Posted by: Zombie Assassin February 27, 2008 08:26 am

Prologue I couldn't eat anymore. I was full. "I can't believe you ate that whole steak! That thing was HUGE!" my friend, Daniel, said. I looked out to everyone that was watching me, and looked proud and triumphant of myself. The audience was too stunned to do anything other than envy me. "Yeah, Mashood gave me his best shot, but I won. Now, all I want to do is go back home, lie down, and watch some hardcore wrestling. Raw wrestling, not ECW. More like Extremely Crappy Wrestling* to me." *No offense to ECW fans, or ECW Extremists. Profile has to be like mine: Name: Soap MacTavish (yes, i have call of duty 4). Occupation: SAS Equipment: SAS Uniform Lives in: Wisteria Lane Bio: Dark, shady and mysterious past. Note: The answers to the profile for my character dont have to be the same.

Posted by: -=Chris Redfield=- February 27, 2008 05:28 pm

Don't be surprised if nobody signs up. Just telling you.

Posted by: mallic February 27, 2008 09:40 pm

god damn it we thought we got rid of you >_> go away

Posted by: Elite viking February 28, 2008 12:15 pm

It's a friggin full scale war between ZA and the rest of the members here... I thought we were supposed to be above flaming and hating. But I guess everyone has their limits... even really tolerant people like us

Posted by: iliketoblowzombieheadsoff February 29, 2008 01:36 am

Yepzor. I fully agree with Viking. But you missed the time when ZA posted worthless bull... so did the other members right? Only difference with ZA is that, once he does that, all the members get awfully mad(including me). That'll change... well atleast for me. ZA, don't let these people put you down. Edit: And oh, hey you're using Soap!!! He kicks a lot of bootybutts. We have COD4 too, and it especially kicked ass when you play as him and the British Forces.

Posted by: Zombie Assassin March 02, 2008 01:31 am

Yeah. Defeated Crew Expendable on Veteran. Died once. Let my teammates do everything. Still coming up with ideas... dont wanna make this one bull...

Posted by: Neal Ovdensson March 03, 2008 02:41 am

This is kinda... not good... dude...

Posted by: Neal Ovdensson March 03, 2008 03:04 am

But, I think I'll take a crack at it, because I like to do this sort of thing. Name: Neal Ovdensson Occupation: Professional Assassin Equipment: Trench coat, Cargo pants, punisher skull shirt, harpoon gun, and a .357 Desert Eagle Lives in: Seattle Bio: Came to america after burning down his neighbors' house with them inside. He is criminally insane, and now works as a hit man for a prominent Norwegian crime boss, Neal handles people in america who need to die (according to his boss), and has trouble interacting with people he doesn't know.

Posted by: mallic March 03, 2008 01:18 pm

evil 10 year old demon DIE!!!!!!

Posted by: Neal Ovdensson March 03, 2008 09:33 pm

I'm 17, not 10.

Posted by: iliketoblowzombieheadsoff March 04, 2008 06:04 am

Worry not, neal, he's applying to Zombie Assassin. He turned 10 I believe, since he was 9 and he said he had a b-day.

Posted by: Neal Ovdensson March 05, 2008 02:00 am

Ooooooooh! *trying to stifle laughter* ok then. He's ten and on THIS forum?

Posted by: Xemo March 05, 2008 02:22 am

I still disbelieve him.

Posted by: Neal Ovdensson March 07, 2008 02:14 pm

Hahaha! well, maybe he IS lying.

Posted by: mallic March 08, 2008 07:57 pm

yes neal that was not aimed at you (also its not hard to believe I played drastically violent video games at the age of ten, although I had the common fucking sense to not say that I was ten and to keep my microphone on mute so that they couldn't hear my squeaky voice)

Posted by: Zombie Assassin March 11, 2008 06:55 am

Soap Mactavish While watching my RAW action, gotta love it, there was a blackout. So, everyone in the neighborhood went for a gathering. "I say we should blame it on the gays." one person said. But not long after this, did the horror happen. I was in my home, playing Timeshift, when I heard a loud bang. One from an M1911.45 pistol. This - is when i decided to grab my Burst-Fire M4 Carbine, grab my red dot sight and see what happened. Fortunately for me, i was in the SAS once. However, I saw no one in the streets... it was deserted. No one... at all. Not a sound. At all. Not even the wind, it was just silent... except for me and my breathing. Then, something was wrong. I knew it. I rushed back into my home, and called the police. However, i got through, but there was something that made me stop. Something behind me. Breathing. ------------------------------------------------------- Tried hard on this one.

Posted by: Neal Ovdensson March 11, 2008 01:04 pm

Neal Ovdensson I had successfully cut the power, so I set out to do my job. I ran into a night club, desert eagle making the only light in the building. I killed 50 people, and none of them were civilians. All 50 of them had contracts out on them. It was all over as suddenly as it had begun. I wiped the blood off my gun and walked out into the night.

Posted by: iliketoblowzombieheadsoff March 12, 2008 02:46 am

Tis when I make a character. Hwahahahahahaahahah!!! Name: Nicholas Berlin (39 Years Old) Occupation: Mercenary Veteran/Armed Civillian Equipment: -Brown Casual Jacket, Black Collared Shirt, Brown Pants, Sneakers -"Nickberlin" Rifle, backpack with supplies Lives in: New York Bio: Nicholas was an old soldier, who was eventually captured by the enemy and survived. He took the job of a Mercenary, where he is hired to kill, but in legal terms. He eventually stopped killing, since he thought he was getting too old. Now he lives in exile. Nicholas is adept at long range combat, and fistfights when it is close-ranged. He loves to drink and eat, but never gets overweight. Currently living in the suburbs. Nicholas Berlin Today I had some type of weird feeling, so I took my trusty ol' rifle and my backpack along with me to the bar. It was walking distance from my apartment. While I walked, a police asked me if I had license to carry my rifle. "Here it is, officer." I showed him my ID. He let me go. "Be careful with that rifle!!" he adviced me. I came in at the bar, ordered beer, while a few people looked at me. I drank my beer... on redneck couldn't help but get up and ask me. "Youz got a rahfle.... Ahm not feelin' compftable round yaz..." he said. I ignored him, as I drank my beer. He took it out of my hands, getting his fat fists ready. I placed my stuff down, got up, and threw a punch at the fat man. He fell down, shaking like a freak. I left after punching the freak. I walked to the park, seeing some guys in dark suits.. I keep seeing them looking at me all the time. Oh well. I packed a beer and sat on the bench in the park, gazing at the busy streets and at the same time relaxing.

Posted by: Zombie Assassin March 12, 2008 06:55 am

Soap Mactavish I looked around. Nothing there. Then i realized it was my OWN breathing. I decided to get my friends and get out of here for a while. Strange things were happening. I went to find Nick, and Neal if possible. A policeman saw me and said "Hey! You have a lic-" "Yeah, look at it if you want." i replied. The policeman let me through. But then he said "Might want to be careful... strange things have been happening where you live, Soap" How did he know my name? I looked at him, and it was Daniel. "Man, you scared me." i said. "Yeah, well, see you around." Still looking for Nick, i found him. I started to walk up to him, but... something... inside my... heeeaaddddddd-arghh... ---------------------------------------------------------- Yes, Isit, i mean YOUR nick.

Posted by: Neal Ovdensson March 13, 2008 01:46 pm

2 things, A: you don't start off knowing everyone, that's just not how things work B: there is no "B"

Posted by: Zombie Assassin March 13, 2008 10:23 pm

1. I know you. 2. Fine.

Posted by: Neal Ovdensson March 14, 2008 02:32 am

*sigh* I regret to inform you that pedobear is, in fact, GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!! Oh, I'm gonna get you kid. I tried to be reasonable, but that was the last FUCKING straw. Neal Ovdensson Enraged by something I had just seen, I ran from building to building, Killing all of each's respective inhabitants. Boss'll kill me, but I have to let out all of this anger. I came across a man wearing an SAS uniform and opened fire on him with a newly commandeered .50 caliber machine gun. I fired at him until he no longer moved, then fed a new belt into the reciever. I emptied that into him as well, just to play safe. Now Neal is happy!

Posted by: iliketoblowzombieheadsoff March 14, 2008 05:13 am

Nicholas Berlin While I drank on my beer, I suddenly remembered a man named "Soap". But... it vanished in no time. A sudden urge came in my mind... ugh, no!! Not this again...... Nicholai Hah!! Finally, I took control of this fool's mind again..... pathetic. He even brought his rifle with him. I polished it, while a few officers looked at me dead in the eye. I loaded a few bullets on it and shot them. The people panicked.... I shot a few more. Blood spilled, and about 7 gunshots were let out. Hahahaahahha.... I love this feeling. That adrenaline you get when you spill blood... oh what joy!!! To no avail, a few more police cars came in. Man, this is what the rifle is good for!!! I aimed for the front of their cars, and pierced the glass!! Hahahaha, one police car went crazy and BOOM!! It hit a building. Man... they must be angry. I ran quickly away from the park, along with this rubbish backpack and this heaveny rifle. Nicholas is so foolish... why would he bring this out?! Foolish I tell you... One man got into my way, and he didn't like me for sure. "I ain't scared of your rifle!!" He exclaimed.. I shot him once, bursting a hole in his ... shoulder!! I threw in a punch in his face while he was kneeling. Pathetic. I set out for the highest building in front of me, to resume this shoot out. This is so fun!

Posted by: Zombie Assassin March 15, 2008 05:52 am

Zombie Assassin What the... Nrrghhh... I... can't... breathe... Aughh... 1 hour later... I woke up to see the city going crazy. People were running around everywhere, screaming "OH MY GOD!!! GOD, NO!!!!! WE ARE SCREWED! SCREWED, I TELL YOU! SCREWED!!!". I lifted my head up, but i was feeling weak. I got up, and just wondered around past the screams. I looked at myself through a car window, and there was a little bite mark around my neck. I was bleeding there. GRAAGHHH!!! i heard. I turned around, suddenly, to see something... something like... crap, i cant explain. Either way, It was running to me. Then, I saw it. A zombie. A running zombie. Right before the zombie jumped on to me, all of a sudden, I had developed this strange reflex. I just threw it right over my back. Then, I knew it. The Apocalypse. I had to find Daniel, or else I wouldn't have the will to go on. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Still tried hard. If you've got an idea, feel free to post it here. Oh, and to people who've signed up, you gotta skip an hour, and the zombies are near you. Oh, and Neal, if you thought you killed me, I never was in an SAS uniform.