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Time Paradox, Story with Forum Members| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 26, 2005 11:56 pm
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 Baby Slayer  Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004  |
Short Prologue:
Epidemic: An outbreak of a contagious disease that spreads rapidly and widely. That is now the word that comes to mind when people speak of Earth. The government didnt get time to stop itthe virus spread through America, our homesour families. The origin of the virus is unknown, but that wasnt much of a concern when the first chemical warhead hit the shores of our homeland. Florida was the first to be obliterated, then New York, then the rest of the East coastall in a matter of minutes. It hit so fast, other people in the world did not even comprehend what was going on, and didnt even know! What could they do, though? As other states were bombarded with chemical bombs, the charred bodies of the dead littered the streets and buildings. The only states left with some form of sanctuary was Alaska, Oregon, some of California, and some of the western coasts. Each state doing their own form of government led their people in some form of direction - or at least tried to. The military of neighboring states pulled together and decided to form a structure of government that was ruthless yet loyal to the people. As the news of the United States was under heavy siege of warheads, European and Middle Eastern countries started to try to obtain any territory they could muster that was inhabitable. The Americans tried to fight off some of the invaders but failed miserably. Only a band of civilians, soldiers, and a crazed captain survived the onslaught by shipping on a boat towards a safe haven (no where in particular). Welcome to Time Paradox ===================================================== OK, the prologue was very rushed, but everything will be explained later. This is a story that incorporates forum members (obviously) so if you want to be in this fan-fiction, apply with the form given: Name: -First and Last (Nickname optional) Military or Civilian?: -Choose which one... Clothing: - Most likely Woodland Camouflage, or civilian clothing; You're choice Appearance: - (Self explanatory) -Be creative, but rational. You've been traveling and running for awhile, so you wouldn't be all neat and tidy Age: - (Self explanatory) Weapon: -Civilian would have a low-cal gun (Beretta 92FS for example) so no .50CAL Machine Guns -Military would have any kind of weapon and attachments wanted/possible (including tac-lights etc. etc.) -Please be rational! Bio: -Just explain yourself in a few sentences or whatever, not that big of a deal. Background: -Give a brief history about yourself (where you were before/during/after the incidents, you know the drill) *** OK, now the story will be very similar to my RPG Hell's Island, but different none-the-less. Even if no one puts in a character, my story will be posted anyway.  Anyone in?  This post has been edited by -=Chris Redfield=- on September 27, 2005 01:44 am --------------------  (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
   
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| Security Corporate |
 Posted: September 27, 2005 01:20 am
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Gore God of Massacre Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 3115 Joined: April 28, 2005 |
Name: -Master Sergeant Drakkar Staggs (AKA Drak) Military or Civilian?: -Member of the Delta Force (Military) Clothing: -Urban Camoflauge. (Can you stick me in the ruins of a city?) Appearance: -Black beret, with black Kevlar, gloves, boots, knee and elbow pads. The condition of the fatigues and equipment are ragged and ripped in some places. I also have a semi gasmask that only covers my nose and lower face. Age: -30 Weapon: Light Gear- MP5 Submachine Gun, Colt 1911, Combat Knife Heavy Gear- M16a2 rifle with attached 4x Scope, Desert Eagle, Frag Grenades, C4 charges Bio: -Extremely protective of whats left of the US and its people. Can coordinate battle plans quickly. A natural leader, but with a violent personality and a lust to kill. Rejected many rank promotions before the bombings (Likes getting "down in the dirt" with troops, not sitting behind some desk giving orders). Background (You forgot this one  ):-Was doing recon missions in Iraq while US was hit. I regrouped with my platoon and flew back to defend America's remaining cities against dishonorable countries who try to invade. |
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 27, 2005 01:25 am
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
Yeah, you can be in the ruins of the city, defending any part that is left. I thought I added in the History part of sign ups...oh well, nothing a quick edit can't fix.
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| ►Pete |
Posted: September 27, 2005 01:46 am
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Rotten Meat Group: Members Posts: 2 Joined: September 27, 2005 |
Name:
Pete Hassel Military or Civilian?: S.W.A.T. Special Operations (Military) Clothing: Combat Helmet, Combat Vest, Grapple Gloves, Sly Black Pants, Knee Plates, Black Boots. Appearance: Wet and drenched, bit bloodstained. Age: 26 Weapon: M16 Rifle, 12Gauge Shotgun, 9MM Pistol, Combat Knife. Bio: Not as social, joined S.W.A.T. team at age 24. SpecOps Rank. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Great Idea, I tried my best description. This will turn out great! This post has been edited by ►Pete on September 27, 2005 01:46 am |
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 27, 2005 03:09 am
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
Hey, just a reminder, this is a story, not an RPG, so please don't get confused (not talking to anyone in particular).
Time Paradox -------------------- Chapter I June 17, 2003 / 1200hr GET DOWN! Drak screamed to his comrades. A rocket propelled grenade slammed into the concrete walling next to the window he and his comrades were occupying. He held his M16 wit his right hand close to his body and covered his head with his left-gloved hand. Drak, leaning heavily against the wall next to the broken glassed window, yelled for a head count through all the dust and debris propelling through the air. He got back four healthy soldiers, three wounded, two MIA, and five civilians screaming and cowering on the opposite side of the room. Get those civilians off this floor, now! Drak screamed towards his medic, a tanned youth with thick-framed glasses with a large red cross on his helmet. The man nodded obligingly and grabbed a man roughly by the arm, leading all the civilians off the fifth floor towards the stairway. Drak watched them go before looking out the window, counting ten enemies with small arms (AK47s and RPGs) and one Stryker (a Light vehicle with heavy gun mounted on top). The heavy gun started to rain heavy caliber bullets at the window and walling, blowing off large chunks of concrete and stucco from their places. Drak crawled on all fours towards his machine-gunner and informed him of what was outside. I need you to take care of that fucking Stryker! Drak bellowed at the top of his lungs to the redneck, and he nodded with a slight smile on his face. Drak watched as the redneck took off his AT4 and waited patiently for the shots to slowly start to cease. It became quiet and the gibberish from the towel heads asking for a reload was heard faintly from the ground below. The redneck whipped out in the window with his AT4 and fired off with very little aim towards the vehicle that was no more than 100 feet away from the building. Take that you bunch of sand-niggers! he screamed, cackling as he dropped his weapon and grabbed his M9 from his side-holster. He started to unload crazily out the window before Drak grabbed his by the back of his Kevlar vest, and slammed him against the ground. A loud explosion came from outside the building, signaling the devastated APC. Drak brought his M16 up and aimed out the window towards the burning wreckage. A few men slowly climbed out of the APC, fire erupting on them, all the while shrieking loudly. He fired of three shots at two men, taking them both out of their misery. He saw one man climb slowly back up, using his AK47 as a leaning device, but was knocked back down with a couple of 5.56mm bullets penetrated and punctured the mans skull. Brain matter and bone burst out of the poor saps head, as he spasmed slightly on the ground. A few of the surviving people fled to adjacent buildings, but didnt get very far: Drak took aim and fired off the rest of his clip and killed or mortally wounded the rest. The streets of downtown Los Angeles were filled with dead bodies, ripped up road, rubble from buildings, bullet holes and casings, and the rest of LA is in the same state. These bastards will never take this land from us! Drak thought to himself angrily, as he reloaded his weapon. He looked behind him towards his comrades, all staring intently at Drak and then looked at their battle wounds, taking assessment of their own well-being. A few of the men got up slowly, stretching and checking their weapons for any jamming or needing of reloading. The medic came back inside the room to check out the status of his squad-mates and smiled broadly at them. About fucking time we got rid of one of those things! he yelled triumphantly. He looked at the redneck and noticed the AT4 lying next to him. Well Tex, glad you packed one of those, eh? Tex grinned slightly and shrugged, putting his sidearm away and picking his AT4 up and hung it around his shoulder. Whats the status of the civilians? Drak asked coolly towards the medic. The medic nodded and gave the thumbs up. Theyre all good, sir! We need to secure the rest of this vicinity. Only a few hotels to cover and then we can take the civilians back to HQ. Drak sighed slightly, walked towards the medic, and gave him a slight pat on the shoulder. You did all right soldier ===================================================== Crits? Comments? This post has been edited by -=Chris Redfield=- on September 30, 2005 04:34 am -------------------- (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
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| Security Corporate |
 Posted: September 27, 2005 05:02 am
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Gore God of Massacre Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 3115 Joined: April 28, 2005 |
Totally kickass! Thats good writing man, although how I became friends with a reddie is beyond me. Don't care right now, so long if he can take care of vehicles. Grammar was great, I didn't spot any mistakes (yet). You just have to make it a bit longer, but if you post short chapters like every day then I wont be an annoying prick and complain  . Looking foward to the next one! |
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| _CiviliaN^SoldieR_ |
Posted: September 27, 2005 01:50 pm
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 civilized d00d Group: Moderators Posts: 3250 Joined: November 01, 2004 |
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- Bryant Dawson Military or Civilian?: - Civilian (^Soldier_ )Clothing: - Tracky bottoms, with 2 T-shirts, and a coat. Appearance: - Rough and scurffy, Bloodstained and battle worn, and a glued face of empty anger. Age: - 22 Weapon: - A revolver he stole from a dead body. Bio: - Was just a normal guy, worked out every day, studied at college, had a girlfriend and a normal flat. Is now quick to assess the situation, and react quickly. Usually has a cool head, but is quick to loose his temper. Background: - Bryant was up in the attic taking up unneeded crap, when he heard a scream, he ran to jump down from the attic, but the hatch was slammed shut. He layed next to it, trying to knock it open, while hearing his girlfriend scream in absolute pain, seconds later there was nothing but footsteps and heavy breathing. So he looked in his junk, took out a dumbell bar, and finally broke his way through the hatch, when he saw what "seemed" to be girlfriend. As he ran outside to get help, he was sucked into a wirlwind of hell. He's now grouped with a group of civilians and soldier, half asleep until he heard the words Get those civilians off this floor, now!, and was then rushed out of the room. This post has been edited by _CiviliaN^SoldieR_ on September 27, 2005 01:55 pm --------------------  |
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| Keyes |
Posted: September 27, 2005 04:59 pm
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 I'm On A Boat Group: Moderators Posts: 2264 Joined: December 04, 2004 |
Name: Sergeant Alex Keyes
Military or Civilian?: Take a wild stab in the dark...  (Military)Clothing: Woodland Camouflage; Grade III Kevlar; gloves; black steel toe-capped military boots; open-faced Kevlar helmet; gas mask Appearance: Muddy, tired-looking but alert, long streak of blood running down one side of his face Age: 24 Weapon: M4A1 carbine with M203 grenade launcher and scope; Beretta M92FS with tactical light; Sig Sauer P228 with tactical light; tear gas grenades; combat knife Bio: Joined the army as a Private after failing all his exams at college six years previously, and rose to the rank of Sergeant fairly quickly. Saw a lot of action before the warheads hit the country, so is highly experienced. Keeps his cool under fire, and is a highly-respected leader. Background: Lost most of his squad after an airstrike was called down on where his company was entrenched, holding back various invaders. Led the remainders of his squad out of the trenches, and headed towards the nearest city and/or anywhere with a radio to call in support. --------------------  |
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: September 27, 2005 06:43 pm
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 Doom Trooper Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005 |
Name: -John Akan Military or Civilian?: -Civilian. Clothing: - Red Long coat, black T-shirt, Blue jeans, Dual holsters. Appearance: - Good looking from afar. But when closing up you can see blood covering the coat. Age: - 22 Weapon: - Dual Desert eagles, some clips. Saber found from a martial arts shop. Bio: - John was a game lead coder when the attack happened, luckily he was at home when the city was bombed. Was practicing shooting, and kung-fu for 10 years now, since he was attacked by some [Insert insult here]. Background: - Discovered zombies 20 minutes after attack. After this bad encounter, he ran to his shelter and got his 2 deagles from it, which he named Ibony and ivory, In reference to his favorite game, devil may cry. Shouted "Let's rock" and ran blindly outside. Came back 2 seconds later after seeing all the f***ing zombies out there. Got out trought the back exit. Soon learned there was some french military ba****ds invading usa. Learned firing in gas-filled-up cars severly burns french. As of now, still running, was battling for ages now, enters a "rage" state when fighting. --------------------   |
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| Joker |
Posted: September 27, 2005 08:59 pm
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 Just another Survivor Group: Members Posts: 21 Joined: September 27, 2005 |
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-Matt Terro (AKA Joker) Military or Civilian?: -Cilvilian Clothing: -Joker hat, white shirt, blue jeans, barefooted. Appearance: -Bloodstained a little on the shirt, ripped jeans. Age: -25 Weapon: -Baseball bat, pocket knife. Bio: -Sarcastic most of the time, best as a "follower." A helpful scout. Background: -A month before the accident, I was hired as a local entertainer in front of the town center. Lived in a small house with not much to do. Only noticed the accident when I saw it on the Local News. -------------------- Zombies are creatures of multilation
Brain Bread The Joker, arrives. |
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 27, 2005 11:28 pm
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
Chapter 1 (cont.)
June 17, 2003 / 1217hr Drak clutched his M16 loosely and darted his head left and right as he and his squad were heading down the stairwell. Large amounts of the structure were blown away, making the descent a bit of an eye-opener and a tad chilling as the metal stairs creaked and cracked. A couple of the civilians were murmuring amongst themselves about matters at and before hand, but Drak was too busy staring at the whiny stairway. As they neared the bottom of the building, a few vultures had all ready took a few of the corpses into their greedy beaks, chewing on the soft crisped tissues. Drak held his hand up in the air, to signal for everyone to hold up. He looked towards the redneck and nodded in the direction of the wall by the exit of the building. The redneck ran over to the cement wall and slammed his back against it deliberately, holding his balance. Drak saw him glance around the corner and quickly retreat back. The redneck wiped his brow and steadily made his way towards Drak, his mouth trembling. He whispered in his ear the information he was dreading: The Runners are coming this way Oh God, Drak whispered to himself. He quickly turned towards his men and the civilians, all staring intently at him, not understanding the situation at hand. Drak turned back towards the other buildings, noticing all were once twenty story hotels, were no more than seven stories high. We have a problem. *** Bryant Dawson was diligently checking his revolver for no significant purpose, when he saw Tex, the redneck, slam against the wall to check their surroundings. Bryant shook his head slowly before looking back down at his powerful gun he held in his hand. Hey, a whisper from his left triggering Bryants attention. Hey, you heard about that crazy captain? A man that looked to be of about forty or so, with a few grey strands of hair littering his black hair, tearless but dusty jeans and a wife beater showing his sign of a civilian. He was speaking to another man of about twenty-one and getting his attention easily went on. Yeah, some crazed Capn is getting a group of people and soldiers together to get out of this fucking hellholetalking about getting a boat or two on out of here. This statement caught Bryants attention. Getting out of the States by boat is a heavenly idea. After trying to jump the border into Mexico failed, any idea sounds reasonable. Bryant turned towards the man that spoke up and gave him a curious look. The man was about to say something else, but Bryant cut him off. Where and when is thisman leaving? I dont know, in like a week or so I suppose, he responded with a faint sign of agitation in his voice. Bryant nodded understandingly and rubbed his slightly unshaven face; he felt his need to shave once more once he gets back. Before Bryant could respond, Tex came back with his status report to the man in charge. They whispered a bit, a hint of fear noticeable in Texs face as he gulped loudly. The man in charge turned his attention to the civilians and hesitated before speaking. We have a situation, he started, looking into the eyes of the men around him. Runners are on their way here. Dont panic- he was saying, looking at a random person who was about to speak, but slowly closed his mouth. -because they dont know were here. They just know that there was a bit of a tussle going on and a few dead bodies to chomp on Before he could even finish, a loud scream erupted behind him, making him whip around with his gun up. Everyone did the same thing, as they saw one of the wounded, enemy Eastern Soldiers bring his gun up, but not at the Americans, but at the creatures that were coming towards their general direction. The Eastern Soldier started firing off wild shots, but the Sergeant Bryant presumed him to be started to fire a couple shots at the man to silence him, but it was too late. Bryant saw a once human man tackle the Eastern Soldier to the ground and began tearing at the mans face. The soldier gave a blood gurgling scream, firing a couple shots in the air, but three more burned, and dried blood people jumped upon the man, ripping him apart with their teeth and hands. All the creatures had torn flesh, with green toxic chemicals erupting from random places on their bodies. Christ! Bryant yelled and heard other people throw in their profanity right before the Sergeant opened fire on the creatures. The first shot brought their attention towards the direction of the survivors, and made them jump up and run to the building they were occupying. The soldiers with their M16s fired shots into the torn bodies of the infected. Then Tex took out his M249 and unloaded into the inhuman bodies, tearing them up. The scorching pieces of metal pierced the creatures skulls, legs, torsos, and arms to bloody stumps. As the creatures fell, we all knew we had to move, quickly. The Sergeant yelled for everyone to follow him as he started to sprint out of the building with his gun raised. The civilians and other soldiers tried following closely behind, and as soon as the surviving populace reached the outside, they saw a few of the inhuman creatures running or shuffling towards them from a distance. A few mirages of black liquid filled the once streets, garbage strewn upon the sidewalks and roads, and blown up vehicles littered the pavement as obstacles. Bryant took a quick glimpse behind him to see a few of the creatures closing in, but luckily one of the survivors tripped clumsily with their own feet and came toppling down to be jumped on by two of the infected Americans. The screams filled Bryants ears, knowing that the man would be dead in a matter of seconds, and kept on going. The Sergeant ahead fired off a couple shots in front of them at a few of the curious infected that came wandering out of buildings. After what seemed to have been forever, they finally reached a hospital makeshift HQ that was surrounded by fencing with barbed wire on the tips. The gates rolled open slowly by a few civilians from the other side, all letting the people inside, closing the gates quickly to stop the advancing crowd of the infected. The parking lot they entered had a couple of humvees and other transporting American vehicles parked. Bryant regarded the firing of weapons behind them as of no importance he heard the firing of guns as defense to understand the infected had been right on their heels for awhile. The Sergeant turned around towards everyone and nodded towards his squad, who saluted him and made their way inside the hospitals manual sliding glass doors. He tapped his foot lightly on the ground, looking into the eyes of all the survivors before opening his mouth to speak: You all are newcomers so there are a few ground rules we have here. One, no guns are permitted in so areas as marked with signs. Two, no firing of the weapons, not even target practice; ammo has been short. Three, get along and no harm will come towards youthe Captain will take matters into his own hands with anyone that doesnt follow these rules, with extreme prejudice. Execution is very possible, but it isnt up to me. Bryant noticed the Sergeant grimace at the last two sentences he spoke; he obviously didnt take a liking towards this man. Any questions? A man raised his hand shakily from behind Bryant, and the Sergeant pointed at him to speak. Whatwhat were those things?! the man said erratically. The Sergeant hesitated before opening his mouth to speak once more. Infected people...their purpose is obviously clear. They started popping up around here a couple of days ago; cause is unknown, but guesses are towards the chemical bombs. If that is true, sir, Bryant said. Then that would be about 99.9% of the American population is infected ===================================================== This may be a bit confusing and rushed - sorry - but any questions/crits/comments? I'll try and add everyone in over time, but not everyone will be in at the same time. This post has been edited by -=Chris Redfield=- on September 30, 2005 04:35 am -------------------- (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 28, 2005 12:04 am
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
Sorry about double post, just thought I'd clear some things up:
Well, I will add you in with this lay out, but later in the story, odn't be surprised if your character's outfit will be altered.
Hey, thanks! I'm trying to get a post everyday, or every-other-day.
I asked to have civilians to have low .CAL weapons...not friggen desert eagles. Not only that, but two of them?  Those things pack quite a punch if I'm not mistaken and having two of them is a bit obscene don't you think? -------------------- (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
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| _CiviliaN^SoldieR_ |
Posted: September 28, 2005 12:50 am
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civilized d00d Group: Moderators Posts: 3250 Joined: November 01, 2004 |
Jesus christ chris, it's rare i check the story section, or even participate in stories like this, but this story is brilliant, i love it, i'm truly addicted great work, i hope there's quite a few sections to come.
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| Joker |
Posted: September 28, 2005 01:00 am
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Just another Survivor Group: Members Posts: 21 Joined: September 27, 2005 |
I hope you add me, we all going to meet each other right? This will turn out so good.
There must be a leader, Security Corprate should be it, he was the first one to participate. -------------------- Zombies are creatures of multilation
Brain Bread The Joker, arrives. |
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 28, 2005 01:08 am
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
Will everyone meet eachother? Doubtful, as not everyone will live through this. Don't worry, everyone will be added in eventually, but it'll take a tad bit of time. I don't have to half-ass someone's character, ya know?
I'll make another section of the story by the end of the night. -------------------- (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
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