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Normal rpg, no supermen| Mic2070 |
Posted: August 08, 2005 03:13 am
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 Doom Trooper  Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005  |
Awww thanks vikin'. I feel MUCH better now.
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| OneoftheLost |
Posted: August 08, 2005 03:39 am
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 Zombie Hunter Group: Members Posts: 164 Joined: December 12, 2004 |
I have no idea what jsut happend. But im assuming a post got deleted. Any chance for my un-uber self to join?
--------------------  -Give a man a gun he thinks he's superman. Give a man two and he thinks he's God. -Quote from THE KILLER. |
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| Elite viking |
Posted: August 08, 2005 03:44 am
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 Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
Dude, there's 3 of us. Of course you can join. The more the merrier
 But please, be regular...no supermen  @mic: dammit you're making me wear out the delete key! This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 03:45 am |
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| OneoftheLost |
Posted: August 08, 2005 04:12 am
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Zombie Hunter Group: Members Posts: 164 Joined: December 12, 2004 |
The delete key?
......  wont ask. ----------------- Name: Andrew Jennings Gender:Male Personality: A team player, Has to know where everyone is and works his hardest to keep everyone safe and happy. Never afraid to speak his mind. Age: 19 Occupation: S-Mart Employee Equipment: Good looks and a S-Mart uniform. Pack of ciggerates. Lighter. Cellphone. $5 dollars. Andrew looked at the parking lot full of people. It hurt. Why did she have to leave him at a time like this. She had HIS kid after all, if only he had been more responsible....if only... He sighed. Lighting another ciggerate he looked into the parking lot, it was about 4pm. He had another 10 minutes on break. "ANDREW GET IN HERE QUICK!" Turning Andrew saw Gale and Micheal were at the door shouting his name. "I got another ten minutes on break!" "YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THERES SOMETHING GOING ON! GET IN HERE QUICK!!" His fellow employees then ran into the store. Following them in Andrew saw the problem. A security guard was shouting at a man of about thirty, balding, and missing half-of his face, to stop bitting Andrew's Manager, Loise Dunmar. Stunned Andrew ran up, just intime to see Nelson, the tech guy bite the security guard............ -------------------- -Give a man a gun he thinks he's superman. Give a man two and he thinks he's God. -Quote from THE KILLER. |
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: August 08, 2005 04:51 am
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 Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
Heh, I'll just copy and past my bio from the other RPG. 
--------------------  (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: August 08, 2005 05:00 am
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
Jeph Phillips
Jeph parked his piece of shit BMW in the parking lot of the club. He walked to the front to be greeted by a very large bouncer. He wore a tight black T-shirt and looked down on me. "ID," he asked simply. I took out my wallet and showed him my fake ID and it showed my age at 21. He stared at it for a long time before handing it back. He let me in and a couple of people behind me in as well. Once inside the dark club, I was welcomed in by a bunch of blinking strobe lights, girls grinding against guys, heavy odor of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Rap was blearing out of the speakers that surrounded the inside of the building. I walked over to the bar and sat myself down next to a pretty girl and smiled at her. "Whatcha want, buddy?!" the bartender yelled over hte music at me. I turned my head towards him, to notice he was wearing a nice button-up and had a large towel wrapped up on his hand. He looked at it and said: "A bite mark, don't worry about it!" "Uh, get me a couple shots of vodka!" I told him before turning around to face the dance floor. I saw a couple people fall to the floor on top of eachother; I wasn't sure if they were laughing or screaming, but I didn't care. "Here ya go!" the bartender todl me, taping my shoulder. I took the two shots quickly and took a deep sigh. Then I heard the screaming from behind me... -------------------- (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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| KrazyFoYou1243 |
Posted: August 08, 2005 08:53 am
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 Last hope of Mankind Group: Members Posts: 552 Joined: January 17, 2005 |
Hmm i'll play.
Cait Florance Age : 14 1/2 (hehehe) Mental : an athletic japanese/white girl. Bio : Sopmore at Wallingford High. Likes to play softball and soccer. Likes to go to parties with her friends. Is good with a bat. Equipment : Nothing Cait and two people she had only met today had barricaded themselves in basement. Alex and Jase were carrying the drink tables and sofas to block the door. Cait sighed. If she had only stayed home with her sister she wouldn't have been in this mess but.... It started yesterday. Her friends were throwing a little last day of school party. It was gonna be just her and her friends, but those friends brought their friends who brought more friends. Soon it wasn't just a little party, it was ginormous. The trouble started when everyone downstairs heard screaming from the bedrooms. We all just thought it was the Junoirs having they're kinky sex. But as the screams became even louder, a bunch of guys barged in the room. Half of them ran into the bathroom crowding it. They had to throw up because of the scene... It looks like the Junior couple weren't having sex at all. The guy was eating his girlfriend. One of the guys tried grabbing him. But he just bit into his hand tearing a huge piece of flesh out and spraing blood everywhere. That was when everyone began screaming.... and running for the front door. I could have just ran outside and drove home in my car... but I was panicking and ran into the basement with these two guys. And that's how I got into this situation... This post has been edited by KrazyFoYou1243 on August 09, 2005 03:01 am --------------------   |
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| KrazyFoYou1243 |
Posted: August 08, 2005 09:00 am
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 RAWWWRR!!!!!!! haha do you still want those sloganizers about me still? hehe    -------------------- |
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: August 08, 2005 11:48 am
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Doom Trooper Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005 |
John Akan
Zombies in the streets. Eating humans. Mary : "I'm not staying here !" She started crying. "... Don't cry. We'll find a way to survive..." But, while she was crying, I saw the zombie walking toward us... along with 10 others. "The car ! ! Hurry !" We ran like hell was chasing us. In fact, hell was really chasing us. "This way ! " We entered the car, and saw many students -now zombies- coming toward us. They were hungry. Fortunately, the keys were sill in. I started the car, and soon zombies were far behind us... "So, Where do we go now ?" Mary asked. "The P.D." Equipment : Backpack Status : In a car with mary, heading towards the P.D This post has been edited by Mic2070 on August 09, 2005 01:35 pm -------------------- |
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| Keyes |
Posted: August 08, 2005 12:12 pm
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 I'm On A Boat Group: Moderators Posts: 2264 Joined: December 04, 2004 |
AAARGH! Dude! Viking! You effectively wiped out all chances of me using my ex-Special Forces dude! Now I've got to take the time to make a new one!
... Name: Jason Brock Age: 19 Occupation: Helicopter pilot for the British TA (HE'S NOT A SUPER DUDE, HE'S JUST A TA SOLDIER! And they only serve 19 days a year for the army, so he's not exactly uber-experieced, lol) Build: 5'11", stocky Description: Keeps a cool head in a crisis. Determined. Knows how to fly helicopters (Duh! ) Never leaves a man behind.Short background: Decided to go on holiday to America after his 19 days in the army, and found himself slap-bang in the middle of a zombie invasion when he woke up after a night of heavy drinking with friends. Is this okay, Viking? If not, I can whip up an ex-convict. Just say the word --------------------  |
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| Elite viking |
Posted: August 08, 2005 02:10 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
@ OneOfTheLost: Good man. Nothing happened, move along.
@Cait: o_O @Keyes: That's ok man, as long as you're not armed to the teeth or anything Could everyone please on the end of their posts include an *Items:* and *Status:* bar? It would make it a lot easier in the future, when we find some weapons, get hurt etc. I'm making a map out of what Nikku drew. Coming soon! |
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: August 08, 2005 02:24 pm
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Doom Trooper Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005 |
Equip and status done. And for the map Good luck. I *May* make a bb map out of this. Edit : *Oink*
Car ? You're only 14 !
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| Keyes |
Posted: August 08, 2005 02:44 pm
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I'm On A Boat Group: Moderators Posts: 2264 Joined: December 04, 2004 |
Jason Brock
I woke up in the motel outside of town, my head throbbing. I lay still for a few moments, hoping that the pain would go away. Stupid idea, drinking the top row of the bar, I thought. Still, at least I drank that guy under the table...although I don't know why that's so amazing... Finally, I struggled to my feet, and staggered into the bathroom, washing my face off. "Sweet Jesus," I murmured, looking at my face in the mirror. If people didn't know better, they'd think I was a zombie... Like the guy clawing at the window... I reached over, and pulled down the blinds. "Bloody jokers," I muttered, taking some food out of the fridge. I ate my breakfast to the sound of whoever was moaning outside, attempting to ignore it by flicking through the channels on the television. "Stupid hotel," I said, throwing the remote away. There was absolutely nothing on. I turned to the window. "Shut the hell up!" The moaning continued. I raided through my bag, and pulled out the maser my friend had given me when I arrived - 'for safety', he'd said. I opened the window in the bathroom, and confronted the 'zombie'. "Get lost, or I'll shoot you!" I said, raising the maser. The dead man did nothing but swipe the maser out of my hand, and try to sink his teeth into my arm. I withdrew my arm quickly, and slammed my fist into his face, recoiling as it fell backwards off his neck. As I retrieved my maser, I decided that now was a great time to get properly dressed and get the hell out of here. A holiday in America wasn't so great now. I pulled myself into my black combat trousers, thick black T-shirt and black hooded top, and headed out of the room. "Time to leave," I muttered. I didn't bother about my bag - there wasn't anything else in there anyway, as I had dumped most of my things at a friends house. As I reached the front door, I saw the hotel manager standing there, a pump-action shotgun hanging loosely from one limp hand. He had a nasty bite wound in his next, and appeared to be dead - apart from him being upright. "Alright, I guess I'll go the other way," I said, turning to go through the back door. There was another dead person, coming through what remained of the back door. I looked between the two, trying to find some sort of way out of this situation. I was now sandwiched between the two dead people, and there wasn't anywhere I could go. My eyes fell on a wooden chair. I picked it up, and hurled it at the hotel manager, and watched as he was thrown to the floor, a chair leg going straight through his face. "Eugh," I said, picking his shotgun from between his hands. I heard the other zombie behind me. I turned, and smashed him in the face with the butt of the shotgun, making him fall backwards. He didn't get up again. I checked the hotel manager for more shells. Unfortunately, he had none. I took a look at the shotgun, and found that there were only four shells loaded. With a shrug, I set out, hoping to get to town and get a bus to some other town...somewhere away from here... Items: Shotgun (4 shells), maser Status: Weirded-out but alive (I don't actually know if there is a motel outside your town, Nikku, I'm just inventing one for my char's purposes ) This post has been edited by Keyes on August 08, 2005 02:46 pm -------------------- |
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: August 08, 2005 02:51 pm
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Doom Trooper Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005 |
Haha. "Oh, a dead guy here bloking the way ? I'll just go the other way ! *Lalalalalala*" -------------------- |
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| Nikku |
Posted: August 08, 2005 04:46 pm
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 Mr. Coke Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 3114 Joined: December 12, 2004 |
um... alright there is a hotel outside my town... its called the brookenhaven inn.... there is no rave club in my town though chris
 there are a good lot of irish pubs... and also in a nieghboring town there is a weapons mueseum and they have actually working guns and alot of ammo from WW2 which my charater is going to get a bar fromthe nieghboring towns are Swathmore and Media.... Media is a huge shopping center.. but no gun shop, except for the muesum thing.. and Swathm,ore is full of hippies... old hippies so no gunshops... but there is a college -------------------- Only when you gick, will you truly fish...
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