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Old 11-23-2014, 10:25 PM


*Please ignore the random slash marks throughout the words in this post. -_- They're a Mene
glitch and the bane of my existence. Seriously, my biggest pet peeve. I wish the slash marks
would get eaten by zombies.*

It's the year 2025. Mankind is nearly extinct, save for a few select groups. Only five months have passed since that first newscast of the 'civil unrest' that lead to more bloodshed and destruction than any man started war could have ever known. Only five months since that day...


Character information;
You have a few choices as far as characters, so choose one or two. You can have a maximum of two characters in the play. They must be diverse from other characters. Character choices are; survived military, rebel (against the government that still exists), zombie slayer, simple survivor, new government (a group of scientists and government survived - evil people) and genetic experiments. These can be male or female. None can have any special power or inhuman ability unless they've been experimented on. There can only be a few of these individuals.

Here are the other characters so far;
None yet

Story basics;
• The year is 2025; not too far in the future, but with enough leeway to make some things up as far as weapons and other things of the like.
• Most places will not have electricity, running water, etc.
• Grocery stores will still have a healthy amount of non-perishables, considering the pandemic happened so quickly. But smaller convenient stores might not.
• City and town roads are generally blocked by cars and other random debris.
• There are very very few places that are blocked off from the undead, usually no bigger than a small compound or even a building.
• There are rumors of bigger places, cities that have not been infected.

Rules;
1. Follow Mene's rules and TOS.
2. You must add an anime photo and short description of your character at the top of your entry post, including but not limited to: age, eye color, hair color and length, skin color, height, body type, general personality description and sexuality.
3. Make your character diverse. No two characters with the same personality/abilities, etc.
4. You must post a paragraph when replying, so that others have something to work with in response. Use periods and punctuation. Nobody is perfect but this is not a text message. If people can't understand your posts, or you aren't paying attention to the story/other posts, I will remove you from the play.
5. No Godmodding. p o p p e t ♥ is the ruler and moderator here. While I am not joining the play, I am who you need to talk to when you have questions or complaints.

Last but not least;
You are making your OWN story/ies. I am not writing a story for you. I will not create situations or OC's for you. I've created this and many other plays like this throughout the role-playing forum to get people more involved and to give them more opportunity to try out characters in different settings, as well as give new members something to join. I am simply the creator and moderator.

If you want to plan a story together, and talk to one another, you can do so in the OOC for the play. If you have any questions or suggestions or would like me to make the first introductory post to set the mood for you, ping me to the OOC.



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Old 11-24-2014, 12:18 AM

Reserved for future information as well as banned members who have been removed from the play.

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Old 11-24-2014, 01:21 AM

This role-play is open! You may begin posting!

Don't worry; I've made the first introductory post so that you all can get a better feel for the setting. Don't hesitate to ping me to the OOC or PM me if you have any questions or need any help with the story!


Example of entry post;

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Jackie Carson

JC has strange yellow-orange colored eyes (due to her experimentation) and pale ivory skin. Her hair is so pale blonde that it's almost white, and it reaches her lower back.She stands at 5'6" and has a curvy womanly figure, yet toned from her previous line of work before the outbreak. Due to being experimented on, JC is part cyborg, though it's not obvious from the outside. All of her limbs, including her pelvis, spine and rib cage have been replaced with robotic counterparts. Even her eyes, while seeming human (aside from the coloring) have mechanical components that give her heat, night and x-ray vision. Because of her robotic parts, she's easily five times stronger than any human or zombie. Her skin though, still runs with her own veins and blood vessels, meaning she still cannot be scratched or bitten by the infected, lest she become an unstoppable infected killing machine. Perhaps that had been the scientists intent? JC must also still drink water, consume human food, and sleep to survive. She's quite a serious girl, what, with all she's been through, and she doesn't take anybody's shit. She's 19 years old and heterosexual.
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting reds, oranges and purples over the sky. For regular humans, this meant it was time to take refuge, to go into hiding. But not for JC. No. She could see perfectly at night, and would easily detect any hidden or approaching human, or infected. She wore a black tank top, under a leather jacket. Her tight black skinny jeans were covered to the knees in leather boots. One hand held a machine gun slung over one shoulder, and the other fiddled with a pair of dog togs around her neck. They weren't hers. A backpack with water and food and other various useful things was slung over her other shoulder.

In the distance, a figure moved against the shadows. It didn't slow Jack in the least. It could have been anything. A dog, a bird, perhaps someone fleeing in fear that she was an infected, or maybe a rebel warning the others that an outsider was approaching. Or it could be worse. Even worse that an infected? Of course. There were those who'd survived this long, only to become crazy, capturing the living and feeding them to the ...well the kind of living, but dead. Then, for all Jack new, she wasn't the only one like her. And what if they were on the wrong team?

As she approached the corner where the shadow disappeared, JC lowered her machine gun and pointed it. "Come out and show yourself, now," she demanded.




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Old 11-24-2014, 04:40 PM


The sun hung low on the horizon, ominously. The great red orb only seemed to symbolize the constant tinge of blood that was everywhere. These days, living human blood was harder to come by. More often than not the streaks and splatters against the walls and roads, had turned brown, having been there for many weeks, or months. Funny thing, that blood. It never seemed to wash off of anything very easily.

Colored splayed across the great open sky in purples, pinks and oranges. It was that dangerous time of day, where the sun was just low enough to cause the world ahead to be hidden in silhouette as it tried to blind you just enough to keep you from seeing your surroundings. Quite the ominous orb indeed; working for the enemy.

Any surviving humans would be hurrying to their safe places now, or forging a safe place for the night. A human in the dark rarely survived against the infected. Those things were like feral animals, able to see in the dark where a human could not. Perhaps they were relying more on scent than sight. Not much was known about them really. There couldn't have been. The pandemic had spread too quickly...

Rumors of whole cities that survived, closed off from the infected, exist. They're said to be North. That tended not to bode well for those coming from the South, as there were many other cities, destroyed and abandoned that lay between the South and the North. And what if, what if the rumors weren't true? One would endure natural weather disasters, entire groups of the infected, rebels, crazies, government scientists collecting humans........ and then what?

Hope. It was all anyone could have now. Hope for a safe place. Hope for a better day. Hope for the human race...

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Old 11-25-2014, 03:27 AM

ANN*ETT



ANN*ETT is a pale young woman with bloodshot hazel eyes and long light blonde locks. Twenty-five years ago, she had been a human embryo, frozen in time on a petri dish by scientists who wanted to know whether they could genetically mutate already-fertilized eggs to manifest parts of other animals. Because this medical research was illegal at the time, all experiments happened behind closed doors. The scientists had transplanted stem cells from various creatures, including a vampire bat, hawk, snake, and tree frog to see what would happen.

Now at age twenty-two, ANN*ETT has grown into her vampiric wings, which are dotted with the red eyes grown from the tree frog cells. She is able to spontaneously grow a skin of serpent scales and hawk feathers when frightened or angered, but that has not happened for eight years. ANN*ETT has always been treated like a daughter by the lead scientist in the laboratory, and she maintains an innocence about the apocalyptic outside world...

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ANN*ETT brushed her hair absent-mindedly while gazing into the mirror. The warm, toasty smell of tomato and vegetable soup wafted in from the kitchen, and she felt her stomach start to grumble. Putting the brush down, ANN*ETT strolled into the adjacent living area, where several couches were positioned against the lab benches and chemical sinks. Her father was washing his hands.

"What is the outside world like?" ANN*ETT asked. She watched as her father hesitated, a familiar gesture that had often accompanied her questions about the outside world over the years. Her father wiped his hands dry and walked over to her.

"ANN*ETT," he said softly. "You will know soon, trust me. You are getting to that age where you deserve to know. For now, let's eat dinner." He paused before adding, "Maybe we'll go see what's like after supper."

ANN*ETT was surprised and thrilled at the prospect of finally seeing the outside world. She sat down with her father on a couch and began to eat.

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Old 12-02-2014, 04:29 AM


Jesse Rhodes;
Amateur survivalist


Jesse has long chestnut colored hair he keeps in a single braid and cobalt blue eyes. He lived with his father, a military man, for most of his life. His mother having left them when he was only 5, Jesse moved around a lot due to his father's work. Always living on military bases though, and going to their military academies. When he turned 18 he dropped out of the school he was currently enrolled in and ran away from home. His father wanted him to have a military life and career. Jesse disagreed.

It was hard at first, but he managed to find a job and an apartment a few states away from where his father was currently stationed. Not long after, the pandemic hit. No one was prepared it seemed, but somehow Jesse survived that initial outbreak. His days in the military academy gave him survival and combat skills of an average level. His intelligence and cleverness combined with that have kept him alive so far. For now at least, while he tries to search for his father.

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The sun was setting, it was evening and that was a dangerous time to be out and about. Although, given the situation, being out and about at all was a dangerous thing. Jesse sighed. He had a small hand gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans, it had a full clip. He'd gotten lucky and passed an ammo shop along the way that was more or less still intact. A small combat knife was sheathed at his left hip, the sheath tied to one of his belt loops with some string. There was strap long over one of his shoulders so it lay across his chest. A canteen hung on the end, positioned against his left side, just above that combat knife.

A pack was on his back, a strap slung across only one shoulder. The other strap was broken. In the pack was food and more ammunition. It wasn't a whole lot, but it was good enough for now. He would make it last, somehow, until he could restock with more. A long machete was sheathed and secured to him with some string, winding through his belt loops. The sheath rested just against his buttocks, and the machete handle was in easy reach of his right hand should he need to reach back and grab it in a hurry.

There was a rifle hanging against his back next to his pack, the strap around the shoulder that didn't currently have a pack strap across it. That rifle though was completely out of ammo. He hadn't been wasteful with it. Every single shot had counted. Well almost. He had only missed three times. He licked his lips, eyes narrowing as he surveyed his surroundings. He was more or less in a downtown district of town. Full of old, rundown buildings that he was pretty sure had looked just as badly before this apocalypse had hit.

There were some warehouses here and there. Most of them looked like old tobacco warehouses. He rolled his shoulders and moved towards one of the large buildings. He went quietly but as quickly as he could. It had been a long while since he'd seen any other survivors, and they hadn't survived long. It had not been long at all since he'd seen the zombies.

He made it to the building just as he heard movement from another alley way, followed by more sounds of movement. They had seen him or smelled him. However they hunted. Jesse grit his teeth and moved quickly, moving to the metal fire escape that was attached to the side of the old building. He jumped, hands reaching and grasping for the metal ladder that dangled teasingly above him.

Fingers scrapped against it for half a moment, it was just out of reach. He glanced behind him, three zombies had rounded the corner into his alley. His heart began to pound in his chest. If he were taller. He whipped his head around this way and that, looking for something to stand on. Those cobalt eyes landed on a metal trashcan laying on it's side. Jesse didn't hesitate, he ran to it and grabbed it. Glad it was empty or it would have been too heavy.

He dragged it back towards that fire escape, making a loud noise that undoubtedly was attracting more zombies. Not that it mattered. Quite a few had already joined the first three anyway. He quickly turned the trash can upside down and climbed on top of it. He grasped the ladder, kicked the metal can away and began to climb. A tight, cold grip closed around his ankle and his heart almost stopped.

His grip tightened on the metal rails of the ladder as he looked down at the zombie that had a hold of him. Jesse grit his teeth and gripped the ladder tighter before he began kicking at the hand that was tugging on him. An open mouth only a short distance from that hand. He kicked as hard as he could, wildly, until that hand lost it's grip on him. Jesse wasted no time in climbing up on the metal landing. He was safe. For the moment, assuming no zombies were on the roof.

Jesse debated going all the way up the fire escape to the roof, but decided against it. He would wait them out right here on this fire escape landing. Out of reach of the zombies below him. Quickly he checked his ankle, no scratches. That was good. For the moment, he was safe, but he still didn't relax. You were never safe enough nowadays, it was better to stay alert and on guard. He doubted he'd get much sleep, if any. Then again it was always like that. He crouched down in the corner of the landing furthest from the ladder he had climbed up on.
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Old 12-02-2014, 05:37 PM

ANN*ETT silently crumbled a few saltine crackers into her tomato and vegetable soup. Ordinarily, she would be brimming with questions about the outside world and chatting with her father excitedly over dinner. But now that the time had come for her to finally see what it was like in the world beyond her home in the laboratory, she was suddenly numb and speechless. She wasn't sure what to ask anymore, and so she didn't.

Her father was the one to break the silence. After twenty minutes of dining, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and cleared his throat. ANN*ETT heard and looked up from her soup bowl with anticipation.

"We'll have to pack a few things before we can go out," he said, now gazing at his daughter. ANN*ETT nodded in understanding. She recalled the several times she had seen her father leave for the outside world, with a backpack filled with various supplies. She remembered seeing protective gear and weapons...

"Father, I don't know how to use a gun," she said, suddenly fearful that unknown dangers lay in the outside world.

Her father gazed at her grimly.

"Hopefully you won't need it," he replied. "Most of the time, we'll be lucky. But we bring them just in case..."

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Old 12-02-2014, 07:17 PM

Jesse kept his eyes mainly on the monsters milling about beneath him. They knew he was just above them. Just out of reach. He knew they knew. It was probably scent that they hunted by, he wasn't sure their glassed over, dull eyes saw very much. They would probably move on after hours of just being under him. Maybe faster if something distracted them. He did glance up quite a bit as well but it still seemed that there was nothing on the roof. Or if there was, it hadn't realized he was there.

It was a good hiding place, but it was also a terrible hiding place. He could easily be trapped here, if there were more on the roof. Jesse gave a soft little sigh. He could shoot some of them, to clear a path, but the loud noise might bring more. The young man would just have to wait, if they were still there when the sun rose, he'd make his way to the roof and maybe down the other side of the building. That seemed like a good, solid plan.

He took a drink of water from his canteen. There were a few unopened bottles of water in his pack that he had managed to get from a grocery store he he had passed. Jesse hadn't gotten as much stuff as he would've liked from that store, because zombies had chased him out, but he had managed to get some things. Definitely water and some non perishable foods.

Jesse pulled a can of canned meat, probably spam, from his pack and slowly opened it. Pulling the pop top off slowly so as not to make too much noise. Just in case it brought zombies down from the roof on him. The top off, he threw the little aluminum rectangle at one of the zombies under him. It did nothing of course, but it amused him as it hit the things head and made it move around in a circle, swinging it's arms at whatever had touched it.

Quietly he munched on his dinner of spam while keeping an alert eye out. The sun was even lower now. Soon it would be too dark to see much of anything, unless the sky decided to honor him with a full moon.

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Old 12-05-2014, 02:27 AM

Two backpacks were removed from one of the bottom cabinets.

Canteens were filled with re-ionized water.

Clothing was changed into armor.

Belt straps were buckled up and loaded.

Packaged dried food portions were divided up.

Goggles were wiped and dropped into a pocket.

Long hair was placed into a ponytail.

Gauntlets were slipped onto a pair of coarse hands and a pair of tender ones.

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Old 12-10-2014, 09:33 AM

He finished his meager meal, and for a few minutes he just sat there staring at the empty can in his hand. A thoughtful look on his face, he wasn't really looking at that spam can. Jesse was thinking, or rather, wondering. Hoping even. His thoughts were on his father, was the man still alive? Was he dead? A zombie? Jesse grit his teeth and without much thought, threw that can at one of the zombies. It was an angry throw, and it hit the monstrosity right in the forehead.

The zombie jerked around this way and that, swinging it's arms wildy, as if trying to figure out what had just happened to it. Or maybe it was looking for the tasty person that had thrown the can at it. Jesse didn't care, he doubted there was much thought process in those zombie brains. He was still angry, but he had nothing else to throw at the zombies beneath him and soon it would be too dark to accurately aim anyway. He hated this. Having time to actually sit and think about things, he always thought of his father. Wondering if the man was alive or not.

The idea that his father might have actually turned into a zombie always pissed him off, and that thought was always there. At the forefront of everything else whenever he had time to actually sit with a clear head. Jesse shook his head hard, and sighed. Now he was lamenting the fact that he had thrown his spam can. He might've been able to use that as a distraction of sorts when he was ready to leave this place.

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Old 12-16-2014, 05:42 AM

Agent Vector



What Vector looks like, truly, even the Agent's gender, is unknown. Clad in tight, thick armor, both bullet and tear resistant, Vector has proved a perfect spy, scout, and assassin for the governmental organization that Genetech International has become, their influence strengthening in the relative safety of the North. Like most corporations, they seek to expand their influence, specifically to the wilds of the South... to do so, some enduring weeds need to be plucked. Armed with an MP5 and a P95, both with built-in suppressors and set to 9mm to share ammo, as well as a lengthy combat blade. Vector has also been equipped with an active camouflage cloak, top of the line, and pheromone suppressors allowing Vector to sneak past both the living and undead... well, as long as one keeps their distance. Vector's headgear has built-in night vision and infra-red settings, as well as magnification, while also providing air filtration and even a half hour of air for underwater operations, though water nerfs the cloak until it dries out. The gear, combined with top of the line training, makes Vector like the shadow of death, reaping those who would interfere with the Agent's employers.

The soft 'click click' of bullet after bullet being pushed out of a magazine accompanied the sound of flesh tearing and teeth crunching over bone. The Agent's unblinking, blue 'eyes' turned down from the rafter he was perched upon, staring at the grisly scene below. The military outpost, well-defended and well-armed, was awash with blood as the undead feasted upon the true dead. The soldiers, all with a clear bullet hole through their skulls, were being devoured, the doors opened wide. The Agent chuckled, voice coming out dark and warped by the modulator as he said, "Eat up boys, meal is on me." With that, he turned back to the business at hand, emptying the soldier's 9mm handgun's magazines of their rounds. With that done, he began loading the bullets into his own magazines and, once they were full, his ammo boxes.

Once that was done, he stood on the rafter, looking to the skylight he used to enter, and leaped out, unafraid of slipping and falling into the arms of the swarm below. He grabbed the ledge, swinging up and out onto the building's roof. This was the last of the outposts that a sizable, and stable, military organization had, set a fair distance from their base of operations, one of the few that was prepared for the swarm and has thrived, rebuilt even... Genetech couldn't allow that. He'd gathered information on the base and had their defenses all in mind, plans that he pulled out while setting up on the roof top, ripping open an MRE package and planning how to take their defenses down and lead the horde in, the Agent having to raise his mask a bit, showing pale, smooth skin.

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Old 01-17-2015, 05:01 AM

ANN*ETT followed silently in her father's footsteps, backpack over her shoulder and weapons weighing her down. But she was strong and determined to see what lay waiting for her in the outside world, although she was afraid at the same time. For her entire life, she had never known anything beyond what was in the laboratory, although she had heard many stories from her father and the other members of the laboratory who had disappeared over the years. It was this gradual disappearance that frightened her the most. Neither she nor her father knew what had happened to them, or could know. Were there monsters lurking in the shadows above? Was the air poisonous and unbreathable? She stopped walking.

 


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