The year is 2012. The day is January 31. It is a glorious day for science. A new method of treatment for dying patients of virtually any ailment has been developed--a treatment that could revolutionize the world of medicine. The miracle cure comes in the form of a genetically engineered virus called K-5. Once it's injected into a patient, it shuts down all systems except for the heart and brain, which it reduces to a hibernation state. It then uses the massive amounts of extra energy the body isn't using to repair any injuries or sicknesses in 1-2 days, depending on the severity of the damage. The patients then rise "from the dead" and begin functioning normally! The only problem? The frontal lobe of their brain, the area which makes human rationalization possible, doesn't return from dormancy. In addition, the pain receptors and other bodily functions don't work either. So now we have a human who can't rationalize running around with only two vulnerabilities--the brain and the heart. The Panic
The problem with one zombified human? Replace "one" with "over seven million". By the year 2012, the earth's human population rose to 8.5 billion. Over half of those were in need of K-5 to cure cancer, AIDS, fatal injuries and other conditions. Roughly three of the five billion patients died within several hours of treatment, and the other two billion rose--and they were hungry. Two billion more were devoured, while one billion escaped with their lives--but had been infected via zombie bites. The remaining 500 million people scattered, either killing each other in their panic, being devoured, or, if they were very lucky, surviving to reach *temporary* safety. You are one of these survivors, and you've reached Crookston, Minnesota. You find yourself searching for supplies: food, weapons, transportation, and by some chance more survivors.
Application (character info)
Name: Profession: Inventory: SHORT Bio:
Application Explained
Name: Title if any (Officer, Doctor, military rank, etc.) First and Last Name Profession: This defines your skills, equipment, etc. Don't pick an "exclusive" profession. (i.e. The President...he's dead anyway). Inventory: Limit yourself to starting with one firearm, or two (a primary and backup) if you're in the military. Start with one melee weapon. You carry five days' food and water. You can also have a world map, a journal, a SMALL AND NON-LETHAL personal item, and a backpack. Good luck. SHORT Bio: No more than ten sentences. Posting and Game Rules
1. WE control the game. There is no GM, so I'm trusting the players to make for a realistic and fair plot.
2. WE work together. As fellow survivors we must find each other and BAND TOGETHER. No fighting (OOC or IC, for that matter).
3. Post your info. Please post your full application (character info) in your first post and get started RPing! As long as everyone can use proper grammar and keep it mostly T-Rated, you don't need me to approve your apps. And, though I hate it, it makes it much easier on new comers and people with bad memory if you post your character info on EACH post your make. Please, though, LEAVE OUT YOUR BIO except when you post for the first time.
Nameev Evos Profession:Baseball player Inventory:M9 handgun,Baseball bat,Lighter,Map,Journal,Back pack,5 days food&water Bio:Was training in the woods when he heard the news. He wears a very warm Grey hoodie and jeans with boots.
Dev walks into the town of Crookston to see a man behind a pickup truck throwing a rock at nothing, then Dev notices some zombies standing at a gas station.
Name: Nicholai Peleiu Profession: Park Ranger Inventory: 30-30 Lever action rifle, M1911 .45, knife, 5 days food and water, World Atlas, Journal, 50 ft. Nylon rope, and backpack. SHORT Bio: Was a Park ranger working in the canyonlands area, when he heard reports on the radio of strange attacks.
The atempt works but you see a survivor in the direction you threw the rock,the zombies are running at him
Nameev Evos Profession:Baseball player Inventory:M9 handgun,Baseball bat,Lighter,Map,Journal,Back pack,5 days food&water Bio:Was training in the woods when he heard the news. He wears a very warm Grey hoodie and jeans with boots
The rock lands a foot away from his foot he notices then that the zombies are running at him he whips out his gun and takes aim.
Name: Gen. James Johnson Profession: Military general Inventory: Spas shotgun, desert eagle, builders equipment 5 days food and water, world map, journal, backpack. you are driving for what seems about a day you finally reach Crookston using your skills you find a town map.
Name: James Nev Profession: Unknown. =D Inventory: A small, odd black bag and some food. SHORT Bio: James was a outcast from everything. He quit school, and then tried to live by himself. One day, while he was looking for food, he found a small black bag full of things that he never saw before. He picked up the bag, looked inside, and realized nothing was in it but a bit of food. Just what he needed...
James walked along the dark streets of the street of Fremtrem. The streets looked empty, how odd. As the small but of light from the moon gleamed onto the streets, he walked along the streets, hoping to find more food. Seeing the small building nearby labeled "Bobs Goods", he walks in.
Name: Nicholai Peleiu Profession: Park Ranger Inventory: 30-30 Lever action rifle, M1911 .45, knife, 5 days food and water, World Atlas, Journal, 50 ft. Nylon rope, and backpack. SHORT Bio: Was a Park ranger working in the canyonlands area, when he heard reports on the radio of strange attacks.
Nicholai pulls his rifle up to his eye and takes a shot at the zombies running towards the man.
Nameev Evos Profession:Baseball player Inventory:M9 handgun,Baseball bat,Lighter,Map,Journal,Back pack,5 days food&water Bio:Was training in the woods when he heard the news. He wears a very warm Grey hoodie and jeans with boots
Devos shoots one zombie in the head and another in the shoulder, there are 5 more running at him, one of their heads explodes and he sees the other man working the lever on his rifle, the wounded zombie stands back up and follows the other 4 zombies running towards Devos.
((Nice job everyone, doing great! Yeah, do whatever you want as but no god modding or PvP. I'm gonna do my posts as if I'm writing a journal entry from now on. Just respond to them as if they're happening right now. But anyone can post however they want, it's up to them.
NOTE: Please don't GM for other players unless they ask you to. Let them describe the zombies' actions that they're fighting. Also ONLY POST YOUR BIO. It makes it a lot less confusing. If you've got permission to GM for another player just put "@ so-and-so" above your post instead of their whole bio.))
Name: Robert (Rob) Lowski Profession: Computer engineer and programmer, technologist. Inventory: A 9mm handgun (10 rounds), 3 ft. iron crowbar, 5 days' food and water, two lighters and box of matches, a world map, a survivor journal and a map.
February 1, 2012 When I was driving out of town I saw a man throwing a rock at some zombies today. The zack were running toward him 'till another man shot at them with an M9. I honked and the men moved out of the way. I revved up the engine and mowed the bastards over. Then I got out and greeted each of the men. "What are your names? You can come with me to Canada up north if you want," I said.
I'm no scientist, but I can observe and adapt. This is where I keep the knowledge I accumulate. If I die (or worse) and anyone finds this journal, learn from it and spread the knowledge to any other survivors. Zombie Traits
They're just people who've "turned". Short, fat, tall, skinny, pimple-faced, smooth-skinned, but all have this dull look in their eyes. Most are not decayed at all aside from a few small holes in their skin. Lots have injuries. They don't seem bothered, though. I saw one punch through the wall of a warehouse and break her arm, but she just kept punching.
ZOMBIES CAN RUN. Don't make the mistake of thinking they're slow and lumbering. They don't seem social, at all. They have some reasoning and very basic strategic sense. I don't know if they can learn or adapt. They seem pretty primal.
Oh, and by the way...they wanna eat your flesh.
Killing Techniques
So far as I know it only works to destroy the heart or brain. Maybe massive blood loss will kill them too? I don't know.
Name: Robert (Rob) Lowski Profession: Computer engineer and programmer, technologist. Inventory: A 9mm handgun (10 rounds), 3 ft. iron crowbar, 5 days' food and water, two lighters and box of matches, a world map, a survivor journal and a map.
((You will most likely find the ships taken or zombies overrun the sea port. These are just my suggestions. While I'm waiting for the two men to respond, I'll write another journal entry.))
February 2, 2012 Looks like all those years taking advanced technology courses finally paid off. I was able to get my hand-held radio running two-way! I'm broadcasting on all frequencies my location and situation. I can provide transportation to Canada. Of course, even though other people with radios will be able to here me, they'll still have to have two-way capabilities before they can respond. I guess they'll just have to come find me.
Name: Gen. James Johnson Profession: Military general Inventory: Spas shotgun, desert eagle, builders equipment, flashlight, tattered military jacket, 7 days food and water, world map, journal, backpack.
As I drive down the road I see some lights further in the distance. I drive further and as I get closer I see that it is my friends Rob. His car has broken down and now him and a few survivors are gathered round it trying to fix it. I offer them a lift and we get in the jeep. I notice a dead man on the floor and I search him.
I find:- A hunting rifle 10 days food 30ft of rope
As we get into the jeep we head off along the road to Canada.
Name: Gen. James Johnson Profession: Military general Inventory: Spas shotgun, desert eagle, hunting rifle, 30ft rope, builders equipment, flashlight, tattered military jacket, 17 days food and water, world map, journal, backpack.
Name: Gamma 7-01X Profession: Elite RADrecon Inventory: Radium-Tipped Machine Gun, Acid-Tipped Machete, Anti-Radioctive Military Combat Armor, Journal, Backpack, 5-days food and water. Bio: One of the soldier of the RADrecon devision,soldiers designed to withstand and control mutant attacks from failiures in the global nuclear system. Position: Hiding out in the backstreets behind the factories in Moscow
No-one ever started me, so oh well...
Gamma dives out of a factory window, as a loud explosion resounds behind him. He rolls behind some pieces of fallen masonry as shrapnel rains down upon the area. The shambling hordes round the corner. He dashes out of hiding and down into the maze of side streets. after running through them for 5 tense minutes, he thinks he's lost them, But he can still hear groans of anguish from the other parts of the narrow maze of backstreets. Priming his firearm, and loosening his machete in its sheath, he prepares for a stand-off.
Flag Name: Gamma 7-01X Profession: Elite RADrecon Inventory: Radium-Tipped Machine Gun, Acid-Tipped Machete, Anti-Radioctive Military Combat Armor, Journal, Backpack, 5-days food and water. Bio: One of the soldier of the RADrecon devision,soldiers designed to withstand and control mutant attacks from failiures in the global nuclear system. Position: Hiding out in the backstreets behind the factories in Moscow
Fine, fine. I'll do myself
"Oh..." He curses quietly as two of the creatures, one slim and swift, and one huge, lumbering titan round the corner. "They've split up into search parties" He now has no choice but to open fire, alerting the other mutations to his presence and location. He pokes his gun out from his hiding place, and shoots the slim one quickly, aiming for the head. He then jumps out and machine guns the slim one, if she survived, down. He then focuses on the slower one, shooting wildly and in quick sucession in the direction of the beast. If he is still not down, He grabs his machete out of its sheath and slashes quickly at him repeatedly, ducking and weaving.
Nameev Evos Profession:Baseball player Inventory:M9 handgun,Baseball bat,Lighter,Map,Journal,Back pack,5 days food&water Bio:Was training in the woods when he heard the news. He wears a very warm Grey hoodie and jeans with boots A man in a jeep,not infected by the fact that he's driving,mows down the remaining zombies he asks me my name and if i want to join him up too canada i tell him "Dev,thank you for the help and i guess i will join you but maybe we should loot the gas station for fuel and food"
Name: Robert (Rob) Lowski Profession: Computer engineer and programmer, technologist. Inventory: A 9mm handgun (8 rounds), a semi-automatic carbine (5 rounds), 3 ft. iron crowbar, 5 days' food and water, two lighters and box of matches, a world map, a survivor journal, a two-way radio, and a map.
February 2, 2012 (day 3)
General James Johnson, my old friend must've heard my broadcast! He found the other two survivors and me today and we all escaped in a jeep. I transferred what little fuel my Ford had left to James' car. I burned the body we found in the car in case it was infected.
We started heading towards Canada. It's taking longer than expected because we've had to stop to siphon gas and had to avoid the bigger cities like St. Paul because they're so infested our jeep would be overrun. I found a dead body on the outskirts of a larger city, though. I was able to get a semi-automatic carbine off him! Only 5 rounds left, though. Ammo's low.
