yes like the hit game Left 4 Dead i'm making the RPG of it ! like most of the zombie games, except different >_>.
so if you don't understand wtf is going on you can play a zombie or a survivor, but you start out small time, a normal zombie and a guy who just fell into the whole survivor thing. not some tank, or some guy with three machineguns and a nade launcher with body armor, NO!
well if your outa ideas for zombies if you wanna play one, here are some examples (from the game)
Spitter: spits acid, is a very quiet infected, but isn't very fact and can be easily tracked by the spittle of acid it leaves
Boomer: a slow big target, spits goo that attracts lesser zombies
Jockey: a small fast moving zombie, can jump on and control zombies but is rather weak
still can't think of anything? ask me :P
well let me get to sheet
Name: Age: Gender: Physical Desc.: 3 things, for a zombie put your old selves image, no mutations Personality:at least 3, zombies here have their own personality, AND can talk only to other zombies ----------- Weapons: nothing more than small pistols, no chainsaws! Armor: Any clothes for both survivors and zombies Misc.: 3 things, nothing special ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none
Name: Johnny Stuff Age: 21 Gender: Male Physical Desc.: Brown hair & Eyes, wears leather jacket, Skinny Personality: Absent-minded, Introverted, Astute ----------- Weapons: Pistol Armor: Leather Jacket Misc.: Food Rations, Water Bottle, Flares ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: None Bio: Works as a lawyer. Bought a gun after a failed burglary. Wears a leather jacket when not working. Perk:
again, you can't play a survivor
also i dun understand why they want to, it's not like i'm letting them have unlimited ammo, no hunger or thirst, the inability to be tired and whatnot
no pvp, i try it but it just turns into a cluster****
Name: yorshkrunjolnerstrink Age: urm 13 b4 i died and mutated. Gender: female Physical Desc.: i am a zombie. so. crazy person who's too skinny and too short, but athletic enough. i'm my own type of zombie, sort of an animalthing. (as you suggested). Personality: well i'm basically some sort of strange mutant snakedog thing. no idea how that happens. i think i fell in a radiation pit. ------- Weapons: me. my whole self be a weapon. and the random teethclawsstuff i grew from fallin in the reactorpit thing. Armor:i have weird-fitting human clothes, they don't fit because i'm not humanshaped anymore. thick jacket, long pants, etc. when i was zombified it was cold outside, Misc.: i don't just eat brainz, i eat whole people. i also eat other zombies when i'm starving. hard to kill (and to hit) and am rather smart. ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none
Name: yorshkrunjolnerstrink Age: urm 13 b4 i died and mutated. Gender: female Physical Desc.: i am a zombie. so. crazy person who's too skinny and too short, but athletic enough. i'm my own type of zombie, sort of an animalthing. (as you suggested). Personality: well i'm basically some sort of strange mutant snakedog thing. no idea how that happens. i think i fell in a radiation pit. ------- Weapons: me. my whole self be a weapon. and the random teethclawsstuff i grew from fallin in the reactorpit thing. Armor:i have weird-fitting human clothes, they don't fit because i'm not humanshaped anymore. thick jacket, long pants, etc. when i was zombified it was cold outside, Misc.: i don't just eat brainz, i eat whole people. i also eat other zombies when i'm starving. hard to kill (and to hit) and am rather smart. ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none
fix: name, personality, physical desc. (i said wolf like, not radioactive), yes clothes do fit you, and zombies do eat whole people not brains
Name: Stavi Gerini Age: 25 Gender: Male Physical Desc.: Green Mohawk, Thin and Muscular Personality: Calm, Fast Thinking, Strong Minded Trait: You move quicker than normal ----------- Weapons: MEU-SOC M1911 w/ flashlight Armor: Jeans, Stud Belt, T-Shirt Misc.: Lighter, Rope, Car & House Keys ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none Bio: I am a drummer in a band. I am good at hitting things. I occasionally go hunting with friends and am ok with shooting. Perk: Good at making weapons
I start shooting zed within range and looking for other people to assist/help/save
Name: Stavi Gerini Age: 25 Gender: Male Physical Desc.: Green Mohawk, Thin and Muscular Personality: Calm, Fast Thinking, Strong Minded Trait: You move quicker than normal ----------- Weapons: MEU-SOC M1911 w/ flashlight Armor: Jeans, Stud Belt, T-Shirt Misc.: Lighter, Rope, Car & House Keys ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none Bio: I am a drummer in a band. I am good at hitting things. I occasionally go hunting with friends and am ok with shooting. Perk: Good at making weapons
you start firing, but it's obvious the place is gonna be overrun, you see people outside the fence being mauled
then a suicidally obese zed comes into view and explodes near hte fence, showering ya'll in guts and knocking it over
Name:Chad Bingham Age:20 Gender:Male Phys. description:Black hair, white skin, looks suprisingly like Nathan Drake from Uncharted. Personality:Kind, prefers to stay near hordes, easily-angered Trait:videogame look alike, i have no idea who nathan is, so i dunno what to give you, extra health! Bio:Chad was at home, cleaning dishes, that kinda stuff. Then the zombies came. They came from the windows and doors. Chad grabbed a knife and drove it into a zombie's eyeball. It got all over Chad's face. Then another zombie bit Chad in the shoulder. He pulled out the knife of the other zombie and stuck into his attacker's eye. He ran upstairs and tried to barricade his room. He sat thier wondering what caused this. Then he blacked-out. When he woke up, he had an insatible hunger for Human flesh. Perk:Friendly zombie!- Chad has a small goup of common infected with him. ------------------------- Weapons:His claws and teeth Armor:Black hoodie, black jeans, black shoes Misc.: ------------------------- Health:100/100 Armor:0/0 Conditions:none
Have the zed distract the gaurds as Chad goes around and tries to bute the CEDA dudes in the neck from behind.
Name:Chad Bingham Age:20 Gender:Male Phys. description:Black hair, white skin, looks suprisingly like Nathan Drake from Uncharted. Personality:Kind, prefers to stay near hordes, easily-angered Trait:videogame look alike, i have no idea who nathan is, so i dunno what to give you, extra health! Bio:Chad was at home, cleaning dishes, that kinda stuff. Then the zombies came. They came from the windows and doors. Chad grabbed a knife and drove it into a zombie's eyeball. It got all over Chad's face. Then another zombie bit Chad in the shoulder. He pulled out the knife of the other zombie and stuck into his attacker's eye. He ran upstairs and tried to barricade his room. He sat thier wondering what caused this. Then he blacked-out. When he woke up, he had an insatible hunger for Human flesh. Perk:Friendly zombie!- Chad has a small goup of common infected with him. ------------------------- Weapons:His claws and teeth Armor:Black hoodie, black jeans, black shoes Misc.: ------------------------- Health:100/100 Armor:0/0 Conditions:none
you get one, the CEDA people rise yet again (from L4D graffiti it ranges from a week to 5 minutes, i'll make it a few hours at most to rise again, it's been 10 minutes) you get them, but one bashes the concerned ones skull in
you get a mutation, add a minor (MINOR) (MINOR!!!!) (MINOR!!!!!1!!1!11!) mutation to phy. desc.
Name: Stavi Gerini Age: 25 Gender: Male Physical Desc.: Green Mohawk, Thin and Muscular Personality: Calm, Fast Thinking, Strong Minded Trait: You move quicker than normal ----------- Weapons: MEU-SOC M1911 w/ flashlight Armor: Jeans, Stud Belt, T-Shirt Misc.: Lighter, Rope, Car & House Keys ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none Bio: I am a drummer in a band. I am good at hitting things. I occasionally go hunting with friends and am ok with shooting. Perk: Good at making weapons
I look for a way out and try to find a car that is running.
Name: Stavi Gerini Age: 25 Gender: Male Physical Desc.: Green Mohawk, Thin and Muscular Personality: Calm, Fast Thinking, Strong Minded Trait: You move quicker than normal ----------- Weapons: MEU-SOC M1911 w/ flashlight Armor: Jeans, Stud Belt, T-Shirt Misc.: Lighter, Rope, Car & House Keys ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none Bio: I am a drummer in a band. I am good at hitting things. I occasionally go hunting with friends and am ok with shooting. Perk: Good at making weapons
you can go back into the zombies, or go through the windy path of chainlink fencing
Name:jhon anderson Age:28 Gender:Male Physical Desc.:tall.fast.body builded Personality:silent(he talks when needed)smart.kind(not to zombies!!) Bio:he was a soldier till 5 days ago he had simple orders !! 1-kill 2-clear 3-leave but it turned the zombies werent that weak the whole army was taken out he and some me tried to survive ... he only made it he lost his stuff while they were defending their self from a horde of zombies ... now he is alone ... Perk: Trait:Quet one: zombies are a bit less likely to notice you ----------- Weapons:glock 19 Armor:soldiers shirt and pants ...shoes and ...(no armors on) Misc.:tags(of him self and team mates that died).rope(a long one).knife ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none
il draw my knife and cut his hand ... and try to see how his blood is ... than i go back of the train and shout and ask if there is a doctor here ... and take him with me to check the body ...
Name:jhon anderson Age:28 Gender:Male Physical Desc.:tall.fast.body builded Personality:silent(he talks when needed)smart.kind(not to zombies!!) Bio:he was a soldier till 5 days ago he had simple orders !! 1-kill 2-clear 3-leave but it turned the zombies werent that weak the whole army was taken out he and some me tried to survive ... he only made it he lost his stuff while they were defending their self from a horde of zombies ... now he is alone ... Perk: Trait:Quet one: zombies are a bit less likely to notice you ----------- Weapons:glock 19 Armor:soldiers shirt and pants ...shoes and ...(no armors on) Misc.:tags(of him self and team mates that died).rope(a long one).knife ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none
yeh it's blood alright
you don't need a doctor, he's dead and bleeding from the eyes, besides there isn't one
Name: john westwood Age: 19 Gender: male Physical Desc.: small, but powerful legs, a thin build, not for sustained combat, swept over (emo) hair Personality: shady and keeps himself to himself, tends to be more analysing, prefers to scope out places from afar, out of zombies sight range, ((and smell)which means not downwind from them) bio: after being brought up in a small hunting village on the outskirts of a forest, the game died out, i was forced to move to the city when i was 17, seeing as my dad taught me how to shoot a rifle from a young age, that was naturally the first thing i would have looked for, dad died of lung cancer, and in his will he said he wanted to be buried with his rifle perk: you're a slight better shot ----------- Weapons: a small beretta FS 92 with a low power scope, 1 kukri, (can i have... please???) Armor: old but trusty german fallschirmjager boots, cargo pants with holster round the leg to hold both pistol and kukri, (if applicable), a black, lightweight jacket, a black woolen hat to keep hair out of face Misc.: a small crosshair symbol, which i kiss every time i shoot for the first time whilst scoping. ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none known as of 23 october
so where am i, you are making playing this RPG complicated and confusing
Name: john westwood Age: 19 Gender: male Physical Desc.: small, but powerful legs, a thin build, not for sustained combat, swept over (emo) hair Personality: shady and keeps himself to himself, tends to be more analysing, prefers to scope out places from afar, out of zombies sight range, ((and smell)which means not downwind from them) bio: after being brought up in a small hunting village on the outskirts of a forest, the game died out, i was forced to move to the city when i was 17, seeing as my dad taught me how to shoot a rifle from a young age, that was naturally the first thing i would have looked for, dad died of lung cancer, and in his will he said he wanted to be buried with his rifle perk: you're a slight better shot ----------- Weapons: a small beretta FS 92 with a low power scope, 1 kukri, (can i have... please???) Armor: old but trusty german fallschirmjager boots, cargo pants with holster round the leg to hold both pistol and kukri, (if applicable), a black, lightweight jacket, a black woolen hat to keep hair out of face Misc.: a small crosshair symbol, which i kiss every time i shoot for the first time whilst scoping. ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none known as of 23 october
dude i already explained, it's not me. it's your attention span apparently
your in your house, you hear a commotion outside so you look through your window and find men in big hazmat suits going door to door herding people in busses marked CEDA, another group of people in riot armor with nightsticks are killing people in another large crowd that looks determined to get over to the busses
Name: Ron Ronson Age: 40 Gender: M Physical Desc.: Tiny, Brown Eyes, Fast Personality: Angry, Smart, Humoristic Bio: Security Guard who whants to get revenge on the person that killed his son. Trait you deal better damage with melee Perk: nil ----------- Weapons: M1911 Armor: Guard Suit Misc.: Bottle with Water, Batteries, Flashlight ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none
Name: Ron Ronson Age: 40 Gender: M Physical Desc.: Tiny, Brown Eyes, Fast Personality: Angry, Smart, Humoristic Bio: Security Guard who whants to get revenge on the person that killed his son. Trait you deal better damage with melee Perk: nil ----------- Weapons: M1911 Armor: Guard Suit Misc.: Bottle with Water, Batteries, Flashlight ----------- Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 0/0 Conditions: none
