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edited January 2007
That reminds me
Pony, do zombies get distracted when they're adjacent to recently-killed bodies? Like spend a turn gnawing on it? Because there are four in that hardware store already
t Bogey: you can be one of the ladies that are trapped and protected by the lunatics. OR one of the lunatics (who eventually kill Rockmonkey and Darkblade). Your pick. Personally I prefer the first option.
Oh, anything will be great. I hope it's not too much trouble, I had actually deleted my post a few minutes after making it. Thanks.
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t Bogey: you can be one of the ladies that are trapped and protected by the lunatics. OR one of the lunatics (who eventually kill Rockmonkey and Darkblade). Your pick. Personally I prefer the first option.
Oh, anything will be great. I hope it's not too much trouble, I had actually deleted my post a few minutes after making it. Thanks.
Don't worry about it. I even have an idea as to how to make it clear that it's absolutely you.
Just sit back and enjoy Viv's erotic fanfiction about us
Well it won't happen in this next chapter, but the chapter AFTER that should be pretty sexy.
I gotta say that if this game didn't exist, this story would pretty much suck as far as stories go. There's not a lot of beef to it aside from running around and killing things.
Though I imagine it goes from THAT to mega-emotional once people start dying.
This'd probably be easier in flash, still doing this with ImageReady
also, Hi Viv!
I finished my anim, wheres the story?
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edited January 2007
Dammit bitch I'm at work and I actually had work to do and plus I was kinda sorta working on my own writing project since the current chapter is due to be completed on Feb. 1...
But Chapter Four is almost complete. Trying to spice it up since it's a whole lotta NOTHING goin' on except for Sars' kill.
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edited January 2007
Chapter Four
Team ZAP
"You okay?" Fierce demanded of Monkeyfeet as his team gathered by the gas station.
"Yeah," Monkey answered breathlessly. "Just froze, I think. Caught off guard…my brain was screaming but I couldn't make myself move. Sorry, it's just my nerves."
"Can you continue with the mission?" Scrum wanted to know. "You're no good to us if you're getting owned by your own nerves."
"Lay off," Ham Hammer said, putting a hand on Scrum's chest. "He'll be fine. First encounter's always a bitch. Right?" he added, nodding to Monkeyfeet.
The gunslinger smiled gratefully. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Promise."
"Good," Fierce said. He jerked his head east and west to assess their situation, then spotted the massive Kong standing a few feet away, bent over by the entrance to the gas station. "Kong!" he called over. "You all right? You don't look too hot."
Kong straightened, hoisting his flamethrower onto his back. "Winded from the sprint."
"That Zed get you?" Fierce asked, dashing over to Kong. Ham followed, just in case.
"Just my body armor, man. Zeds took a piece out of it so it's a feeling a bit weird."
Fierce's eyes quickly scanned Kong's equipment and instantly spotted the problem. "You're fine, just a couple of severed seams. Here." He yanked hard on pieces of the armor, tied a series of knots into it, and secured another section with a carabiner that he whipped from his belt. "There. That'll hold for now."
Kong grinned. "Thanks, man."
Team Hart
"Nicely done," Hart said to Homeless as the warrior wiped the Zed's blood from his sword, and the rest of the team chimed in.
"Way to go," Darkblade cheered, unable to help himself as he grabbed Homeless by the ass and gave the man a nice, hard squeeze.
Homeless' answer was a small smile and a dutiful nod, though he shot Darkblade a raised eyebrow for a split second.
Darkblade gave him a quick wiggle of the eyebrows in answer.
"What's the plan?" ZeroZero asked, holstering his guns.
"Looks like ZAP is going to search the drugstore to gear Ham up, but they're waiting on Quetzi to assist with access," Hart said, gesturing northward. "We're going to hit up the hardware store; should be just south of the drugstore. Reports say that it's barricaded shut, so we're going to need Homeless"—he patted the stoic warrior on the shoulder—"and his muscle to bust our way in. Brings us close to the Zeds but I think we'll be all right if we move quickly."
Team ASH
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Area secure!" Marathon called from the northeast corner of the gas station. "No Zeds, no hostiles."
"Then let's clear out this building," Quetzi said softly. "Take any supplies you can find, especially fuel, then we'll head down to the hardware store for more supplies."
"Affirmative," Marathon said with an approving nod. "Search the area, report anything you find that we can use."
"Tools and supplies, sir," Quetzi answered instantly, "over here. Mostly metal parts, all unused from what I can tell. A few car parts."
"I'm going to be wanting those," Green called, and he ran over to join the little sneak. "Got a fuel drum up against the north wall if you're interested, Naporean."
"Roger that," Naporean said as he fueled up his chainsaw with the fuel Quetzi had found earlier. "I'm set on fuel, though, so you might want to save it for Kong. I can't hold much more."
"More fuel over here!" Rockmonkey said, prying away a loose sheet of wood from the makeshift barricade. "Two canisters!"
"Looks like a pretty healthy run," Marathon remarked. "Okay. Green, see what you can do with those supplies. Quetzi, I want you at the drugstore helping ZAP in through the eastern entrance. Rock, Naporean, clear out and wait for us just north of the drugstore entrance. Kong!"
"Yeah?" Kong responded, poking his head through the barricade.
"Get in here and grab the fuel. Got a fuel drum for you and two canisters. They're all yours." Marathon snatched up his radio from its holster. "All teams, ASH. We've cleared out the gas station. Over."
Team Foxtrot
"Shit," Smart Hero swore as Marathon's voice sizzled from the radio on his belt.
"He's turning this way, team leader," Druhim reported, raising his SMG. "Looks like he heard the static. He's out of my range. Orders?"
"Stand fast," Smart Hero replied gruffly. Into his radio, he barked, "ASH, Foxtrot. Roger that. Now shut the fuck up. Over." He turned to Sars Boy. "You're up. Take that fucker out. We've got your back."
"Roger," Sars responded, and drew his two custom-made, KA-BAR-like knives from their scabbards, licked one quickly to test the edge, then hunched forward and moved to engage the Zed.
She'd been a woman, Sars Boy guessed, based on the Zed's slim build; it was more obvious on this particular Zed than on others, for some reason. For all he knew, she could've been a real beauty…not unlike the one that once belonged to him, and him to her.
Sars shook his head as he closed in on his target, reminding himself that missing his wife wasn't going to get the job done. He was a knife-fighter, for fuck's sake. What kind of man gets that up close and personal with a Zed and then cries about how he doesn't think his heart will ever heal?
Sars spent his pre-apocalyptic days as a martial arts trainer, specializing in Sayoc Kali knife combat. He'd have never guessed that his years of training would one day be put to use for a real, kill-or-be-killed fight for survival. His own wife had led a much less exciting life as a teacher. She'd been bitten by one of her own students during one of the first outbreaks that led to the closing of the school and, later, the evacuation of their little town.
He hadn't known that she couldn't fight an infection forever; the doctors told him that if she took her medicine regularly, she'd be able to stay healthy indefinitely. They didn't say anything about what'd happen if all the hospitals were forced to shut down and she ran out of meds.
She'd turned during the night, while they shared a cot in one of the survivors' camps. Sometimes, Sars Boy could still taste the black bile that had once been the blood of his beloved wife; it'd spilled onto his face as he'd stabbed her in the heart.
He steeled himself as the Zed came within range of his attacks. It was not a woman anymore. His wife hadn't been a woman that night, either. She'd died the second she'd been bitten. This, like her…was just another Zed.
He sidestepped the Zed's first lunge, then whipped around and stabbed his first knife into the Zed's forearm. Keeping his momentum going, he used the snag on the Zed's arm to turn it around to face him, then forced his other blade into the Zed's neck. The Zed's free arm came up to try to grab him, but he immediately freed his other blade and thrust it into the Zed's collarbone and pushed the corpse onto the ground. Gritting his teeth, he pinned the Zed down with his body weight, slashed at the tendons of the Zed's upper arms to disable them as much as possible, then twisted both blades, freed them, and stabbed one each into the Zed's eyes, punching them through the stone-like bone behind them and upward into the brains. He twisted both knives for good measure, dicing up what was left of the Zed's brain, then pulled them out and turned slowly, deliberately to face his teammates.
It was only when he met his comrades' gazes that he felt the oozing, Zed blood running down his face, hands, and arms; it must've spattered him when he'd scored those hits and he simply hadn't noticed or felt them. That didn't really surprise him. He didn't really feel much of anything nowadays; especially not when he was fighting a Zed.
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Sorry for the sappiness but I had to make something happen here!
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You like hardware stores, right?
Pony, do zombies get distracted when they're adjacent to recently-killed bodies? Like spend a turn gnawing on it? Because there are four in that hardware store already
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Plus Pony's mentioned a few times that this is pretty much a beta test, and as such the rules can change depending on the needs of the game
jeez
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Then that was pretty poorly executed
Yeah, I know.
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You're drawn to my eccentric Brawl Code: 4596 9143 4529
I hate you, you know.
I can be terse! :P
You're drawn to my eccentric Brawl Code: 4596 9143 4529
[spoiler:c7e3e83600]<3 Viv[/spoiler:c7e3e83600]
Scrum, I based your entire character off of the first few lines of RP you posted, so I basically made you out to be a licensed badass.
I totally saved your fucking life
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Oh
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No rush
Just sit back and enjoy Viv's erotic fanfiction about us
I gotta say that if this game didn't exist, this story would pretty much suck as far as stories go. There's not a lot of beef to it aside from running around and killing things.
Though I imagine it goes from THAT to mega-emotional once people start dying.
Die more plz.
[spoiler:4a3e27ba42]And by "me," I of course mean "my chainsaw."[/spoiler:4a3e27ba42]
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Hold me against your warm, gore-streaked bosom
Sure thing, I'll get right on that.
I always fear that it'll stop responding during a save and I'll lose 2 hours of work..
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ROUND 3
You're drawn to my eccentric Brawl Code: 4596 9143 4529
Worked on that all day..
This'd probably be easier in flash, still doing this with ImageReady
also, Hi Viv!
I finished my anim, wheres the story?
You're drawn to my eccentric Brawl Code: 4596 9143 4529
But Chapter Four is almost complete. Trying to spice it up since it's a whole lotta NOTHING goin' on except for Sars' kill.
You're drawn to my eccentric Brawl Code: 4596 9143 4529
Night Viv
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Team ZAP
"You okay?" Fierce demanded of Monkeyfeet as his team gathered by the gas station.
"Yeah," Monkey answered breathlessly. "Just froze, I think. Caught off guard…my brain was screaming but I couldn't make myself move. Sorry, it's just my nerves."
"Can you continue with the mission?" Scrum wanted to know. "You're no good to us if you're getting owned by your own nerves."
"Lay off," Ham Hammer said, putting a hand on Scrum's chest. "He'll be fine. First encounter's always a bitch. Right?" he added, nodding to Monkeyfeet.
The gunslinger smiled gratefully. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Promise."
"Good," Fierce said. He jerked his head east and west to assess their situation, then spotted the massive Kong standing a few feet away, bent over by the entrance to the gas station. "Kong!" he called over. "You all right? You don't look too hot."
Kong straightened, hoisting his flamethrower onto his back. "Winded from the sprint."
"That Zed get you?" Fierce asked, dashing over to Kong. Ham followed, just in case.
"Just my body armor, man. Zeds took a piece out of it so it's a feeling a bit weird."
Fierce's eyes quickly scanned Kong's equipment and instantly spotted the problem. "You're fine, just a couple of severed seams. Here." He yanked hard on pieces of the armor, tied a series of knots into it, and secured another section with a carabiner that he whipped from his belt. "There. That'll hold for now."
Kong grinned. "Thanks, man."
Team Hart
"Nicely done," Hart said to Homeless as the warrior wiped the Zed's blood from his sword, and the rest of the team chimed in.
"Way to go," Darkblade cheered, unable to help himself as he grabbed Homeless by the ass and gave the man a nice, hard squeeze.
Homeless' answer was a small smile and a dutiful nod, though he shot Darkblade a raised eyebrow for a split second.
Darkblade gave him a quick wiggle of the eyebrows in answer.
"What's the plan?" ZeroZero asked, holstering his guns.
"Looks like ZAP is going to search the drugstore to gear Ham up, but they're waiting on Quetzi to assist with access," Hart said, gesturing northward. "We're going to hit up the hardware store; should be just south of the drugstore. Reports say that it's barricaded shut, so we're going to need Homeless"—he patted the stoic warrior on the shoulder—"and his muscle to bust our way in. Brings us close to the Zeds but I think we'll be all right if we move quickly."
Team ASH
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Area secure!" Marathon called from the northeast corner of the gas station. "No Zeds, no hostiles."
"Then let's clear out this building," Quetzi said softly. "Take any supplies you can find, especially fuel, then we'll head down to the hardware store for more supplies."
"Affirmative," Marathon said with an approving nod. "Search the area, report anything you find that we can use."
"Tools and supplies, sir," Quetzi answered instantly, "over here. Mostly metal parts, all unused from what I can tell. A few car parts."
"I'm going to be wanting those," Green called, and he ran over to join the little sneak. "Got a fuel drum up against the north wall if you're interested, Naporean."
"Roger that," Naporean said as he fueled up his chainsaw with the fuel Quetzi had found earlier. "I'm set on fuel, though, so you might want to save it for Kong. I can't hold much more."
"More fuel over here!" Rockmonkey said, prying away a loose sheet of wood from the makeshift barricade. "Two canisters!"
"Looks like a pretty healthy run," Marathon remarked. "Okay. Green, see what you can do with those supplies. Quetzi, I want you at the drugstore helping ZAP in through the eastern entrance. Rock, Naporean, clear out and wait for us just north of the drugstore entrance. Kong!"
"Yeah?" Kong responded, poking his head through the barricade.
"Get in here and grab the fuel. Got a fuel drum for you and two canisters. They're all yours." Marathon snatched up his radio from its holster. "All teams, ASH. We've cleared out the gas station. Over."
Team Foxtrot
"Shit," Smart Hero swore as Marathon's voice sizzled from the radio on his belt.
"He's turning this way, team leader," Druhim reported, raising his SMG. "Looks like he heard the static. He's out of my range. Orders?"
"Stand fast," Smart Hero replied gruffly. Into his radio, he barked, "ASH, Foxtrot. Roger that. Now shut the fuck up. Over." He turned to Sars Boy. "You're up. Take that fucker out. We've got your back."
"Roger," Sars responded, and drew his two custom-made, KA-BAR-like knives from their scabbards, licked one quickly to test the edge, then hunched forward and moved to engage the Zed.
She'd been a woman, Sars Boy guessed, based on the Zed's slim build; it was more obvious on this particular Zed than on others, for some reason. For all he knew, she could've been a real beauty…not unlike the one that once belonged to him, and him to her.
Sars shook his head as he closed in on his target, reminding himself that missing his wife wasn't going to get the job done. He was a knife-fighter, for fuck's sake. What kind of man gets that up close and personal with a Zed and then cries about how he doesn't think his heart will ever heal?
Sars spent his pre-apocalyptic days as a martial arts trainer, specializing in Sayoc Kali knife combat. He'd have never guessed that his years of training would one day be put to use for a real, kill-or-be-killed fight for survival. His own wife had led a much less exciting life as a teacher. She'd been bitten by one of her own students during one of the first outbreaks that led to the closing of the school and, later, the evacuation of their little town.
He hadn't known that she couldn't fight an infection forever; the doctors told him that if she took her medicine regularly, she'd be able to stay healthy indefinitely. They didn't say anything about what'd happen if all the hospitals were forced to shut down and she ran out of meds.
She'd turned during the night, while they shared a cot in one of the survivors' camps. Sometimes, Sars Boy could still taste the black bile that had once been the blood of his beloved wife; it'd spilled onto his face as he'd stabbed her in the heart.
He steeled himself as the Zed came within range of his attacks. It was not a woman anymore. His wife hadn't been a woman that night, either. She'd died the second she'd been bitten. This, like her…was just another Zed.
He sidestepped the Zed's first lunge, then whipped around and stabbed his first knife into the Zed's forearm. Keeping his momentum going, he used the snag on the Zed's arm to turn it around to face him, then forced his other blade into the Zed's neck. The Zed's free arm came up to try to grab him, but he immediately freed his other blade and thrust it into the Zed's collarbone and pushed the corpse onto the ground. Gritting his teeth, he pinned the Zed down with his body weight, slashed at the tendons of the Zed's upper arms to disable them as much as possible, then twisted both blades, freed them, and stabbed one each into the Zed's eyes, punching them through the stone-like bone behind them and upward into the brains. He twisted both knives for good measure, dicing up what was left of the Zed's brain, then pulled them out and turned slowly, deliberately to face his teammates.
It was only when he met his comrades' gazes that he felt the oozing, Zed blood running down his face, hands, and arms; it must've spattered him when he'd scored those hits and he simply hadn't noticed or felt them. That didn't really surprise him. He didn't really feel much of anything nowadays; especially not when he was fighting a Zed.
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Sorry for the sappiness but I had to make something happen here!