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#241
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And Role Playing Dictator Fraust brought the RP down........
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Name:Roach
Age: 24 hours Height:1.5 inches Weight:0.5 ounces Hair Colour/Style:bald Eye Colour:black Ethnicity: House variety Occupation/Organization: Cleaner Weapons: Bony iron-clad back plate Clothing:none Starting Location:below the mushroom cloud Roach senses a loud explosion..the ground beneath his feet trembles. A bright light sears into his vision. Pulling his head down into his protective boney plate, Roach waits for the tremors to cease. Hours later, Roach and his minion climb back to ground level through the rubble and debris. They twitch their antennae and slowly make their way to the feast of dead bodies awaiting them...
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#243
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Well, this RP has ended pretty much so it's no point in trying to make it continue since everyone has quit. Also I'm pretty sure a nuke would just disintagrate the bodies.
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#244
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Yeah. 70mt would probably level the entire city. And if biological mass was still there, it would be extra extra EXTRA crispy... But if he wants to post, by all means. This could be interesting...
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#245
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My humor is lost on you two!!!
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Name:Gavin K Alexander
Nickname/Alias:Ajax Age:18 Height:6:5 Weight:210 Hair Colour/Style:brown/buzz Eye Colour:blue Ethnicity:christian Occupation swat Weapons:30ot6 dessert eagle Equipment:1970 dodge cuda 440 hemi marine k-bar brown leather jacket a set of clothes and 4000 shots for his 30ot6 and 5000 for the dessert eagle (has been buying bullets since he was a kid) Clothing:work suit Starting Location:oregon
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A man who won't die for something is not fit to live. martin Luther king j.r A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer. Bruce lee Last edited by bruceleekickedchucksass; 11-03-2009 at 06:44 PM. |
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gavin starts his car and takes off down the lonely street a man is in the way he instantly gota cold chill up his spine and remembered his zombie books and whispered its time and accerated and dodge thn switched gears pounding the clutch over and over again he slowed down got to richards house (his brother/marine). got out, threw his leather jacket on, and pulled out the dessert eagle and ran inside sliding to a stop he screamed its time he heard a gun **** and richard said i know i had to kill chuck
(his son) lets go i got the boat outside(the cuda) he grabbed his m16 his black leather jacket food bullets and every thing else we could fit in the boat and toke off to the safe point it was silent exept the sound of the 440 pounding under the hood then i said "contact the others tell them to meet us in the safe point near clackamus"
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A man who won't die for something is not fit to live. martin Luther king j.r A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer. Bruce lee Last edited by bruceleekickedchucksass; 11-11-2009 at 09:52 PM. |
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Nickname/Alias:Echo Age: 17 Height: 186 cm Weight: 95 kilos Hair Color/Style:Black with blond tips Eye Color: changes depending on mood... usually ice blue Ethnicity: Australian Occupation/Organization:Hunter Weapons: Springfield M1903A3 (50 rounds) ,FN Forty-Nine with silencer (100 rounds) Equipment: Enough food to feed him self for 3 days, 3 Knives, a bandoleer of sniper ammo, a bandoleer of shotgun shells, sleeping bag and basic camping equipment. Clothing:worn Green khaki shirt, pants and boots and head band (and balaclava) Starting Location:running down street looking for a suitable place to hide. |
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#249
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gavin goes 140 into his hometown and skids to a stop in the dirt road of a farm he grew up on he pulls the car into the garage and closes the garage walks in the house and readys himself for the others or zombie "have u called them yet" gavin asks dropping the clip in his dessert eagle cleaning it
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Stephen jogged down the street,his trusty rifle at the ready. Spotting a dead police officer lying half in, half out of his squad car he walked over and gently moved the body so he could get to the lever to pop the boot. *clunk* the boot opened as he pulled the lever, walking around to the boot he prayed he would find something, "all right!" He muttered as he pulled out a Kevlar vest, lever action shotgun, two boxes of shotgun shells, a Glock 17, 4 boxes of bullets, two leg holsters, a riot helmet, ,radio battery's, first aid kit, folded up trench shovel, a half empty dented tin of boot polish, a carton of cigarettes, a pair of riot gloves and two trench knives. "Not exactly regulation gear officer" Steve muttered sarcastically as he pulled on the clothing from the boot and filled his pack with the loot, stripping down the shotgun he strapped it to the side of his pack he walked over to the officer and rolled him over. "Jeez!" he muttered as he saw the extent of the former officers injuries, the shotgun wounds still congealing. Sliding the radio from the officers belt he clipped it into the shoulder slot on the Kevlar vest and switched it on, reaching for the pistol and magazines Steve pulls them from the holster and walks away sliding them into his own holsters. *click* *click* *click* his cigarette lighter finally lit and he puffed at the cigarette as he walked down the street with his rifle once again at the ready, muttering to himself "where is the damn bank?, should be some solid doors there"
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#251
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james and his sister mary walk in the door and search the house james and mary are black ops in the same squad each are highly trained almost as extensive as richard and gavin they walk in the living room "we r here " gavin come out hugs mary and shakes james' hand "good god u to look exactly alike" they all laugh and walk into the safe room to wait for the others ( if u guys want to come to the safe house in my rp ur more than welcome to but no looting)
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