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[quote name='BrokenHeart15' timestamp='1304241652' post='5181284']
Ice, I trust you didn't lump me in with the rest of the fight addicted monkey childs.
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[color="#708090"]D --> Trust me you're probably e%cluded from it.[/color]

[quote name='Jake the Sage' timestamp='1304266076' post='5181780']
Gee thanks Broken . . . I just like to practice. You really can't practice anything else here without an actual storyline- which then it would make this a roleplay where it'd have to be moved
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[color="#708090"]D --> Maybe we could use this place to practice actual roleplaying, with practice storylines.

D --> Or, use it to share storyline ideas as well as seeing how people would act in them.

D --> No matter how much STRONGness you might want to display, fighting gets old.[/color]
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[quote name='BrokenHeart15' timestamp='1304241652' post='5181284']
Ice, I trust you didn't lump me in with the rest of the fight addicted monkey childs.
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Nah, we didn't lump you in.

You're one of more intellectual RPers on YCM.
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[quote name='BrokenHeart15' timestamp='1304267059' post='5181831']
Seriously, stop using HS quirks; it got old after Nexev spammed them.
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[color="#708090"]Alright, was getting tired of them anyways to be quite honest.[/color]
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[quote name='Fluttershy' timestamp='1304266928' post='5181825']
[color="#708090"]D --> Maybe we could use this place to practice actual roleplaying, with practice storylines.

D --> Or, use it to share storyline ideas as well as seeing how people would act in them.

D --> No matter how much STRONGness you might want to display, fighting gets old.[/color]
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Agreed if anybody wants to actually do that
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True but we could still make up situtations and have everyone work with that Broken.
I'll make the first one in fact off the top of my head: Everyone is trapped in a dessert after their airplane crashed, killing most of the passangers. You have to figure out how to escape and/or survive.
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Twig the was one of the luckiest people on Earth. On the flip side, the plane he was on crashed, but fortunately, he had survived. Not only that, they crashed into the dessert. Now they won't have to worry about food. They have all the food they need and more. The dessert could feed the whole world. Twig had no idea why he didn't think of moving to the dessert before. Oh yeah. It's because there was on internet down here. Oh well...They could just keep walking forever until they find something or hope that someone will find them. In the meantime, they'll be eating all of the dessert. [i]I just hope they find us soon...I need by internet. Also, eating dessert all the time isn't so healthy.[/i]


Joking aside...


He woke up with the glaring sun bringing down a beam of burning light towards his body. He had no memory of how he got there, but turning his head to the crashed plane, he guessed that he was on a plane crash. The first thing he thought of doing was to just get up. It took him a while since his whole body ached, and one of his ankles might be broken. Then he looked around, seeing debris on fire and dead bodies. He didn't if anybody else was still alive, but he hoped he wasn't the only one.

All he knows is that he was in a plane that crashed into a desert. He can't recall anything, even his name. What if he was with his family? What if they died in the plane crash? He didn't really worry since he was more worried with his life.




Edit: I like how when the fighting stops, activity decreases tenfold.
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Ladies and Gentlemen!!!

With the okay of the Mods, namely Opalmoon, MarbleZone and Flame Dragon, I have been allowed to revive this club for the purpose of practicing roleplaying without having to join an actual RP/G!!

However, unlike before were we randomyl fought, we are going to have a "plot" which can be adapted to just about any situation so we can have something to go on.

That "plot"?

ZOMBIE APOCOLYPSE!!!
yes zombies

You will be a human or whatever you will stuck in a world overran by zombies . . .
fight
find food
survive

and on occassion . . . DIE!!!



An "Application" will be posted on the first page ASAP
Also, if anybody does not wish to participate in the zombie world, I am open to suggestions for a "plot change"
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Biological Information

Name: (Captain) Sebastian Valentine
Nickname: Captain/Sebby/ [s]Mr. Smith[/s]
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9
Weight: 127 lbs
Blood Type: AB
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown

Statistics
Strength: 3.5
Speed: 5
Endurance: 2
Agility: 5
Intellect: 5
Information Gathering: 1
Marksmanship: 4
Other: Ship handling: 5

Weapons:
Cutlass
Katana
Black Desert Eagle with the Jolly Roger on the butt and slide
Items/Misc.
None
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OOC: ;_; Changed. Lemme know when I'm excepted alright

Before we go through with this though, I wanted to know. I was going to change it to a former crab boat turned semi incognito warship. However you said realistic. So I wanted to known whether you meant realism as in modern times (no space ship) or realism as in a 21 year old who just say a zombie out of his dorm window?

Although I think I answered my question
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Biological Information

Name: James Patterson
Nickname: Jimmy, Pat
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 216 lbs
Blood Type: A+
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown

Statistics
Strength: 3/5
Speed: 4/5
Endurance: 3/5
Agility: 3/5
Intellect: 4/5
Information Gathering: 5/5 (Former Army Commander)
Marksmanship: 5/5 (Is knowledgeable with most guns and knows the best place to shoot someone)
Other: N/A

[spoiler=Weapons]
2 MK-45 Machine Guns
Shotgun
Sniper Rifle
Two .45 Pistols
Hand Grenades[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Items/Misc.]
Ammunition belts
Upgraded Hummer
Backpack
GPS
Flashlight[/spoiler]
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I should've said this sooner, but . . . oh well
In following with zombie apocolypse plot . . . unless you are a military person or have equal reason to own a weapon of such high calibur before the outbreak, you cannot just "have" it during the beginning.

Also, ammunition will not be infinite. So count your shells and ensure you have as much as you can, successfully, carry.

Furthermore from now on each APP will be PMed to me so save space [i]here[/i]. Okay?
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[quote name='Jake the Sage' timestamp='1307676683' post='5270983']
I should've said this sooner, but . . . oh well
In following with zombie apocolypse plot . . . unless you are a military person or have equal reason to own a weapon of such high calibur before the outbreak, you cannot just "have" it during the beginning.

[b]Good thing I thought ahead.[/b]

Also, ammunition will not be infinite. So count your shells and ensure you have as much as you can, successfully, carry.

[b]Ammunition belts and backpack say hi. I thought ahead, but I'm going to need to research the ammunition capacity of the guns.[/b]

Furthermore from now on each APP will be PMed to me so save space [i]here[/i]. Okay?
[b]Sure pal.[/b]
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So lets . . . begin!

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[i]"It has been less than a day since the 'end of the world' and already . . . things are more f*cked up than I ever imagined it,"[/i] the lone figure thought as he slowly crept through the empty building, ensuring that it was safe from any of [i]them[/i], and then waved his hand to motion the others behind him that the coast was clear. Walking into the room a vagabond group numbering less than five walked into the room and discarded their possessions on a table. One of them, a tough looking male, walked over to the shut window and peered down at the bloodied streets filled with corpses and the walking dead before letting out an exasperated sigh, "Those d*mn f*ckers never seem to end do they?"

"Jesse! Watch your language, there is a little kid around," another of the group said as she rested her body by leaning against the wall, massaging her feet after having walked for longer than she has in who knows how long. Looking back up at the her younger brother's friend, her gaze shifts to the teenaged girl who was chewing on a Slim Jim to make her stomach stop growling and barely made out her mumbling 'I'm not a little kid anymore Aunt Jackie . . .'

"So what now?"

"I have a few guesses Jesse, but right now our first priority is finding a safe place to sleep," Jake answered his friend who was still gazing out the window as the sun slowly continued setting, "But once morning comes we need to head back to the Hotel and see if Andrew and Katie are alright."

"All the way back in C&O? But how are we going to get there with [i]them[/i] popping up everywhere . . . we don't even have any weapons," Lora said with a yawn and stretched, rubbing her eyes and attempted to stay awake after such an 'eventful' day. Smiling her father walked over to her and patted her head, rubbing his hands through the long strands of strawberry red hair, "Then we just make do with what we have and can find along the way . . . I'm pretty sure we can find a few things to say the least."

"Alright then," Jackie said sitting down in a chair and leaning it back, placing her feet on the table, "Well good-night everyone and don't let [i]them[/i] bite . . ."

"Yeah . . ."

"Night Aunt Jackie . . ."

[i]"Lets all hope this doesn't end up being our last night,"[/i] Jake thought sitting on the opposite side of the door, hand clenching the long butchers knife he had managed to somehow come into possesion of at some point, and kept watch for any of [i]them[/i] to come stumbling in on the sleeping pair.

[b]Time:[/b] Z-Day +1 6 am
[b]OBJECTIVE:[/b] YOU'RE TRAPPED WITHOUT A WEAPON, LOCATE ONE AND ARM YOURSELF!
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"This place looks like it has been over ran by insects," whispered a tall man as he entered a deserted Treehouse. Glass was all over the place and it was covered with blood. The man walked into the barren wasteland that used to be the bar. "Why did I have to leave for the military?"

The man's name was James Patterson, but some knew him as Striker. The Treehouse used to be his until the Zombie takeover began. He was on a mission in 37 when it started. Just then, he heard a sound. "If it is them, I'm screwed."

There were two nearby pistols that he had in case of an emergency. He broke the glass that was containing them. The lights flickered on and off as the sound of moaning started to happen. "I won't be able to stop them all with two pistols. I just hope that BMW is still here."

Zombies entered The Treehouse in groups. James shot the first group in the head with ease. Then they started coming at a faster rate. "Hell no. I got to get out of here!"

He ran for the garage and saw that his BMW was in decent shape. He got in to find that the keys were there, but they were rusty. He turned the key, and the car started. "Good bye. Enjoy your stay at The Treehouse."

James hit the gas and sped away leaving The Treehouse a faint memory. "Now, where do I go from here?"
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