EnergyWhale

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@EnergyWhale Oh.....^-^ I'm still....interested its just I was wondering if I could be the co-captain of the ship or a friend of the captain. Also could I have a sword as a weapon?

@Slendy

I don't see why not. I'm sure an ornamental sword could be found in a vice-captain's quarters.

Dead Cruise

Since the crazy people can still function like normal people, do you think they'll be able to use the crew radio? My character just left the radio under the desk she was hiding under, perhaps the crazy are able to use it? o.o

@Nuttynad

That's a possibility, some of them are bound to wisen up and start acting all nicey-nicey. Though they may just remain total nut jobs, and poop onto the radio so everyone has to listen to it. I'll leave that for you guys to decide.

Dead Cruise

Harry Reynolds = accepted.

Dead Cruise

Jimmy baulked at Diana, "sanity went out the window about half an hour ago, woman. This is kill or be killed. For crying out loud, I just crushed a man's skull with a microwave. All that remains to be seen is what side of insanity we're on." He lowered his spear a little, but only slightly. "Me and this accented lady are on the side that don't randomly attack people. The guy buried underneath my microwave was on the side that do. Which side are you guys on?"

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

Chapter One: The Teeth in the Darkness

He remembered little of that night, some years ago. Just flashing, blurring images that played themselves over and over in his primitive, little brain. A warrior of steel and darkness, ambushing him as he dozed through another winter's night in the frozen north of Skyrim. It was a brief, but fierce battle. He could not remember clearly, how he had howled as the blade cut his flesh, and he could not remember with certainty the taste of his adversary's life blood on his fangs. The only thing he knew with certainty, was that he became afraid, and he fled. He abandoned his home, running like no creature ever should, from a warrior of steel and darkness. And that memory was a pain that his simplistic mental mechanisms could not understand. Though, a more advanced creature, such as Man, would describe it simply as hurt pride. As it happened, hurt pride was a big issue for such a beast as Skharn. As the bear reached the the summit of the icy peak, he paused briefly to take a much needed respite. The snow was pouring down in droves, and even his thick mane was a meagre defence against the bone cutting chill. But the cold did not trouble this bear, for primitive thoughts of revenge were means enough to keep him warm. Skharn was a name given to the bear by the Forsworn, a peoples he had stalked for many days and nights as he continued his search for the warrior of steel and darkness. In their native tongue, it simply meant "Anger" - their only true means of summing up the monster that took more of their number with each passing day. It meant little to the bear, but enough to know the word was a warning of danger. The name Skharn had spread, as tall tails of a seven headed dragon covered in fur made its way to all four corners of Skyrim. Indeed, famed hunters had pursued the beast, but with little luck. Despite no sightings, the stories never went away, and indeed, countless dozens of deaths on the country's remote roads and city outskirts were often attributed to Skharn. So when the bear heard he name "Skharn", it knew someone had seen him. Knew someone was afraid. Knew someone was about to try and kill him. The dim lights of Winterhold's ruined form were of little concern to Skharn. He hadn't travelled to the frozen north, covering three hundred miles in three days, to look upon another human settlement. Nor had he come to take note of the giant man made mountain behind it. No, he was following someone. An Altmer - the Elderborn - had happened by the bear's temporary dwelling a week previous. Though Skharn lacked the mental capacity to reason well, he understood immediately that the Elf was someone of power. Someone, who if not attacked in the correct manner, could very well kill the bear. So as Skharn, not wanting to bite off more than he could chew, went to resume his slumber, he noticed something else. He didn't know what it was, but it agitated him, spreading unrest into his mind and limbs. A man may have romantically referred to this as the hands of fate, pulling Skharn to his destiny. Whatever it was, Skharn felt the urge to follow the Elf. And follow he did. For days and nights, the bear shadowed the Elf, always keeping out of sight and using his nose to follow his quarry's trail. As the ground turned to ice, the further North they went, the scent became harder to follow, and for a time, Skharn lost his target. It was only the very brief memory of a settlement nearby, and a bear's natural talent for remembering pre-travelled routes, that he was able to find Winterhold. And now Skharn would wait, watching from the blizzard for an Elf whose importance to him made little sense. @Vortex

Dead Cruise

Jimmy grunted in approval at Diana, "you're right, but if we launch ourselves our own personal rescue mission, we're going to get dead pretty quick. We don't know how many of these maniacs there are, and we don't know if they're smart enough to hide their intentions. We'll save who we can on our way to th-" Jimmy spun on the spot after hearing an odd bang behind him, slicing his spear through the air and expecting it to catch flesh. It didn't. Instead, his eyes fell upon another pretty and scared face. By the look of her garb, she was one of the several cocktail waitresses serving on the Hipppo's Destiny... though he didn't recognise her. "Speak sense, or I'll run you through lass," Jimmy said, spacing his feet apart in preparation to strike. Though before the new comer could respond, the door on the other side of the sushi kitchen swung open. Jimmy turned to face the new threat, holding his spear up. Internally, his mind screamed as it entered a heightened state of the 'fight or flight' mentality. The newest offender to have spiked Jimmy's adrenaline levels, was a giant of a man, built like an ogre but with the face of a prince. "You too, good lookin'," Jimmy spat. "Make sense or you get this in your throat!" @Fillet @Jack @McHaggis

Dead Cruise

am i accepted?

@User

Yup! Time for me to catch up on everyone's happenings. Sorry for my early retirement yesterday, had a bit of a sore throat and felt a bit crap, went to lay down for a spell, woke up at 2 in the morning. Anyways, let's do this thing!

Dead Cruise

You forgot about Hot Tindy. :/

@Fillet

S**T. Hold on Fillet, HOLD ON, I can fix this. I can make this right. *Charges off, going out of his way to push over a market stall*

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

"Every bear has his day."

Skharn: The Awakening

Coming to an RP near you, this February. "OMG LOL THIS IS AWESOME" - The Daily Times "WHUT"- The Sunday Express "I lost my shoe, and now I can't find it." - PCGAMER

Dead Cruise

For any new comers, story so far: Jimmy fought for his life in the Sushi Bar, killing three of the infected. A fourth came for him, and he tried to hide but he was discovered. Luckily for him, Diana intervened and together they killed their attacker. Stevie develops a stealing addiction, kills the infected captain, takes the captain’s stuff and hatches a plan to sell the ship to the ghost of Saddam Hussein. Devon agrees to help Stevie get out of the room he’s trapped in, which is guarded by three crazies. Nick chats a girl up. His pick up line is poorly received, instantly transforming the girl into an infected. Nick beats the girl for a range of reasons, survival being the least of them, and the condition of his shoes being the foremost. Then he grabs a headset and tries to talk to someone. Sierra was making her rounds, when she stumbled into a crazy. She ran into 7B where she is holed up tight. She tried to make contact with Jimmy, but Jimmy got distracted. Nadia is hiding under a lobby table, desperately trying to reach someone. Then she reached someone, but in doing so gave away her hiding spot to a crazy, who is currently debating on whether or not to eat her eyes, or just out right kill her. Tindy almost got ganked by her manager, Paul, who was probably an arse before he became crazy. He had her cornered, but luckily the lift arrived, was empty, and she hopped on. Destination: Second Floor