Kakashi Hatake

Left 4 Dead: No hope 18+ [Explicit Language and situations]

Accepted RoyZooka

Left 4 Dead: No hope 18+ [Explicit Language and situations]

Opening Story

Kansas City
Evacuation Center Codename: 'Hope'
July 24th 2014
5 miles outside of Quarantine Zone
3:30 p.m.

“I need that damn evacuation chopper here and I need it here ten minutes ago! The damn zeds are pouring on us like rain, were barely holding them off now! The quarantine zone is right outside this gate!”

“The area is too hot Sir, General Alston has ordered us to stay grounded. Please Advise, your on your own. Out.”

Grant slammed his hand into the radio angrily as sparks sizzled out around the indent mark he had made with his hand. He let out a rather loud aggravated scream as he swiped his arm across the table knocking the radio device to the ground. This wasn't possible that they were leaving them here to die, at the behest of thousands of zeds and countless people who had flocked here for evacuation. It was a god damn buffet out there now, and no one was coming to help them. Grant shook his head hard as his neck cracked loudly, he needed to do something and the time had to be now, or none of them were going to survive. The perimeter had perhaps hours if not less before it was over run, their only saving grace was that the ass end of the camp was blocked off by fallen debris that was impassable, so they were only facing zeds on one side, but it was also their downfall because the only way out was now swarming with untold numbers of zeds. There were at least over a thousand survivors out there, there was no way he could get them all out of the camp ever if they had a way. He could cut an run... no he would not abandon these people like that, he could and would not flee like a coward!

“Think god damn it think...”

Grant spoke to himself as his head was pounding, just outside he could hear the continued echo of 50. calibers going off on the perimeter wall and the many screams from the survivors who were now in an absolute frenzy out there. Then the idea hit him just like that, there was a sewer entrance in the center of camp, it was the only real way out of here. But the idea was a risk on its own given there was no telling what lay in those sewers now. An the fact that the people out their were already on edge and panicking, the situation was impossible an he damn well knew it. Just then a loud resounding crash came from outside the tent and many screams.

“The perimeter is breached! Retreat! Retreat!”

Granted practically lunged out of the tent as he grabbed the M60 from the table, upon running outside the survivors were no in a full panic as they were screaming and running in the opposite direction. Grant took foot as he made his way through the crowd, if it wasn't for his bulk they would have ran him over.

“Captain Sit Rep!”

Grant ran up to the middle aged male who was barking orders out at the crowd of people, He quickly ran to Grant as he yelled over the panicked screams.

“The fence is down Sir! Two god damn tanks came out of nowhere an charged, fuckers took the weak part of the fence down in seconds, we managed to subdue them but we have zeds pissing through the gates and we lost five men when the fence was crippled. In just a couple words Colonel were fucked!”

“God damn it just one fucking break!”

“Were all gonna get a permanent break soon Colonel, we don't have the man power or the ammo to keep up this fight! We have to get the hell out of here while we still have a chance too!”

“No! We can't just leave these civilians to die Captain! We need to come up with a plan!”

“Colonel Grant with all due respect... their as good as dead! We can't protect them anymore, at this point we are civilians ourselves! Where are the damn choppers?!”

“They abandoned us Captain were on our own...”

Grant gave a sour look as he spoke the words and also because the Captain was right, the camp could not be retaken or even protected anymore. Grant didn't want to cut and run like this, but that choice was now the only choice. Grant closed his eyes for a second as he was going to forever regret his next action, but it was over and there was nothing they could do now.

“Gather whatever ammo you can Captain, tell any surviving personnel to meet at the sewer entrance in the center of Camp! Were getting the hell out of here!”

Camp Hope... looking back on it now its almost an irony to me. Seeming it was the last standing evacuation camp to fall... and with it whatever hope still remained in this world. That was almost a year ago now, those of us who were able to escape that massacre remember it as B-Day or Bloody Day, lame as hell but the amount of blood that covered the ground earned that name. Next to no one survived that day except a handful of soldiers whom escaped through the zed infested sewers beneath the city. After that day we were soldiers no more, but we were just another band of humans trying to survive. Within a year we went from sixteen to four losing a man almost every month, almost perfectly if you had a warped mind to see it that way. Then in another six months it was just me. The last known survivor of Camp Hope, the loner, the chosen one, hell I will take any name really in the end. What difference does it make anymore anyways? The only thing I hear anymore is some fat fuck boomer farting in the distance. Why the hell am I even bothering to record this? You want the truth? You want the definitive truth? Were all fucked.... were fucked up the ass with a dick that has broken off deep inside and its festering and becoming diseased and infected, and no amount of surgery can remove it. I am tired of this shit, and I am tired of these damn zeds, I wish they would just finally kill me and get it over with because there is no point in living in this world anymore. I wish I could just let myself die, but I can't...I can't do it because of a promise, a promise that binds me to life, a promise I wish I would have never made. So I fight.... I fight for as long as I can hoping that my finger slips or I run out of ammo in a dark alley somewhere surrounded by zeds with no way out. But God won;t let it happen, why would he? He shit on us all time and time again, tortured us and left us to die in this festering world, so why would he grant my one prayer to just die? Fuck it I don't care anymore anyways, there is no one left anyways, tonight I am going to get as drunk as possible and hopefully I will black out and get found by some tank who will crush me to death. *audible sigh* I can only hope that this will be the end of my life, I am tired, a tired old man with nothing left. I know he is not listening but... God help me.... *click*

Welcome to my newest role play left 4 dead: No hope! First and foremost it is important to note that this role play will have only up to four characters like the game itself, it will be first come first serve and I will not accept reserves for later, only in the spirit of keeping it fair all around. I am not in the habit of boring people with facts that can easily be learned so lets get this underway with some things you should know right off the bat. This role play will be starting in and around Brooksville Mississippi a small town with about a population of 1000. We will not be starting together, we will be meeting in the role play itself however we see fit to meet. Now while this role play will have a lot of zombie carnage this will not be the main goal of this role play, in fact killing zombies is but a small portion, my hopes for this role play is in character development and the story itself. So if your just here to smash zombies this may not be for you. An most important if this is not apparent or you did not read my intro the special zeds exist in this role play, for those of you who have never played the game you can read up on them here.

Rules
I am not going to go through and post like twenty rules, that is not the way I like to role play however I am going to set some standard guidelines here just in case to keep it smooth. First and foremost I want all guild rules followed there is no exceptions to this, I want to keep this as clean as possible for some of our younger role players who may read our story. So if sex comes into the role play anywhere I want it faded to black or taken to PM. Two there will be swearing because lets face it were living in a shit world its inevitable, however I do not want every other word swearing it won't be tolerated so use common sense with your posts and never will the two paths cross. Three I will not tolerate god modding or characters that are a love letter to yourself or characters that are unhurt able. None of us are going to control each others characters without prior permissions and none of us are god like in this role play. Four this role play will have blood and it will have gore, however I want you to once again have common sense when you describe what is happening, you know what I am talking about when I say taking it too far, and if you don't then this may not be for you. An lastly I do not want heated arguments in the OOC I encourage discussion but when it turns into personal attacks and so forth it won't be tolerated, respect your fellow role players or otherwise I will step in.

Biography
Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:[No anime. Picture plus general description]
Personality: [I just want a general personality like how you usually act. description can be saved for the role play]
Weapons: [I am going to be lax on the weapons we have, however I am not going to be accepting explosive weapons for the time being at least not to start out with. We will have a total of three weapons main,secondary, and auxiliary. Keep in mind the bigger the gun the less ammo you will have for it. So if you want an M60 you won't have 1000 bullets for it.]
Ammo count: [just an ammo count for your guns]
History:[just a little bit about yourself where you come from or what you did before the apocalypse]
Other:[anything not covered above]

[Note: Please put all biographies in the character tab]

Wish Granted (Game)

Granted. You now can do nothing but write. You will eventually die of starvation as you cannot stop writing to eat food. I hope you write a letter to your family explaining your situation.

I wish the world was a tetrahedron.

@Zadubadabu

Granted but unfortunately because of the shape change the balance of gravity is thrown off completely which in turn drives our new shaped world to smash into the sun.

I wish I had a pop machine.

Island in a Sea of Death

Rylan was silent as he stood in a corner of the room away from most of the people in the room, his arms were crossed as he leaned against a wall watching the proceedings take place. Everyone in the room looked like hell himself included, the night before had been nothing but a hellish bloodbath as they fought the countless dead trying to take this place. Rylan himself was not all that out of his league in most cases, after all, working on high profile murders were not as glamorous as some would have you think. In fact it was terrible work in a lot of ways most being in the fact that humans found some pretty sick ways to kill their victims. So blood guts and shit were nothing new to the Profiler, but he couldn't deny that he was anymore prepared for what had taken place in these last two weeks then anyone else was. He was just barely understanding how any of this was possible, how one moment hundreds of thousands of people are going about their lives, going to work, to school, to the bar, just living normal lives and then they start dropping dead in the very spots they had been walking in. Cars crashing everywhere the drivers deceased, this all was like some real life horror movie. Zombies were not real, in Rylan's mind they never would be, but those people who came back to life... they were not human either that he could admit.

Rylan listened idly to the idea's that were being passed around by various people whom he had only meant hours ago, the idea's were sound definitively but he wasn't so sure priority was coming into the question. Stepping forward he uncrossed his arms and walked up to a small spot at the table and spoke.

"These are all good idea's, one which in time we should enact, but in terms of priority, I believe the first order of business is to completely secure these grounds. We do not know that every nook and cranny in this college is secured, there could have been places here that one could slip into. I believe it would be prudent that a team is formed to secure those rifles and do a full sweep of the grounds to ensure that one of those things out there is not unwittingly hiding and jumps on us when we have our guard down. As much as Id like to believe we eliminated all threats here, I for one don't like to take chances. Once we have ensured there are no stragglers then we can look towards other idea's. Does anyone agree on this?"

Rylan became silent as he looked around the various faces he did not recognize around the table.

Island in a Sea of Death

Name:
Rylan F. Collins

Rylan Collins

General Attributes:

• Eye Color: Dark green
• Hair color: Brown
• Height: 6'0"
• Weight: 190 plbs
• Scars: None
• Tattoo's: None

Age:
37

Gender:
Male

Occupation:
Criminal Profiler for Quantico

Hobbies:

• Reading
• Practicing Tai Chi
• playing chess
• Swimming
• Hiking
• Jogging
• Doing jigsaw puzzles
• Writing

Values:
Rylan has many values in which he lives by his top values being:

• Honesty
• Loyalty
• Repect

Rylan is what he considers and old school type of person, coming from a time when ones integrity had no need to be questioned. He believes in a live and let live policy where as long as they are not hurting others then its acceptable. He holds no grudges towards and particular way of life and is quite understanding. He does not care for those who would only seek to hurt others, or those who lives their life by disrespecting others. Being old school he believes everyone has a right to be who they are and thats is that.

Goal: Is he has but one goal it is to make sure that the people in Nathanson have the chance to live a life without fear of death every single day. To take a world that has gone to shit and turn it around so that everyone has a chance to start new.

Associated NPCs: No known associations with anyone in the settlement.

History: Rylan was born in Virginia as an only child. His life growing up was good, his parents were loving and overall supporting. His mom was a successful lawyer and his dad was an Veteran who owned a small Electricians company. Rylan from an early age was very precocious and from an early age learned a lot of things that most didn't learn until later years. Rylan was very successful in school he was like a sponge when it came to knowledge, he soaked it up. While he had many aspirations in life, Rylan was fascinated however with the workings of the mind, specifically criminals. For all of his life as a kid he was always watching T.V. shows such as C.S.I, Forensic investigators, pretty much anything that involves criminals. So it was no surprise to his parents when he went into training to become a Criminal Profiler.

Only after four years in college Rylan started to make a name for himself, coming up with theories about the criminal mind, things that no one had ever thought of before. By time he was in his mid twenties he had written two books on the criminal mind. He was considered the brightest minds of his time. Because of his aptitude for criminal profiling he was offered a job at Quantico where he accepted it almost immediately. For years Rylan was associated with many high profile cases, and he thrived off of it, and with his ability to take in information and make connections that very few did he became a great Agent at Quantico. When the Cataclysm first started Rylan was on a case when all hell broke loose and people started dieing around him. Thrown into a mass confusion Rylan did his best to try an help the situation in any way he could. But in the end when the dead rose back to life, any way he could have helped was taken out of his hands.

He tried to help those who were in the city but he realized the city was falling all around his head, so begrudgingly he hopped his car and hightailed it away from the city. Not soon after Rylan got in a collision with an overturned car and was forced onto foot. After walking for a time he came across Nathanson where he had been up until now.

Enigma [Sci-Fi/Fantasy] [ Still Accepting ]

Im here just been waiting to post.

Any serious roleplayers for a Jurassic Park inspired roleplay?

I am looking for three to four dedicated roleplayers to get a Jurassic Park roleplay up and running. Having tried to idea many times it never seems to make it far so I want to give it another shot. If anyone is interested I will post up my idea for the story and we can take it from there just post below.

Enigma [Sci-Fi/Fantasy] [ Still Accepting ]

"Bring them both Dagon, Srix get them in here." Zalek was subtle as he entered into his private wing, his two bodyguards were in tow the rebels from Chaos fully awake now and they were none too happy screaming and making a huge fuss. Zalek had decided that the interrogation wing was a waste of time, no he captured these two fools and he would be the one to interrogate them, after all he was the one overseer of interrogation anyways. It was one of his soul purposes to get information, a job he was extremely good at given his time as Master of Discipline back on his home planet. As The door closed behind them the men continued to scream profanity at all of them as their attempts to struggle were meant with strong painful grips from Dagon and Srix. "Drop them both, let them go." Zalek was silent as he crossed his arms and watched the two Chaos rebels drop to the ground, they both quickly gained their feet as they backed away from them, just like most cornered animals did. Zalek silently removed his hood as he gave it to Dagon who took it and stood nearby silently with Srix. Zalek moved forward as he approached the two rebels who had no place to go now. "Get back!!" One of the men yelled loudly as they quickly grabbed a near by vase dumping the contents on the floor and brandishing it in their hands as a weapon. Zalek shook his head at the man as he did not appreciate the mess he had just made, even these fools must realize that they were not going to escape. "Srix grab him will you." Srix nodded as he move forward to collect the man however the man screamed at Zalek making him put his hand up stopping Srix. "Yeah that's right have your flunkies subdue us, you Elders are weak can't even do your own dirty work. You gotta get others to get their hands dirty because you think your so much better then us! Your just wannabe figure heads that's why your gonna fall to Chaos!" Zalek was silent as he looked at the man with emotionless eye's, moving his fingers he motioned for Srix to fall back as he lowered his hand and reached down, unzipping his black jacket he silently removed it from his body revealing the emaciated looking ribs beneath, the old body he had assumed when he captured them. Giving the jacket to Dagon he walked forward as he stood in front of the two rebels. Slowing putting his arms out his body began to bubble almost as if was coming to a full boil, his body began to almost instantly change, the hair on his head slowly receded back in as his facial features changed at the same time, closing his eye's his arms and chest started to bulge out with muscle as the emaciated old man slowly transformed into a muscular male who looked about fifty. As the features finished taking place his head sprouted super short dark hair as his chin grew dark hair. His entire body changed before the two rebels who stood in horror and shock, Zalek slowly opened his eye's as they were a deep shade of red, his eye's were now fierce and bone chilling as he glared at the two rebels the old weak looking man now replaced by his true appearance. "What the hell! He just changed his appearance!" Zalek lowered his arms as the rebels began to freak out from his transformation, however he had heard enough of their words, at a neck break speed his crossed the room in seconds as he grabbed the man with the vase and gripped him by the throat and picked him up then slammed him into the ground with a loud thud. "Holy shit!" The other man screamed in pure fear he tried to turned and hightail it in the opposite direction but Zalek crossed the distance to him in mere seconds as he grabbed him by the back of the neck with a bowl sized hand. Squeezing the man let out a yelp as Zalek picked him up off his feet. Turning his tossed the man like a rag doll watching him smack the ground next to his friend. Zalek lowered his hands as he slowly made his way across the room to Dagon, taking his black jacket he slowly put it back on an zipped it back up as he then turned his attention back to the Rebels. Walking to them he slowly knelt down as they were both in obvious pain. "You know I get real tired of you Chaos lackeys and your words of heroics. You fight this battle against us Elders and you give yourself false hope that one day you will win. You merely show your lack of insight, your lack of intelligence. What will you do now that your powerless? What will you do now in the face of adversity? You will give up because your fake reality is crashing down. I have watched many men like you crumble, they cried and begged for their pathetic lives!" Zalek reached down and picked up both men one in each hand and slammed them into the wall behind them at the same time as they both opened their mouths in pain letting out a weak scream. "You don't care who you have to kill to get what you want... your so busy trying to gain a foothold some sort of elevation above the Elders that your forsake everything else. Would it shock you to know that the men and woman who were with me today escorting me in the slums were slaves dressed in disguise? That the lives you took were the lives of the same men and woman your pathetic rebellion is fighting to free and to protect! Of course you wouldn't because all you truly care about is trying to find some kind of freedom in a world that no longer belongs to you! You humans had your chance, and what did you do? You forsaken yourselves and nearly destroyed the entire world with your stupidity. You fight for a freedom you don't deserve, you get angry because we control you like children yet when you had freedom... you killed each other, raped each other, destroyed each other on nothing more then difference in belief." Zalek brought his face close to the two rebels as he tightened his grip on their necks forcing them to open their eye's and look into his own chilling glare. "I watched this world crumble for years, staying in the shadows, watching you destroy your own brothers and sisters. You humans are nothing more then animals who will turn on each other the moment when it suits your purpose. Thats why the Gods decided to enslave you and give us the power to rule over you. Thats why you will never win... thats why you will always be slaves... because you don't deserve anything more!" Zalek turned and threw both of them men to the floor as they slid little ways, both of them started to slowly cry from fear or pain Zalek did not care. "Take them to my private chamber, I will be along shortly to interrogate them." Both Srix and Dagon put their fist to their chest and nodded as they quickly collected the two men and disappeared into the next room. "Hael come here please." Zalek called for his servant as he silently waited for her to arrive.

Wish Granted (Game)

Granted but unfortuantly you were never specific as to what kind of star ship you wanted Your starship <-- Nuff said I wish for a bottle of everclear

Wish Granted (Game)

Grant but unfortunately after awhile you found yourself wishing you had something better to do again I wish life really was like a box of chocolates