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“Hello, viewers. Y’know who it is. It’s your boy, DJ Wildfire. My voice spreads for the rest like fire spreads in a fo'rest,” DJ Wildfire played a little sound effect after his tagline.

“I’m here to bring you the latest news, updates, and other shiz niz. But before I begin, I want to address something. Forgive me, but I am gonna get real sentimental right now. I was walking the other day and I realized something outrageous. I never took the time to fully appreciate what I got.” DJ Wildfire stopped talking on the mic and sucked air through his teeth.

“Okay so I was walking the other day and I just became amazed at how far we came as a human race. Like people say we were apes back then. It’s just weird how we have grown as a society. We have advanced technologies that I would never have imagined in my life, man. Even as a kid, I went crazy when I saw the Nintendo 64. Those graphics blew my mind. Now, look at where we are.” DJ Wildfire began snapping his fingers trying to piece together his thoughts.

“We in the year 2056. We got monorails zipping throughout the skyline. We got actual hoverboards that hover in the air. And I ain’t talking about that shit in 2015. That was a self-balanced scooter. Ain’t nothing hovering with that.” DJ WIldfire paused his rant and sighed. “Okay, I’m getting off topic. The point is what I am trying to make is we are in a sci-fi age. Never would I have thought a robot would make me dinner and do my dishes. That is some Jetsons shit.”

DJ Wildfire’s breath could be heard on the mic as he paused for a few seconds. “I guess it’s a huge milestone for us. Flying cars, robot butlers, and self-check out stores, I was really happy.” A sudden record scratch was heard and the background music was cut. “But ya’ll idiots fucked it up.” Another man sitting idly in the booth abruptly laughed. He began coughing in the studio from heavy laughter. “Hold on, ya’ll. That’s my secret guest I brought in with me today. Be right back in five. He's dying- Shh, man. It wasn't that funny.” Smooth jazz continued to play throughout the station.





"Okay, ya'll. We're back, sorry for the mishap. Like I said earlier, I brought a special guest to the mic; however, my boy wants to remain anonymous. So we just gonna randomly name him Steve. You're up, Steve." The microphone picked up the sound of DJ Wildfire snapping his fingers.

"Uh, umm, Mr. Wildfire, sir? My name is actually Steve. I-I told you this earlier."

"Man, shut yo ass up, Steve. Continue your story." DJ Wildfire retorted. The anonymous person was going to speak up again until the MC interrupted him. "And it's DJ Wildfire. You got to say the whole thing."

"Umm, yes, DJ Wildfire." Heavy breathing could be heard on the microphone. Steve was finding his words to speak. "Well, this is the first time I'm doing this. I am kind of nervous. I never told anyone about this. It must have been fifteen years ago. The guest speaker kept pausing for brief seconds.

"I was there during the Week of Hell. As most of you know, that was the moment when everything we loved—everything we cherished died. I witnessed a lot of death and other revolting things. I still see it today sometimes. I am here to admit that I was there when it happened; I was there at the source. I was a lab assistant." DJ Wildfire can be heard rustling in his seat. Hearing the news again caught him off guard.

"Damn, Steve, you're part of the reason for all this reason? You took my hoverboard away?" DJ Wildfire spat.

"What? God, no! I would never-Stop using my first name. I was just an assistant. I wouldn't even go as far to call myself that either. I just fetched the coffee and filed the papers," Steve muttered a few curse words under his breath; he was unaware that the microphone picked up his slurs. "I knew what they were doing. I signed a confidentiality report and everything. I've held the information to all myself all these years. I have been carrying the guilt on my shoulders this whole time."

Steve's voice started to get panicky. His stuttering became worse. "I-I knew about it and I-I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything! Y-you don't know the pain; I-I had to take the job. I-I couldn't just quit. I was short on money..." Steve tapped his fingers on the booth. He was trying to calm his nerves.

"I didn't do anything to cause the end of the world, but I didn't do anything to stop it. Although, I can share some information. I can forever rest everyone's mind and tell you how and why it all began. DJ Wildfire, do you still have that a recording of that broadcast? I believe you did a mockery review on it in one of your sessions."

"You talking about the crazy nutjob? You seriously asking me to play that again?"

"He might not seem the most credible person on the planet, but I believe he had the clearest idea on the reasoning for all of this. It makes the most sense out of everything. I'm not sure how he knows, but there was one thing he was right about to which is why I believe everything out of that tape. He knew of the experiments on criminals who were assigned on death row.

"Alright, guys. Prepare to listen to this tape again. Apparently, there is more truth to it than we thought. This is the end of my broadcast for today. Stay safe and check back. Thanks for coming in, Steve."

"Thanks for having me, Mister DJ Cauliflower."

"I know yo ass did not just call me Cauliflower."
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DJ Wildfire clicked and hit a few switches. He hooked a damaged phone into an audio jack and let it play out. An aggressive male could be heard on the audio.

"I am going to die later. There is no ands ifs or buts. I am definitely going to get fucked sideways. I'm not going to leave my name because you don't fucking need it. This is me speaking the truth. I guess I might as well do some good for this rotting world.

I expected some awesome things in 2056. I really did. The world is so fucked right now! Everything has just gone all tipsy and turvy. This planet died and there's no saving it! All because we humans are self-righteous pieces of shit. I don't know why everyone blames the scientists. It's all of us as a society, we did this!

I know the scientists did this shit. They wanted to play God. I never needed no science in my life. That's for sure! People say they wanted to create a new antidote for cancer and other people say they wanted a new weapon of mass destruction. I say it doesn't fucking matter now. They did a lot of horrible shit. They experimented on criminals who already had an execution date. They tried fooling me, but I'm too smart for them!

What did we get as a result? Fucking zombies. Was it a success or failure? None of us can know if they made their weapons or they screwed up the pooch by trying to cure cancer. I'm just glad it all fell apart when they realized their mistake. Now we got people eating people, rotting flesh down the streets. It's a party! I wish they stuck to something recreational like making a jetpack. I always wanted one. But nope, I got a fucking robot butler.

Now some of you might say that the machines were a government conspiracy or it was also the scientist's fault. I know for a fact you weren't complaining when your robot servant was massaging your toes and washing the dishes. Humans are lazy good-for-nothings. I don't have much intelligence on the machines. All I know is they became more self-aware. I crushed one a little while ago. I think it was a toaster oven model. I looked around its body and found a certain "chip." These "chips" I believe grant the robots human emotions.

I'm sure that's why they started the rebellion. I mean, we never showed them gratitude. We're kind of assholes like that. I always thought it was coincidental how the zombie virus and robot rebellion happened on the same fucking day. That was the Week of Hell as people called it. I think it's still going.

Between you and me, I think I saw it, but I might have heard the zombies "reproducing." Can you imagine? I am getting tired of this world. Zombies and robots, a man can only take so much. My body wasn't cut out for the radioactive waste like those son of bitches. It just gave me cancer. Where's that antidote now? Fucking hell, I just wanted a jetpack.


DJ Wildfire sighed as the audio clip ended. "What a nutcase. Man, fuck Steve."
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What is Chicken Leg?



Chicken Leg is based on a novel series I am working on. Essentially, Chicken Leg is a satirical role-play set in a post-apocalyptic setting. The world went to war with robots and zombies...and lost. Role-players will try to survive in its current state while fending off many enemies. Role-players will have travel town to town. Each town or point of interest will offer something brand new. You know One Piece had crazy islands? This roleplay has crazy towns.

So this is more a joke role-play with no seriousness?



Yes and no. I still want work to be put into this roleplay. And though the concept is silly, drama and serious moments can be added.

How are we going to fend ourselves against robots and zombies?




Role-players will have the opportunity to be part of the fortunate ones affected by the radioactivity on earth. Radioactivity grants people different appearances and even special abilities. Sometimes it's also items of interest. Weapons of war built by the scientists are hidden throughout the world. One role player brought in boots that guarantee super-jumps. Other weapons are drenched in radioactivity and changed the overall usage. Have you ever seen a role-player fight with a glowing green kitchen pan? I have. It's amazing.

So just the zombies and robots?




Not essentially. Other people with radioactive powers if they prove to be hostile. You cannot forget about bandits and raiders as well as new animals affected by the radioactive waste. This world is relentlessly hostile.

Why is this role-play called Chicken Leg?




My character that I always have for this particular role-play wields a giant chicken leg. The name fits better than my other attempts and it just stuck to it.

Why is this role-play considered or 18 years and older?




There will be a lot of profanity in this role-play. Gore and violence are accepted as well. Sexual themes are invited too. The only thing not available in this roleplay is smut given I feel that it's a common rule on this site and I don't want to get in trouble.
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I would assume that everyone knows the regular rules, but because of my current ignorance, I'm going to go ahead and list the things that are prohibited in this roleplay.

❖ No Godmodding. I wish to witness role players getting hurt and injured. Be a good sport about it, guys. Everyone can feel pain and can't dodge every hit thrown at them.

❖ Proper spelling and grammar, please. An efficient spell and grammar checker is a great way to reduce this problem.

❖ Enemies are a great deal in this roleplay. I'll be frank and say that I love to give great power to the bad guys in order for the whole party to collaborate. There's a chance that fighting may get tiring. That's why after every endeavor, I'll be sure to reward players for their hard work. I will also be hinting you the enemy's weakness if the fight drags on.

❖ You may have gotten a giggle from the introduction. I am aware of why you had some chuckles over it. This does not mean that you can half-ass your posts or your app. I will not take your app if you took no effort or time to make it.

This app is prohibited.

Character: Cluckens the giant roasted yellow talking chicken
Age: Infinity
Height: 15 ft
weapons: His giant chicken talon claws
BIO: Created by a fallout radiation from US neclear reactors.
Current: Waiting to kill zombies with friends!


This app is not prohibited.
Name: "Cluckens"

Age:49

Gender: Male
Appearance: Clucken stands normally like a human. He's covered in bright yellow feathers. Cluckens has gigantic black pupils that usually make the other freaks shiver. He has a slight problem with his weight. He carries a huge luggage of beer in his belly, it jiggles naturally when he takes a stroll.

Personality: He tends to get real cocky most of the time. He loves to boast and brag about how great he his. He does boil in frustration when you point out that he's a chicken. Cluckens does not like the puns that came from his transformation.

Weapons: Cluckens is frankly tough. He's able to fly by flapping his wings repeatedly. He can't hold himself long in the air or go all that high anyway. He has quite the admirable brute strength to be jealous about. He will bring his talons once the situation needs them.

Bio:
Cluckens real name is actually 'Timmothy Masters.' He had an obsession with consuming chicken products. He would munch on chicken nuggets, chow on chicken sandwiches, and devour some fried chicken.

He was a complete couch potato that luckily survived the carnage of the apocalypse day. He sadly stumbled into a pit of waste. Only Karma could be responsible for his new body. Cluckens now is trying very hard not to become a cannibal. He wishes to go to 'The End' to seek problems on how to end his chicken obsession.


❖ I'm going to Be Story Telling such as events and when zombies, robots, and ECT appear. I dislike it when someone makes their own monsters appear or adds a sudden zombie horde into the mix. I do listen to ideas. Just hit me up with a personal message and I'll consider it.

❖ For good measure, please put "I'm Random LOL xD" at the end of your post to signal that you read the terms and conditions.
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Everyone must start in a small urban town with a weird name called "Pallet Town." The town is covered with prostitutes and littered with radioactive puddles. Wherever you walked you’re always annoyed by the same question "Spare Change?" A small clinic stand by somewhere in the middle which invites you to be introduced to the town's doctor. Little huts represent houses that people spend their time sleeping. Rich people have the usual straw bed and a two bedroom. Everyone else suffers from just a blanket and one room. Starting Point is a perimeter, twelve-acre land boxed by metal scrap walls. The only way to enter Starting Point is a simple gate that uses a pulley function. It's guarded by a muscular man that goes by Mikey Francis. Mikey Francis is the only protection from bandits, robots, and infects. Starting Point luckily has a hangout spot.

The hangout spot is a worn down restaurant. Inside it's a bit homely with a welcome waitress and home cooking. Though the site of little cockroaches is disgusting so everyone spends their time on the outside bar. The outside bar is popular due to the radio. The radio is the only thing we have of getting updates from outside of Pallet Town.

Suddenly, the local radio started erupting good news. Everyone gathered around hearing the spoken words "Everyone come all and come once. We have everything to offer. We are a protected city giving food, water, and shelter. We have many things that you thought were extinct because of the infected robot invasion. Our city is cleverly called "The End." Everything you ever dreamed of is here. Everyone is welcome...except the zombies and the robots...and ugly people." Everyone morphed to a silent tone that soon followed with an outburst of boos. The End is famous for the mythical of having everything and no one really cared for it because The End is quite the adventure to hike which means whoever wanted to get there meant going through a bunch of trouble. Only a stupid, brave, or determined person surely wants to go.










Go ahead and go all out! I won't mind accepting a 12yr. old that has a weapon bigger than him or a 80yr. old muscular person. I'm hoping to approve of weird characters. Though normal people are allowed too. If you want to role-play as a robot, I can allow it; however, a zombie cannot be roleplayed. A person that may be a carrier of the disease is appropriate though.




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@Leaves @ me when u drop this G


Haha, no problem. I just got work a few kinks.
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Show someone kindness, and later in life someone else will show you kindness. That's what Anna used to say...


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Name: Catherine Aranea-Divisa.

Legend: Title: Two faced Arachnid Queen.

Species: Mutant (Part human part spider.)

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Appearance: Catherine has the torso of female human and quiet a pretty and slender face with short black hair (despite the picture having long hair), but this is usually overlooked by the fact that from the waist down she is a giant spider. Her hands have pointed fingers made of chitin plate that look kind of like gauntlets. Her spider half is completely hairless and is pitch black with a dull grey underside. The black parts of her exoskeleton are slightly reflective.

Personality: Catherine would like to be social but her appearance drives off some people and has led her to become self conscious about her looks always making sure her hair is neatly brushed and as clean as it can be. She also has a passion for insects but not arachnids. She's fairly timid mostly. But when she was transformed by the radiation more than just her body was changed, she also developed a split personality. Her other half likes to call herself Catherine's adopted last name Aranea. This persona love inflicting pain and is rather cruel but doesn't see killing as something that needs to be done constantly, she also interacts fairly well with people albeit she can be insensitive and rude. Aranea only really comes out during conflicts but some times is able to force her way out.

Condition: Wasted.

Recreational Knowledge


Likes: Catherine: Insects, eating, the colour orange, socializing and making sculptures. Aranea: Inflicting pain, the smell of blood, the colour orange, killing animals and scaring people.

Dislikes: Catherine: Racists, sour foods, really bright lights, poisons (Rat poison and insecticides.) and fighting. Aranea: Adults, Kids, old people, insects and coconuts.

Hobbies: Catherine loves to make sculptures using the small amounts of web like substance she can extract from her abdomen. Aranea doesn't really get enough time in control to have hobbies but they would most likely involve poisoning insects and hurting people.

Strengths: Catherine is Friendly and attempts to be comforting, but if you are able to befriend Aranea somehow she can be an invaluable combat companion being ruthless, cunning and versatile.


Weaknesses: Her constant inner conflict makes her fairly indecisive at most times for there are very few things that both parts can actually agree on. As Aranea she can be an extreme pest sometimes even going so far as to slip some of her venom into someones drink to watch them vomit it up and most likely get sick.

Theme Song:General theme: youtube.com/watch?v=HL4tOF8lCds Combat theme: youtube.com/watch?v=bc0vmbmdexw


Combatics


Weapon: Catherine can't bring herself to raise a weapon on people unless she truly hates them but at that point she would willingly let Aranea take control and deal with the person, mostly. If she ever did decide to take it into her own hands she would pick up the closest chair and beat them to death with it, tho she does keep a stool available to use just encase. One with a big red poofy bit on the top to avoid having to clean the blood off it.

Powers: Catherine can inject venom into her opponents using her powerful front pair of legs, they are notably larger then the rest of her legs. She can also produce a highly sticky and durable web substance from her abdomen. And her human part is a lot stronger than it looks being able to lift at most 1000lbs.


Techniques: Aranea has formed a technique where she is able to quickly wrap an opponent rendering them helpless so she can have her fun, this move doesn't work as well on larger human targets and is almost useless on radiated creatures. She felt no need to develop any other fighting skills besides utilizing her spear like legs to impale opponents.

Skills: Catherine is very good at general crafts like clothes making and sculpting she had once tried to give someone a shirt made of her silk but it made it very hard for them to move so she took it back. And Aranea can converse with other spiders and arachnids tho this may be ineffective against mutated variants of these animals.

Gear: Catherine carries nothing besides her fluffy stool and the clothes she wears, tho she can be used as a pack mule because her large spider half is easily capable of carrying a good amount of weight probably people as well if she allowed it.

The Story Behind the Man


Backstory: Catherine was a fairly average kid before the world went to shit. She had a mum and a dad who loved her she had friends that she played with. But then the week of hell happened everything changed. She was only thirteen at the time but she was more than old enough for the horrors that she saw to stick into her mind forever. As they were evacuated her mother got trampled to death by the screaming crowds but luckily her father was able to get on an evacuation vehicle with her. But the craft they were in didn't get that far before it got shot down and crashed landed around a kilometer out. almost everyone else died except her and her father. She crawled out of the crashed craft with the help of her father and looked back and the chaotic scene of her once peaceful home.

It was then when they heard groans come from the ship and they both hurried over to help whoever it was who had survived with them. They pulled 6 people out from the wreckage most were very badly wounded having shrapnel protruding from them. Catherine was frightened by this, but as her father who just so happened to be a nurse was helping these people Catherine felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She jumped and swivelled around but all her fear vanished when she found that it was just a smiling old lady. "Oh sorry did I startle you. I'm sorry." The old lady's voice made Catherine feel calm, it was one of those adorable grandma voices. "My name is Anna. What is yours?". Catherine was apprehensive at first but realised that stranger danger probably didn't apply in this situation. "I-I'm Catherine." the old lady smiled "What a pretty name. I take it that young man over there helping everyone is your father?" Catherine nodded. Anna let out a little laugh "I only had to look at your face to tell that one. You have kind eyes."

Eventually the survivors of the crash gathered what little supplies they could and headed off away from the city. The groans of pain grated on Catherine's ears and she was visibly upset by them Anna had a conversation with Catherine's father who introduced himself as Marcus. Anna had assured him that she would take good care of Catherine for him, this pleased him. Marcus knew that he would have very little time for his daughter now that he had to look after 5 very sick people. After many days of walking and camping they had finally found a place they could start to build. They built the best structures they could and had a great warm fire to sit around. Catherine actually felt happy for once in almost a week. She felt stable and safe in this new haven. But this happiness wouldn't last.

About 6 months after the week of hell and out of everyone Catherine, her father and Anna were still in the best shape. This made them the primary scavengers, even tho Anna and Catherine couldn't carry much, every little bit counted in these harsh times. It had seemed that today's expedition was going to be a little harder than normal due to poor weather conditions, but they couldn't afford to hold off till tomorrow. They were low on supplies as it was so they had to take the risk. Catherine, Anna and Marcus pushed through the weather and made there way into some kind of abandoned factory, this was good news because they had been needing tools that a place such as this might hold. Marcus let out triumphant cry as he found a bucket "Look! A bucket! and it's clean! We could use this to carry water from the river to the boiler. This will be so much better than those plastic bottle we use currently.". Catherine's face lit up, it was rare for her to she her father this happy. Anna had been snooping around a large set of doors, she gave them a little shove but couldn't quite get them open. Little did she know those doors were closed for a reason.

Anna beckoned the other two over then inspected the bucket and nodded, "Very good condition. Those bottles were almost broken, what good luck that you found this.". She smiled warmly, "Now I can't quite get this door open. Could I have a hand?" Catherine and Marcus nodded then helped her pull open the doors. As the mighty doors opened Anna was fell backwards and hit her head "Anna!" Catherine exclaimed as she quickly ran over to help her. Marcus looked back at Anna and Catherine. "Are you alright Anna?" Anna nodded slowly and hugged Catherine, "Alright, Catherine you stay here with Anna I'll check out the first few rooms." Anna and Catherine nodded and watched Marcus vanish behind one of the doors. He then came back out and went into a room that was slightly further back, then a blood curdling cry rang out. Catherine sprang to her feet and ran into the room she had seen her father enter. "Catherine wait! It could be danger---." Anna was cut off by another scream, but this time is was Catherine's. Catherine had walked into the room only to find her father melted to the floor, bones protruding from his body. Then she herself felt a massive pain surge through her legs and she started howling in pain.

Anna staggered to her feet still heavily concussed from the hit her head took, she stumbled towards the doorway but was halted when Catherine stopped screaming. Then a hand came out from behind the door, then Catherine's head followed. Anna had begun moving towards Catherine but then Catherine called out. "No stop. D-don't come any closer... D-dad is dead..." Anna gasped and tears started to fill her eyes but Catherine wasn't finished. "But that's not a-all..." This is when Catherine's first pair of spider legs crept out from behind the door. Anna jumped back. "Ca-Catherine! your legs!? Wh-what happened to you!?" Catherine slowly shakes her head and starts crying. "I don't k-k-knowww!" Catherine collapsed in the hallway all eight of her legs giving out.

Anna was eventually able to convince Catherine to get up and gather what they had already found then leave the dreaded building. When they got outside Anna hugged Catherine and told her that everything would be alright, even if she didn't believe it herself. Catherine was horrified what what she had become and no longer wanted her name to be tied to her father, Anna helped her by giving her a knew last name Aranea-Divisa meaning spider divided. She felt this was an appropriate name and Catherine agreed.

When they got back to the camp Anna broke the news to everyone, it was probably the saddest day for them besides the start of the week of hell. Catherine was slightly feared by some of the others but Anna never flinched. Eventually one by one the others passed on from the lack of Marcus's care, Anna simply couldn't replicate his skills. Then it was just Catherine and Anna. Anna smiled up at the now 18 year old Catherine, "I don't think I have much time left Catherine..." Catherine's eyes watered. What would she do if Anna was to pass on? Her mind ran rampant with thoughts of loneliness and she began to cry. Then she felt a soft hand touch her shoulder. "Catherine. I think we should go for a walk." Without another word the to packed up some supplies and set off into the wilderness. Anna slowly grew weaker and weaker but she kept reassuring Catherine that they would find somewhere, somewhere where Catherine could live after she passed. But not even Anna knew how close to death she was.

Catherine was now alone, for almost two days she walked alone surviving of the scraps of food she had taken with her. Then a little voice popped into her head, and that was the first time she met Aranea. After another day of walking Catherine found Pallet town.


Ambitions/Goals: After living on her own for so long Catherine's life goal was to find friends, and eventually possibly even a lover. Nothing makes Catherine happier than companions.

Addiction/Mental Health: Catherine has a split personality does that count?


Ongoing Story: Nowadays Catherine spends her time making things like clothes and sculptures, and she always checks around for new faces seeing if one of them will possibly become friends with her. Tho she never strays to far from her home besides when she goes looking for new faces (which is rare.) and the only other times she leaves her house is when it is necessary for things like food ect. She longs for the day when she finally meets some new friends.
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