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Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Those guardians weren't nearly as tough as Isis made them out to be, it seems.

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Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

While a person (or, in this case, character) doesn't have to have a background in the military or similar fields in order to be capable of surviving an ordeal like this, I believe it certainly helps and that the percentage of military personnel/similar among now (when the RP takes place, I mean) living people is far higher than it would have been before the outbreak.

After all, while any accountant, waitress or football coach may be a natural survivor and combatant, every soldier is a trained one. It's just logical that, percentage wise, a greater number of people who undergoes applicable physical and mental training in their jobs survives for a longer time in a setting like this, and I think it's good that the cast in this RP reflects that.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Eva Green? Hot? Only time I'd use those two words in the same sentence without a negative would be if she was literally on fire. Also, I thoroughly enjoyed Sin City, so I'm looking forward to the sequel. :)

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Well, thanks!

A note about the post I just made, intended for the others in the "Ankh group"; Dunn's transformation takes some time, and a good portion of the battle may or may not have played out with him growing in the background. That's what the "commotion" mentioned in the post refers to.

In other words; he didn't transform "before" your forth-coming posts were made, if you get what I mean.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Anselm Dunn - Giant of Albion

The transportation from Ardgroom to Alexandria had been... strange. Quick, effortless and soothing. Completely unlike the various portals Dunn had travelled through previously. Then again, he had never gotten a lift from a goddess before.
Now he stood in the great halls of the largest library of its kind. He had been there before. Several times, in fact, and every time for the same reason - researching his curse. Not even the damn near incomprehensibly vast knowledge gathered in the enormous library had been able to help him. He had gone through every lead, advice and idea he had to find books and documents that could possibly help him, but none of them had. He had learned a great many other things while spending his time in these halls, however, and valued its importance.

Dunn eyed the other members of the group. There were seven of them, as different from one another in thinking and ability as his own two selfs. The goddess led them to an archway, and spoke about their mission. Anselm looked at the two stone statues as Isis introduced them to the group. Guardians. Grand creatures of stone, capable of feats as impressive as they looked. Could they match him? Maybe. Could they match him and the others? Doubt it. Abruptly ending Anselm's thoughts was a sudden movement, as the black, sleek golem suddenly and with great force threw the maniac Dunn knew only as "Nestor" towards one of the statues.

Dunn never saw Nestor hit the statue, as his vision had already blurred. He heard commotion around him, but his hearing grew as inept as his vision. He was turning. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, steeling himself against the forthcoming pain, and embracing it as it hit him. Slowly but yet suddenly and at an unsteady pace, he felt his body grow. He fell down to his knees, ending up on all fours. He heard bones snap, and could feel his nerve endings upend themselves, his limbs twist and twirl as they detached and reattached themselves to one another. His breathing became unsteady, and he realized he wasn't able to inhale as much oxygen as he suddenly needed, as his lungs didn't grow at the same pace as his limbs, this time. Every time was different, and every time brought entirely new, inexperienced pains along with the old ones. Everything in his body stretched out itself. It didn't only make him grow in size and mass exponentially, but proportionally as well. His muscles grew denser, more compact and powerful, while at the same time increasing in size many times over. And just as the pain was at its worst, and Dunn felt his spine almost jumping clean off his back, it ended as precipitously as it had begun. He let out a heavy breath, inhaling an even larger one as his lungs was suddenly capable of storing the air he needed. The corners of his huge mouth twisted upwards. He let out a deep, short laugh, sounding like thunder rumbling down the backside of a mountain.

He opened his blood shot eyes, and slowly stood up, still unaware of the commotion around him. With a voice so deep and powerful it reverberated on the insides of the creatures closest to him - much like standing close to the bass speakers at a night club - he spoke;
"I am myself yet again." And with that, he clenched his fists.

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You got me on the wrong team... ;)

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

Great to be in. Hello people :) I'm imagining quite a lot of that ammo going to waste in the first few hours as a bunch of panic-stricken people first-hand encounter infected for the first time, and doing so with plenty of guns and bullets.

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Oh, didn't see that head count post. I'm here and following. I don't see much of a reason to throw in an IC post atm, though.

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

Any chance of this opening up for new apps at a later point? I'll sub meanwhile, if so.