Sorry, life was thrown into an upheaval and I need to sort things out. Imma drop out of this, sorry. I'm going to Europe in two weeks anyway. Thanks tho TomeBinder, I was starting to lose hope on GMs here for a bit. Have a fun trip zombpocalypsing, guys.
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I'm like Nemo's dad when I'm trying to write and Dory's song is my motivation.
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@Fillet I'm writing her as more Irish than American. She just moved there, got citizenship in a few years but still holds the accent and mannerisms.
Republic or Northern?
Edit: Just realised how that sounded. Quite abrupt. Was curious how you envisioned your char. :)
Edit 2: also you said you're from singapore, it's vastly different from writing an Irish char esp with the slang and all you add in. So whats your inspiration if you don't mind me asking?
And in all the chaos, Angie's Irish luck still prevails.
She's Irish American, so, not really Irish?
Yeah, I don't get your characterisation of her, since her bio said Irish American, which I took to mean her parents/grandparents/etc came from Ireland, but she's culturally American than not, but the slang she uses is full on all over the place of Irish/Scottish/English. 0.o
I have the picture that most of the group are up a ramp, past the SUV, maybe a level or so above it. There's Amy in the stairwell, Malik's gone to rescue her, along with a couple of the Japanese boys. They're all on the same level.
I will post tomorrow.
Also suddenly hit with an image of a Japanese boyband saving the day, lololol.
I will post tomorrow.
Also suddenly hit with an image of a Japanese boyband saving the day, lololol.
What I gathered from all of that is Malik and the Woman are covered in dead goo :P
I keep picturing Zayne Malik from One Direction as your character -_-
I keep picturing Zayne Malik from One Direction as your character -_-
Recently I went through a few months of making characters that had terrible backstories (parents died or wife/son died or somebody they loved died) that didn't correlate with how they saw the world ie they weren't super depressed but functioning soon after the tragedy. I realised that and immediately switched my focus. It was bad characterisation.
Now my characters are really average, run of the mill, neighbour Joe types with a cracked flaw/problem that is going to be developed/have personal growth. I find them more interesting, to be honest, like one of them's a coward whose only skill is running away, in a zombiepocalypse, who wouldn't even try and save anybody (while everybody else, mostly awesome soldiers, would near sacrifice themselves to protect the group).
All of my characters, now and then, have amplified traits of myself, but are also different enough from myself that I'd need a second to think and feel like they do, so they're relatable to me but I can comfortably say I'm not writing my life story out in the open.
Now my characters are really average, run of the mill, neighbour Joe types with a cracked flaw/problem that is going to be developed/have personal growth. I find them more interesting, to be honest, like one of them's a coward whose only skill is running away, in a zombiepocalypse, who wouldn't even try and save anybody (while everybody else, mostly awesome soldiers, would near sacrifice themselves to protect the group).
All of my characters, now and then, have amplified traits of myself, but are also different enough from myself that I'd need a second to think and feel like they do, so they're relatable to me but I can comfortably say I'm not writing my life story out in the open.
Something I tried repeatedly, but didn't happen.
The geek talk is intimidating.
Head pounding, heart thumping and heavy breaths in his own ear, Evan ran. In glimpses behind him, gunfire and mounted lights from the four-man squad lit up a dark wave of ravenous zombies in flashes. A few shamblers fell but more replaced them - ever more surrounded the survivors’ vicinity from every direction he could see like an enclosing trap. He kept near the forefront of the group headed towards the carpark and positioned himself within a protective buffer of soldiers that took down zombies who got too close. A girl screamed to his diagonal right - he spared a turnaround glance - the young girl screamed as she was dragged to the ground from the side like a stray fawn.
I can’t save her, he told himself. I can’t save anybody. Run. Keep running.
Evan jumped and easily pulled himself up the concrete wall; landed and without waiting to help anyone else, he ran and vaulted over the SUV to follow their saviour. The black man led them up a level, presumably to the top floor for air evacuation by the Japanese military; he didn’t care why a foreign nation would send in help at this junction, as long as he could be let in. Evan took the precious distance they had secured from the zombies to unsling and fumble in his bag for a headlamp.
The band was tight and pressed painfully into his wound but the steady white light shone on his path meant he could see where he was going without depending on someone else’s frantic beams. He looked around the concrete environment. There were plenty of cars still parked in rows, which could be useful to escape in a maze-like tactic. The upper levels stayed quiet while hollow noises from the swamp of shamblers at the bottom travelled up the spiral ramp. It wouldn’t be long before the dead forced their retreat to be stuck on the roof. “Is a helicopter coming? Did you radio them? Are they close?” he asked a barrage of questions, out of fear, at the soldiers.
He couldn’t trust help would arrive in the nick of time and it was too risky to be caught on the roof with no way out. They needed plan B to get away from a sudden onslaught of zombies they might meet or to buy themselves time to reach another rooftop for a definite clear landing, so he asked the stranger about the exit signs on the ceilings. “Where does this carpark lead to? An office? A mall?”
I can’t save her, he told himself. I can’t save anybody. Run. Keep running.
Evan jumped and easily pulled himself up the concrete wall; landed and without waiting to help anyone else, he ran and vaulted over the SUV to follow their saviour. The black man led them up a level, presumably to the top floor for air evacuation by the Japanese military; he didn’t care why a foreign nation would send in help at this junction, as long as he could be let in. Evan took the precious distance they had secured from the zombies to unsling and fumble in his bag for a headlamp.
The band was tight and pressed painfully into his wound but the steady white light shone on his path meant he could see where he was going without depending on someone else’s frantic beams. He looked around the concrete environment. There were plenty of cars still parked in rows, which could be useful to escape in a maze-like tactic. The upper levels stayed quiet while hollow noises from the swamp of shamblers at the bottom travelled up the spiral ramp. It wouldn’t be long before the dead forced their retreat to be stuck on the roof. “Is a helicopter coming? Did you radio them? Are they close?” he asked a barrage of questions, out of fear, at the soldiers.
He couldn’t trust help would arrive in the nick of time and it was too risky to be caught on the roof with no way out. They needed plan B to get away from a sudden onslaught of zombies they might meet or to buy themselves time to reach another rooftop for a definite clear landing, so he asked the stranger about the exit signs on the ceilings. “Where does this carpark lead to? An office? A mall?”
Fair enough, thanks for explaining yourself. :)
You knew the direction of your life - competitions and assignments don't spring out of nowhere without ample time needed for preparation - and you knew about the rules of this RP. So don't throw a tantrum at the GM who warned you and then enforced his rules as if he was at fault for not understanding your life. Your rudeness in your first post was unnecessary. You stormed in and threw a jerk fit and continued to do so. You should and could have easily said that sorry, you couldn't post anymore and dropped your character. TomeBinder might be slightly annoyed but it's an unfortunate staple part of RP life players leave for any reason and from what I've seen of him it wouldn't have caused any trouble at all if you had done that in the first place.
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