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Current I'm bringing Dragon Cave back and no one can stop me.
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I am back into this shit, I guess. Say hello if you'd like.
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I am one with the force and the force is with me.
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I have suddenly become deeply troubled.

Bio

"That's why we must eat the old people first. They can't have that kind of power."


I've been roleplaying for six years, and if I do say so myself I've gotten pretty good. I've been to many roleplay sites around the internet, and for right now I'm happy calling this one home. I write fantasy, high science fiction, and poetry. I'm involved in the Nerdfighteria community as well, making the world suck a little bit less one day at a time. Though sometimes it's rough and incredibly time-consuming, roleplaying has brought me some of my closest friends, some of the most genuinely awesome people I've ever met. This train is still going, and there's no stop in sight! DFTBA.

The Disappointment Club:


"What the fuck did I just read"


We're special-ed special forces, the most exclusive internet club that no one wants to join, and the most thoroughly disappointing group of individuals the world has ever seen (we even disappoint when it comes to disappointing). Together, we're quite possibly the best six friends the internet has know.

- @Junkmail : Living Proof That God is Dead.
- @He Who Walks Behind : I still won't forgive him for what he did to that starfish.
- @Dragonbud : Her Gregory Cosplay is fire.
- @Surtr : I think he's still trying to pimp me... Help.
- @Spoopy Scary : He's Greg.

List of Super-Power Pet Peeves:

-Shadow Powers
-Blood Powers
-Pain Powers
-"Dimensional Storage" Powers
-Spider Powers

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The rp looks interesting, Al :)
Maxx noted me about this on dA and so I decided to join the forum and the rp for old time's sake (if I can type up something in my free time, that is. I am currently busy teaching).
Anyways... Yeah. I'll work on a character sheet later on.


IT WORKED! IT ACTUALLY WORKED! MY MIND CONTROL RAY IS COMPLETE!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!

Kidding. Welcome to Verthaven, Celo.
What do you call the thing used to hold a rifle? Is it a holster or something else?

Also, next act I want to try to interact more with some other members, as I have a tendency of working only with Allen and Shade. Give me a ring if you want to interact with one of my characters (barring Sam because he has stuff to do) next act. @Imaginary, I definitely want to try having Eva and Nekoda meet next act. That cool with you?

Sam Clarke


@Mr Allen J
@He Who Walks Behind



Sam followed Agent Gallus into the alley, Nightingale right behind him. His gun was on full auto now, and he sprayed blindly into the crowd of dead, aiming for the heads. He didn't worry about hitting civilians; if they were in that crowd, they were good as dead anyways. Unfortunately, bullets don't last forever, and as Sam loaded his last clip (he only brought two of regular bullets as he didn't expect an armed terrorist attack), he began to panic. As he had seen before, Serum 17 did nothing to the dead, and the bullets themselves were a temporary solution to a permanent problem. A zombie lunged forward and dove towards his knees. Sam drove the stock of his rifle into the creature's skull and then stomped on its head until it stopped moving. Panting, he fired his last three-round burst into an advancing zombie's head. The creature fell to the ground and then got back up, the left side of its skull no longer present. He pulled the trigger of the rifle, and a clicking sound let him know that he was out of luck. "Well fuck." Sam muttered. He let the rifle drop, its strap causing it to hang limply from his right shoulder, and drew his handgun. He began firing into the crowd of dead once more.

"I can't do this much longer!" he yelled at no one in particular "I'm running out of bullets!" He was fully visible now, as there was no point in hiding when he was firing a gun as fast as he could. Just as things seemed most hopeless, the fog cleared and the zombies fell to the ground, collapsing into piles of ash. Sam remained motionless for a moment, his gun still raised in case this was a trick. When nothing happened after a few seconds, he holstered the gun, and let out a sigh of relief. He leaned back against the wall with his hands pressed to his forehead, just panting.

"KINGFISHER CORMORANT, this is ALBATROSS. Do you copy, over?" a voice spoke from Sam's earpiece. Sam sighed and held the button on the side of the piece.

"I'm here, ALBATROSS," he replied " I managed to survive the zombie apocalypse in one piece. What's the situation?"

"Camera feeds show that the Fiends retreated in the fog. We are unable to get any sort of reading on them. Unfortunately, we'll have to let them go for now. CONDOR's unit is attempting to track them down."

"Roger ALBATROSS. What do I do for now then?" Sam asked. On the other end, he could hear someone whispering in ALBATROSS' ear.

"I was just given word that the NEST Director wishes to speak to you personally, CORMORANT," ALBATROSS said "One moment." The line was filled with static for a few seconds, and then another voice came on.

"KINGFISHER CORMORANT, this is Director Caryl. Do you copy?" The woman's voice said.

"Roger, Director. I copy," Sam replied "How can I help you?"

"In the course of the attack, Agent Gallus acquired an extremely important package. Considering that we just experienced the biggest single gang attack on a civilian area in NEST history, we need to make sure that this package is delivered safely. You and your trainee are to escort Agent Gallus to NEST Headquarters. The number one priority is to protect that package, even if Agent Gallus herself is killed. It is imperative that the package arrive at NEST Headquarters intact. Got it?"

"Roger that, Director," Sam said "We'll make sure it gets there." The comms clicked off. Sam turned to Gallus.

"Welp Agent Gallus, looks like Director Caryl just made me your bodyguard from the time being. We need to get whatever package that you have back to base pronto." As he began to walk towards the end of the alley, he nudged Anastasia with his elbow.

"Thanks for the assist, Nightingale," he said "Once all this shit is over, I'll have to buy you a beer."


Eva Chilver



Eva had never been more terrified in her life. As the fog enveloped the fair, she felt some powerful and unnatural force fill the air around her. She nearly squirmed as she felt the force move through the air. She looked out from under the picnic table to see a dead man limping towards her, dragging his broken leg behind him. She had to cover her hands with her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Two more converged near her, and soon the table was surrounded. She was terrified, and Orion snuggled against her side for comfort. The grass grew tall to protect her, but the creatures seemed still able to detect her. They reached the picnic table and began to shake it from side to side, unsure as to how to reach the girl underneath. One zombie even had the bright idea of biting the table, and some of its teeth stuck in. Eva closed her eyes and pictured a fresh summer day, a warm breeze blowing past her face, carrying with it the smell of fresh-cut grass. She reached out to the grass around her, and gripped a few of the tall blades tightly, pleading for assistance. After a few moments, the smell of grass shrouded her scent. The zombies stood perplexed, wondering how their meal had been replaced by grass, and then wandered off to terrorize someone else. Eva breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the grass; the smell still remained.

She laid this way for the entirety of the zombie attack, hiding in the grass with the smell protecting her. Orion growled at a few stray undead, but none came close enough to be a threat. Soon the fog faded and the dead collapsed into dust. The disappearance of the force told Eva that it might be safe to come out now. She heard at least two dozen sirens in the distance, and police were scrambling all over, looking for something that was no longer there. As she crawled out from under the bench, the smell of grass faded and the tall bladed flopped over, crushed under their own weight now that they no longer needed to protect the Earth Mother. She began to wander around, Orion at her feet, looking for somewhere to go.
Two NPCs:




Sam Clarke


@Mr Allen J
@He Who Walks Behind



Sam was reluctant to admit that he was having fun. This was all kind of entertaining, the flow of adrenaline and the rush of gratitude from the people who he was protecting. In civilian situations like this, Sam preferred not to use his gun and to instead fight with his knife and his combat experience. Guns were less accurate than a fist or a blade. As he ran through the crowd, attempting to liberate people who were being attacked by the Fiends. A middle-aged woman was pinned to a tree, a Fiend injecting her with a syringe of mutagen. Sam slashed clean through the glass syringe with his knife and then drove his knee into the Fiend's gut, knocking the wind out of him. As the man keeled over, Sam punched him in the jaw as hard as he could. The Fiend cried out and fell backwards into a fetal position, his jaw fractured. Now what to do with the infected. The woman's eyes were staring off into the distance and her skin was beginning to turn a sickly purple. Her pupils dilated and she began breathing savagely, foam running from her lips. Sam took the syringe from her arm and pondered what to do. Seeing that there weren't any Fiends in his general area, he reappeared. Sam didn't want to hurt a civilian, but she would be a major risk. As he thought, the Fiend laying on the ground rolled over onto his stomach and lunged towards Sam's ankle, digging his teeth into the leather of Sam's boot. Sam looked down, surprised that a man was biting him with a broken jaw, and, pulling out his gun, shot the Fiend twice in the back. It stopped moving. Sam rose his hand to his ear and spoke over the NEST comms:

"NEST this is KINGFISHER CORMORANT, I have a civilian injected with Fiend mutagen here. Can someone direct her to the NEST medical tent?"

"KINGFISHER CORMORANT, this is NEST actual. We are sending an agent to your current location to apprehend the civilian. Attack a GPS beacon to her is you're going to move again, over!" Sam pressed a button on his computer, and a small metal button popped out of the side. He grabbed it and stuck it to the woman's clothing. She attempted to slash at him, and he realized that he had no choice but to defend himself. She screeched barbarically and ran towards him like an animal. He backpedaled, falling onto his back as she advanced, and grabbed for his rifle. From where it hung at his hip he fired five times into the woman's chest (she was right on top of him, so it was near-impossible to miss. The mutant screamed and fell back, her chest sizzling as the Serum 17 kicked in. He shot her in the forehead with another pellet and she hissed, clawing at her face with her claws which were once fingernails. He fired a few more times. As she rolled in the grass like a mad dog, Sam grabbed a metal trashcan and removed the bag, tossing it at the Fiend laying dead on the ground (trash goes with trash, right?). He ran over and, as she attempted half-heartedly to lunge at him, shoved her into the can. She screamed and rattled around, but she could no longer move. He placed the trash can upside down in front of the tree and then moved away, reactivating his invisibility.

Soon, Sam reached the edge of the fair, where he found some NEST agents and local police (who were entirely useless and unnecessary in Sam's opinion) directing civilians away from the fair and towards the bridge off of the island. Up above, a meta was shrouding herself in fog, and Michelle transformed. Suddenly, a Fiend laying on the ground rose to its feet and began to walk towards Michelle. It seemed as if all of the dead were rising again. Sighing, Sam grabbed his rifle from his hip and walked towards where Khan was shrouded in fog. Then he deactivated his sound nullification.

"Nightingale," he said into the mic "We have a situation over here to your left. Find the shroud of blue fog. A metahuman appears to be reanimating the dead. I could use some firing support. Over." Sam rose his rifle to his shoulder.

"Get down!" he yelled. He opened fire on the shroud of fog, flickering into appearance with every shot. Now visible, the animated creatures began to converge on him. As one swiped at him, Sam rolled out of the way and struck it in the back of the neck with the butt of his gun. He shot it twice in the back, but nothing happened. Not even the slightest degree of pain crossed its dead face. Another zombie grabbed his back and wrestled him to the ground. He elbowed it in the face and yanked himself out of its grasp. He ejected the clip of Serum 17 and reloaded a clip of regular bullets. He opened fire on the mob of zombies, but to little avail. His bullets connected, but they did little against the creatures who were already dead.

"Nightingale!" Sam shouted.
Just a heads-up, I'm making one more character and an NPC sheet for Sam's mission control.

Sam Clarke





When Sam heard the first gunshot, his head snapped back towards the fair so hard that his vision blurred. In the distance, he could see a man with a metal rake and a gas mask standing atop a picnic table; the Fiends. Highly dangerous, highly aggressive, drug-injected maniacs, known to act with extreme irrationality. Use weaponized amphetamines mixed with a highly-toxic mutagen to infect opponents. I'll take them over the Skulls any day, Sam thought. He looked back at Fiona.

"Get down," he said to Fiona "Stay out of sight. Do not leave cover. Got it?" he turned and looked down at Anastasia. She was cut (hopefully not with the syringe) but she seemed fine. As he helped her up, his body began to fade into thin air. In his left hand was his suppressed Glock, and he made a mental note of where his knife was. Not that he'd need it; these fuckers didn't know what they were dealing with.

"Whatever you do," he said to Anesthesia, only his head still visible "Do not get stuck with that green shit. Now let's go to work. Take out any direct civilian threats and direct civilians away from the area. Let's see if you're KINGFISHER material." His head vanished and he walked out of the alley.

"KINGFISHER ALBATROSS, this is KINGFISHER CORMORANT. I'm going in, repeat, I'm going in. Permission to use lethal force?" There was a bit of static at the end of the comm line. Then an old, hard-sounding voice spoke in his ear.

"KINGFISHER CORMORANT, this is KINGFISHER ALBATROSS. Permission granted. Fuck them up." Sam smiled.

"Roger that. Going dark, ALBATROSS. Over!"

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In the middle of the chaos, six people sat on their knees, surrounded by fiends. Their hands were up and their eyes looked down as the lead Fiend shouted orders at them. A mother covered her young boy's eyes. The leader of the group of Fiends wore a sweat-stained wifebeater and jeans that nearly sagged to his thighs, along with a Borderlands-style gas mask. He shook an AK-47 in the air.

"Empty your pockets! I want everything on the ground!" the people complied, throwing phones and wallets into a heap in front of the man barking orders. The leader gestured to one of his cronies and they crouched to the ground. They rummaged through wallets and purses, tossing worthless things to the side and making a pile of money, credit cards, and condoms to his right.

"You!" the gunman shouted at a middle-aged man wearing a blue suit. The man's eyes widened in fear. "Stand up!" The man struggled to his feet "Up faster! Let's go I haven't got all day!" he stood at attention. "Good. Now gimme yer watch." The man clumsily unlatched his Rolex and tossed it into the leader's grubby hands. The leader looked down at the watch, gazing at his reflection in the glass. Then he shoved it in the pocket of his pants. "And the cufflinks. Them too." The man tossed the diamond cufflinks at the leader's feet. One or two of the Fiends giggled.

"Now take yer jacket off." Laughter from the crowd. The man took it off and sat it down. "And yer pants." The man looked around embarassed, and opened his mouth to speak. The leader shoved the barrel of the AK in his face "Did I ask you to speak, you fucking shitbag?!" the leader roared "Take your fucking pants off!" The man undid his suspenders and dropped his pants to the ground. A young child in the pile in the middle started weeping.

"Good, now y-" the leader was cut short as he felt something hit him in the back like a punch. He gasped and looked down at his shirt; a red stain was beginning to form just under his heart. Just behind him, a voice spoke from thin air.

"I eat dirt like your for breakfast." The leader gasped as the invisible knife twisted. Then he fell to the ground. The Fiends all looked at where their dead leader laid perplexed. Then one of them had their legs taken out from under them. One by one they died helplessly, some flailing aimlessly with their blades and firing their guns haphazardly into the thin air. In a matter of seconds, twelve Fiends lay broken and defeated on the ground, some dead, some with broken limbs. Behind the businessman, the voice spoke once more.

"Pull your pants up and run home." The man shrieked and pulled them back up to waist level. He ran off into the crowd, his suspenders trailing behind him like tails and his hands holding up his pants. Sam appeared momentarily, just long enough to gaze down at the boy who was weeping and let the people know that a NEST agent had saved them. Then he vanished again.


Claire Sparks



As Claire bit into her chimichanga, she was rushed from behind and driven to the ground. She cried out and rolled around to see a shirtless man covered in tattoos standing above her, a gas mask painted like a clown head shrouding his face. In one hand he held a rusty. He panted like a mad dog as he drove his knee into Claire's abdomen and punched her in the face. His belt was already undone and he unzipped his pants ravenously. Claire shrieked and kicked at him wildly, trying to get the man off of her. Soon another joined the fray and kicked her in the head with his boot. She rolled over and was able to struggle away from the first attacker, but the second on pinned her to the ground. She felt a hand uncomfortably close to her waist, and the second Fiend began punching her in the ribs from above.

"GIVE...ME...YOUR..."

She twisted out of the second Fiend's grip and, as she struggled to her knees, grabbed both men by the wrists. Claire gritted her teeth as 50,000 volts of electricity shot from her hands into their bodies. They writhed and spasmed as bolts of light arced up their arms and into their chests. As she let them go, steam escaped her grip. They both fell to the ground, incapacitated, but probably not dead. There were burn marks on their wrists. Claire shook her hands and shouted "fuck!" Both of her palms were burnt. Claire looked down at her feet. Fuck. They destroyed my chimichanga. Looking around, Claire decided that it would be better to not draw too much attention to herself. She grabbed her skateboard and, stepping on it, began to ride towards a nearby alley which pointed towards home. As she reached the edge, a Fiend ran out with a garden rake raised above his head murderously. Claire stopped, held out her hand, and blasted an arc of electricity into the man's chest. He staggered as if he'd been shot and hunched over, holding his chest. As she rode past him, she couldn't help but stop and poke fun.

"Stop being a fucking baby," she said "It won't kill you." The man lunged for her again, though he was so intoxicated that he missed her entirely and smashed the head of the rake against the brick wall. Claire shot him again, this time between the legs. He roared and fell over, his legs together and his hands at the...spot of impact. Claire laughed and kicked him in the ribs. Then she walked back off down the alley, her skateboard now under her right arm.


Eva Chilver



As Eva sat at the bench, watching a sparrow flutter through the air, all Hell decided to break loose. As the shouts began, Eva dove to the ground, smacking her head against the dirt. She covered her head with her hands and wriggled underneath the table, trying to look as inconspicuous. Once she was under the table, the smell of fresh-cut grass grazed her nostrils. The blades grew higher, concealing her. Orion crawled under as well and sat crouched, his head sticking out from under the bench seat. Every one of his muscles were tensed and he growled menacingly. The grass grew to conceal him as well. A few people ran by, but no one bothered the picnic table until a long-haired, shirtless man in a plain grey mask climbed to the top of the table and began to shout, waving his arms around in the air. In one hand was a Colt 1911, and in the other a copy of the Holy Bible.

"ARMAGEDDON IS NEAR, MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS!" he shouted, waving the gun in the air "DO NOT DESPAIR! I AM THE WAY, I AM THE LIFE, I AM YOUR SAVIOR! FOLLOW ME, AND I WILL LEAD YOU TO PARADISE!" Eva grumbled, but didn't speak out. "THIS WORLD IS CRUEL AND DIRTY, MY BROTHERS, BUT WE CAN BRUSH THE DIRT FROM OUR SANDALS AND BE FREE! COME WITH ME, BROTHERS AND SISTERS, AND WE SHALL DRINK THE MILK OF PURITY IN MY FATHER'S GARDEN OF PARADISE!" Eva was growing angrier, but she dared not come out of her hiding place. Luckily, though, a tree nearby decided to do her a favor. As the mad man opened his mouth to speak once more, the branch of a tree whipped around and smacked him in the face, sending him flying off of the picnic table and into a trash can. He staggered to his feet, his crazed eyes filling with fear, and he shot the tree three times, as if that would somehow damage it. Then he ran off into the crowd, the bible raised above his head, still shouting "BE FREE WITH ME, BROTHERS AND SISTERS! I AM YOUR SAVIOR!"

Sam Clarke

@Mr Allen J



Sam nodded and looked down at the touchpad mounted to his wrist. He typed in the name, and a profile came up showing the girl’s face and information. As he read, paying close attention to his peripheral vision to make sure she didn’t try to run away, a little red flag appeared in the corner of the screen. This signified that he had been sent a text. He ignored it for now; this girl probably was not a threat.

“Miss Fiona Barrett” he read “Ability, adjustable insect physiology. Enhanced senses in default form- no wonder you didn’t make it five minutes in that crowd-” he paused “ currently attending Academy 218 in Alaska.” Sam looked up at her. “Long way from home, are we Ms.Barrett?” He looked back down and read the text message. Quickly he typed back:

“Assistance not required. Suspect harmless, most likely”


Claire Sparks



Fairs weren’t Claire’s thing. People were obnoxious, the cops showed up in droves, and most importantly, it was hot as balls out. She happened to be passing by on her skateboard, however, and decided that she was too hungry to go on all the way back home to get something to eat. She stopped at an intersection and, holding the skateboard under her arm, walked down the street towards where the fair began. A cigarette hung out of the corner of her mouth, and the white Halestorm tank top which she wore revealed her sleeve of tattoos, including the infamous skull. She wasn’t overly concerned about being caught with it; the Skulls were long dead and as far as she knew NEST didn’t care about them anymore.

Claire walked around for a few moments, looking at the vendor stands and food trucks. She found a mexican food truck and ordered a chimichanga. She sat down on a bench at the edge of the crowd, sitting on the top of the bench with her feet resting on the seat. Then she began to eat her chimichanga. A few nearby NEST agents glanced quizzically at her tattoo.
And it'd be real neato if someone did something to get Michelle's attention (I.E something illegal) that'd be real neato. Oh, and I aged Michelle up by a few more years.


Time to have Claire show up then.
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