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Current I was thinking about Train to Busan and Peninsula before I went to be last night, and then had a dream about the Office cast in a zombie world. Michael Scott got bitten and sacrificed himself. Q - Q
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An anxious riddled 20-something year old that likes to write and be chaotic. I like meeting new people, but it can be pretty hard to keep going with conversation.
I like to play da video games.
Almost all of the characters I use are multiple years old, and have actual art. If I post art of them, it'll most likely be watermarked, so if you'd like to see the un-watermarked version, feel free to send me a DM.
I work at 3am two days a week, so if I'm slow to respond to anything, I blame my exhausted state of being.
Constantly questioning my gender identity. Thinking of seeing someone about it at the beginning of the new year, but we'll see how that goes.


Memento Mori. Unus Annus.

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Gage was having a hard time sitting still. The anxiety was bubbling up in his gut, spilling over into his hands, fingers twitching as they screamed for something to do. Shifting in his seat, he held onto the flute for dear life, even though it was empty. Moving it to one hand, his other moved up and into his hair, before it dropped to the hem of his shirt to tug at one lone strand of shirt. His mind was racing, going through all of the impossible scenario's he could be subjected to at this moment and the ones to come. It wasn't until a waiter came over that he was snapped out of it, jumping as he was spoken to.

"What?" He cleared his throat as his voice cracked. Trying to compose himself, he started again. "Can you repeat that?" Trying to keep his voice much softer than before, he took a deep breath. He wasn't going to make it a week, was he?

"Would you like another glass?" The waiter's smile was kind, as if he had seen someone as anxious as Gage before. Gage figured it was a more common occurrence than he wanted to admit, surely. After all, it wasn't every day that someone was booked onto a cruise that would, potentially, change their life forever. Assuming they found that 'special' someone.

Holding up his hand, Gage shook his head to the question. "No. No thank you, I'm fine," anymore, and he'd be liable for actually slipping over his own threshold and making it that much worse for his mental state of mind in the week to come. The waitor took his empty flute and left, on to check the rest of the party. As he left, Gage's eyes followed him, finally taking in the faces of the men and women he would be spending a week with.

Most he vaguely knew, at best. There was that one woman, the one who owned her own clothing line. Gage was almost positive that she was the one adored by his brother, Peter ranting and raving about how her clothes were life changing. Another man Gage faintly recognized, but there was no way he could put name to face, or even remember where he had seen him before (he would most likely later find out that it was on the back of a book).

Gage froze as his eyes wandered to a pair, speaking amongst themselves. Was that...? No. No it couldn't be. It definitely couldn't be Aries, lead singer of Fourdust. No, certainly not...But the more that Gage stared, the more that the man was convinced that it was. While Gage couldn't admit to them being his favorite band, they were definitely in the top ten. Just the sheer power behind their rhythms, and the fact that they had a bit of a softer side to them too, had Gage listening to their every single and album.

It felt like minutes when the man realized he had been staring at Gabriel for a bit too long. Ripping his eyes away, Gage wished for two things at once. First was that he didn't turn down another glass of champagne, and second, that he could disappear into a cloud of smoke and end up back home. He took to sinking down in his chair instead, face lighting up a light shade of pink at his own embarrassment, while his hand dragged down it.

"This week is going to be so bad..." He sighed to himself, feeling a shake starting to set into his bones.
The Survivors









For Whom the Bell Tolls



Death is coming. Ask not for whom the bell tolls. Ring the bell for thyself to know.


It all started with a dream. A dream that showed him - proved to him - that God was real and that he was chosen to do something greater than any man. A dream that screamed a story of agony and death, of painful destruction, of the world ending around him. He was to be a modern Noah. He was to usher the people of this world into a new age, just as the dream said. There wasn’t a part of it he didn’t believe.

That was five years ago.

Never before had Father McCarthy had such a dream. He saw Heaven and Hell both, the doors closing as the amount of souls trickling in came to an overwhelming number. God and Lucifer themselves said no more, and shut out the world the Father and his flock inhabited completely. Such action would not go unnoticed.

It was at this moment that the dead would be dead no longer. The moment they would pass, their souls would slam back into their bodies, but something would change. They would cry tears of blood, their veins would blacken as their skin turned white. They would rise, hungry for blood and flesh. Attacking everyone they came into contact with, they would spread like fire as they killed, until there was nothing left of the human population. They would destroy everything in a matter of months.

Father McCarthy knew what he needed to do.

Taking it upon himself to save those that lived around him, the man had five years to do all that he needed to do to save the people of Chicago. He would do whatever he needed to in the time he had to save them. To save you.

Hello and welcome to my zombie survival roleplay. Getting over my fear of Zombies has made me completely and utterly obsessed with them, with me consuming any and all zombie media (although I’m still too afraid to play Resident Evil), and ultimately leading me to want to host a zombie RP! I’m thinking that this RP will be more designed to be user run, with almost all events and story progression happening by user and character made ideas.

If that sounds interesting to you, please let me know!
Feel free to join the discord!



Below is a list of things to pick from to create our zombies. Let me know what you think, or what you'd like to see as far as zombies go. The consensus so far is that mutated zombies are going to be added in, eventually, so if you have any ideas you'd like to see incorporated let me know.



Please submit your character sheet for approval before putting it over in the character section.

We will always be accepting new survivors into our midst.

@Rodiak@NaturalTendency@Juicebox@CollectorOfMyst@Shovel
@Rodiak
Mid West, namely Chicago.
@Rodiak@NaturalTendency@Juicebox@CollectorOfMyst
Got the character sheet made so you guys can start working on your character before I post the OOC, if you want. Also the discord link is in the post above this.



I'm so happy with everyone's input! I'll go through and kinda tally up what everyone's for, and we can discuss it further in the discord!. I work today and tomorrow, so the OOC will for sure be up within the next few days, and probably before Christmas.
Awesome! I'll probably wait for a few more people before I make the OOC or a discord.

I'm loving the idea of mixing up the types though. I'd think that if they do decay, they wouldn't die. They could lose limbs as they go, from decay, but they can only die if the brain gets damaged somehow. I do really really like the idea that the zombies degrade overtime, though. The roleplay will start out at the very beginning of everything, so at first we'll be experiencing fast, I think. If people agree with that.
Mutated zombies should probably also progress overtime, so they won't be at the start, I'm thinking.
For Whom the Bell Tolls



Death is coming. Ask not for whom the bell tolls. Ring the bell for thyself to know.


It all started with a dream. A dream that showed him - proved to him - that God was real and that he was chosen to do something greater than any man. A dream that screamed a story of agony and death, of painful destruction, of the world ending around him. He was to be a modern Noah. He was to usher the people of this world into a new age, just as the dream said. There wasn’t a part of it he didn’t believe.

That was five years ago.

Never before had Father McCarthy had such a dream. He saw Heaven and Hell both, the doors closing as the amount of souls trickling in came to an overwhelming number. God and Lucifer themselves said no more, and shut out the world the Father and his flock inhabited completely. Such action would not go unnoticed.

It was at this moment that the dead would be dead no longer. The moment they would pass, their souls would slam back into their bodies, but something would change. They would cry tears of blood, their veins would blacken as their skin turned white. They would rise, hungry for blood and flesh. Attacking everyone they came into contact with, they would spread like fire as they killed, until there was nothing left of the human population. They would destroy everything in a matter of months.

Father McCarthy knew what he needed to do.

Taking it upon himself to save those that lived around him, the man had five years to do all that he needed to do to save the people of Chicago. He would do whatever he needed to in the time he had to save them. To save you.

Hello and welcome to my zombie survival roleplay. Getting over my fear of Zombies has made me completely and utterly obsessed with them, with me consuming any and all zombie media (although I’m still too afraid to play Resident Evil), and ultimately leading me to want to host a zombie RP! I’m thinking that this RP will be more designed to be user run, with almost all events and story progression happening by user and character made ideas.

If that sounds interesting to you, please let me know!

There will eventually be a discord made for OOC chatter, so plots, ideas, and character progression can be discussed.



Below is a list of things to pick from to create our zombies. Feel free to throw this in your interested post, so we can get some votes started!


I will post a character sheet in the OOC, if this gets enough traction.
Thanks for reading! Have a swell day.
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