@themadhatter420 me tooooo
- Last Seen: 10 yrs ago
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 1294 (0.32 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Pripovednik 11 yrs ago
Status
Recent Statuses
10 yrs ago
Current
NEW THINGS ARGH!
10 yrs ago
Hey all, it's not my birthday today! :D
1
like
10 yrs ago
FU bots you can...leave please
10 yrs ago
Did...did I miss the bots?
2
likes
11 yrs ago
MY BIRTHDAY Y'ALL
6
likes
Bio
I exist, it's that simple.
ACCEPT IT AND MOVE ON! YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD!
Most Recent Posts
In
Go through the Alphabet before someone posts a My Little Pony Picture
→
11 yrs ago
Forum: Spam Forum
Jay Jay Go Cray Cray
Scream "Over here" then run like 
Post soon :)
@Leon5431Loved your post :)
Distraction and speed usually...
@noxlux
Isaac heard a voice behind the door and he was damned if he was going to let another human flip onto the 'dark side'. Slicing through as much as he could, throwing what he couldn’t down the stairs, Isaac cleared the door way after a minute of gruelling work, his hands covered in cuts and splinters. Trying the door, it was locked. Just his luck.
"Get away from the door!" he yelled - through the thick wooden sheet that stood between him and a life.
Running up the stairs he jumped from the top and onto the small bar below the level above and swung his legs forward, letting his body follow. The door collapsed under his weight after his feet pushed it half open over the lock. Landing on top of the door, he looked at the woman with her pistol in her hand and noticed she had just dropped an empty mag.
"Reload." he said.
Pulling one of the tables from the other side of the door at the bottom of the stairs, he blocked the dusty hallways up as best he could against the gang of perhaps a dozen or more walkers making their way toward the two of them. Kneeling on his good knee, he readied his rifle and aimed - fired. Pulling the bolt back and seeing the case fly onto the floor he fired in the walkers again.
He heard the click of a reloading pistol, and continued to shoot. In tandem the two survivors shot into the dead that walked unflinchingly towards them, knocking them down as they came. And that’s all they seemed to do, keep coming.
Isaac heard a voice behind the door and he was damned if he was going to let another human flip onto the 'dark side'. Slicing through as much as he could, throwing what he couldn’t down the stairs, Isaac cleared the door way after a minute of gruelling work, his hands covered in cuts and splinters. Trying the door, it was locked. Just his luck.
"Get away from the door!" he yelled - through the thick wooden sheet that stood between him and a life.
Running up the stairs he jumped from the top and onto the small bar below the level above and swung his legs forward, letting his body follow. The door collapsed under his weight after his feet pushed it half open over the lock. Landing on top of the door, he looked at the woman with her pistol in her hand and noticed she had just dropped an empty mag.
"Reload." he said.
Pulling one of the tables from the other side of the door at the bottom of the stairs, he blocked the dusty hallways up as best he could against the gang of perhaps a dozen or more walkers making their way toward the two of them. Kneeling on his good knee, he readied his rifle and aimed - fired. Pulling the bolt back and seeing the case fly onto the floor he fired in the walkers again.
He heard the click of a reloading pistol, and continued to shoot. In tandem the two survivors shot into the dead that walked unflinchingly towards them, knocking them down as they came. And that’s all they seemed to do, keep coming.
@TheIrishJJ Accepted.:)
Name: Elro Gallantera.
Gender: Male.
Nationality: Portuguese.
Age: 27.
Profession/Role: Muscle and shifter of goods.
Skills (practical): Engineering (mechanical) and construction of bridges/barricades with meagre resources.
Skills (specific): Good with his knuckle dusters, has an unnaturally potent sense of smell and an avid motorcyclist/quad biker.
Bio: Elro was practically born on the island; when he was taken from a passing ship along the east of the isles, the crew and passengers were killed including his mother. Elro was taken in by one of the men on the job and was raised between some of the older men, who missed their sons and families, of Wahid’s men as their child from the age of only a few months. At the age of 5 he was mangled by a young leopard. He was lucky enough that it didn’t go for his throat first, as he was able to scream for help and the leopard was killed. He wears the leopard skin to this day over his right shoulder, along with the scar it left him across the left of his face.
He has risen through the ranks of Wahid’s men to become the leader of the ‘Gallantera Gunrunners’, who do the majority of transport on the islands, as well as the basic military missions on occasion.
Gender: Male.
Nationality: Portuguese.
Age: 27.
Profession/Role: Muscle and shifter of goods.
Skills (practical): Engineering (mechanical) and construction of bridges/barricades with meagre resources.
Skills (specific): Good with his knuckle dusters, has an unnaturally potent sense of smell and an avid motorcyclist/quad biker.
Bio: Elro was practically born on the island; when he was taken from a passing ship along the east of the isles, the crew and passengers were killed including his mother. Elro was taken in by one of the men on the job and was raised between some of the older men, who missed their sons and families, of Wahid’s men as their child from the age of only a few months. At the age of 5 he was mangled by a young leopard. He was lucky enough that it didn’t go for his throat first, as he was able to scream for help and the leopard was killed. He wears the leopard skin to this day over his right shoulder, along with the scar it left him across the left of his face.
He has risen through the ranks of Wahid’s men to become the leader of the ‘Gallantera Gunrunners’, who do the majority of transport on the islands, as well as the basic military missions on occasion.
© 2007-2026