SyrianHamster

Of Steam and Ambition -

Serpentine88 said
@Syrian: I apologize I claimed 3 unknowing you already had it, I'll remove my claim on that region in the nation dump.

I appreciate your compromise, many thanks.

Looks like you're in a good position to influence things!

Of Steam and Ambition -

Did nay realise this had launched. Been checking in on the interest check daily, and thinking "huh, did everyone just die?"... thought maybe you guys were all on the same ill-fated plane or something. Little did I know, here you all are.

I've reposted my NS, and have claimed regions 2 and 3. Don't think I saw anyone trying to nab them?

The Government, Nationalists and Communists will be taking benefactors now. I'm happy to pre-arrange this, prior to the game starting. For anyone unsure, the Government is fighting against change - if anyone doesn't want to see a bunch of emotional patriots taking force there, or riled up peasants for that matter, then they'd best fund them.

Whatever side wins, will be who I ultimately play as. Proxy wars welcome.

Kingdom Animalia: Bleak Dawn

ChadsWorth The Thrid said
Still room for a goat? I love these things.

Plenty of room for goats.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

It's been five minutes, everyone you can come out now, it's safe!

Dragon, you bailing on me brah? Oh no wait you're one of dem females. Ahem.

Dragon, you bailing on me bra?

See what I did there? I know, I'm right up there with Frankie Boyle.

Anyways, I'm going to have to turn in, because it's late for me. You'll have to wait til tomorrow for a reply, if you do post. If you're stuck for what to do, just pretend it's TWD computer game, and there's four boxes in front of you saying: "Do the right thing", "Be a dick", "Do something random" or "..."

Happy trails :D

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xiledx said
Like you should shove a rotten banana down someone's throat until he dies.

Found some guy passed out once. I got him on his feet, gave him a blood bag and an epi-pen. Nursed him back to health, I did. Then I shot him in the face because he'd killed my friend the day before.

I can still remember it like it was yesterday:

"What ya upto Ash?"

"Nowt, just helping some poor guy out"

"Haha, okay. Where are you?"

"One grid down from (forgotten town name)"

"Oh yeh I got killed down there yesterday, by some twat called Koolkudos44"

*pause*

"Ash?"

"He can't hurt you any more..."

Many lols ensued.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

wolverbells said
I can't wait until all of our characters meet up!

I know. You guys have loads of good stuff, I'm going to murder you all and take it. Then I'm going to sit around the newbie spawning area and mow down any new comers with my megalolz load out.

Yes. DayZ has taught me much about surviving the zombie apocalypse.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Scenario #3

Scenario: CVS Pharmacy/North Grace Street
Scenario Type: Open
Scenario Post Frequency: At least 1 per 48 hours, or I ask for GM’s approval on DayZing your char ‘n looting his/her stuff.
Max Players: 3
Current Players: SyrianHamster, Dragonbud
Loot Level: Maybe, maybe not.
Walker Density: Low.
Bandits: There's a good chance.

Hannah’s Group

Members: Hannah Banks, Camellia Morgan, Woodrow Hepburn, Oskar Rennold.
Weapon Pool: M14 (1 x 11), M4A1 CQCR (1 x 24), Winchester Model 70 (x20), Heavy Duty Tyre Wrench
Vehicle: Humvee | 40% Fuel | 25% Condition | Seats 6
Equipment Pool: Apache helmet, military radio, 2 x can of baked beans, box of stale bran flakes, map of Chicago, protein mix.
Location:Outside of the pharmacy.

"You're doing great kid," said Hannah, twisting in the passenger seat to check the Camellia situation. "I know first aid too, but this big mama's gotta be up front. Besides, I'm so wired I'd probably make things worse."

"Where we going?" Oskar asked, spinning the steering wheel to avoid a group of walkers amassed on the road. "I'm running out of clear tarmac."

Hannah looked back towards the front, and took in their location. She knew Chicago well, having visited the city several times in better days, but she hadn't ventured out into the suburbs. The HUMVEE's inbuilt GPS had been torn from its socket some time ago, judging by the thick dust on the ugly mass of wires jutting from a hole in the front of the dashboard.

Figures.

A sign passed them by, heavily faded from twelve months of neglect. Hannah made out a familiar and much cherished word in this fallen world, and made a decision.

"Take the next right," she said.

Oskar shrugged; as far as he was concerned, if Hannah had a plan, then that was good enough for him. No need for questions. He slowed the vehicle down, and guided it around the burnt out husk of a bus. The walkers were thinning out, and with bit a of luck, they'd left the herd that was chasing them far behind. A junction came up ahead, and as Hannah had instructed, he took the right.

The road went on for some time, and Oskar felt uneasy at the lack of mechanical carnage that was so common elsewhere across the city's transport routes. Cars that would have clogged the way, seemed to have been moved to the side; corpses littered the area, and crudely painted signs dotted the side walks. He looked at the former Apache pilot questioningly, but she merely stared on unconcerned.

Camellia moaned from the back seat, and for a moment Oskar thought she had turned; he took his eyes from the road to look into the HUMVEE's cracked rear view mirror just to make sure.

"WATCH OUT!" Screamed Hannah.

Something hard hit the front of the hummer, sending the speeding vehicle at a sudden right angle. The sound of grinding metal blotted out Oskar's senses, and in a fit of panick he hit the breaks - just as Hannah tried to fight him for the controls. The sudden friction on the tyres added to the HUMVEE's faltering trajectory, and it flipped over onto its roof in a clumsy, yet powerful display of driver error. It skidded for fifty feet, before coming to a gradual standstill on the middle of the road.

***

"Yeah fuck you, fuck you and fuck you," spat Woody, hacking away at the writhing wall of limbs with his good arm, and the rusted hatchet he'd found in some poor bastard's tool shed.

The walkers only seemed egged on by his enthusiasm, and they pushed ever harder to buckle the flimsy wooden barrier the old man had come to call his Alamo. Their jaws snapped at him through holes in the shed's wall, whilst bloody fingers extended themselves beyond their reasonable reach in an attempt to clasp him. The only thing keeping them at bay, despite the old man's hatchet, was the work bench he'd shoved against the structure's interior. The walkers couldn't get behind him, the hedge flaking either side was too thick for them to push into. He could run, but for now, he was done running.

He coughed suddenly; blood gurgled up through his throat, and into his mouth. He winced at the foul taste, knowing full well he was sampling the flavours of infection. He spat it onto the floor, and grimaced at its black colouring.

"I aint goin' out like this, you fucking bastards," he cursed, hacking at an arm as it reached for him. The appendage fell lifelessly to the floor soon after. "I'm gonna die somewhere peaceful, I'm gonna die somewhere with the sun shining on my black ass, and you, well, YOU ALL GONNA DIE!"

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

threedawg said
Oh OK, I figured it out. When I left the room, I put my headphones on my keyboard and it must have depressed F5. If I left for a couple of hours we would have been on page 100 so thank your lucky stars I came back when I did.

By this, he of course means that he sat there clicking refresh like an R-tard twenty straight times! :P

Dragonbud said
-crawls out of pile, is now a zombie-but yeah I have no idea where we should be going.

Only one thing for it then. I get drunk on Hobgoblin, post naked pictures of myself all over this thread, and then pass out half way through making a bacon sandwich.

Stay tuned! Post inbound.

EDIT: Posted. Dragon, what you do here is up to you. Run. Check for survivors. Be impaled on a piece of jagged metal. S'all upto you buddy.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Dude, stop refreshing the page when it goes blank! We've been through this, you're scaring people. For all I know Dragon tried to respond to me, but got buried alive under the avalanche and is stuck. How long can someone live for when buried under posts? 2 days? Well she's dead then, aint no way we're getting her out of that. Thanks!

... on another note:

I've got an urge to replay both seasons, being the biggest troll I possibly can. Just like, fuck with everyone in the group, see where it gets me. Friendless probably, but it'd be worth it.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

X RATED SPOILERS

Hahaha, you know what? I've spent all day thinking about it. I told Jane to go fuck herself, literally, with an iron stick. Was so mad. The funny thing was, after about ten minutes of stupidly staring at my desktop screen, I realised that the characters meant something to me. Can't say games often do that. Worried I'm going to go to sleep and find Kenny chasing me through my dreams yelling "WHY!? WHY!?" ... yup, gonna have to go back for him.