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The Big Bang

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The Big Bang

It was the night of Friday the weekend just starting and Blake was on his computer, listening to his online friends playfully argue with each other over petty things, while Blake himself was running around as his orc character killing squirrels with his high level bow, Blake was completely bored out of his mind. He shut down the game and told them he was getting off. After shut off his dual-screen monitors and computer he push open his two-way phone seeing the the time only read 10:02 pm, he let out a groan of absolute boredom.

'This is suppose to be the most amazing year of my life, yet I'm doing the same things I've always done...' he thought.

He swiveled his chair around now facing his bedroom door. He looked around the room taking in the few posters he had hanging or taped to the room walls with a medium sized shelf stacked half with comic books and the rest of the space filled in with cases of various video games. He wanted to try something new, not cooped up in his home playing computer games with his buddies online, not taking time to discover and read up on the studies of mythological lore, he wanted to actually do something different this time, something exciting. Since it was just the pinnacle high of the night sky he contemplated on whether or not he should see should go out to the party that was being talked about so highly of, but the downside to this event, he wasn't invited.

It's not that he didn't have any friends to talk or to hang out with while he grew up, it's just that he either wasn't invited to social gatherings or he never really paid them any attention, Blake was more of the kind of guy who was awkward but still cool kind of person. Whenever he did go to any events, other than that of live role playing, he would just stand around looking at everyone chatting with each other or dancing to the music around him. Blake wanted to change that, to be more, to live out the lifestyle of a stereotypical high school kid for one night as seen in movies and TV shows, Blake was going out and was going to party!

~An hour later~

He managed to get past his parents by telling them he was out to stay the night at a friends place. He walked a few blocks down his neighborhood then managed to call in a cab using his phone and after a seemingly lengthy trip, he arrived at the place were it would happen, and boy was the place going. The bass of the music could be heard before he even saw the building, there were people outside the place dancing like the music was controlling them as they were jumping and flailing about. in a rhythmic style. As he started to step out the driver halted him, wanting his cab fair of $20.00, but he had forgotten his wallet, lost in his mindset of doing something other then his usual days. He stared stammering with his words, while trying to explain himself as to why he couldn't pay the fair. The driver threatened to call the police, but Blake was suddenly grabbed by someone, yanking him out of the cab then rushed towards the warehouse.

He was basically dragged by the person wearing a white bucket hat with a neon pink glow stick necklace. The hat had kept their hair hidden, so he couldn't tell if they were a boy or a girl from the back especially since the lights in the warehouse were flashing on and off in different hues of color. When he couldn't hear the yelling of the cab driver, drowned out by the music playing, they stopped among the hugely crowded place to witness the huge wave of people moving to the beat of the music and now that he was actually inside the place, he moved up closer behind the person that brought him inside. "Can I have my arm back now?!" he had to half shout. The person let go of his arm and then walked into the crowd without even looking back towards him. "Hey, wait!" Blake shouted as he tried to reach for them, but his voice was drowned out and they had meshed in with massive crowd. Now Blake standing still as everyone partied on, but he knew that if he didn't join in as well he'd be left behind in the dust, so he just started doing what everyone else was doing as well, he started to party as if it were his first and last party ever. As Blake himself danced with himself and with some of the girls for a good while, his phone vibrated inside his pocket. He stopped to check and see who it was, and it was a text from his mother.

Hope you made it there alright and having a good time with your friend, just wanted to check-in and say goodnight. - Mom

Blake was never really one to lie to his mother, since he never got into a whole bunch of trouble, but this was a huge one to make and one he was willing to risk for one night of fun.


Don't worry, I'm having the time of my life! - Blake

He before closing his phone, he checked the time, it was 12:15 am, he still had time until he had to leave to actually go to his friend's house he just hoped that he was still up when he got over to the place. As he closed his phone the power inside the place suddenly died out, the music stopped and everyone was booing and moaning. Then everything hit the fan, this happened a little over a week ago...

"Please don't see me, please don't see me!" Blake was running late for his history class, the first one of the day. He tried to sneak in through the window while his teacher had their back turned focused on writing the lesson on the board, it would've worked if it wasn't for his pant leg getting caught up in the window seal resulting in him tripping inside and hitting a desk on the way down in. Everyone was trying to keep their laughs held in as he landed on the floor. He didn't even bother moving, he knew it was inevitable that he was caught, but just a small sliver of hope was still in him. Hope that he woul-

"Mr. Blake Smith, I believe that is a week worth of after school detention with me, don't you think??" his teacher Mrs. Johnson said without even having to turn around or stop writing the lesson on the white board.

"Damn It!" He said aloud, but then he realized what he just said himself, but more so where he was. He remained on the ground as the high heel clicks on the floor came closer until the were standing just a few feet away from him. "You can add an extra hour to each day for that as well."

'I wish that things were back to normal. . .' he thought to himself as he stood up and walked over to his seat in the back row and slunked his head down onto his desk, feeling completely flushed and humiliated.

"Alright everyone, get out your notes and we'll continue from where we started, which would be... Europe: Russian history and culture." Mrs. Johnson said to her class.

As much as Blake, liked history and was a wiz at it, he didn't feel like wanting to have anything to do with it, he wanted to discover more of his new fond powers he obtained after he got bit too excited when he was at another event. He started to reminisce on the memory of what took place a few days a go when he was suppose to fight off the opposing army of 150 people to his small army of 40, he managed to take down 126 of them alone. He was able to see their movements as if they were in slow motion, but he moved quicker then any of them, and people were taken aback but his sudden yet speedy take downs on each opponent.

"Blake!" He snapped back into reality and looked at his teacher who shouted his name and was now staring at him like a hawk. "Who was the leader of the Soviet Union until his death in 1953?" Blake didn't need to look at his notes to answer a child's play question.

"Joseph Stalin."

She sighed, "Yes, but you need to stop drooling back there and pay attention." She turned back to the white board, going back to teaching the class. He started to pay attention himself, not wanting to get into anymore trouble, but then his phone vibrated. He looked towards his teacher to make sure that she was still turned around and pulled out his phone to see that he had a text message, but it wasn't from anyone he knew.


'Probably just more spam for car insurance' he thought to himself, but once he opened the message it wasn't at all what he was expecting.


For our lives now, for everyone we know and love, its us versus them.

I don't know who exactly is the 'them' of that line, but we have something deeper here.

That explosion, the party itself, there's no coincidence here. We were set up from the start to be exposed to whatever that stuff was.

They've been at it for some time now, slowly picking up some of the other people who were there that night. Some willingly joining them, most probably not though.

They're the others too, the ones who mutated their minds are gone, twisted into some kind of monster beyond all human form. Or using their powers for greed, or just plain chaos.

I made sure you're the only person I want seeing this message, its encrypted, and will be completely wiped from existence as soon as I find out you read it. They might think of you as a menace now, some kind of threat, but I know you have it in you to do something about all this, the right thing to do. As for who I am? Just call me Apollo for now. Trust me, I might be the only 'friend' you have anymore.

As soon as I hear back from you, meet me at the janitor's closet in the west hall after school. Once you're there, we can get this show on the road.

"What the fuc-"

"Mr. Blake... Why don't you come on up here and teach the class?"

'... I just can't catch a break' he said to himself.

"Yes Mrs. Johnson." he said as he reluctantly stood up and made his way to the board.

'This damn "Apollo" dude better be worth my time, otherwise we are going to have a problem.' he thought again to himself, determined on finding out who just landed him his teacher's job for the rest of the class period.

The Big Bang

@DrewVonAwesome @Asuna Yuuki @Mr Allen J @Gooblefly @Citali @Predacon Lets get this party started! Pun intended :)

"Broken Souls" - Zombie Survival (Closed)

The smell of smoke and fire was thick and heavy in the air. The screams of men, woman and even children resonated throughout the pillage and chaos. People were scrambling and trampling over each other past the military blockade setup in the middle of Times Square. The soldiers armed to the teeth, began setting themselves in formation behind a concrete barrier with their guns fixed on the thousands of walkers moving towards them in a slowly trudged pace. Adrian was rushing out of a clothing store with his blue travel bag, but stopped and watched the horror that unfolded. "You fire on my command and my command only!" shouted a high ranking officer. The line of thirty foot soldiers, ten Heavy Turret Guns and three mortars behind the barriers had their sights fixed on walkers coming at them.

The commander raised his and in the air ready to signal the order as they were now less then a hundred feet from them. "Sir! they are getting to close sir!" shouted one solider. "Hold that trigger finger solider!" retorted the commanding officer. They were less then 60 feet from the barriers and some of the soldiers began to fidget. "Sir, give the order!" shouted one of the Humvee gunners, "Keep those fingers dry! Do not fire unless I say!" He bellowed to the troops with anger as the dead now were forty feet away. Adrian decided to do something rather then have them all die a meaningless death, he got closer to the line, huddling down next to an occupied Humvee and shouted the command himself. "Fire!" As soon as he said it, he started running, not wanting to be around the carnage that was ensuing, but the commanding infuriated he looked behind his defensive line and spotted Adrian running from the area. The commander then pulled out his handgun and turned firing off two shoots at him...

He awoke gasping for air. A cold sheen of sweat formed over his head as his heart beat against his chest like a race horse. He sat up in a hurry and snatched up his bag rummaging for his phone due to the low fire having died down some while he was slept. Once found he turned the device on and found that it was only 12:56am, he had been asleep for only about an hour and a half. He turned his phone back off letting out an agitated breath. 'It wasn't my fault... they all would've senselessly died if I hadn't said it!' He reached at his shoulder and lightly touched at the covered bullet wound that hit him.

He shook his head and placed his phone back inside the bag as he then took out the only clean towel he managed to find, inside the small apartment, then wiped off the sweat that had accumulated over his face. As he put the towel itself back inside the bag he stood back up to his feet and placed on his body gear, he didn't to place on the rest as a result of him never sleeping without the shin guards or arm guards on, as it nearly cost him his life when a hugely tall, walker managed to nearly reach him. His first initial outbreak weeks, he stayed in some high placed scaffolding in an alleyway as it nearly bit his limply hanging arm when he was sleeping.

He put out the makeshift fire of furniture, grabbing his crowbar and bag as well, then he silently removed the wooden chair. Peeking outside the hall to make sure it was clear to which his relief it was, then proceeded out the door to see if he could find a suitable and secure place to hold up for more than just a few days. The raiders had been scavenging and searching areas more often lately then he'd usually see and once they came, the dead were usually not that far from them, he didn't want to be around if both parties ended up coming around.

Fallout - The Empire Wasteland (New York)

Really Interested, Can't Pass Up A Fallout Rp For Nothing :)

"Broken Souls" - Zombie Survival (Closed)

@ViolentViolet No problem at all.

@SwarthyBard126 Try for at lest two paragraphs, want to have a bit of detail in each post.

Tag Problems, Any Help Would Be Nice :)

@HeySeuss I Think I'm Good For Now, Also That's the Thing I Didn't Post It In The Free Section, I Made Sure I Was In Casual, But For Now I'm Good If I Ever Have Another Situation Like This I'll Double Check Thank You Though For Taking Your Time To Help Me, You As Well @Ellri

"Broken Souls" - Zombie Survival (Closed)

@ViolentViolet Completely understandable

The Big Bang

Name: Blake Smith

Age: 17 - Senior

Codename: "Phaser"

Powers:
Adrenaline Enhanceed - Blake has the gained abilty to manually control his adrenal glads and the output of adrenaline pumped into throughout his entire body system. Having this ability has it's own unqiue perks and risks when using this ability, for example whenever he feels a rush waving over him, he starts to feel he can move faster, spot and react to things faster. When this is combined with his skill of using hand weapons he is faster then any swordsman ever named in history, making his skills unmatched with this combination, but at the same time he is unable to stop the rush of strength and speed if he doesn't keep his mind mentally stable which could send him to the over the edge to insanity and only having the thought of gaining any type of excitement whether it was in the heat moment of battle or just the possible thought of killing anything. . .

Plasma Energy - Blake has the ability of controlling the power of plasma, but he is only able to use it over his weapons giving of a green hue of burning energy over his weapons when used for enchantment, coating himself in it as well giving him an extra set protection and keeping others at bay or using it as a weapon it's self focusing the coverage of it on his hands and feet whenever needed to use it when he was out of a blades reach. Even with the use of the green plasma he could only use it on what he focused it on if he were to use it on all together it wouldn't be of any use as it would disperses with ease, but still causing a small amount of damage as well.

Appearance

He stood at 5'10 and weighed 195 pounds. His main attire consisted of any type of plaid shirts over his t-shirts with either a pair of black or blue jeans, or a pair of cargo shorts and he only liked Levi shoes, he never understood what was the big deal with owning a pair of Jordan's that ranged over two hundred dollars.

Costume

School clubs or achievements: Blake's hobby in Fencing and Sword-Dueling has been his favorite pastime whenever he isn't swamped with loads of schoolwork or exceptionally huge research projects. He has also, in secrecy from his family's judgment, has took his fair share in participating in some live action role playing events that took place in different parts in the city giving him a bit more wider range on the types of meele weapons used during the old years of Renaissance. There wasn't a bladed weapon he thought he wasn't capable of using."

Brief bio: Blake, he was a true to the heart geek, he might not look like it at all, but he was indeed a handsome looking one. from reading comics and learning the lore and backgrounds of his favorite heros and villains to having an entire collections on Greek mythology. It was his true passion, and that was something he was proud of being, but his parents they never understood why or when he was interested into the weird things, they called it, he found joyful. They were still proud parents nonetheless of his accomplishments and seeing him getting ready for the next stage in his life after he graduated, College. Blake was excited as well and wanted to celebrate it, by going out to the party, which he was not invited to, but he went anyway.

"Broken Souls" - Zombie Survival (Closed)

@ViolentViolet It's force of habit I picked up doing some rp in my "WoW" days, I try not to though, it just happened sometimes, and I don't even realize it. Sorry

@Dondude Solo---->Smaller Group---->Larger Group.