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Post by ImperialRedDragon on Feb 14, 2007 21:25:37 GMT -5
Eh, I found it circa August 2005, I was talking to some of my friends online and they were playing it, so I fucked around with it, I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I stopped for a while, then when confronted by absolute boredom in study hall a couple of months later, I gave it another shot and got into it.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Feb 14, 2007 21:33:48 GMT -5
Not sure thats exactly "IN CHARACTER" per say...but hey, this whole RP thing will take some getting used to for some people.
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Post by ImperialRedDragon on Feb 14, 2007 21:35:48 GMT -5
Oh, an RP backstory? I thought it was "How did you start playing?"
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Feb 14, 2007 21:38:56 GMT -5
Maybe if you refer to "IT" as "THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE" Then it would make sense...
For example...
"Eh, I found the zombie ravaged city of Malton circa August 2005, I was talking to some of my friends online and they were fighting to the death, so I fucked around with the idea of glorious battle, I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I stopped for a while, then when confronted by absolute boredom and the certainty of death in study hall a couple of months later, I gave it another shot and got into it."
There, I edited it up for you. Stay classy.
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Post by ImperialRedDragon on Feb 14, 2007 21:50:32 GMT -5
Nah, that doesn't work for me.
It was October, 1985, when those undead bastards started terrorizing the city. There's no room for cannibalism, not in my town, by god. I wrangled up some of my buddies from Nam and went after the goddamn commie bastards with everything we had. I lost my entire platoon that day. 58 goddamn men, all good Marines. By jingo, those commie bastards with their goddamn bamboo pungee sticks and their trip wires...it came down to three of us, with Charlie all over the place, hiding in the streets, in the buildings...they came from outta nowhere. We gave all we had, the ground was carpeted with spent shell casings and decomposed bodies. We lost Johnny early in the battle, but by god, he was one of the best men I knew. I didn't know what to tell his wife until I saw her eating his pancreas. It was down to Tex and I. We had nothing but a plastic tree and my bayonette between us. I don't remember what happened, but by god, I had Jehovah by my side. By the time I realized what had happened, there were none left, and my bayonette was coated with bits of Charlie's flesh. I looked around for Tex, but he was nowhere to be found...then I saw him. He became one of those commie bastards, too. He tried lunging at my neck, but I plunged my blade into his goddamn commie temple. 27 years later, and I'm still fighting, by god....
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