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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 15, 2008 14:52:48 GMT -5
I'm an amateur writer, and i;ve been playing urban dead for awhile. Under other accounts, which were all deleted and this one as well. I just wanted to see if the community wanted a weekly story. Made up but believeable. Just wanted to see your opinions. Yay or Nay?
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 15, 2008 14:55:27 GMT -5
Yeah, if I'm in it.
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 15, 2008 18:11:03 GMT -5
If i can get you in a few series i will.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 15, 2008 19:31:08 GMT -5
If my 2 most well known characters (Axe Hack and DJSpinbad) make a cameo appearance, then go ahead. If you wanna add my lesser known 3rd character (SomeoneDead) go ahead.
As a side-note:
Axe Hack = PKer
DJSpinbad = Survivor
SomeoneDead = Zambah
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 15, 2008 20:17:29 GMT -5
By the way, Axe, I made a suckup to you. Apprentice Axe Hack. XD He'd follow your char around persistently being annoying.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 15, 2008 21:53:43 GMT -5
I already moved him to Malton Manhunt games for legal PKing...now you wanna spoof that new cgi Star Wars movie now? Wow...
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 15, 2008 22:19:58 GMT -5
alright. i'll set up some shit for this monday. I'll definately throw u guys in here and there.
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 17, 2008 2:12:26 GMT -5
(1st issue a day early)
Hazy red light burns into Jakob's eyes. The black window blinds didn't quite protect him from the rising sun. "Dammit...." He gets up and looks out the window. Smog and clouds blocked most of it out, but sure as death the sun shone through with all it's former brilliance. Every day used to be like that with shining suns and clear skies, Jakob thought, until Necrotech came into the town.
No one really knows what happened. The next day after Necrotech arrived with major facilities however, it started. Thousands of patients in hospitals with bite wounds, high fever, rotting brains, and numerous other dangerous symptoms. Almost all patients died, except for a few Necrotech doctors, who were issued strange blue syringes. They would immediately check out the moment after. Hospital morgues filled up....and then they emptied into the street. Corpses walking among the living, like a real life horror flick. Jakob was at home, starting his life alone in Ridleybank. Just recently 22 and out of college, Jakob had a degree in leisure studies. He had also recently qualified for a gun in his private security course, and had picked it up the day before. The last thing he would do would be relaxing, however.
Jakob was driving home from the Blackmore Building, of which he had been providing security for. He was halfway to his apartment in the Hollbrook motel, when he saw a scene unlike any other at St. Georges Hospital. A man was running around with another man on his back, who was chewing on his skull. Jakob stopped dead on the road. The running man fell down, dying or dead, as the other continued chewing. Dark red blood flowed from the dead man's head, and the chewer(as Jakob would call them) was just as bloody. He had one eye, and a large array of scars and oddities. Shrap teeth ripped through flesh as Jakob stared in horror. He spied a nametag of the chewer on his uniform. 'Sarp k' It was missing a letter. Then the chewer stopped, and looked at Jakob.
Brain and fluid dripped from his...its mouth. Then, it seemed to smile. It pointed at Jakob. "HARMAN GAH DAN" It spoke in garbled speech. It pointed to the ground. With a speed that was lighting quick, it jolted to Jakob's car window and grabbed his arm. Jakob, reaching between the seat in his '89 Honda, pulled out his gun, and killed someone for the first time. A beautiful headshot, though Jakob didn't think so at the time. He didn't think he could kill so easy. Shock didn't allow him to feel emotion however, and the rush of adrenaline told him to get the fuck out of there. He floored the gas, passing by others killing and being killed. As he rounded the corner, he couldn't believe what he saw. He still did not believe it to this day. His kill, his first kill ever, stood up.
He could never be sure, as he saw from the corner of his eye. He was certain that the number of living to chewers was going down. He watched the news everyday. Ron Burgundy tried to be his normal, comical, serious self. But reporting on how "zombies" were trapping kids in school buses, raiding abortion clinics, and ripping people to pieces in the street in broad daylight never helped with one's psyche. Ron and Jakob's scotch consumption had tripled since the start, and only stopped once the news and scotch disappeared from view and reach. Now, all Jakob watched was old NFL games he taped, along with the occasional dirty movie.
Jakob opened the blind all the way, shielding his eyes with the other hand. The light disappeared no sooner than he opened the blind, and a hazy glow now lit up the city. He saw zeds, chewers, whatever they were, standing in the street. Sleeping. He got up and walked to his coffee machine. He threw in some Malton's Special Blend. He kicked the generator in the corner of the room, and both started up. He picked up a can of hairspray and pulled out his lighter. There was an old couch in the fireplace. He shot flames at it.
Jakob sat on his chair with a plate of burned toast and a cup of shitty coffee, as he watched Baywatch. This was a regular day for Jakob. But, that was about to change. It was all about to change. His life, his situation, the city. All of it.
Jakob then noticed something during the commercials. The door. A normal, blue door in the Hollbrook Motel. It included a triple lock system, and a shitty handle, which was always slick. He locked it everytime he returned from zed hunting or grocery shopping. But now it was different. Now, it was open.
"Sorry, let myself in." A voice caused Jakob to hurl his breakfast down and draw his 9mm toward the bathroom. A man walked out. He was carrying a Necrotech case. "My name....isn't really important. Just call me The DJ." He smiled at Jakob, who was on the brink of insanity. "Tell me...Jakob Grayson. How would you like to save the world today?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 17, 2008 17:20:08 GMT -5
Well...I see a little Elbow Room here and there...
As a side note...DJSpinbad really is a DJ...The NecroTech cases I just randomly threw in the Elbow Room as "something the DJ looted from the nearby NecroTech building".
But all in all, not too shabby.
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 17, 2008 17:50:05 GMT -5
anything specific you'd like to have on as clothes? i was going to get descriptive on that but i didn't know what i should put. by the way, thanks for killing me, alex and magatsu you fucker  |
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 17, 2008 18:39:46 GMT -5
Who says your dead? You might be the only one who survived. Well...OK...maybe albub might be the only one... And clothing? Um...Check my wiki page for profile links of my 3 Malton characters. |
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 18, 2008 11:04:13 GMT -5
(keeping for reference)
a cracked and blood-smeared pair of sunglasses, a blood-soaked black baseball cap, a torn and bloodstained black T-shirt, a torn and blood-soaked black jacket, a torn and blood-soaked pair of dark blue jeans and a blood-flecked pair of black boots.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 18, 2008 12:15:10 GMT -5
Hm...That reminds me...I need some new clothes. Look at all that blood...
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Aug 21, 2008 19:50:42 GMT -5
But... what did I do?  |
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 21, 2008 20:03:28 GMT -5
 you want in magatsu? |
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you want in magatsu?