czechmate46
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Seasoned roleplayer mostly interested in 1x1 roleplays with mature themes and ideas.
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Interests:
History (ancient European history, pre-Christian Europe, Medieval times, American settlement & westward expansion, American Civil War, modern history such as the Roaring 20's, Great Depression era, civil rights movement & Vietnam War)
Paganism (Northern European)
Philosophy (Nietzsche, Marcus Aurelius, Sartre, Kierkegaard)
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Music (Pink Floyd, Moody Blues, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, The Beatles, Steppenwolf)
Video Games (Red Dead Redemption I & II, Skyrim/Elder Scrolls universe)
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Interests:
History (ancient European history, pre-Christian Europe, Medieval times, American settlement & westward expansion, American Civil War, modern history such as the Roaring 20's, Great Depression era, civil rights movement & Vietnam War)
Paganism (Northern European)
Philosophy (Nietzsche, Marcus Aurelius, Sartre, Kierkegaard)
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Media Interests:
Music (Pink Floyd, Moody Blues, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, The Beatles, Steppenwolf)
Video Games (Red Dead Redemption I & II, Skyrim/Elder Scrolls universe)
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Being thrown to the ground, Caroline decided it was best to play dead from here on out. The torch became smothered and was put out by the leaves and debris on the forest ground. It was of no use to her now. Ben would have to fend for himself, with whatever bullets he had left.
As Angel jumped, Bobby had to grab her, as she went reeling into her. Careful not to fall off the side of the boat herself, Bobby held a tight grip to the rope with one hand and grabbed Angel with the other and let go once she was secure again. "Alright," she started, hurrying to get back down to the ground, not wanting to tip with the ship. "Lets go."
Attempting to come to Ben's aid, Caroline swatted at the beasts that were inches away from killing him, using the torch to melt away their flesh and scream in pain. She eventually got one to back away from Ben, but she still had to deal with the second one.
"Shoot at his head while I use the torch!" she instructed him, as this second beast seemed to be the most powerful one of them all. It barely shuttered when she swiped it with the torch and it's size made it hard for Caroline to hit it anywhere sensitive.
"Shoot at his head while I use the torch!" she instructed him, as this second beast seemed to be the most powerful one of them all. It barely shuttered when she swiped it with the torch and it's size made it hard for Caroline to hit it anywhere sensitive.
"Here," Caroline called out to Ben, tossing him her hand gun. "I have the torch and you need a weapon!"
As the creatures neared closer to them, Caroline swatted at the beasts with the torch. To her amazement - it worked! The fire and heat from the torch scorched the beasts' flesh and made it scream in pain.
As the creatures neared closer to them, Caroline swatted at the beasts with the torch. To her amazement - it worked! The fire and heat from the torch scorched the beasts' flesh and made it scream in pain.
Following closely behind Ben, Caroline pulled out her gun with her left hand and held a firm grip on the torch with the other. "Got it!" she yelled back to him as they ran towards Ana and the beast.
Doing her best to aim, Caroline fired a few shots at the hideous monsters but it seemed to only anger them and make them stronger! How would they defeat these creatures if even bullets would not kill them. She was still too far away to use the torch, but she would use it when they neared closer to the beasts.
Doing her best to aim, Caroline fired a few shots at the hideous monsters but it seemed to only anger them and make them stronger! How would they defeat these creatures if even bullets would not kill them. She was still too far away to use the torch, but she would use it when they neared closer to the beasts.
Startled by a voice, Florence froze in her action of kicking in the back door of the blacksmith and began to gravitate towards the source of the noise. Regardless of who she suspected it to be, she kept her gun drawn as she rounded the corner, to find that another horse was hitched next to her's outside the motel. Suspiciously, she stalked near to the motel and took a measured step into the door. She made sure that whoever had just come in here could see her gun from where she was standing. "Who's there?" she asked, attempting to make her voice appear low. Many men didnt fear the strength of a woman.
Awesomoman64 said
Sorry if I get things wrong regarding the map or layout. I'm not very familiar with Red Dead but ill do my best to research it.
That's totally fine. Prior knowledge of Red Dead or Undead Nightmare is not needed. I just used the map and zombies so we would have some sense of direction.
First IC is up. Awesomoman is now appointed leader.
Florence Kelowna trotted through the streets of Blackwater. The town had been abandoned by both the living and the undead. She hoped to find resources such as food or ammo to continue onto the next settlement. She had ridden from Armadillo, New Austin to West Elizabeth in a matter of two days. With her husband missing and the undead running rampid, her guards were up and she had entered survival mode. She had hoped to find at least one survivor here at Blackwater. It was the biggest city in West Elizabeth. At least one form of life must have stayed behind, hidden in the cellar or waiting it out on the roof tops.
Cautiously, Florence hitched her horse near the motel and crept through the back alleys with her gun drawn. Both the living and the undead could be hiding in these alleys - and she was prepared for the worst. Finding the backdoor to the gunsmith, Florence went at it with one swift kick from her steel toe boot. She continued to kick in the door, careful not to make too much noise that would attract any attention from any undead that may be around her.. She doubted there was any ammo left at times like these, but it was worth a shot.
Cautiously, Florence hitched her horse near the motel and crept through the back alleys with her gun drawn. Both the living and the undead could be hiding in these alleys - and she was prepared for the worst. Finding the backdoor to the gunsmith, Florence went at it with one swift kick from her steel toe boot. She continued to kick in the door, careful not to make too much noise that would attract any attention from any undead that may be around her.. She doubted there was any ammo left at times like these, but it was worth a shot.
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