All characters are approved for posting. Slim, yes BTW. Zoey, both of yours look great. Nice job Heretic and Athol.
I’ll have the first IC post up within the next hour or so.
@Scrivener, are you nearly ready?
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All characters are approved for posting. Slim, yes BTW. Zoey, both of yours look great. Nice job Heretic and Athol.
I’ll have the first IC post up within the next hour or so.
@Scrivener, are you nearly ready?
Any other questions that anyone may have, please ask!
Can we have more than one character? I imagine we can make another one if our character dies, but what about two at once?
Also: Should I go ahead and my characters fighters? If it's anything like the game, with quests and stuff, we're just going to be smashing zombie heads in, right? Or is this more like the trailer? I was thinking of making my character a lawyer or something but someone like her would just stay inside a safe house instead of going out on zombie murder sprees with electrified baseball bats.
I know it's sandboxy. I guess I was just wondering if the RP won't be as fun if I'm not playing a character who can go out and kick some zombie ass to a limited degree.
I will allow multiple characters, yes. Though I would prefer no more than two. Three tops.
And regarding your second question...
Well to begin with, we won’t be using “gameplay mechanics”. Melee weapons wont deteriorate after ten uses (exaggerated sarcasm), day and night cycles will be normal as in RL, and in this RP it is only survival of the fittest. There won’t be “quests” per se, no experience point systems, or skill requirements like in a/the video game.
Hopefully I’m elaborating well enough. Basically; don’t see this as a tabletop “card game”, but rather just writing out a zombie survival story in the Dead Island universe. Our characters will face challenges of survival and will indeed face important tasks such as finding food and water and establishing a safe house and gathering survivors.
In other words; you’ll be able to kick plenty of zombie ass.
@Vaeltaja, feel free to go ahead and post your character in the Character tab.
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It was the morning after, the worst time. Carter Perkins groaned in a combination of annoyance and pain as he rolled over in his hotel bed. His head throbbed and spun as he lay there and stared up at the cream colored ceiling above him. The dull color hurt his eyes in the sensitive state they were in, causing his head to pound harder. He reached up with his right hand and pinched at the bridge of his nose between his eyes, where this dreaded hangover seemed to located at, there and his temples.
He slowly began to remember the night before, pounding music, the Sam B concert in the hotels' outdoor plaza. He remembered having a few too many beers, corona to be precise, topped off with a martini. He remembered making his way to the dance floor and getting close and cozy with the brunette from California on spring break. This particular remembrance of course lead to a minuscule smile, even in his state of migraine. He remembered them both staggering off to his room, booze-ridden and half-conscious, and of course the additional drinking to go with the events' of the night.
That vixen still here? he wondered as he removed his hands from his face, only for the lighting of the room to sharpen the pain of his migraine. He winced as he lay his left arm across his eyes. He realized he was still wearing his clothes from the night before; blue button-up shirt, his tie, which hung loose around his neck, though his pants and shoes were missing. It was then that he heard it, a faint, raspy groan. "Hey," Carter spoke up, his arm still across his eyes,"Sarah? Cheryl? Whatever? That you, girl?"
The response was a louder and more throaty grumbling growl, certainly not that of a slim, pearly teethed college sorority skag. "Hey, who the-?!" His words were cut short as he leap upright in bed, instead becoming a loud cry of shock and disbelief at what he saw standing at the foot of his bed. Not the beautiful girl from the night before, but instead a walking nightmare. She stood there, her eyes glossed and milky, her skin a deathly grayish color, and her lips and teeth were bared into a vicious snarl. Blood was spattered down her entire right arm and dripped onto the carpet floor. It was her, emphasis on was, he recognized the bleached-white bikini from the night before and the golden broach she wore.
"W-What in hell-?!" Carter scambled back across his bed as the creature of a woman surged forward with a savage snarl, one sound in a chorus of screams, moans, please, and roars to be heard throughout the resort hotel.
It was the morning after, the worst time. Carter Perkins groaned in a combination of annoyance and pain as he rolled over in his hotel bed. His head throbbed and spun as he lay there and stared up at the cream colored ceiling above him. The dull color hurt his eyes in the sensitive state they were in, causing his head to pound harder. He reached up with his right hand and pinched at the bridge of his nose between his eyes, where this dreaded hangover seemed to located at, there and his temples.
He slowly began to remember the night before, pounding music, the Sam B concert in the hotels' outdoor plaza. He remembered having a few too many beers, corona to be precise, topped off with a martini. He remembered making his way to the dance floor and getting close and cozy with the brunette from California on spring break. This particular remembrance of course lead to a minuscule smile, even in his state of migraine. He remembered them both staggering off to his room, booze-ridden and half-conscious, and of course the additional drinking to go with the events' of the night.
That vixen still here? he wondered as he removed his hands from his face, only for the lighting of the room to sharpen the pain of his migraine. He winced as he lay his left arm across his eyes. He realized he was still wearing his clothes from the night before; blue button-up shirt, his tie, which hung loose around his neck, though his pants and shoes were missing. It was then that he heard it, a faint, raspy groan. "Hey," Carter spoke up, his arm still across his eyes,"Sarah? Cheryl? Whatever? That you, girl?"
The response was a louder and more throaty grumbling growl, certainly not that of a slim, pearly teethed college sorority skag. "Hey, who the-?!" His words were cut short as he leap upright in bed, instead becoming a loud cry of shock and disbelief at what he saw standing at the foot of his bed. Not the beautiful girl from the night before, but instead a walking nightmare. She stood there, her eyes glossed and milky, her skin a deathly grayish color, and her lips and teeth were bared into a vicious snarl. Blood was spattered down her entire right arm and dripped onto the carpet floor. It was her, emphasis on was, he recognized the bleached-white bikini from the night before and the golden broach she wore.
"W-What in hell-?!" Carter scambled back across his bed as the creature of a woman surged forward with a savage snarl, one sound in a chorus of screams, moans, please, and roars to be heard throughout the resort hotel.
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@Delphio Is it alright if I use the character I made from last time? I really enjoyed him and would hate to waste a good character. If not no big deal.
Perfectly fine with me!
Where do we post completed character sheets?
Post them here for me. I plan to release the actual thread tomorrow.
EDIT: Reiteration; post them here if you finish before I release the official thread. Otherwise, post them in the OOC there.
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