Sorry for disappearing for a day or two. RL stuff.
Gonna read up and then post something.
Gonna read up and then post something.
Derpestein
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The Neckbeard Stroker
STATUS: I'm gonna be gone for some time. Stuff related to boring real life stuff. I won't be back in like. A week. Feel free to kill off any of my characters. 8 yrs ago
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I'm gonna be gone for some time. Stuff related to boring real life stuff. I won't be back in like. A week. Feel free to kill off any of my characters.
9 yrs ago
"You have no friends." NO NEED TO REMIND ME, GUILD! >:C
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9 yrs ago
Damnit, Witch. Right in muh feelings ;(
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What is love
9 yrs ago
@Zorogami I know that feel :(
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Sometimes I pretend to be an airplane, because it discourages tripping and other clumsy acts, because any mistake I make is the death of innocent men, women and children.
...I swear I'm sane.
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From metacritic it's doing worse than battleborn...
So i suppose not...
battleborn still exists?
Kyle stopped sprinting, skidding to a stop and almost tripping as he stumbled, as he caught sight of another survivor. He turned around, just in time to see the Limper get its head decapitated off.
The teen looks at the woman. And her, quite frankly, scary grin. "Uh...Thanks, Sam," he says, his eyes filled with caution, but also happiness. He spared a glance at the head, rolling towards (and past) them. It was disgusting and he tried to ignore it and the smell of the corpse. "My name's Kyle."
Further conversation was interrupted by a loud gunshot that left his ears ringing. Not really hearing Jasons shout, he saw the stranger signalling them onto the car and got on top. "I'll just, follow your lead. Yeah."
The teen looks at the woman. And her, quite frankly, scary grin. "Uh...Thanks, Sam," he says, his eyes filled with caution, but also happiness. He spared a glance at the head, rolling towards (and past) them. It was disgusting and he tried to ignore it and the smell of the corpse. "My name's Kyle."
Further conversation was interrupted by a loud gunshot that left his ears ringing. Not really hearing Jasons shout, he saw the stranger signalling them onto the car and got on top. "I'll just, follow your lead. Yeah."
Great, all our poor ass characters will be running soon. Well, good thing I gave Abel some comfy boots.
Did someone say RUNNING
Out of the corner of the screen a Kyle walks into frame...
Ha, I like him. He reminds me of the dude in Zombieland.
Heh. Now that you mention it, I can kindof see that, actually.
Yknow, maybe I should have had him run to that alleyway.
A little girl, ex-convict and somewhat cowardly youngish dude?
@ClocktowerEchos It's funny how a game about being nice and befriending your enemies spawned such a toxic, hateful fanbase.
If you dare say one piece of criticism towards their precious game they lash out at you and tell you to kill yourself.
Friendship, everyone.
If you dare say one piece of criticism towards their precious game they lash out at you and tell you to kill yourself.
Friendship, everyone.
Wow, Kyle, you're such a pussy.
Kyle looked through the broken window of the convenience store and a his lips twitched up. It wasn't completely looted yet.
He'd managed to avoid any hostilities so far; He hadn't even seen one of the Limpers on his way there. It was just him, the sound of footsteps, and the street. The stores lights were flickering, including the neon sign, he noticed. The parking lot was empty, and so far, it looked like the store was devoid of life aswell.
He inhaled, exhaled, then stepped inside. His grip on the shovel was so tight his knuckles had gone pale. He took one of the shopping carts with his free hand, the shovel rested on his shoulder, and walked around.
It was eerily silent.
As he started filling up the cart, however, he heard something shuffling. It's fine, Kyle, he thought, you'll be okay.
Unsurprisingly, mentally reassuring himself didn't do anything to calm him. He started to try and fit some supplies into his pouch; An extra water bottle, another battery for the flashlight and some snacks...
"Ah, shit-" He muttered, as the second can of crackers slipped out of his grasp and clattered along the floor. He heard a groan. More shuffling. His free hand moved to grip his shovel again, and his fight or flight instincts started to come in.
He started walking towards the exit. The shuffling got closer. Another groan. Then he dared to do something he was taught to never do whilst running;
He looked back. And he almost vomited in his mouth right then and there. A teenage boy in a uniform, flesh stripped off of his arm, leaving only bloodied bones. Deathly pale skin and white eyes, one pants leg torn off at the knee.
And oh God. The smell. Kyle took a few steps back, then turned around and ran as fast as he could. He didn't really care where, he just didn't want to be near one of them.
Unbeknownst to him, he was running in the direction of a bank.
He'd managed to avoid any hostilities so far; He hadn't even seen one of the Limpers on his way there. It was just him, the sound of footsteps, and the street. The stores lights were flickering, including the neon sign, he noticed. The parking lot was empty, and so far, it looked like the store was devoid of life aswell.
He inhaled, exhaled, then stepped inside. His grip on the shovel was so tight his knuckles had gone pale. He took one of the shopping carts with his free hand, the shovel rested on his shoulder, and walked around.
It was eerily silent.
As he started filling up the cart, however, he heard something shuffling. It's fine, Kyle, he thought, you'll be okay.
Unsurprisingly, mentally reassuring himself didn't do anything to calm him. He started to try and fit some supplies into his pouch; An extra water bottle, another battery for the flashlight and some snacks...
"Ah, shit-" He muttered, as the second can of crackers slipped out of his grasp and clattered along the floor. He heard a groan. More shuffling. His free hand moved to grip his shovel again, and his fight or flight instincts started to come in.
He started walking towards the exit. The shuffling got closer. Another groan. Then he dared to do something he was taught to never do whilst running;
He looked back. And he almost vomited in his mouth right then and there. A teenage boy in a uniform, flesh stripped off of his arm, leaving only bloodied bones. Deathly pale skin and white eyes, one pants leg torn off at the knee.
And oh God. The smell. Kyle took a few steps back, then turned around and ran as fast as he could. He didn't really care where, he just didn't want to be near one of them.
Unbeknownst to him, he was running in the direction of a bank.
Oh, well it would be awesome to know who's playing who XD
Ooh! What kind of character should I play? Rebellious skater girl, pregnant teen, football(american) jock? So many ideas~ What about the abused redneck?
We have the optimistic runner, the actually pretty nice Ex-Convict, a thrillseeking badass and...Jason. Not sure what I'd call Jason. He's just a regular guy.
So yeah. Keep that in mind. Wouldn't want two of the same person x)
So I have a question about the character tab.
Are the GM's just posting our characters in there for their own organization or do we do it ourselves after we're accepted? Because I don't know who is playing who and it looks like the GM's have a bunch of characters and there's no one else DX
The GM copies our characters into the page, yes. Saves us some work x)
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