Dungeon Blaster

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

wut.

Now, I have to spend another few hours on making a character sheet.

@Rare

*sigh*

If it bit you, I would have said it bit you. There's still time for you to save yourself.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

Oh nos! Another character is in death's door -yet- again!

@orangebox

Yup, you guys gotta be on your toes... especially if an NPC dies violently from an infection-related attack and you happen to be chillin' right next to them.

I'm being nicey nice at the moment though, to let you all get comfortable.

Tomorrow I'll engage no-mercy mode, I expect many rage quits- unless of course people start thinking seriously about their character's lifespan, and how to improve it.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

@Dungeon BlasterYou could save time and say the town. Also am I accepted, all you said is I will run a WoW raid (Which is true)

@Error

Errrr, sure, why not.

If there's one thing this RP needs, its more loud weapons and quirky characters. Come on in, the fun is just getting started.

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Aaden

As Jay's skull was crushed under the impressive force of Madison's fireboots, all eyes fell upon the broken body of the turned animal. So many questions! The news had skimped over the issue of animal infection, and this certainly put a new perspective on things. More gun fire below added to the building tension, but it was also enough to restart the upwards exodus of Three Tower's residents.

Aaden left his apartment with the best of intentions, to lend his assistance to his beleaguered neighbours. Unfortuantely, Aaden hadn't been present when Jay had ripped a woman's throat from her neck. As Madison and John put the animal down, they too had forgotten the peril.

With a ryhtmic spasm and a gasp, Elaine Fletcher, a 29 year old elementary school teacher, opened her glassy eyes. Aaden's leg was close at hand, and Elaine grabbed it with an ironclad grip. Her jaw opened, and congealing blood from her neck wound sloshed out onto Aaden's feet as she went for a fatal bite.

The Lobby

The Stage One infected poured into the lobby like a celebrating football team back late from the local bar. They stumbled and staggered, tripping over themselves as they surged towards the stairs. They could both smell and hear their prey, and their excitement drove them against the benches. Frustrated, they pushed against them, groaning in dismay that their meal should be withheld. The benches creaked and buckled under their weight, and the statue wobbled with each convulsing shove of the dead. It would not hold for long.

Outside of the apartment building, more of the infected were coming, brought forth by the continuing gun fire. They numbered a hundred, slinking out of every dark corner the night had to offer. Most of them were stage ones, but a few stage twos broke from the masses, intent on being the first ones to savour the impending meal.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

@Dungeon BlasterAm I accepted?! Damn brit! (What area you from in UK?)

@Error

Your guy is gonna try and run things like a WoW raid aint he?

I'm an hour north of London, which for you guys means I could be anywhere south of Glasgow.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Let me catch up with the new IC posts first, now that the stairs dilema is resolved.

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@Dungeon BlasterAm I accepted and I beived that many things are just the upwards stairs

@Error

Well that wont do. Looks like a British ex-patriot designed the building back in the 80's.

Okay, so here are your stairs - but bigger obviously, as there are six rooms per floor.

Space Saver

So you've got some stairs that you go up, then you turn left. On the right hand side, along the wall, will be three doors that lead into three apartments. As you go past these doors, the wall ahead of you has three more doors that lead into the other apartments. Turn left, and you'll be at the base of the stairs that lead you up to the next level.

Rinse and repeat.

We good? Do I need to draw a picture?

kk I'm on it.

Modern Art

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

A good question. Wow, why didn't I go ahead and put more details in about the building itself? Odd. Like, the biggest part of the RP has been left as a blank canvas. I am not smart.

But let's correct that, shall we?

Being a British man of great esteem, who lives in a flat himself, I'd say that the stairs are at opposite ends of the floor. I've been in many such structures, and they've all been designed along those lines - though not to say that all "apartment buildings" in England are like that.

HOWEVER, as I set this RP in America, I'll ask the question to my colonial brothers.

What's the standard set up in America? Or isn't there one?

A google image search is showing me stuff like this:

space saver

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

TIL it's Godzilla. Not God Zilla.

Righty'o, let's see what you folks have gotten up to since ringing the dinner bell and upsetting my pet Labrador.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

You guys are much less cautious than my last few groups, keep it up :D

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

All characters still in the lobby, particularly Nicholas Greyson.

Nicholas Grayeson's rifle rang like a dinner bell, its powerful .223 rounds tearing into the flesh of the dead, shattering their knees and sending them sprawling to the ground. The shots echoed across the streets beyond the apartment building, contesting the airwaves with weapons of similar design for dominance.

Scores of infected, stumbling around without purpose, suddenly froze. Their gore stained features looked over towards the apartment building, and though they couldn't smell the living from where they were, their rapidly evolving ear drums focused on the faint sounds of the healthy, yelling at each other as they fought to establish some kind of order.

As one, the body of infected started to head towards the apartment building, but a dozen of them - Stage Twos - sprinted forwards in a disorganised, blood crazed charge. They shrieked, screaming bloody murder with virus-laden lungs. They came from all walks of life; some had been lawyers, some had been cops, others were soccer moms and cab drivers. In death however, all were united by a singular purpose, their past lives now a blurry foot note in their primitive, undead minds.

The sprinters ascended the steps, and launched themselves into the lobby. A spatter of gunfire knocked a few of them to the ground, but the remaining nine eyed their prey with dull, lifeless eyes. Their dimmed vision focused on Nicholas, seeing him with a kind of tunnel vision. As one, they advanced, jumping sofas, pot plants and coffee tables to get to him.

Behind them, a hundred paces away, forty of their slower, lesser developed brothers started to ascend the steps up towards the lobby.

Madison Ripley

Jay had been a Labrador in his living existence, a faithful beast to his loving mistress, the old crone Jodey Gillingham - the building's miserable, old cow of a woman. However, a few days previous, he had the misfortune of coming into contact with a rather aggressive homeless man, who had attempted to mug Jodey whilst she was out on her moning walk. Jay was a good dog, strong and vicious for a Labrador, and he fought back the aggressor. The vagrant had bit him though, and Jay had howled like a frenzied wolf at the time, but thanks to his bravery, he and his mistress escaped.

None of that meant anything to him, not any more. Jodey was a skeleton, clad in a crimson jelly - Jay's final farewell to her, when he turned. He'd been locked in her apartment for three days, unable to bark thanks to his dead soft tissue, but able to hiss, not unlike a snake. He could smell the healthy beyond the door, and he could almost taste their scent. However, the door posed a serious problem to a creature of Jay's limitations.

Or rather, it did, until the virus mutated, thickening his skull by an inch.

The sound of people screaming, the racket of gun fire, broke Jay into a frenzy. He threw himself at the door, as he had done several times over the past few days, but where he normally bounced back, this time the wood splintered. Again, and again, Jay repeated his desperate attempts to break free of his prison and to appease his appetite. Eventually, the door gave way, and he crashed through into the hall beyond.

Immediately he was in the midst of a surging tide of the healthy, half of them painfully oblivious to him, the other half painfully aware. A woman shrieked as Jay jumped up, chomping at her neck and landing on the floor with a lump of her throat in his mouth. Then he turned, just as a middle-aged man with frizzy hair tried to beat him away with an old fashioned cane. Jay was most displeased, he lunged at the man's leg, and took a lump from it.

The exodus from the lobby turned into a stampede, as those who were beyond Jay's reach continued to flee upwards, whilst those who stood in front of him started backing back down the stairs. Jay eyed a particularly flamboyant healthy, carrying an axe. She was screaming at those around her, tryign to urge them on, not realising why they were stalling. Jay galloped forwards, like a miniature horse, before leaping at his prey.

Madison Ripley just about caught a glimpse of Jay, as he sailed through air towards her at heart-stopping speed, his once black coat a motley quilt of red and white.