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Hello. I just started role playing. So. Yeah. I really like the zombie apoc theme. But only when it's not like, humanity is already being rebuilt.

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Kieran loaded his 50 cal. He looked out into the barren desert, through the dust and sand blowing in the cool breeze. Then a small black dot appeared. It got bigger and bigger until he could make out the shape of a person. He peered through his scope. It was a lone traveler, carrying a large leather knapsack and what looked like three canteens on his waist. Kieran waited and watched the speck grow from his perch on a small cliff. He checked his scope again, and the traveler was closer. It's time. His finger brushed the trigger as he focused on the object. Then he shot. The bullet flew through the air and hit the traveler in the chest. He re-loaded. He shot. He watched the traveler stumble and fall, and then he left his perch and ran toward the person. He took everything, the backpack, the gun and ammunition, (A 9mm pistol and three boxes of ammo.)
He then rifled through the brown knapsack. He found some parts and a small black taser. He saw a few more things, but didn't bother to look at them. He dumped the contents of the backpack into his almost empty one.
Then he as remembered, a tear rolled down his cheek and he dug a two foot pit in the sand. He stuck his hand into one of the many pockets of his backpack and took out a makeshift cross. He gently lay the travelers body down into the pit and said a small prayer.

"May you rest in the heavens forever."

He covered the cadaver with sand and stuck the wooden cross into the tan sand. He knelt there until the sun was barely visible behind the horizon. The light cast a orange glow onto the sand and Kieran looked at the now red, glowing sand. He went back to the cliff and took his rifle. He took out his compass and walked north-east until the broken down gas station came into site. It was on a crumbling street in the middle of nowhere. He went into the rusty gas station, overgrown with brown weeds. He crawled in through the back window. He went into the locked "lounge" where he used as a shelter. He took out a gold colored key and slipped it into the keyhole. He had taken advantage of the un-raided gas stations little store. He always had bubblegum to chew and he had framed awkward greeting cards. His moral was boosted every time he stepped into the small lounge and saw the faded white card with a pug on it, two googly eyes stuck to its head, and its pink tongue hanging out of its slobbering mouth. If he looked to the right he saw the framed card with two babies on it in a bath, with bubbles in the back of him. This was his favorite. He locked the door. With no windows, the room was pitch black. He took a match and struck it. With a small flame illuminating the cabinet in front of him, he wrenched open the drawer and picked up the dirty gas lamp. He poured a small amount of gas into the chamber and flicked the switch. The lamp lit up the room and Kieran laid the lamp down onto the cabinet.
He Checked the lock and then closed his eyes.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Sleep.
So, this is the first roleplay I've made, so I hope you like it!

It is the year 2050, and a horrifying pandemic has shaken the world. It started with natural disasters. Earthquakes shook cities, volcanic eruptions burned homes. Then came the disappearances. After the natural disasters ended, people started disappearing. They would come home and go to bed, and be gone the next morning. Almost half of the population has already died. Then the last one came. People started feeling sick, and then woke up and devoured anyone they saw.

Buildings are collapsing all around the city. Vines crawl and plants grow everywhere. Abandon rusting cars litter the crumbling streets. In the streets, the infected stand, hunched over, waiting for there next victim.
The cities where hit worse. The suburbs didn't have as many infected, but they had a lot of survivors. And most of them aren't too nice. In the houses are creaky and the paint is chipped and peeling and the roads are cracked and have chunks missing.

Ever since these events occurred, the sun has shone brighter than ever before. Many of the water sources have either dried up or are contaminated. If you stay in the sun for more than a few hours, you will become dehydrated and shrivel up and die.

In the suburbs, the infected there tend to stay in the houses they where infected, except to attack. Their bites infect you, but if they can, they'll eat you alive. They are primitive, and most of their brain is shut down. They don't hold much The sun burns there eyes and skin, so they tend to come out mainly at night. The city has shadow cast by the falling buildings, and is mostly dark.

Shortly after the pandemic, the military built checkpoints, or quarantines. But this was after the martial law was declared. The quarantines where violent and dying. Thousands of people have been killed from the military. They where placed either, on the inside of a town, or on the outskirts of cities. The zones had many guns and supplies, except food. They where falling, crumbling like the buildings in the city.

You are fighting for food, and shelter from all of this. The infected numbers are large, and you must defend yourself, your group, and your shelter from them. Only go on supply runs in the day, and only defend when you need to, which is at night.

You are a survivor in a your group, containing (all of the roleplayers. I want it to be small so there wont be too many groups.)

You and your group are fighting for food, supplies, and guns.

Character sheet:

Name: Nothing unrealistic unless it's a nickname. So don't make his/her real name SuperSnake193.

Age: Not like, age three or age ninety.

Gender: Boy/Girl And no, you can't chose other.

Appearance: For example: She is tall with dirty blond hair that falls down her waist. An image would be appreciated, but not required.

Weapon: Something like two guns and a few knives. Nothing too OP. Like; He has two flamethrowers and two machine guns, and three swords.

Strong areas: Like, he has survival knowledge, or is really agile. Again, not too OP, like he is so ripped he can brake stuff with his middle finger, and he can make guns come out of his arms.

Weak areas: What is He/She bad at?

Name: Kieran

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: On the shorter side and not very muscular, but has great agility and is an assassin. His eyes are dark blue with streaks of grey. He wears a oversized brown coat, with padding underneath, a mask to cover his mouth and nose, and a grey hoodie underneath the coat. His oily black hair falls down to his eyes, and he is usually pushing it to the side. Over his faded dark blue jeans he wears padding cut from a hockey goalie uniform, and on his feet he wears military boots. At his waist he has a black belt that holds a brown leather canteen which he keeps full at all times. He also holds on his belt one 50 cal mag and a few 9 mm mag. On the other side of his belt he has a long hunting knife, with a hilt wrapped with cloth. His metal part is comes from the right side of his chest and onto his right shoulder, and the skin is red and the tissue is swollen where the pale skin meets the bronze.

Weapon: He has a 50 cal sniper rifle slung over his back and a 9 mm handgun at his waist along with a 10 inch hunting knife in a leather sheath

Ability: He is very agile and has much knowledge on surviving alone. He is also a very skilled sniper. His hand is also metal, but only on the inside. It is now reinforced, and he uses it to smash through walls, and really and any surface he can break.

Current state: He is a loner. He usually sneaks into abandon houses right after gang raids, or makes away with supplies before one. Sometimes he will hide out and shoot lone people to steal there things.
Oh. How many people do we need till we start IC?
(Sorry I didn't know what a GM was)
How do I apply, and get a gm?
Ok, thanks!
Wait... so I'm pretty new to this, so how do we--and when do we start?
Name: Kouru, (Goes by the name of Gorou in Iga)
Appearance: He is slender with long, black hair that hangs over his grey-ish blue eyes. He wears a dark brown leather coat, and carries an old rusty dagger on his belt at all times. He has a scar near his chest.

Age: Unknown. He doesn't like personal stuff. Around twenty.

Weapon: Obviously the dagger, and a heavy two handed sword with a dragon emblem smelted into the dark grey cast iron blade.

Village: Iga

Info: He was born in Kouga, but escaped to Iga secretly after an attack. He's hated the Iga ever since he was ten years old, when they ransacked the village and took his parents hostage. He stabbed one of the attackers to death with a shard of glass, but was slashed in the chest with a before he escaped. He now lives in Iga, but has been waiting for the next war to get his revenge.
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