For everyone else, ignore Time's post. It was never there, it never happened.
If he tries it again, I'll slap him with my ring hand.
Wait... does that mean you're the pimp???
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STATUS: Seek not what you can do for yourself, but what you can do for others. 9 yrs ago
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Use to frequent this site and Roleplay Gateway; however I was forced to return to reality for some time.
I was once known as The_Lone_SOLDIER and frequently played under the pseudonyms Aymuharu Isamu and Nicholas Grayeson.
Detailed accounts are what I seek and a plot that is easy, yet complex to follow for good story-telling.
If you wish to see record of my skills (sub-par to some), please look up my character names and see for yourself.
I was once known as The_Lone_SOLDIER and frequently played under the pseudonyms Aymuharu Isamu and Nicholas Grayeson.
Detailed accounts are what I seek and a plot that is easy, yet complex to follow for good story-telling.
If you wish to see record of my skills (sub-par to some), please look up my character names and see for yourself.
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Wait... does that mean you're the pimp???
@Dungeon Blaster Well, that's relieving... I suppose.
@Everyone
I hope my actions kinda gave a hint as to watch I think we should do. If you can simply grab ahold of them and get a blade through their brain, quietly, then we can hold out. Now, unless you're a martial artist or have prior military training (i.e. Grayeson), don't just bomb rush through them. Pick em' off one at a time if possible, then we can start fortifying and getting a game plan together.
@Everyone
I hope my actions kinda gave a hint as to watch I think we should do. If you can simply grab ahold of them and get a blade through their brain, quietly, then we can hold out. Now, unless you're a martial artist or have prior military training (i.e. Grayeson), don't just bomb rush through them. Pick em' off one at a time if possible, then we can start fortifying and getting a game plan together.
The sounds of the creatures below his position started growing louder, immediately followed by the sounds of furniture breaking and shuffling of rushed footsteps. Moving his way to the railing and peering over the ledge, Nicholas watched as a group of corpses made their way over his makeshift barricade. All the good the attack helicopter managed on the outside of the apartment building, amplified the inside's horrors to turn into frenzied monsters. The sounds of a struggle from two of the survivors caught wind in Grayeson's ears and he made his way down the staircase to help. In one of the nearby rooms, he watched as a few of the creatures drunkenly made their way inside the open doorway and were slowly followed by their "friends." Slinging his rifle behind him and snapping it in place, Nicholas drew his combat knife and made his way quickly to the oncoming horde. A few caught his scent and turned their attention towards him instead of the peoplw inside the room the others went into; allowing whoever was inside, some time to deal with those in the room. A forward kick to the chest of the nearest one, Grayeson watched as the creature to fell back into it's fellow monsters. This would cause all of them fall in a bowling pin fashion and back down the stairs they were trying to scale. Without skipping a beat, Nicholas turned his attention to the one on his right, which was slowly making its way towards him with its foul-smelling mouth wide open. Reaching up and grabbing the creature by the throat, he slammed it into the nearby wall and "inserted" his blade through its temple. When the corpse finally went limp, he let go off the body and threw a quick elbow to the face of the monster encroaching behind him; causing it to stumble backwards some. Following up with a side kick, Grayeson watched as the creature fell off the railing and into a group of corpses below him. With the monsters having trouble recovering from their snapped limps from their tumbles down the stairwell, he checked to ensure there were no more immediate threats and turned back towards the open room.
"Hopefully whoever is in there is still alive... otherwise this would've been pointless." he told himself, stabbing the area connecting the spinal cord and skull of a lone creature as he entered the room.
As another creature started turning its attention to him, he moved just in time to side step out of the way of its open jaws. Throwing a hammerfist into the creature's chest, simultaneously sweeping the back of its knee; Nicholas dropped the corpse on the ground with a hard thud. Without skipping a beat, he put his knee into the monster's chest and "punched" his knife through its temple. Removing his blade, he spun around and swept the leg of the nearest creature to him. Rolling on the floor and next to the grounded monster, he slammed his knife through the nose of the creature and watched it also go limp. Rolling backwards and on to his feet into a combat stance, he took into account there was one monster left and it was the police officer and someone else he was actually helping out. Knowing the policeman could handle at least one, he also notice he had drawn his sidearm and was pointing it towards the remaining corpse. Reaching up and motioning for the "hush" action, Nicholas prayed he took what he was trying to get at to end the monster's existence. Turning back to the situation outside the room, Grayeson made his way back out the room and watched as more of the monsters were starting to gain momentum up the stairs. Taking a deep breath and wiping off he sweat from his brow, he readied himself for another fight in the fray.
"Hopefully whoever is in there is still alive... otherwise this would've been pointless." he told himself, stabbing the area connecting the spinal cord and skull of a lone creature as he entered the room.
As another creature started turning its attention to him, he moved just in time to side step out of the way of its open jaws. Throwing a hammerfist into the creature's chest, simultaneously sweeping the back of its knee; Nicholas dropped the corpse on the ground with a hard thud. Without skipping a beat, he put his knee into the monster's chest and "punched" his knife through its temple. Removing his blade, he spun around and swept the leg of the nearest creature to him. Rolling on the floor and next to the grounded monster, he slammed his knife through the nose of the creature and watched it also go limp. Rolling backwards and on to his feet into a combat stance, he took into account there was one monster left and it was the police officer and someone else he was actually helping out. Knowing the policeman could handle at least one, he also notice he had drawn his sidearm and was pointing it towards the remaining corpse. Reaching up and motioning for the "hush" action, Nicholas prayed he took what he was trying to get at to end the monster's existence. Turning back to the situation outside the room, Grayeson made his way back out the room and watched as more of the monsters were starting to gain momentum up the stairs. Taking a deep breath and wiping off he sweat from his brow, he readied himself for another fight in the fray.
@Dungeon Blaster Way to throw my ass out in the open to get anally probed by the Stage 4 GM...
Wait... does someone want to explain why we have the guy from Heavy Rain in this? Full tech and all? I mean hell, if all else fails, I'm coming in as Cloud Strife. With my materia and Buster Sword, nothing can stop me! Except... a Stage 4, butt-plugging Zombie, eh GM?
I have a feeling I am going to get butt-plugged by this Stage 4....@Dungeon Blaster
Alas, it is time for me to return to my miserable existence of the working life. Till the next time I am here, stay classy my friends.
"I didn't mean to use the streets as a way out, almost everyone would end up dead." Nicholas quickly replied to the photographer, slightly annoyed at the thought of using the streets. "We need to reinforce these barricades-" he spoke, pointing with a free hand towards the makeshift barricade he was working on. -"Then we can all settle down, clear the rooms of threats "quietly," and finally come up with an exit strategy."
Grayeson's grasp of his rifle's grip became tighter as he leaned up against a nearby wall, his eyes turning down the stairs. The shrieking and howls from the creatures below was starting to irritate him. The last thing he needed was to be stuck in a inescapable situation with people that could possibly slow him down. There were some that seemed like intelligent folk, but whether or not they could do what was necessary for survival is another matter. He knew what needed to be done in order to survive in this "dream" of his, but whether the others in this group would go along with it is hard to say as well. In the back of his mind, their situation reminded him of the time he and his fire team were cut off from their squad. Having to barricade themselves in a run-down building against insurgent attacks, he even then, didn't have a clue on how to get out. All he could do was command his Marines to keep fighting and eventually they'd make it through. But these people weren't Marines or soldiers, they don't know how to keep a cool head under the pressure of outside forces.
There were mentions of these barricades not lasting long and how long till reaching the roof. Someone else saying the "cops" were all being loud and not thinking straight, but the individual as made the notion to leave silently. Nicholas agreed with both of them, there was too much commotion and we didn't have much else to go to besides higher. Sure the group could barricade the stairs the best they could, but eventually something nastier would go through that like it was nothing. If he remembered anything about zombie lore, it was that something bigger and badder was always lurking around the corner. This thought was surprisingly not at all shocking, but rather indifferent about the thought of that actually occurring. If it did, the entire group and himself wouldn't last very long against it anyways. And that's when the ground started rumbling and the windows rattling, followed by the sound of an explosion which caused the windows to shatter. Lowering himself to a knee as glass spilled all over him, he immediately took a stand and peered out the window that exploded near him. Above the buildings, he saw the familiar shape of an attack helicopter which started spinning up its rotary cannon.
"Is that a Cobra...?" Grayeson wondered to himself, listening and feeling the 20mm cannon rip through the streets.
When the bird had emptied its payload, it took off as suddenly as it had appeared. Down below, the carnage it had wreaked was awe-inspiring to anyone that was once military. Where that had been a horde of walking corpses, there were few still left standing... well, perhaps "moving at all" would be a better explanation.
"You wanted your streets escape plan... well, my friends in the attack bird just opened the hole up."
Grayeson's grasp of his rifle's grip became tighter as he leaned up against a nearby wall, his eyes turning down the stairs. The shrieking and howls from the creatures below was starting to irritate him. The last thing he needed was to be stuck in a inescapable situation with people that could possibly slow him down. There were some that seemed like intelligent folk, but whether or not they could do what was necessary for survival is another matter. He knew what needed to be done in order to survive in this "dream" of his, but whether the others in this group would go along with it is hard to say as well. In the back of his mind, their situation reminded him of the time he and his fire team were cut off from their squad. Having to barricade themselves in a run-down building against insurgent attacks, he even then, didn't have a clue on how to get out. All he could do was command his Marines to keep fighting and eventually they'd make it through. But these people weren't Marines or soldiers, they don't know how to keep a cool head under the pressure of outside forces.
There were mentions of these barricades not lasting long and how long till reaching the roof. Someone else saying the "cops" were all being loud and not thinking straight, but the individual as made the notion to leave silently. Nicholas agreed with both of them, there was too much commotion and we didn't have much else to go to besides higher. Sure the group could barricade the stairs the best they could, but eventually something nastier would go through that like it was nothing. If he remembered anything about zombie lore, it was that something bigger and badder was always lurking around the corner. This thought was surprisingly not at all shocking, but rather indifferent about the thought of that actually occurring. If it did, the entire group and himself wouldn't last very long against it anyways. And that's when the ground started rumbling and the windows rattling, followed by the sound of an explosion which caused the windows to shatter. Lowering himself to a knee as glass spilled all over him, he immediately took a stand and peered out the window that exploded near him. Above the buildings, he saw the familiar shape of an attack helicopter which started spinning up its rotary cannon.
"Is that a Cobra...?" Grayeson wondered to himself, listening and feeling the 20mm cannon rip through the streets.
When the bird had emptied its payload, it took off as suddenly as it had appeared. Down below, the carnage it had wreaked was awe-inspiring to anyone that was once military. Where that had been a horde of walking corpses, there were few still left standing... well, perhaps "moving at all" would be a better explanation.
"You wanted your streets escape plan... well, my friends in the attack bird just opened the hole up."
Stage 4 is the rapist.... a horny, bile covered rapist. Ask the GM...
Hellfire missiles, a rotary cannon, and a cleared street? Hell, I guess the Stage 3 "Tank" zomb is coming up next.
*Pulls out pistol, cocks said pistol, points at dome, and squeezes trigger. "clicking sound"*
Fuck, there goes my easy way out card...
*Pulls out pistol, cocks said pistol, points at dome, and squeezes trigger. "clicking sound"*
Fuck, there goes my easy way out card...
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