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Rebuild 2 is out. Wasted so much time on that...
But I cleared 3 cities!
But I cleared 3 cities!
ZombieNES: Vanity City
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Gem Hound
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I played Rebuild 2 a long time ago. Just played it again. It has changed... ALOT. These idiots formed a religious cult and worshiped the zombies... Idiots.
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It's Your World
"The masses now know! The revolution has not been televised!" Alexander Washington, much to the chagrin of other survivors, was beating on his drums and preaching again. "It was not anything we could perceive with our minds so boxed in and caught up with all the this' and that's and these things there! We did not see that the corruption of society was manifesting as a corruption within! Now we reap what we have sowed, and it was a foul crop indeed."
Before Alexander, standing attentively, was his usual collection.
Sebastian Gautier, a lanky french-man, once a renowned journalist who devolved into a skittish mouse of a man after the zombie outbreak. Next to Sebastian stood Maddie Star-Shine, though in her mind she was not in a cramped house-turned-fortress with the whole world collapsing around her--she was soaring through clouds, drinking sun rays and eating cosmic dust. She was high. Maddie hummed along with Alexander's drumming, though was so off that it created an unsettling disharmony that engendered more than a few glares from the other survivors.
James 'Tuna' Hofstedter danced behind Maddie and Sebastian. Once a prisoner of the cops--who Alexander cheekily called Jingo and Jango--but were in fact Officer Stan Kaczmerek and Officer Maria Jaworski. The two muttered between themselves and shot occasional tired, annoyed looks Alexander's way, though had particularly venomous eyes for James. He was, after all, a criminal. James had been caught with during a large drug deal and was being held in the Vanity City Police Department's cells when the zombies attacked. For all the cruel metaphors Alexander couched the two officers in, Jingo and Jango were far from cruel people and rescued their prisoner, and in thanks he abandoned them for the New Thinkers.
At first Stan and Maria were convinced that it was just an old dog doing the same tricks he had always known: drugs. Alexander and his rag-tag band had stumbled onto the two officers so mentally far-gone that Alexander mistook Maria for a zombie and charged her, giving her a particularly wicked scar on her side from his knife, which, thankfully, only kissed her due to Alexander's impaired state. Seeing James go over to Alexander and his New Thinkers obviously was just James giving into whatever addiction he had harbored his whole life. Strangely, however, James took to Alexander's cosmic rhetoric like a moth to a flame and seemed to wholeheartedly embrace the intense self-inspection the New Thinkers saw as their path to enlightenment. Dancing, or the strange, jerky, flailing moves he called dancing, was his way to communicate with the energies. James had cut up his orange prison jumper and made it into a large cloak, adding patches and scraps of cloth from torn up clothing the survivors had found. He was a whirling riot of colors as he spun round and round, mumbling something about home being where the hatred is.
Not pleased, not high, and not listening to Alexander was his younger sister, Octavia Washington. Octavia glared at her brother as much as the other survivors, though suffered his ramblings out of the love she bore for him and the keen realization that Alexander was a damaged man. He was once a soldier--a part of himself which occasionally surfaced from the drug-addled depths whenever zombies appeared--and had done terrible things during the Vietnam war. Exactly what these things were Alexander would never reveal, but his hollow, glazed look whenever he was in the valley between coming down and going up told Octavia all she needed to know.
She had gone to school to be a nurse, though when the Black Power Movement began she quickly abandoned that pursuit and became a front-runner for D.C.'s burgeoning civil rights scene. Octavia discovered that she was a fairly capable artist and sought to speak to the masses through sweeping, abstract paintings that she was sure were presently being torn up by zombies if the outbreak had spread to the nation's capital (some even said it began there, but for her family's sake she refused to entertain such thoughts). When her brother returned from 'Nam and left his family and birthplace she fled after him in the hopes that she might heal whatever wounds the war had ripped into his soul.
She doubted that would happen now as she was too preoccupied with tending to whatever wounds the survivors took from the zombies, though she always kept an eye on her older brother.
"It's your world now!" Alexander yelled, "It's not too late to take and be truly free! We have shook off the shackles that claimed the greedy, shambling masses that throw themselves at us every day! Life runs in our veins and we should run that life however we want it!"
Alexander banged his drums and hummed a song that he was not playing.
"The masses now know! The revolution has not been televised!" Alexander Washington, much to the chagrin of other survivors, was beating on his drums and preaching again. "It was not anything we could perceive with our minds so boxed in and caught up with all the this' and that's and these things there! We did not see that the corruption of society was manifesting as a corruption within! Now we reap what we have sowed, and it was a foul crop indeed."
Before Alexander, standing attentively, was his usual collection.
Sebastian Gautier, a lanky french-man, once a renowned journalist who devolved into a skittish mouse of a man after the zombie outbreak. Next to Sebastian stood Maddie Star-Shine, though in her mind she was not in a cramped house-turned-fortress with the whole world collapsing around her--she was soaring through clouds, drinking sun rays and eating cosmic dust. She was high. Maddie hummed along with Alexander's drumming, though was so off that it created an unsettling disharmony that engendered more than a few glares from the other survivors.
James 'Tuna' Hofstedter danced behind Maddie and Sebastian. Once a prisoner of the cops--who Alexander cheekily called Jingo and Jango--but were in fact Officer Stan Kaczmerek and Officer Maria Jaworski. The two muttered between themselves and shot occasional tired, annoyed looks Alexander's way, though had particularly venomous eyes for James. He was, after all, a criminal. James had been caught with during a large drug deal and was being held in the Vanity City Police Department's cells when the zombies attacked. For all the cruel metaphors Alexander couched the two officers in, Jingo and Jango were far from cruel people and rescued their prisoner, and in thanks he abandoned them for the New Thinkers.
At first Stan and Maria were convinced that it was just an old dog doing the same tricks he had always known: drugs. Alexander and his rag-tag band had stumbled onto the two officers so mentally far-gone that Alexander mistook Maria for a zombie and charged her, giving her a particularly wicked scar on her side from his knife, which, thankfully, only kissed her due to Alexander's impaired state. Seeing James go over to Alexander and his New Thinkers obviously was just James giving into whatever addiction he had harbored his whole life. Strangely, however, James took to Alexander's cosmic rhetoric like a moth to a flame and seemed to wholeheartedly embrace the intense self-inspection the New Thinkers saw as their path to enlightenment. Dancing, or the strange, jerky, flailing moves he called dancing, was his way to communicate with the energies. James had cut up his orange prison jumper and made it into a large cloak, adding patches and scraps of cloth from torn up clothing the survivors had found. He was a whirling riot of colors as he spun round and round, mumbling something about home being where the hatred is.
Not pleased, not high, and not listening to Alexander was his younger sister, Octavia Washington. Octavia glared at her brother as much as the other survivors, though suffered his ramblings out of the love she bore for him and the keen realization that Alexander was a damaged man. He was once a soldier--a part of himself which occasionally surfaced from the drug-addled depths whenever zombies appeared--and had done terrible things during the Vietnam war. Exactly what these things were Alexander would never reveal, but his hollow, glazed look whenever he was in the valley between coming down and going up told Octavia all she needed to know.
She had gone to school to be a nurse, though when the Black Power Movement began she quickly abandoned that pursuit and became a front-runner for D.C.'s burgeoning civil rights scene. Octavia discovered that she was a fairly capable artist and sought to speak to the masses through sweeping, abstract paintings that she was sure were presently being torn up by zombies if the outbreak had spread to the nation's capital (some even said it began there, but for her family's sake she refused to entertain such thoughts). When her brother returned from 'Nam and left his family and birthplace she fled after him in the hopes that she might heal whatever wounds the war had ripped into his soul.
She doubted that would happen now as she was too preoccupied with tending to whatever wounds the survivors took from the zombies, though she always kept an eye on her older brother.
"It's your world now!" Alexander yelled, "It's not too late to take and be truly free! We have shook off the shackles that claimed the greedy, shambling masses that throw themselves at us every day! Life runs in our veins and we should run that life however we want it!"
Alexander banged his drums and hummed a song that he was not playing.
MaxWar
King
Hehehe, i feel like this is gonna be pretty fun! 
When i wrote my team list, i was kinda in a hurry. I had imagined a little background for my characters and wanted to write it too. I hope its ok if i do that now, since you already started writing the story and all... I updated my other post, it goes as follow.:
When i wrote my team list, i was kinda in a hurry. I had imagined a little background for my characters and wanted to write it too. I hope its ok if i do that now, since you already started writing the story and all... I updated my other post, it goes as follow.:
Eltain
Deity
Perfectly fine, MaxWar. However, only Jimmy and Frank are here at the beginning. Maybe they lost their companions somewhere along the way, maybe they died. They might resurface.
Very 70s story, nutranurse. I am digging it.
Very 70s story, nutranurse. I am digging it.
MaxWar
King
Np, I understood that much! Just felt i had to put some meat around the bones, so you have a better idea of how i imagined the characters. Its the first time i get involved in a NES btw. ( Beside fixing a bunch of old 8 bit consoles that is
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nutranurse
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Hahaha, that's a pretty awesome combo.
Gem Hound
Deity
((First time for me too MaxWar. 
Here's a good one:
Start this track:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYw7eJYadco
Go into another TAB and start this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=j-yuQdPr7uQ
Play them at the same time.
It works perfectly.))
Here's a good one:
Start this track:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYw7eJYadco
Go into another TAB and start this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=j-yuQdPr7uQ
Play them at the same time.
It works perfectly.
))
Gem Hound
Deity
Rocket City Rednecks
Jessica sat around the campfire with Richard and Henry just inside of the walls. "I wonder how Steve and Jordan are doing right now. Those two could survive anything. I bet they are running around with the Riffs right now clear city blocks for fun... I still think about how we became separated...
It was a dark and stormy night. We had split up into two teams so we could cover more ground. I was with Steve and Jordan holding my Lee-Enfield rifle. I had become low on rounds and the streets were empty. I had just noticed how silent the streets were when the silence was broken by the gurgling scream of a survivor being killed by the Zed. Suddenly, the Zed were everywhere. Harris went down. Next Sarah went down. It was pure chaos. I used the last of my bullets and took out several Zed but they just kept on coming." She shuddered before she continued. "Our group of survivors were beginning to drop like flies. Next Kendra went. Then the newest member of the group, Gordy died. I had ran out of bullets and the Zed had finally reached me. I used the Lee-Enfield and my knife to defend myself but there was too many. The group became separated during the fight and I was just about to die when your group found us. You managed to save two of us. The other two contacted us with radios later but they were on the other side of the massive wall of Zed and we could not reach them. We still attempted though and by the time we broke through, they were no longer in radio range. The riffs of New York then numbered 26. We eventually made our way west until we reached this city. It seemed like it was swarmed with Zed so we went in. There was many many Zed in the city and it took all 26 of us to reach the first group of humans we had seen in forever. The group we are with now. The other 23 that were living when we entered this horrid city are now dead as we had decided to search this city to figure out why they were so concentrated here. We had managed to kill several of the Zed but they had still thinned our ranks down to us three. Now we sit around this campfire talking about horrible pasts. What shall we do now boys? I think I need a new weapon. Should we go out and look for one?"
Richard suddenly awoke "snrk snrk snort HUH? What did you say?" "You weren't even listening to me!" Jessica was shocked and she slapped Richard across the face. "Ow darlin that kinda hurt. I think we should do whatever you said."
Orders:
The Rocket City Rednecks are to go out and find a weapon for Jessica once the walls are not surrounded by Zed.
Jessica sat around the campfire with Richard and Henry just inside of the walls. "I wonder how Steve and Jordan are doing right now. Those two could survive anything. I bet they are running around with the Riffs right now clear city blocks for fun... I still think about how we became separated...
It was a dark and stormy night. We had split up into two teams so we could cover more ground. I was with Steve and Jordan holding my Lee-Enfield rifle. I had become low on rounds and the streets were empty. I had just noticed how silent the streets were when the silence was broken by the gurgling scream of a survivor being killed by the Zed. Suddenly, the Zed were everywhere. Harris went down. Next Sarah went down. It was pure chaos. I used the last of my bullets and took out several Zed but they just kept on coming." She shuddered before she continued. "Our group of survivors were beginning to drop like flies. Next Kendra went. Then the newest member of the group, Gordy died. I had ran out of bullets and the Zed had finally reached me. I used the Lee-Enfield and my knife to defend myself but there was too many. The group became separated during the fight and I was just about to die when your group found us. You managed to save two of us. The other two contacted us with radios later but they were on the other side of the massive wall of Zed and we could not reach them. We still attempted though and by the time we broke through, they were no longer in radio range. The riffs of New York then numbered 26. We eventually made our way west until we reached this city. It seemed like it was swarmed with Zed so we went in. There was many many Zed in the city and it took all 26 of us to reach the first group of humans we had seen in forever. The group we are with now. The other 23 that were living when we entered this horrid city are now dead as we had decided to search this city to figure out why they were so concentrated here. We had managed to kill several of the Zed but they had still thinned our ranks down to us three. Now we sit around this campfire talking about horrible pasts. What shall we do now boys? I think I need a new weapon. Should we go out and look for one?"
Richard suddenly awoke "snrk snrk snort HUH? What did you say?" "You weren't even listening to me!" Jessica was shocked and she slapped Richard across the face. "Ow darlin that kinda hurt. I think we should do whatever you said."
Orders:
The Rocket City Rednecks are to go out and find a weapon for Jessica once the walls are not surrounded by Zed.
BananaLee
Fruity Penguin
Eliza Harding & Co
Orders
Story
Will have one but it might miss deadline - big exam in 12 hours so I gotta sleep.
Orders
- Sandy Bottom and Aaron Vetter to hook up with the crazy rednecks to search for weapons, food, and fuel. Take back as much as can be carried with a priority on weapons and food
- Eliza and JC to do a meet and greet with everyone else - have a chat and see what mutual objectives everyone has (apart from staying alive) - while also inspecting the walls of the compound to make sure the defences are up to scratch.
Story
Will have one but it might miss deadline - big exam in 12 hours so I gotta sleep.
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Vanilla City Saints Orders
The Roses will hook up with the Rednecks, Vetter, and Bottom to search for weapons, food, and fuels. Priority on weapons and food.
Thomas Johnson will talk to everyone just to make sure everyone is more or less on the same wavelength.
The Roses will hook up with the Rednecks, Vetter, and Bottom to search for weapons, food, and fuels. Priority on weapons and food.
Thomas Johnson will talk to everyone just to make sure everyone is more or less on the same wavelength.
nutranurse
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Do you want us to post our orders here, Eltain?
Eltain
Deity
Yeah, wherever.
EDIT: A whole day to go and 4/9 orders in.
EDIT: A whole day to go and 4/9 orders in.
MaxWar
King
Orders:
Frank: If zombies are not an immediate threat/concern, his priority is to get information about the other survivors, see what their individual skills and goals are. He talks a lot with the group in order to work toward a cohesive strategy for the group. His second priority is scouting the surrounding land and building a map of the area. If zombies are a concern: Frank really likes to imagine clever ways of killing, fooling or tricking zombies.
Jimmy, as the faithful caddy that he is, never gets far away from Frank and mostly stays silent, unless Frank gives him specific directives. However, as much as he can without getting away from Frank, Jimmy likes to inspect the fortifications and see if there are weak points. Whenever they are outside, Jimmy is always on the lookout for useful items, whatever it may be. Once again, he never gets far away from Frank. Jimmy usually does not talk much unless he feels he has something useful to say.
Frank: If zombies are not an immediate threat/concern, his priority is to get information about the other survivors, see what their individual skills and goals are. He talks a lot with the group in order to work toward a cohesive strategy for the group. His second priority is scouting the surrounding land and building a map of the area. If zombies are a concern: Frank really likes to imagine clever ways of killing, fooling or tricking zombies.
Jimmy, as the faithful caddy that he is, never gets far away from Frank and mostly stays silent, unless Frank gives him specific directives. However, as much as he can without getting away from Frank, Jimmy likes to inspect the fortifications and see if there are weak points. Whenever they are outside, Jimmy is always on the lookout for useful items, whatever it may be. Once again, he never gets far away from Frank. Jimmy usually does not talk much unless he feels he has something useful to say.
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Orders:
The group, consisting of Father Cornelius, Victor and John make their way a little to the east along 10'th Avenue, with Cornelius looking for supplies and precious whiskey, while Victor and John stand guard, ready to kill any undead that draw close to their little defensive positions. Cressick is not in the least worried about zombies, and Cornelius is still a little drunk off of his last batch of whiskey and grain alcohol to be worried at all, with Victor concerned for the welfare of their former partners Kyle and Seth lost in the rubble of this collapse society.
OOC: Sorry I could not get a story in today, I've been rather busy with an assortment of stuff in the afternoon.
The group, consisting of Father Cornelius, Victor and John make their way a little to the east along 10'th Avenue, with Cornelius looking for supplies and precious whiskey, while Victor and John stand guard, ready to kill any undead that draw close to their little defensive positions. Cressick is not in the least worried about zombies, and Cornelius is still a little drunk off of his last batch of whiskey and grain alcohol to be worried at all, with Victor concerned for the welfare of their former partners Kyle and Seth lost in the rubble of this collapse society.
OOC: Sorry I could not get a story in today, I've been rather busy with an assortment of stuff in the afternoon.
Eltain
Deity
Day 2
Tuesday, March 12th, 1974
"30 of us banded together here and now. For companionship in this harsh new world.. for security, for the greater good? Who knows."
Spoiler :
Spoiler :
Eltain
Deity
Spoiler :
I find it very enjoyable writing for those different characters. Hopefully someone other than me will be able to tell the difference. Of course, I won't be able to write for your characters nearly as well as you, so go ahead and show me how it's done! It'll be fun.
Gem Hound
Deity
Rocket City Rednecks
Jessica was stroking her finger up the sort-of-bent crowbar as the other two walked in. "Hello boys. Where's that big gun you are always toting around?" "Upstairs Jessy. We should go to that gun safety thingamajig. Don't you think so Henry?" Richard said as he elbowed Henry. "I was shooting at something I though was attacking us... I didn't look before I shot. Normally, that's how you survive in this horrible situation. I think we should skip the gun safety thing and go North on Lyon Street ransacking homes for food, water, gas, and weapons. Survivors are important too. If we find any alchy though, It's ours." "I think that is a good idea. We should go out now and head North scavenging for that stuff." replied Richard. They went scavenging up the street until the first intersection and then took a left. If any zombies attack, they get burnt.
Summary: The RCRs skip the gun safety thing and go out foraging instead. They are to go North on Lyon Street until the first intersection. At that intersection, they turned left and went down the street. They are ransacking homes and whatnot looking for food, water, medicine, weaponry, tools, gas, and alcohol. Once they fill themselves with supplies, they will go back to the base a start out again where they left off.
Jessica was stroking her finger up the sort-of-bent crowbar as the other two walked in. "Hello boys. Where's that big gun you are always toting around?" "Upstairs Jessy. We should go to that gun safety thingamajig. Don't you think so Henry?" Richard said as he elbowed Henry. "I was shooting at something I though was attacking us... I didn't look before I shot. Normally, that's how you survive in this horrible situation. I think we should skip the gun safety thing and go North on Lyon Street ransacking homes for food, water, gas, and weapons. Survivors are important too. If we find any alchy though, It's ours." "I think that is a good idea. We should go out now and head North scavenging for that stuff." replied Richard. They went scavenging up the street until the first intersection and then took a left. If any zombies attack, they get burnt.
Summary: The RCRs skip the gun safety thing and go out foraging instead. They are to go North on Lyon Street until the first intersection. At that intersection, they turned left and went down the street. They are ransacking homes and whatnot looking for food, water, medicine, weaponry, tools, gas, and alcohol. Once they fill themselves with supplies, they will go back to the base a start out again where they left off.
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The Dairy of Sebastian Gautier
12th of March, Tuesday, 1974
8:00
Going out today, god knows why--medicine, Octavia tells us, that we need medicine. There is a whole horde of zombies out there and we're getting medicine? I do not give a damn if I get a scrape or something when I am fending off some $*#@ing monster from hell. Are these things from hell? I am not a religious person or anything, but it, I mean, I did not exactly believe in zombies either.
*Scribbled out portion, visible elements talk about a fire-extinguisher and something about a homemade spear*
19:22
----The more I think on it the more that it seems almost believe able. What if the rapture happened? What if we are actually in hell or something--or worse?
12th of March, Tuesday, 1974
8:00
Going out today, god knows why--medicine, Octavia tells us, that we need medicine. There is a whole horde of zombies out there and we're getting medicine? I do not give a damn if I get a scrape or something when I am fending off some $*#@ing monster from hell. Are these things from hell? I am not a religious person or anything, but it, I mean, I did not exactly believe in zombies either.
*Scribbled out portion, visible elements talk about a fire-extinguisher and something about a homemade spear*
19:22
----The more I think on it the more that it seems almost believe able. What if the rapture happened? What if we are actually in hell or something--or worse?
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