Cloner4000
Call of Duty
Maximilian said:
Those are sneek peek put up by fe3333au..you will hopefully see them soon enough. Meanwhile enjoy the current version. They are great too.
Escape From Zombie Island 2 ready for public consumption
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Those are sneek peek put up by fe3333au..you will hopefully see them soon enough. Meanwhile enjoy the current version. They are great too.
LMR
Back In Green!
I'll have a go at some pedia entries too, if you like 
KingArthur
Searching for the Holy Grail
The more the merrier.
I need one for the dalek - it's a hobby project of Jeff Morris an ex employee of The Company. It's his upgrade so you've got to explain how he cimbs into the thing and pedals it around.
I need one for the dalek - it's a hobby project of Jeff Morris an ex employee of The Company. It's his upgrade so you've got to explain how he cimbs into the thing and pedals it around.
KingArthur
Searching for the Holy Grail
I need a new background for Ms Tokugawa since I hijacked parts of her entry for the Prom Queen at The School. Ms Tok. now starts outside the Gentlemen's club so make of that what you will. Her original entry (by Plotinus) is below. I'd like to keep the elements regarding her father's disappointment while leaving the ending open for a possible reconciliation.
"^"Father! Father!" yelled Ms Tokugawa, pushing aside the remains of a door and peering down the corridor.
She swore silently to herself in Japanese. The twitching limbs and puddles of blood that littered the playground
had not been a good sign. As soon as she'd realised that a full-scale Zombie invasion was under way,
she'd rushed to the school, fearful that her father's innate karate skills would not be enough to save him
or the school kids. But it looked like she was too late. The kids had all become Zombies and Mr Tokugawa
and the rest of the staff were nowhere to be seen!
^
^Ms Tokugawa leaned against the door frame and tried to think. She knew that her father had always been disappointed
in her. He had believed she was frittering her life away with her dead-end jobs, her deadbeat boyfriend,
and her talentless Jap rap group, when she should have been working her way up the career ladder at Aoki Corp.
Had he been right? Suddenly there came a sound from beneath the rubble.
^
^"Help! Help!"
^As she pulled little Timmy from beneath the fallen beams, Ms Tokugawa felt a new sense of responsibility
and determination flooding through her. At long last she had a purpose.
She knew she could find a weapon at the school firing range. She would protect Timmy, find her father,
and put an end to the Zombie menace that had been unleashed upon the city. Her life would never be the same again..."
"^"Father! Father!" yelled Ms Tokugawa, pushing aside the remains of a door and peering down the corridor.
She swore silently to herself in Japanese. The twitching limbs and puddles of blood that littered the playground
had not been a good sign. As soon as she'd realised that a full-scale Zombie invasion was under way,
she'd rushed to the school, fearful that her father's innate karate skills would not be enough to save him
or the school kids. But it looked like she was too late. The kids had all become Zombies and Mr Tokugawa
and the rest of the staff were nowhere to be seen!
^
^Ms Tokugawa leaned against the door frame and tried to think. She knew that her father had always been disappointed
in her. He had believed she was frittering her life away with her dead-end jobs, her deadbeat boyfriend,
and her talentless Jap rap group, when she should have been working her way up the career ladder at Aoki Corp.
Had he been right? Suddenly there came a sound from beneath the rubble.
^
^"Help! Help!"
^As she pulled little Timmy from beneath the fallen beams, Ms Tokugawa felt a new sense of responsibility
and determination flooding through her. At long last she had a purpose.
She knew she could find a weapon at the school firing range. She would protect Timmy, find her father,
and put an end to the Zombie menace that had been unleashed upon the city. Her life would never be the same again..."
KingArthur
Searching for the Holy Grail
Here's Britney's entry so you can see what bits I nicked from Ms Tokugawa's original entry:
^"Brad! Brad!" yelled Britney, pushing aside the remains of a door and peering down the corridor.
What a way to start the most romantic night of her life at the school prom with Brad. The twitching limbs and puddles of blood that
littered the playground had not been a good sign. As soon as she'd realised that a full-scale Zombie invasion was under way,
she'd pulled on the dress she was due to wear that night (just in case it would be the last time that she and Brad had together),
rushed to the school, fearful that Brad would try to do something heroic.
^
^But it looked like she was too late. The staff had all become Zombies and Brad and the others preparing the sports hall for the evening were
nowhere to be seen!
^
^Britney leaned against the door frame and tried to think, something that she was unaccustomed to doing. Suddenly there came a sound from beneath the rubble.
^
^"Help! Help!"
^As she pulled little Timmy from beneath the fallen beams, Britney felt a new sense of responsibility
and determination flooding through her. At long last she had a purpose way beyond hair and nail care.
She knew she could find a weapon at the school firing range. She would protect Timmy, find Brad,
and put an end to the Zombie menace that had been unleashed upon the city. Her life would never be the same again...
^"Brad! Brad!" yelled Britney, pushing aside the remains of a door and peering down the corridor.
What a way to start the most romantic night of her life at the school prom with Brad. The twitching limbs and puddles of blood that
littered the playground had not been a good sign. As soon as she'd realised that a full-scale Zombie invasion was under way,
she'd pulled on the dress she was due to wear that night (just in case it would be the last time that she and Brad had together),
rushed to the school, fearful that Brad would try to do something heroic.
^
^But it looked like she was too late. The staff had all become Zombies and Brad and the others preparing the sports hall for the evening were
nowhere to be seen!
^
^Britney leaned against the door frame and tried to think, something that she was unaccustomed to doing. Suddenly there came a sound from beneath the rubble.
^
^"Help! Help!"
^As she pulled little Timmy from beneath the fallen beams, Britney felt a new sense of responsibility
and determination flooding through her. At long last she had a purpose way beyond hair and nail care.
She knew she could find a weapon at the school firing range. She would protect Timmy, find Brad,
and put an end to the Zombie menace that had been unleashed upon the city. Her life would never be the same again...
The Omega
Completely Insane
Hey, what's this talk of not using the female samurai for Ms. Tokugawa's upgrade? Omega think it's an okay unit.... And the more samurai action in the game, the better.
odintheking
Lighting the way...
Hmm... how about the night that the zombies invade is prom night, and right before the dance, Brad ditches her. So (seeing as how she put too much effort into dressing up for nothing, and it would be totally lame to go by herself) she goes home, grabs her great grandfather's civil war pistol, and is going back to school to make Brad take her to prom. That's when the zombies attack...
KingArthur
Searching for the Holy Grail
Zeb The Farmer needs an entry. Here's what he has so far but it needs to be fleshed out a bit more.
#PRTO_Zeb
^
^{Faction(s): Farmers}
^Zeb is Paradise City's only farmer. His family once owned large parts of the island but over the years most of the
land was lost: either stolen, sold or gambled away. Zeb is using the opportunity of a Zombie apocalypse to reclaim what he
believes rightfully belongs to him.
#PRTO_Zeb
^
^{Faction(s): Farmers}
^Zeb is Paradise City's only farmer. His family once owned large parts of the island but over the years most of the
land was lost: either stolen, sold or gambled away. Zeb is using the opportunity of a Zombie apocalypse to reclaim what he
believes rightfully belongs to him.
Maximilian
Chieftain
Speaking of Zeb how come he can make mpps with the zombies?
Bluemofia
F=ma
Doesn't he need an embasy with them?Maximilian said:
KingArthur
Searching for the Holy Grail
He's just a wildcard to cause you additional trouble. Originally not intended to be playable.
The real reason is that I cannot create more than 3 factions locked separately in a war with the Zombies unless I stuck him in an alliance with one of the other human factions. Since his motives are purely based on winning back the island he isn't really aligned to any one faction so it just made sense to leave him on his own.
The real reason is that I cannot create more than 3 factions locked separately in a war with the Zombies unless I stuck him in an alliance with one of the other human factions. Since his motives are purely based on winning back the island he isn't really aligned to any one faction so it just made sense to leave him on his own.
Maximilian
Chieftain
KingArthur said:
Ok sounds good to me.
Oh before I forget, I know you ruled out barbarians a long while ago, but why not have 'barbarian' Homeless People?
Cloner4000
Call of Duty
barabrain spawn randomly so it wouldn't be really good to have diplomancy of any kind.
I'll help with the pedia entry, since I have zero knowledge on programming
The troop transport rocks...I have loads of fun squishing off reg. zombies.
I'll help with the pedia entry, since I have zero knowledge on programming
The troop transport rocks...I have loads of fun squishing off reg. zombies.
Cloner4000
Call of Duty
Alrighty here's one I come up with.. for Miss Tokugawa
"baka(idoit)...Oh you are so dead now Hannibal..." Miss Tokugawa fessed as she paced around the Gentlemen's Club impatiently.
" He's late AGAIN. This is the third time this week, and guess what? It's only Thursday. I told him to be early to talk about what to do with my father"
Ms Tokugawa leaned against the door frame and tried to think. She knew that her father had always been disappointed
in her. He had believed she was frittering her life away with her dead-end jobs, her deadbeat boyfriend,
and her talentless Jap rap group, when she should have been working her way up the career ladder at Aoki Corp.
Had he been right?
Miss Tokugawa was so intent in her own thoughts that She did not notices couple of slow, jerking figures wonder into the club until she heard several groans and inhuman screams. Well, that sure got her attention.
She turn and run to the gate of the club only to see horrified customers rushing out of building. Each running for their lives some are even gravely wounded with missing chucks of flesh.
She asked one of the men crawing towards her. "Who did this to you"
The man weakly replys "monsters...MONSTERS..." before he become lifeless on the ground. She then hear a gunshot and saw two men in a deadly struggle. "A bar fight? Not likely..."
She then hear another person yelled " it's the ends of the worlds. zombies are invading..ahhhhh"
The vicious zombie then walks towards her slowly with eyes glazed over. fresh blood and guts dripping from it's flashing teeth
Miss Tokugawa's instinct kick into places as she did a double takes and gracefully kicked the zombie to the floor snapping it's neck. She then pick up the dead man's pistol and get a feel of it.
Maybe that karate my okason(dad) teach me was useful after all, she then remembers about the school prom, near the graveyard. She feel a sudden sense of dred, she shudder at the thought what a zombie would do to a whole bunch of whiny school kids. Knowing her Father being a principle he would be heartbroken if he would let harm come to any of these kids. She suddenly thought of an idea. "if I can save the kids from those zombies then okason is sure to finally be able to reconginize me. At least this time I am doing something with a purpose" She hoister the pistol and walks off thinking that her life would never be the same again
"baka(idoit)...Oh you are so dead now Hannibal..." Miss Tokugawa fessed as she paced around the Gentlemen's Club impatiently.
" He's late AGAIN. This is the third time this week, and guess what? It's only Thursday. I told him to be early to talk about what to do with my father"
Ms Tokugawa leaned against the door frame and tried to think. She knew that her father had always been disappointed
in her. He had believed she was frittering her life away with her dead-end jobs, her deadbeat boyfriend,
and her talentless Jap rap group, when she should have been working her way up the career ladder at Aoki Corp.
Had he been right?
Miss Tokugawa was so intent in her own thoughts that She did not notices couple of slow, jerking figures wonder into the club until she heard several groans and inhuman screams. Well, that sure got her attention.
She turn and run to the gate of the club only to see horrified customers rushing out of building. Each running for their lives some are even gravely wounded with missing chucks of flesh.
She asked one of the men crawing towards her. "Who did this to you"
The man weakly replys "monsters...MONSTERS..." before he become lifeless on the ground. She then hear a gunshot and saw two men in a deadly struggle. "A bar fight? Not likely..."
She then hear another person yelled " it's the ends of the worlds. zombies are invading..ahhhhh"
The vicious zombie then walks towards her slowly with eyes glazed over. fresh blood and guts dripping from it's flashing teeth
Miss Tokugawa's instinct kick into places as she did a double takes and gracefully kicked the zombie to the floor snapping it's neck. She then pick up the dead man's pistol and get a feel of it.
Maybe that karate my okason(dad) teach me was useful after all, she then remembers about the school prom, near the graveyard. She feel a sudden sense of dred, she shudder at the thought what a zombie would do to a whole bunch of whiny school kids. Knowing her Father being a principle he would be heartbroken if he would let harm come to any of these kids. She suddenly thought of an idea. "if I can save the kids from those zombies then okason is sure to finally be able to reconginize me. At least this time I am doing something with a purpose" She hoister the pistol and walks off thinking that her life would never be the same again
Cloner4000
Call of Duty
Jeff Morris
A genius way beyond his time, he had graduate from MIT when he was only 19 and had master the art of robot making and AI programming by 23. and his career peaks when he make his first interactive robot by 25. However, it's all down hill from here. He was then lured by the company to Paradise island to work on some alternative form of cheaper secruity. He suggestted and leads the TWATT project, a ruthless AI programed to shot at anything moving. His future looks bright, but then the **** robot somehow resembles the robots from Terminator movie and unexpected, just weeks before the finaly touch to stablize the AI in the robot. The Company monthball the project and fires Dalek. Deciding to drank away his sorrow in the Sci-Fi convention he was trapped when the convention center comes under attack by the hordes of zombie. The Nerds scatter into hiding. This is the survival of the fitting in that the most Nerd is able to get away and left the sportsjockeys or the popular people to their own doom. Maybe this is some sort of sickly payback. Dalek thought to himself as he hides in the ceiling of one room.
now for the robot.
Jeff was taking a nap when he heard small arms fire and shouting erupt around the convention center. "Whoa, what's going on?" he rubs his eye and focus on the broken entrance. A zombie walks towards the broken door unsuspectedly and the head was blown off. Then he saw a couple SWAT officers rush thorugh the building follow by some guy with chainsaw and then another guy with assault rifles follow by a beatiful asian woman. They continue their grizzly work of finish off zombies. Feeling safe enough he comes down from his hidding places walks toward the SWAT officer and couple of civilizan.
"Thanks for saving my life" Jeff said gratefully. "what is going on?" Hannibal replied "this is a zombie breakout. now most of cities are filled with zombies, you are lucky you are still alive, we could use some help here, we need some heavy firepower to fight to airport.
Jeff suddenly remember one of his ingenous project he thought up while taking a bubble bath. "Hey if you can get me a iron pot, couple steel poles and a trash can. Followed by some electic generator and wires I promise I'll make something good to help you. I can make a powerful robot firing laser and running over them I called it the Dalek Entron 3000.
Hannibal was stunned for a momment "laser firing weapon? Is this men nuts? but thinking over the situation, he needs all the help he can get" "Alright. you got it. I'll collect the equipments..just make sure it works"
"Finally,Jeff rejoiced, I'll prove those idiot at the company what I am truely capable of, MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...
A genius way beyond his time, he had graduate from MIT when he was only 19 and had master the art of robot making and AI programming by 23. and his career peaks when he make his first interactive robot by 25. However, it's all down hill from here. He was then lured by the company to Paradise island to work on some alternative form of cheaper secruity. He suggestted and leads the TWATT project, a ruthless AI programed to shot at anything moving. His future looks bright, but then the **** robot somehow resembles the robots from Terminator movie and unexpected, just weeks before the finaly touch to stablize the AI in the robot. The Company monthball the project and fires Dalek. Deciding to drank away his sorrow in the Sci-Fi convention he was trapped when the convention center comes under attack by the hordes of zombie. The Nerds scatter into hiding. This is the survival of the fitting in that the most Nerd is able to get away and left the sportsjockeys or the popular people to their own doom. Maybe this is some sort of sickly payback. Dalek thought to himself as he hides in the ceiling of one room.
now for the robot.
Jeff was taking a nap when he heard small arms fire and shouting erupt around the convention center. "Whoa, what's going on?" he rubs his eye and focus on the broken entrance. A zombie walks towards the broken door unsuspectedly and the head was blown off. Then he saw a couple SWAT officers rush thorugh the building follow by some guy with chainsaw and then another guy with assault rifles follow by a beatiful asian woman. They continue their grizzly work of finish off zombies. Feeling safe enough he comes down from his hidding places walks toward the SWAT officer and couple of civilizan.
"Thanks for saving my life" Jeff said gratefully. "what is going on?" Hannibal replied "this is a zombie breakout. now most of cities are filled with zombies, you are lucky you are still alive, we could use some help here, we need some heavy firepower to fight to airport.
Jeff suddenly remember one of his ingenous project he thought up while taking a bubble bath. "Hey if you can get me a iron pot, couple steel poles and a trash can. Followed by some electic generator and wires I promise I'll make something good to help you. I can make a powerful robot firing laser and running over them I called it the Dalek Entron 3000.
Hannibal was stunned for a momment "laser firing weapon? Is this men nuts? but thinking over the situation, he needs all the help he can get" "Alright. you got it. I'll collect the equipments..just make sure it works"
"Finally,Jeff rejoiced, I'll prove those idiot at the company what I am truely capable of, MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...
Cloner4000
Call of Duty
Troop Transport.
"Step on the Peddle..We have to get to the radio station" Private Second Class Thomas yelled at the driver of a 5 ton 4x4 Truck as it carries 3 National Guards to resuce a trapped SWAT.
"err Sir we have zombies in our path, they blocked the road.
"Just run over them" Cpl.Gilbert yelled at the driver, "maul over those bastards!!!"
"hang on" The driver speed up the truck and smashes into a group of zombies sending body parts flying thourgh the air, the truck skitted for several hundred feet before stopping in front of the radio station.
" At least we make it in one piece" Private Second Class Thomas commented, rubbing his back.
A SWAT officer then ran to the truck and bang on the door and said "Officer Ackley sir..We need to reinfornce the Radio Station now, a hord of zombie is coming from the Cinema.
Pvt. Martin said "Alright, they kick some stinky zombie ass."
Cpl. Gilbert then toldthe driver to fix the god damn truck in case they need to make a fast getaway. "It sure if a fine piece of equipment to ran over the zombie with if you can get some heavy-duty steel to cover the tires and the front.
so yeah here's a couple suggestions...other should probably try too. mine tend to stray off too much.
"Step on the Peddle..We have to get to the radio station" Private Second Class Thomas yelled at the driver of a 5 ton 4x4 Truck as it carries 3 National Guards to resuce a trapped SWAT.
"err Sir we have zombies in our path, they blocked the road.
"Just run over them" Cpl.Gilbert yelled at the driver, "maul over those bastards!!!"
"hang on" The driver speed up the truck and smashes into a group of zombies sending body parts flying thourgh the air, the truck skitted for several hundred feet before stopping in front of the radio station.
" At least we make it in one piece" Private Second Class Thomas commented, rubbing his back.
A SWAT officer then ran to the truck and bang on the door and said "Officer Ackley sir..We need to reinfornce the Radio Station now, a hord of zombie is coming from the Cinema.
Pvt. Martin said "Alright, they kick some stinky zombie ass."
Cpl. Gilbert then toldthe driver to fix the god damn truck in case they need to make a fast getaway. "It sure if a fine piece of equipment to ran over the zombie with if you can get some heavy-duty steel to cover the tires and the front.
so yeah here's a couple suggestions...other should probably try too. mine tend to stray off too much.
fe3333au
Deity
I beg doing the Dalek entry 
... I'm thinking that Morris could be a Brit.
After all none of you US/Europe guys have even watched the BBC series Dr. Who and realise just how fanatical a fan of this show can become
Dr Who is the longest running sci fi television series in television history ... started in 1963 
@ Maximilian ... Regarding the Zeb Clan ... I see them as not really alligning with the Zombies ... but is more like a cease fire with Zeb who has a misanthropic attitude against anyone who is not family and loyal to his employ.
As mentioned he sees the outbreak as a way of regaining contol of his island and enjoys the fact that all the mainlanders, suits and red tape government types are getting eaten. He will assist any faction that gives his an upper hand to surviving. Being a product of generations of inbreeding, I really like the fact that when a war the Zeb clan will eat the envoy
Also thinking that their leaders cound all be Uncles, Cousins, Brothers of Zeb.
I will expand on them when I test this faction after Authorities.
Regarding colours ... the suggestion was merely from a 'look of the game' point of view. Sickly Green is good for the infected ... but those excellent electric fence lines/sensors that have become the cultural boundaries are difficult to see for the Authorities
@KingArthur ... what sort of a rough deadline (all going well with that blasted CTD) do we have before release ???
... I'm thinking that Morris could be a Brit.After all none of you US/Europe guys have even watched the BBC series Dr. Who and realise just how fanatical a fan of this show can become
Dr Who is the longest running sci fi television series in television history ... started in 1963 @ Maximilian ... Regarding the Zeb Clan ... I see them as not really alligning with the Zombies ... but is more like a cease fire with Zeb who has a misanthropic attitude against anyone who is not family and loyal to his employ.
As mentioned he sees the outbreak as a way of regaining contol of his island and enjoys the fact that all the mainlanders, suits and red tape government types are getting eaten. He will assist any faction that gives his an upper hand to surviving. Being a product of generations of inbreeding, I really like the fact that when a war the Zeb clan will eat the envoy
Also thinking that their leaders cound all be Uncles, Cousins, Brothers of Zeb.
I will expand on them when I test this faction after Authorities.
Regarding colours ... the suggestion was merely from a 'look of the game' point of view. Sickly Green is good for the infected ... but those excellent electric fence lines/sensors that have become the cultural boundaries are difficult to see for the Authorities
@KingArthur ... what sort of a rough deadline (all going well with that blasted CTD) do we have before release ???
fe3333au
Deity
Regarding the Fortification graphics .... is the city size when walls are no longer needed (and hence the graphic disappears) hardcoded ???
If not, we could change the Population Number when a city jumps to the next size designation.
If not, we could change the Population Number when a city jumps to the next size designation.
Cloner4000
Call of Duty
what I am saying is that those of us want to do it should all write one and then we can pick and choose. I have little knowledge of sci-fi so it's up to you fe3333au and Dr.Who...maybe you can write Dr. Lazar too
fe3333au
Deity
No Problem Cloner4000, you are right of course
Just noticed that upgraded Elvis nolonger bombards
... but produced an Elvis Impersonator from Zombies 
Just noticed that upgraded Elvis nolonger bombards
... but produced an Elvis Impersonator from Zombies Similar threads
