Author Topic: Zombie survival; PK1M Pandemic  (Read 74082 times)

Profile - [Jonathon, brown.]
Weaponry - [swiss army knife(Would this count as both a weapon and tool?).]
Clothing - [T-shirt, leather jacket, blue jeans.]
Inventory - [lighter, cigarettes, bottle of vodka.]

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I was woken up by my friend, jack, the day they first talked about the outbreak via radio, having planned ahead for this me, and jack, head out for the old copper mine just east of town, where two of our friends will meet us.

Before this happened, we joked about there being an outbreak, and so we started so we starting building a 'zombie survival shelter' in the back of this copper mine, filling it with supply's, and such.  However for years we've just been coming here to hang out, and drink... Anyway, me and jack get to the copper mine to find only one of our friends waiting for us...

CONNECTING TO ZOMBIE SURVIVAL DIALOGUE LOADER 3.6.2...


CONNECTION SUCCESSFUL.
LOADING DIALOGUE...
New dialogue update ready! Load? [y/n]
> yes
UPDATING...



UPDATE COMPLETE.
CHANGELOG:
Whispering will be represented in italic.
Shouting will be bolded.
Emphasis will be represented by underlining.

LOADING DIALOGUE...
DISPLAYING DIALOGUE...


Ryan: --static.

John: It sounds like static?

Ryan: Yeah.

Percy: So now what?

Devin: Iunno.


[ walks down the street and spots a bar ]
Me: >:D molotov time
[ breaks down the door and finds 8 bottles of vodka and 5 cloth 3 napkins and a swiss army knife ]

Powerdag, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN. Its a useless, stupid, and annoying hindrance.


Powerdag, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN. Its a useless, stupid, and annoying hindrance.
forget you. It's a cool thing.

Percy: Well, I could peek out the lid with my EliteMAW. If it's a zombie, I'll stab him. Sound good?

Ryan: Go for it.

I lift the lid and peek out. It is a forklift carrying the box. I can not see who is behind the forklift from this angle.

Percy: We're on a forklift. I can't see who's driving, though. Should I peek up and-

I am cut off as the box moves, and we start falling at about a 45 degree angle.

Max: What's going on?!!

John: Beats me!!!!!

Jessica: SCREW WHISPERING! We need to get out of here!

I toss the top of the box off to see us sliding down some sort of chute.

Percy: DUCK!!!

Me and Devin barely duck in-time to avoid being decapitated by a metal bar.

Percy: Let's just see where this ends up taking us...

A long 20 seconds minutes later, we finally reach the bottom.

I begin to peek out the top of the box, but I immediately duck down.

Percy: This conveyer belt is heading for a group of zombies. About 6 boxes ahead, a zombie worker is checking each of the boxes as they go by! We've got about 60 seconds before we get to him. WHAT do we do?

Ryan: I have an idea! There's only one zombie, I can't see any more. Oh, wait, there's a few. Some are dead. We can take them, there's more of us than them.

Everyone jumps out. I cut off the zombie worker's head with my own Elite MAW. We kill the other zombies shortly after.

John: They're all dead. Let's hope there are no more.

Devin: Oh, wait, one more.

Devin kills the last zombie.

John: Okay, now there's no more.

Everyone walks out a nearby door.

What the hell. You stole my MAW idea...
Get a different wep. Have a mininuke for all I care, just don't steal my MAW™ idea.

What the hell. You stole my MAW idea...
Get a different wep. Have a mininuke for all I care, just don't steal my MAW™ idea.
When you trademark things, you make it five times more likely, if not ten to be stolen. It's your fault for trademarking it in the first place.

Just choose something else please.



Devin: Enough arguing about trademarks.

Ryan: We weren't talking in the dialo-

Devin: Whatever. Where are we, anyway?

Jessica: Zombie-run factory?

John: No, human harvesting plant. Look.

We all turn to see a row of machines, each systematically turning humans into meat patties. Max turns around and vomits.

Joseph: That's horrifying.

Skelo: national socialist-zombies? Anyone?

 Devin: Ha.

Skelo: forget you, it was good joke. (im assuming Skelo is russian?)

Me: That is sick and twisted on so many levels...
Skelo: Ok, I know my joke wasn't that good, but-
Me: No, the patties. Man I would give anything for some C4 right now.
John: Well it's not like it will drop out of the sky.
*meanwhile, one story above*
Survivor 1: Come on, drop some stuff! it is weighing us down!
Survivor 2: Drops C4 into the venting system*
*meanwhile*
The C4 falls from the vent and lands in my hands.
Me: Its C4! Its in working order! and it dropped from the sky!
John: Well I guess I stand corrected.

*One C4 get!*

Devin: Where the forget is your rabbit's foot?

Max: I guess being half-zombie has it's benefits.

John: Guys, zombie guards ahead!

Jessica: Take the C4 and hide dumbasses!

We all run behind the conveyor belt and duck just as the zombie guards walk up to the belt.

Zombie 1: Whar iz de zombie brothars manning thish shtation?

Zombie 2: I derno, but i shmell meat... human meat!

Zombie 1: You dumbass, thish whole plaesh smells like meat... but this smells too fresh!

Max tosses the C4 and one of the zombies catch it. He flips the switch and dead flesh and blood rain on the group.

Jessica: Overkill much?