Author Topic: Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...  (Read 61838 times)

Ash added a vote for yes.

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Name: ???

Equipment: Crowbar, pistol. Both normally sheathed. Medkit.

Location: OSHU.

Appearance: Dark black hoodie, hood normally always up, denim jeans, and a pair of sneakers.

Couldn't help but add a vote for yes. I normally stood in the background for OSHU. But now this stuff turned up to personal. To see my cousin acted on due to infection? No. That stuff will not stand for me. My name is Kamarov Shen. And the fight begins soon. Not just between infected and survivors. But between Survivors, and Traitors.

Alternately Alex or reyes or whatever the forget his name is could just leave. But whatever.

Alternately Alex or reyes or whatever the forget his name is could just leave. But whatever.

Aye. But I know Watcher almost too well. They fight to stay most of the time.


Dont expect Kamarov to be used, except for during attacks, and scavenging missions.

Name: Austin
Health: 100
Status: Walking around and being friendly and stuff
Inventory: Handgun
Location: OSHU

I'm walking around OSHU when some pissed-looking guy walks past me, pushing me into the wall. I pull out my handgun and shoot at him, and everyone ducks for cover as I charge at him, saying "no motherforgeter is pushing ME around!". He dodges and I bring my foot up t his head, knocking him back. Karan runs in saying "Quit this immidiantly!", which Ash promptly ignores and attacks me. I get blown to the wall and his arm gets blown across the corridor by my handgun. He screams in pain as he falls to the ground and Karan stands by, shocked into silence. Some doctors pick up Ash and take him to the ER. Karan, after recollecting himself, turns towards me and orders some military personel to take me out of the hospital.
Ha, yeah right.
I quickly collect my items and get on my ATV then escape.

Name: Austin
Health: 100
Status: Pissed
Inventory: Everything, shot several military personel and reclaimed my stuff
Location: Escaping OSHU on my ATV

Welp, there goes my good name.
The military is after me, on foot thank goodness. I'm miles ahead but unbeknowest to me pilots are getting into some jets. I eventualy see one of the jets fly over me and being the take-advantage-of-everything kind of guy I take refuge in a underground parking zone. I drive around as military personel roll in on some of their own ATVs and go in hot pursuit. I lead them through floor after floor of parking levels and eventualy escape with the military still trying to find their way through the maze. I drive back to Pensylvania with nothing following me (they think I'm still in the parking zone) and getaway safely.

Could you define "arm gets blown across the corridor"?

Could you define "arm gets blown across the corridor"?

I shoot his arm and the force sends it flying across the corridor amd hitting the wall.

Like this:
                      V impact point of arm hitting the wall
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                      |   <-arm going at the wall
      Ash ->0   /
0 <-me
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.. Uh, Altered, .. No. Just, no. Ash listens to Karan, unlike most, meaning you just failposted, and without my permission, as my characters are normally NOT allowed to be godmoded, Ash basically just went unharmed, and Austin nearly would've been shot in the skull by Kamarov's .44 magnum.

.. Uh, Altered, .. No. Just, no. Ash listens to Karan, unlike most, meaning you just failposted, and without my permission, as my characters are normally NOT allowed to be godmoded, Ash basically just went unharmed, and Austin nearly would've been shot in the skull by Kamarov's .44 magnum.

Rage makes you at different. I'm honestly a nice guy but when irritated I rage and don't think
>not listening to Karen
>the human instinct to hit with your fists
are boh explained with rage's effects of making you not think clearly

and besides, you survive and get a really cool prostetic arm that has a gun built into it or something so it's kind of a good thing for you

Rage makes you at different. I'm honestly a nice guy but when irritated I rage and don't think
>not listening to Karen
>the human instinct to hit with your fists
are boh explained with rage's effects of making you not think clearly

and besides, you survive and get a really cool prostetic arm that has a gun built into it or something so it's kind of a good thing for you

Prosthetic Arm Not Approved.

I am now adding a timelimit counter so if they stitch on his ARM in that amount of time, there will be no use for prosthetics.

5:10.


I agree with LEEROYS post.
However, I'm still not clear.
Did the web get blown off? Like, buzzsaw cuts off an arm, blown off?

This doesn't make sense

Is he missing an arm?
He isn't BTW, but still.

And two posts POP in.
He doesn't have an arm apparently.

Well, it went to the wall, Lug. Ash was still standing, and fell to the ground. Arm detached.


DAMNIT GET THE MEDICS.

GOGOGOGO.


5:07

And two posts POP in.
He doesn't have an arm apparently.

I shot it off

I am now adding a timelimit counter so if they stitch on his ARM in that amount of time, there will be no use for prosthetics.

I don't think it works the way you think it does
>nerves would have to be reconnected
>veins would have to be reconnected
>everything would have to be reconnected

+ prostetics are loving awesome D:
you could have a super-strong heat-resistant bullet-shooting skull-crushing arm and everyone would fear and resect you for being badass with a robot arm

which you could use to take revenge on me

2:04 and the medics have finished cleaning your arm

Name: Kamarov

Status: Pissed.

Location: On the move with a dirtbike.

Equipment: Speedreloader .44 Magnum (6/12), Knife

I was right behind the forgeter. I set off to the side to avoid military ATV's. I then shot two rounds, popping one of his tires, missing on the second shot. I managed to move closer to Austin, stood on the handlebars, and jumped. I pulled out the knife, and grabbed the back of the ATV, dangling, as I stabbed the ground, shattering the tip of the blade but it was still wedged. I lost grasp, and let go, and pushed myself up.

"No god Damn way."
Karan raced to the OR, carefully carrying Ashes arm in preparation to try to put it back on, and counting on his miraculous rapid healing ability to carry him through.
Ash moaned in pain.
"Okay, take this and make him unconscious we don't have much time"
Karan said to Fulton, his now personal assistant while handing him GENERIC HEAVY OBJECT.
Fulton paused. "Are you sure?"
"JUST DO IT WE DON'T HAVE TIME"
"Okay, okay."
One swift hit later, Ash was out like a light.
(In playing a doctor, but I have no clue how the surgery would go. Ironic.)
Tl;dr, the arm is sewed back on safely. I don't know how so sue me
"Jesus Christ, how in hell does this guy get hurt so much?" -Karan
"I don't know." -Fulton
"In confining him to infirmary. Have your sister keep guard."
"Alright."
"I hope I put everything back right... that's a difficult job. Ya know. Sewing someone's completely severed arm back on. So hard, I dont think anyone has ever done it."
"If you say so."