Author Topic: Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...  (Read 62111 times)



It must.

and it shall

and then Jorci will have to make another roleplay to keeep us entertained....

Blaze made this one and I hope jorici makes a deadspace text adventure game.



Blaze made this one and I hope jorici makes a deadspace text adventure game.
yes

Profile - Arijog
Weaponry - .22 semiautomatic Ruger Rifle, kitchen knife, my dad's Glock 19
Clothing - Just the clothes on my back.
Inventory - Pizza, a frying pan, a backpack, and other useless stuff.
Age: Thirteen years, one month, nineteen days.
Location: Colorado.



I woke up in my house to find myself quarantined. I shot the bubble and I escaped. My parents were zombies. I unwillingly shot and killed them with my .22 rifle. Then I turned on the TV. I watched some Doctor Who and the news. The news said, "BREAKING NEWS! ZOMBIE OUTBREAK! The reporter said, "There is currently a zombie outbreak in the US. Number of people infected is unknown." The reporter was making the stupid mistake of standing outside. A zombie walked up behind him and bit his neck. The scream was HORRIBLE. There was lots of blood. I immediately turned off the TV. An hour later, I decided to walk to Sonic and grab a slushie (FREE SLUSHIE WOOT). Halfway there, I got hit in the back of the head with something metallic and heavy. I was knocked out. <NOT DEAD>

I'm back. Oh yeah.

DOUBLE TOAST

I woke up in the back of a car. Luckily the people who knocked me out decided to take everything I had. I  still had my slushie, so I drank some of it. I grabbed the frying pan, slowly creeped up front, and knocked out my captors. Then I thought, forget, how do I get out now? Then I remembered my weapons. forget, no ammo. I searched my captor's pockets...


+30 G19 ammunition!
+2 15-round clips!


So then my Glock had some ammo. But what about my .22?
I broke the windows with my gun, and I searched the trunk. Nothing. Eventually I saw some zombies and shot them in the head with my .45. "Say goodbye to your heads, wankers!" I yelled crazily. The guys who knocked me out came to, and almost knocked me out again. This time I was ready. I shot their legs and ran off.

That was copied and pasted from PK1M


Ok. I knew that. I didnt say it was not. :/

WE KILLED THE TOPIC SO IT DIED NOW WE NEED A NEW ONE FIX IT JORICI
Selfish.

This cannot die it is fun to me! D:

Stop trying to kill topics you douchefaces. And Jorici is making too many topics (no offense).