Author Topic: Infestation - A Text Roleplay  (Read 3905 times)

"You look like an idiot, but I could use someone with quick reflexes like you. Lose the gear and I'll suit you up with one of these." Xavier clearly indicated his suit. "Come inside, go chill in the living quarters. If you need food, use the terminal next to the room labeled COE and send a request for the type of food. It'll come out the deposit zone next to the terminal.

Name: John Orlov
Apparel: Advanced Exo Suit(Mk6),Basic Uniform
Occupation: Engineer
Equipment: Advanced Plasma Cutter,Plasma ammo(29),Bowie Knife
Location: Elevator



John: forget this.

I hear voices coming from somewhere nearby. I search around and I spot another elevator.Maybe I could get over there?
*snap*

John:stuff

*snap*
*snap*

Nikolai calmly explains he can't help it if he has horns, it's one of his genetic traits.
He'd also prefer to wear his own clothing, as it is tougher than that cheap suit.

Snap!
Nikolai: "Did anyone hear that?

Snap!
Nikolai turns on his visor.
Nikolai: "Infrared mode."

A few creatures seem to be hitting something from behind a wall. The remains of a child can be faintly seen from what's left of his/her body heat.

Xavier: "What do you see?"
Nikolai: "They're behind that wall. Run."

"No thanks. Come inside before I shut the door on you." (the safe room is safe.)

Name: John Orlov
Apparel: Advanced Exo Suit(Mk6),Basic Uniform
Occupation: Engineer
Equipment: Advanced Plasma Cutter,Plasma ammo(29),Bowie Knife
Location: Elevator



A beast busts through the elevator doors.

John:HOLY MOTHER OF-

It wacks me through the elevator to what seems to be another elevator. I try to get up but I get hit by an electric baton

/blackout

NEW SPECIAL CHARACTER
You must already have a character and have posted ten times with at least three sentences.
oh and its a necromorph by the way

The Crawler snarled at its brothers. It was the largest of them all. It cut one, and they all scampered away. He began devouring the corpse of the human. He finished eating all the organs quickly, jumping into a vent. He scampered along, silently observing three humans...

"who are you? why am I here? I must deliver my letter!"
Saphic yells about his letter before lapsing back into unconciousnee.

you know you guys dont have to wait for me to post

A message broadcasts over the radio.
"System AI core still active. Awaiting commands."

Nikolai just plays hearts with his deck of cards. The room is relatively silent, other than the small amount of chatter.
Having a good sense of hearing, he can single out all the different sounds. He hears the automated voice on the radio.
"Hey, does anyone here own a robot?"

Suddenly, a large clunking was heard from the deposit box. The two men in the living quarters rush outside, weapons drawn. Xavier walked out. "Whoa whoa whoa. It's okay. I was just ordering a plasma weapons shipment." Xavier opened the case, and jumped backwards as a crawler jumped on his face. He fired wildly at it with his cutter, but all the shots missed. "GOD D- DON'T JUST STA- AAAHAH JESUS CHRIST HELP ME!"

Nikolai grabs the crawler and rips it off Xavier's face. It hurts Xavier a bit, but Nik's technique caused the crawler to let go. He then crushed the crawler under his strong feet.

Nikolai: "It's dead now. We got the weapons shipment, too. What a coincidence, they have a FREE CRAWLER WITH EVERY ORDER policy."

Everyone laughs.

Xavier extracts the weapons from the crate. Two plasma bolters (fire huge plasma bolts), a Security Cutter (more power to the bolt launcher), and a Plasma Rifle. Xavier takes the Security Cutter and plasma rifle, heading back to his quarters. "Oh, one more thing." He types something into the terminal, and a small crate with a terminal on it slide into the room. He picks it up and tosses it to Nikolai. "Type in the name of a food into the terminal. It'll change into whatever you put in."

Name: Sean
Apparel: Indiana jones like fedora, leather jacket, blue jeans, gloves, leather boots.
Occupation(engineer, passenger, etc.): Sniper
Equipment: 44. Magnum , Chefs knife
Location: Rooftop


Me: Well this is nice
...
Me: Lets head to the train station or something
[ As i walk there a group of zombies walk up behind me and try to kill me i try and aim my relvover BAM blast ones head off and run ]

What
the
hell
this
is
on
a
space
ship
not
a
city
and
there
are
no
zombies
did
you
even
read
the
topic.
spacing for emphasis.