Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 167180 times)

They don't have claws
They have nails but they totally don't have claws.

He cuts me with his nails, then? :c

Scratching.
I doubt the nails would've been filed to points.

Scratching.
I doubt the nails would've been filed to points.
it's possible to open up gashes with fingernails i think

it's possible to open up gashes with fingernails i think
I've done it.

Huh
For me it took a while.

Fine deep scratches.

it's possible to open up gashes with fingernails i think
I've experienced it.

Beta and I wake up at dawn. Good, the crazies didn't come and eat us in the night. Beta looks out of a pair of binoculars and sees its footprints. He's not too sure that it's a crazy though, points out that the prints are from a pair of boots, and the walk was probably due to an injury on the leg.

If you say so. Crazy or not, it's wise to follow him, could lead us to survivors.
Half grim half smug look.

We search the police station some more, but don't find anything but a few more empty guns (which we take) and two bullets that don't seem to fit into any gun. We put the guns in the trunk (and lock it), and follow the footprints on foot.

Whatever. Let's just say it was a knife.

Anyway, I'm near the hotel, and I'm running for my life, and you guys are in the hotel; so, like, one of you could help me or something, maybe?
« Last Edit: July 30, 2012, 10:05:12 PM by BlockDuck »

Bored out of my mind, I lay on a bed and go to sleep.

"Who's that kid running towards the hotel? HEY, KID!"

if this dies i swear to god

You can't just yell at me, I'm running for my life from a crazy.

Save me, or something.

I quickly kill the crazy chasing him.
"You okay?"

Me and Beta catch up to the person making the footprints.

Good thing we didn't kill him in the dark last night. That would've been too bad.
Nods.
Make ourselves known yet?
Shakes head. Gives gesture to watch.

The man wraps a piece of cloth around his hand and punches in the window to a car. He unlocks the door and goes in. He rummages around for some time and when we next see him he's popping pills like m&ms.

Had to be a stoner.
Rolls his eyes.
Now?
Nods slowly.

Hey you!
Jumps. What do you want old man?
How'd you like to join the army?
Stares for a minute. Are you some kind of lunatic?
No, why?
Because the army got their a**** handed to them. Why restart that whole mess.
Because I can do things better.
Really? Care to test that out?
Sure.
I'm going to come at you. If I kill you, you're wrong.
Fair enough.
Charges.
Throatpunch
Hacking and wheezing: *couch* I'm willing to *gasp* hear you out now. Hacks up blood and passes out.

Wow, this style of doing things makes for long posts.

So, uhm, who is Plethora's character? (I just joined a little while ago.)