Duddits
03-02-2004, 6:59 PM
And here we go. The RP is claimed I was going to make at BF is made here at WB's. woot
Alien Existance
November 7, 2008
3:20 AM-- Somewhere in the Nevada Desert
"Wake up, Kathrine! Wake up!" In the pitch-blackness, a women groaned wearily. "Kat! C'mon, girl. Get up!" With a click, Patrick Reed's face seemingly appeared out of no-where when he clicked the tiny lamp on their bedside table. His normally youthful face looked as if it had ages forty years. Most of this could be blamed on the light quality of the room. Yet something else seemed to be troubling him. "Get up now!"
"I'm up!" screamed his wife of fourteen years. She had a pretty face with shoulder length, brown hair that was sticking out every way right now. "What are you screaming at me for?"
"I can't explain, and I don't have time to. Pack a set of clothes and get in the car!" Patrick wasn't looking at his wife. Instead he was rushing around the room collected various bits of clothes and throwing them into a briefcase at the foot of the bed.
"Patrick, you aren't making sense. Slow down and tell me what this is about." Outside, sirens started to scream into the cold mourning air.
"Shit," Patrick whispered to himself. "Kat, I don't have time to argue. Just get your ass out to the car." Her eyes glared menevolently at him, still he obeyed and went to the car. Patrick gathered bits of money he could find and raced out to the garage and into the car with Kat.
With the squeal of the tires, their blue Explorer back out of their driveway and down the street. Every now and then, they past a dimming lamp post.
"Patrick, would mind explaining what's going on?" asked Kat. She had her arms crossed over her chest. She had her thin nightgown on. In this cold mourning air, two large bumps broke the smooth surface of her chest.
"To be honest, I don't know. All I do know is that somebody fucked up with something they weren't supposed to. Something else must have fucked up too, because I made it out of the lab. The building was designed to magnetically seal itself off permanently if they were ever a spill or leak. I was getting a cup of coffee when I saw that the silent alarm had gone off." Both Patrick and Kat jumped as all of the alarms in the installation turned on. "Oh shit!"
Ahead of them, the security gate at the entrance was sealing itself off. A large steel door was supposed to come out from the ground at the gate. Around the entire installation was a fifteen-foot concrete wall. This was the only way out. The shiny top of the steel gate was visible already. "Patrick, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
It was quite obvious what he was going to do. The engine roared, shifting from fourth gear to fifth, and still the RPM gauge read 5,300 RPM. The Explorer was going over eighty. The steel door had already raised itself two inches off the ground. "Get out of the fucking way!" Patrick screamed. The two security guards had come out of the glass security box and stood in-between the door and the Explorer.
"Don't you even think about doing it Patrick! You will not hit them. God damn it, listen to me!" Patrick slammed on the horn. It wailed through out the air. The two security guards waved their hands in the air, beckoning them to stop. The door has raised and additional two inches and was a football field away; the guards half that distance. "Stop it Patrick!" Kat punched Patrick in the arm.
"Damn it women! Don't you understand that this is the only way out? Do you not understand that this place will be fucking obliterated in a few minutes!? Those guards are already dead!" The Explorer was doing over 120 now. They came ever closer to the two guards.
"That's no reason to kill them! I will fucking divorce you if you hit them!" Patrick just shook his head, silently cursing at himself. The Explorer went on, gaining speed still. Yet the guards did not move till the very last second. They jumped out of the way, each going in opposite directions. The one that jumped to the left didn't move fast enough, however. The Explorer slammed into the bottom half of his knees while he was in midair. Blood from his shattered legs sprayed up onto the windshield. The rest of him somehow took the driver side mirror off too.
"Nooo!" Kat yelled. She squealed with disgust, wiggling against her seatbelt. Somehow she wrapped her neck up in the seatbelt, not totally strangling her but causing her to panic. She cried out for help from Patrick, but her muffled scream didn't break into his conscious mind. He was concentrating on the gate, which was now almost six inches off the ground. The Explorer's engine yelled in protest to the strain Patrick was putting on it. 'Just a little longer', he though to it.
The Explorer hit the 6 inches of steel with a boom. The front tires instantly blew out, throwing Patrick and Kat forward in their seats, yet somehow managing to get on top of the gate and avoid flipping forward. Then the back tires hit the gate. The right side tire blew out. Patrick's head slammed against the ceiling, knocking him out. The Explorer slowed down in the desert after about three miles. A gigantic explosion boomed through the air and ripped across the desert.
The heat from the explosion of the installation's small, thermo-nuclear bomb behind them burnt the all of the paint off the backside of the Explorer. It popped the rear right tire and melted both tired in back.
Inside, Patrick lay unconscious. The top of his head had an extremely large knot growing on top of it, almost looking like a horn. It was bleeding quite freely. His glasses lay on his lap, smashed. His shirt was torn to shredded from the seatbelt. The seatbelt had left large burns on his forearms and around his neck. When he awoke, he thanked the lord the Explorer didn't have airbags. To his right hung Kat. Her neck had been snapped from the seatbelt locking up. A small bit of blood dribbled from the corners of her eyes.
Patrick Reed survived the explosion of the Southwest Government Installation #12 unbeknownst to any human. To everyone else, he was dead. He never had a chance to return to his work with biological weapons again. He would, however, change the course of not only human history, but of everything that is.
---
The plague, also know as ‘Red Death’, ‘Superflu’, or ‘the Infection’, spread quickly. Through contact or by air, being even in the close proximity infected a person. They appeared to develop flu like symptoms, which most people merely dismissed as winter flu. The developed a nasty cough within a few days of infection. Slowly, a burning fever took immobilized them, throwing them into convulsions.
They die of two ways. The cough grows steadily worse until they cough so hard and long that they eventually tear their own esophagus out. They suffocate and bleed internally. They are the lucky few. The others who don’t choke on their throat die of a reverse of blow flow. The excruciating phenomenon happens extremely slowly. They die vomiting with blood pouring out all external openings.
Patrick walked to a nearby shit town called Modernscape a few miles outside Las Vegas. The town had thirty-four inhabitants, ranging from four months old to ninety-eight. The town had one gas station and a three-classroom school. They all were infected before the night.
From there, the people went on with their daily lives until the plague struck them down. They all went to the Nevada’s version of the city that never sleep frequently, infecting everyone who came in contact with them. Las Vegas was in ruins with two weeks.
The plague spread like gasoline in a fire. Arizona, California, Texas, the entire southwest had all been infected and killed within the first month. The government tried to suppress the ravage disease and the rumors blaming the United States for creating the disease. The President himself appeared before the dying nation to try to bring peace to the rioting and panicking nation. He himself died on July 4th, ironically, thanks to underground bunkers. The disease spread killing everything from the Mississippi to the West within two months. The continent of North America by May.
Many visitors to the United States returned to their homeland, infecting and dooming the rest of the world. The human race was practically extinct by the end of that year,
Not only did the human die, but most wildlife caught the disease and were killed. The world was thrown into silence in just outside of a year. The rainforest were not going to be cut down anymore. The British have had their last cup of tea. The United States no longer have a national obesity problem. The Middle East is finally at peace. Nuclear arms are resting peacefully in their bunkers.
However, there is but a faint hope for the human race. A vastly small minority of people had a natural immunity the plague. The humans number hopelessly small, they attempted to band together and restart civilization.
In the United States, people are gathering around the city of Nashville, Tennessee. Hope for civilization might just exist if they all band together. Yet another group of people are gathering in the great city of Las Vegas. A man who is rumored to hold unnatural powers leads them. Evil power. A person only known by name as Pat.
A conflict is growing, will you be prepared? Take a look around, the nation is in ruins. Who will reign supreme?
((**===**))
You are a good-hearted now-loner in the United States. You dreams have been dark as of late. Horrid visions of power and atrocities about the Wets. You dreams draw you to Nashville. You must travel there, for you fear a great evil will cast its hand down upon you any minute there. Tales of civilization exist there...
OR
You are a person of corrupt being and evil intentions. You dreams show you glory and power to the West. A man known as Pat will lead you to a great and glorious victory over the weak. You will travel to the West or die trying…
RULES::
Based in U.S. or possibly Canada only.
Modern weapons such as machine guns are available but are not to be abused in killing players. NPC’s on the other hand are (nearly) free game if they attack you (hint hint) are you just feel like being evil. You do not start of with weapons but must find them within the vast emptiness of the U.S.
Cars an trucks are available but walking would make your journey more interesting.
Separate into two group: ‘Good’ and ‘Evil’. The good head for Nashville and the evil to Las Vegas. Conflicts exist between these two groups so if two happen to meet, have some kind of conflict. Two players may meet and travel to a group to their destinations but if groups are to be formed, NPC’s should mostly be used :D Here we go
You can change sides
You may kill players but be fair about it and not abuse it. If your character is killed, you may revive them by giving reason to explain (I.E. The bullet nearly missed her heart and shot through her without damaging her organs.) If you chose to accept your character’s death then you may rejoin as one of the NPC’s you created or by making a new player.
NO POST IS TO BE IGNORED unless it be an absolutely retarded post ("The nuke exploded and blew up the Earth, killing everyone") But to be fair on the posts, try to restrict yourself from ‘dreamers’ (Then he wakes up and everything is back to normal), mass important NPC killings, frequent PK’ing, or posts that radically alter the story line (you be the judge and set your own limit :-/ ). Try ot to make one liner posts.. eh…
NAME/GENDER/AGE:
LOCATION:
ALLIGENCE (good, bad, or unknown if you want it to be a plot twist)
DESCRIPTION:
BIOGRAPHY (include their reaction to the plague):
Woot woot, here we go. I’ll post my character and contribution to the story w//I the next few days. I have a couple big test to get ready for and am pushing it by typing this story and a parody of PW before them.
Alien Existance
November 7, 2008
3:20 AM-- Somewhere in the Nevada Desert
"Wake up, Kathrine! Wake up!" In the pitch-blackness, a women groaned wearily. "Kat! C'mon, girl. Get up!" With a click, Patrick Reed's face seemingly appeared out of no-where when he clicked the tiny lamp on their bedside table. His normally youthful face looked as if it had ages forty years. Most of this could be blamed on the light quality of the room. Yet something else seemed to be troubling him. "Get up now!"
"I'm up!" screamed his wife of fourteen years. She had a pretty face with shoulder length, brown hair that was sticking out every way right now. "What are you screaming at me for?"
"I can't explain, and I don't have time to. Pack a set of clothes and get in the car!" Patrick wasn't looking at his wife. Instead he was rushing around the room collected various bits of clothes and throwing them into a briefcase at the foot of the bed.
"Patrick, you aren't making sense. Slow down and tell me what this is about." Outside, sirens started to scream into the cold mourning air.
"Shit," Patrick whispered to himself. "Kat, I don't have time to argue. Just get your ass out to the car." Her eyes glared menevolently at him, still he obeyed and went to the car. Patrick gathered bits of money he could find and raced out to the garage and into the car with Kat.
With the squeal of the tires, their blue Explorer back out of their driveway and down the street. Every now and then, they past a dimming lamp post.
"Patrick, would mind explaining what's going on?" asked Kat. She had her arms crossed over her chest. She had her thin nightgown on. In this cold mourning air, two large bumps broke the smooth surface of her chest.
"To be honest, I don't know. All I do know is that somebody fucked up with something they weren't supposed to. Something else must have fucked up too, because I made it out of the lab. The building was designed to magnetically seal itself off permanently if they were ever a spill or leak. I was getting a cup of coffee when I saw that the silent alarm had gone off." Both Patrick and Kat jumped as all of the alarms in the installation turned on. "Oh shit!"
Ahead of them, the security gate at the entrance was sealing itself off. A large steel door was supposed to come out from the ground at the gate. Around the entire installation was a fifteen-foot concrete wall. This was the only way out. The shiny top of the steel gate was visible already. "Patrick, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
It was quite obvious what he was going to do. The engine roared, shifting from fourth gear to fifth, and still the RPM gauge read 5,300 RPM. The Explorer was going over eighty. The steel door had already raised itself two inches off the ground. "Get out of the fucking way!" Patrick screamed. The two security guards had come out of the glass security box and stood in-between the door and the Explorer.
"Don't you even think about doing it Patrick! You will not hit them. God damn it, listen to me!" Patrick slammed on the horn. It wailed through out the air. The two security guards waved their hands in the air, beckoning them to stop. The door has raised and additional two inches and was a football field away; the guards half that distance. "Stop it Patrick!" Kat punched Patrick in the arm.
"Damn it women! Don't you understand that this is the only way out? Do you not understand that this place will be fucking obliterated in a few minutes!? Those guards are already dead!" The Explorer was doing over 120 now. They came ever closer to the two guards.
"That's no reason to kill them! I will fucking divorce you if you hit them!" Patrick just shook his head, silently cursing at himself. The Explorer went on, gaining speed still. Yet the guards did not move till the very last second. They jumped out of the way, each going in opposite directions. The one that jumped to the left didn't move fast enough, however. The Explorer slammed into the bottom half of his knees while he was in midair. Blood from his shattered legs sprayed up onto the windshield. The rest of him somehow took the driver side mirror off too.
"Nooo!" Kat yelled. She squealed with disgust, wiggling against her seatbelt. Somehow she wrapped her neck up in the seatbelt, not totally strangling her but causing her to panic. She cried out for help from Patrick, but her muffled scream didn't break into his conscious mind. He was concentrating on the gate, which was now almost six inches off the ground. The Explorer's engine yelled in protest to the strain Patrick was putting on it. 'Just a little longer', he though to it.
The Explorer hit the 6 inches of steel with a boom. The front tires instantly blew out, throwing Patrick and Kat forward in their seats, yet somehow managing to get on top of the gate and avoid flipping forward. Then the back tires hit the gate. The right side tire blew out. Patrick's head slammed against the ceiling, knocking him out. The Explorer slowed down in the desert after about three miles. A gigantic explosion boomed through the air and ripped across the desert.
The heat from the explosion of the installation's small, thermo-nuclear bomb behind them burnt the all of the paint off the backside of the Explorer. It popped the rear right tire and melted both tired in back.
Inside, Patrick lay unconscious. The top of his head had an extremely large knot growing on top of it, almost looking like a horn. It was bleeding quite freely. His glasses lay on his lap, smashed. His shirt was torn to shredded from the seatbelt. The seatbelt had left large burns on his forearms and around his neck. When he awoke, he thanked the lord the Explorer didn't have airbags. To his right hung Kat. Her neck had been snapped from the seatbelt locking up. A small bit of blood dribbled from the corners of her eyes.
Patrick Reed survived the explosion of the Southwest Government Installation #12 unbeknownst to any human. To everyone else, he was dead. He never had a chance to return to his work with biological weapons again. He would, however, change the course of not only human history, but of everything that is.
---
The plague, also know as ‘Red Death’, ‘Superflu’, or ‘the Infection’, spread quickly. Through contact or by air, being even in the close proximity infected a person. They appeared to develop flu like symptoms, which most people merely dismissed as winter flu. The developed a nasty cough within a few days of infection. Slowly, a burning fever took immobilized them, throwing them into convulsions.
They die of two ways. The cough grows steadily worse until they cough so hard and long that they eventually tear their own esophagus out. They suffocate and bleed internally. They are the lucky few. The others who don’t choke on their throat die of a reverse of blow flow. The excruciating phenomenon happens extremely slowly. They die vomiting with blood pouring out all external openings.
Patrick walked to a nearby shit town called Modernscape a few miles outside Las Vegas. The town had thirty-four inhabitants, ranging from four months old to ninety-eight. The town had one gas station and a three-classroom school. They all were infected before the night.
From there, the people went on with their daily lives until the plague struck them down. They all went to the Nevada’s version of the city that never sleep frequently, infecting everyone who came in contact with them. Las Vegas was in ruins with two weeks.
The plague spread like gasoline in a fire. Arizona, California, Texas, the entire southwest had all been infected and killed within the first month. The government tried to suppress the ravage disease and the rumors blaming the United States for creating the disease. The President himself appeared before the dying nation to try to bring peace to the rioting and panicking nation. He himself died on July 4th, ironically, thanks to underground bunkers. The disease spread killing everything from the Mississippi to the West within two months. The continent of North America by May.
Many visitors to the United States returned to their homeland, infecting and dooming the rest of the world. The human race was practically extinct by the end of that year,
Not only did the human die, but most wildlife caught the disease and were killed. The world was thrown into silence in just outside of a year. The rainforest were not going to be cut down anymore. The British have had their last cup of tea. The United States no longer have a national obesity problem. The Middle East is finally at peace. Nuclear arms are resting peacefully in their bunkers.
However, there is but a faint hope for the human race. A vastly small minority of people had a natural immunity the plague. The humans number hopelessly small, they attempted to band together and restart civilization.
In the United States, people are gathering around the city of Nashville, Tennessee. Hope for civilization might just exist if they all band together. Yet another group of people are gathering in the great city of Las Vegas. A man who is rumored to hold unnatural powers leads them. Evil power. A person only known by name as Pat.
A conflict is growing, will you be prepared? Take a look around, the nation is in ruins. Who will reign supreme?
((**===**))
You are a good-hearted now-loner in the United States. You dreams have been dark as of late. Horrid visions of power and atrocities about the Wets. You dreams draw you to Nashville. You must travel there, for you fear a great evil will cast its hand down upon you any minute there. Tales of civilization exist there...
OR
You are a person of corrupt being and evil intentions. You dreams show you glory and power to the West. A man known as Pat will lead you to a great and glorious victory over the weak. You will travel to the West or die trying…
RULES::
Based in U.S. or possibly Canada only.
Modern weapons such as machine guns are available but are not to be abused in killing players. NPC’s on the other hand are (nearly) free game if they attack you (hint hint) are you just feel like being evil. You do not start of with weapons but must find them within the vast emptiness of the U.S.
Cars an trucks are available but walking would make your journey more interesting.
Separate into two group: ‘Good’ and ‘Evil’. The good head for Nashville and the evil to Las Vegas. Conflicts exist between these two groups so if two happen to meet, have some kind of conflict. Two players may meet and travel to a group to their destinations but if groups are to be formed, NPC’s should mostly be used :D Here we go
You can change sides
You may kill players but be fair about it and not abuse it. If your character is killed, you may revive them by giving reason to explain (I.E. The bullet nearly missed her heart and shot through her without damaging her organs.) If you chose to accept your character’s death then you may rejoin as one of the NPC’s you created or by making a new player.
NO POST IS TO BE IGNORED unless it be an absolutely retarded post ("The nuke exploded and blew up the Earth, killing everyone") But to be fair on the posts, try to restrict yourself from ‘dreamers’ (Then he wakes up and everything is back to normal), mass important NPC killings, frequent PK’ing, or posts that radically alter the story line (you be the judge and set your own limit :-/ ). Try ot to make one liner posts.. eh…
NAME/GENDER/AGE:
LOCATION:
ALLIGENCE (good, bad, or unknown if you want it to be a plot twist)
DESCRIPTION:
BIOGRAPHY (include their reaction to the plague):
Woot woot, here we go. I’ll post my character and contribution to the story w//I the next few days. I have a couple big test to get ready for and am pushing it by typing this story and a parody of PW before them.