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DAWN OF THE DEAD RPG...


THIS is the alternate site for the DAWN of the DEAD RPG ! We are leaving behind the evil genius and his army of canadian zombies ! Post your character names here ! We will start again Friday once all the players who are leaving the old game sign in here !!!

"She thinks she's a mystery to all/ but I know what's behind those eyes."

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*MY CHARACTER*
Name-Holly Hamilton

Age-18

Gender-Female

Height-5'5

Weight-117

Pic- http://imdb.com/gallery/ss/0361696/raisevoice_DF_01602.jpg

BIO:

She's an all-american girl in every possible way! Holly is a high school senior in southern California, but she was visiting her grand parents in Canada for the summer when the breakout happened. They were able to survive for a month in there boarded up home, just the three of them, but as hope (and supplies!) dwindled and the chance of survival looked bleak, her grand parents committed suicide by overdosing on sleeping pills. Before he passed away her grandfather showed her how to use a handgun, and how to kill zombies by going up to their roof each day and target practicing on them. Holly is a pacifist, and a kind, generous hearted person, but she will do whatever she has to do to survive! She is currently hiding out on a rooftop of a building, surrounded by zombies. All she has is her gun, a half empty water bottle, and her IPOD to help keep her alive.


BACKGROUND:

Holly is an interesting blend of personality! Funny, smart, offbeat and upbeat, she won Class Clown in her Junior year of high school and then became Class President at her high school and she got that way because she's popular with everyone - the popular ones, geeks, teachers, homies, you name it! She's pretty, but was a little overweight as a pre-teen before growing/dieting out of her baby fat - it was something that made get picked on alot - so she knows what it's like to be an outsider! (Very important!)

She's never really had a steady boyfriend because they all get intimidated by her eventually and because she's very independent!

She is a super positive optimist, and always tries to be strong for others, even when she feels lonely and hopeless (which is alot more often than anyone could ever imagine)

Holly has been able to keep herself alive by using her wits and resourceful nature. She was on the track team, played soccer and worked her way up to a blue belt in Judo class, so she can get herself out of tricky situations because she's quick and nimble.

CLOTHES:
Wearing a blue cotton hoodie pullover zip up jacket, jeans and a pair of black and white checkerboard Van's! =)


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Hello all. I am the Misbehavours friend, thanks for letting me in on this.

Name: David Atkinson

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Height: 6 feet 2 inches

Weight: 210 pounds

Bio: David has lived with his parents on their dairy farm since he was born. Since he was a small boy, he loved to play hockey. He has played hockey all his life and was recently drafted to the AHL. David was popular all through high school, and was known for his calm nerve, and his devilish good looks. Since David was a boy, he has owned and operated his own shotgun, and is good at operating large machinery that might be found on a farm. David was a straight A student and had a very promising future ahead of him, until that one fateful night...

Appearance: David is a tall coccasian, of a muscular build, with brown hair and green eyes.

What he was doing that night: David was sleeping and was awoken by his father, and they both boarded up the house. He and his family have been holed up in their farmhouse, venturing out, only to get food from their cellar. About a week ago, zombies made it into the farmhouse, and ate his family. David had to kill his entire family, before he decided to head into the city to look for other survivors.

What he has on him: David was wearing A red plaid jacket along with jean coveralls, and workboots. David escaped the farm in his dodge pickup, and took minimal food and water, along with a shotgun, shells, and a wood axe.

Roses are red, violets are blue, all of my base, are belong to you.

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Well done Misbehavour!

Okay, guys, you're set up. Anyone have plans for securing the monastery ?

I'll post a scene inthe morning based on any posts you guys make tonight. Have fun!

"She thinks she's a mystery to all/ but I know what's behind those eyes."

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Name: Blake

Age: 36

Occupation: unknown, though apparently he was an exobiologist… and worked with NASA.

Blood Type: AB-

Appearance: http://www.thewebsitez.com/tvcentral/Images/johndoe.jpg

Attire: White button down shirt and black slacks

History: Blake knows absolutely nothing about himself or his past other than what’s slowly coming to him. He woke up in the back seat of a Lincoln town car with two federal agents in the front seat dead after the car apparently spun out on some ice and smashed into the side of a building. With no identification on him he began to wonder the street absently with only the two hand guns he’d taken from the dead agents. After running out of ammo he broke into the first building he found which happened to be the same one that Holly has holed up in. When she asked him for his name he said Blake, the first name that came to mind. He’s not sure if it’s correct but it feels right.

Personality: He’s pretty much a loner though he has no problem joining up with a group if it helps his changes to survival. He’s got very few people skills and he’s completely unreadable. You won’t know that he’s pissed off at you until he breaks your neck. He’s got a cool, sarcastic streak a mile wide and if he can verbally slam you, he’ll do it.

Misc. information: Suffers from debilitating migraines that can hit him out of the blue with no warning.

Weapons: Blake has found that when push comes to shove, he can kill with just about anything he can get his hands on. He’s confident enough to walk outside with nothing on him though if you were to ask him, he wouldn’t be sure if that was because he was confident in his survival skills or something else.

Relationships: None and he’s none to fond of the company he’s currently keeping. He doesn’t intend to betray them, but he’s still pissed off for being locked up (even if they did let him out.) Connor is currently on his sh*t list after trying to shoot him. Right now, he would like nothing more than to pound his face to mush but he can’t.... for now.


I'll post when I can. =D You know by now that I might not post often, but when I do, they're fantastic. lol Blake's so much fun.



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“I’m fine here,” Blake said sitting down and kicking his feet up. “You guys can go sleep in the offices.”

“What’s the matter Blake,” Connor said “don’t trust us not to kill you in your sleep?”

Blake turned his head and looked at Conner blankly. “This coming from the man who was going to shoot me when I was locked up in an equipment cage.”

“You did what?” David asked.

“It doesn’t matter!” Holly said loudly, her voice echoing through the high ceiling. “It’s in the past and there’s nothing we can do to change it! We need to focus on the future.” She grinned at all of them and tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. “That’s where the hope it.”

“The future,” Blake said looking her over. “Well we’re going to have to repopulate. You offering sweetheart?”

“Blake, god d*mn it!” Alice said exasperated. “You’re not making trusting you any easier!”

He tossed his hands in the air beginning to wonder if maybe sticking with this bunch would turn out any better. He wasn’t any freer here than he’d been in the cage. Hell, if they watched his every move he was still a prisoner, just in another way. “What ever you say, princess.”

Ryan sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Maybe we should split up men on one side, women on the other. Sorry Blake, but there’s no way you’re going to be staying here. We’re sticking together in groups. Safety in numbers until we make sure the monastery is clear.”

“Fine,” Blake said standing up. “Get the fu*k out of my way and I’ll clear it. I might not know what I used to do, or at least the details of it,” he said walking across the room and grabbing a door handle leading into another hall, opening it a zombie priest surged at him. Blake snatched his arm out of the way just in time, grabbed it’s head and broke it’s neck. Dropping the crippled zombie he stomped down hard with his foot several times until its head was nothing but mush. “But I know I’m good at killing things. You want to clear this place, lets do it. Probably not a good idea to sleep until that happens. Unless you want to wake up to your leg being gnawed on that is.”

Pulling his gun from his pocket he checked the clip and chambered a round and headed down the hall.



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Holly made sure her gun was loaded and working, then joined Blake in his group.

Like him or not, he was right about being good at killing things and when it came to being around undead, she felt safest around the person she otherwise felt LEAST safe with!

She actually felt pretty safe around all of them. They had survived this far. It was a group of survivors and they all looked out for each other.

Holly wondered how the hell she had made it this far. It seemed unlikely that someone of her stature and generally sweet disposition had lasted more than a few days. But she did, and now all she had to live for was the survival of herself and her new friends.

Blake slowly walked down one of the darkened corridors, a flashlight in one hand. He led the way and the others followed. In their group was Mick, who was walking next to her.

There was a groan from what sounded like was somewhere up ahead. It was hard to tell because of the echoey nature of the hall. Mick stepped in front of Holly, with his shotgun.

"Stand behind me" said Mick quietly.

Holly nodded. She had her 38 revolver ready to go. It was really really quiet, and then there was another groan. But this one was coming from RIGHT BEHIND HER!

Holly turned and there was a zombie, grabbing her hair and pulling her head into it's mouth.

Holly could feel it's sickeningly hot and gross breath and her face was only inches from it's mouth. Holly suddenly felt a strong arm on her neck, yanking her to the floor as a loud shotgun blast made the zombies head blow up!

It's body limply fell backwards and hit the floor with a squishy thick thump!

Holly looked up to see Blake looking down at her. He had saved her life and she wanted to thank him, but he turned away with a sour look on his face.

Holly had seen that look in people's faces before. People made that look when they wanted you to know that you basically disgusted them in some way. It sucked when that happened, but at least Mick was there with a smile to help her up.

Holly dusted herself off, and thanked Mick as they two continued to walk down the hall. Blake was already around the corner.




"Oooooh, Chocoblock! GIMMEE!" Bucky

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"Hey...Connor ?" Ryan had his revolver out in front of him, at a low ready position, as they entered what looked like the old vestry, all dark and wood-panelled walls. It smelled of incense and old books.

Connor looked up from the body that lay on the floor. It was a monk, body dried and dessicated. Whatever had happened to him had happened a long time ago. The body had been stripped of flesh, so quickly and completely it looked like it never even had time to turn. "Yeah ?"

"I want to apologise. I said some pretty rude things to you before...about Alice, I mean." Ryan scanned the room, moving past the massive desk to check the passageway that led to the winding stairs. "Look, Connor...if you're happy...it's not my place to judge. It just threw me for a loop, is all."

"I'm sorry I hit you. I'm not used to thinking like...well, let's just say, I've been in a priest's mindset for a long time. It's been a while since I had a...a relationship to think about." Connor stood from the body. "This was the abbot, I think. He's wearing a ring." He looked around the room. "If he turned a long time ago, and everyone else was dead, I wonder what the zombies did ?"

"You mean, with nothing to eat ?" Ryan started up the stairs. "I thought about that, too. If there's no one around for them to eat, do they starve ? Do they even realise there's nobody around for them to attack ?"

"They sure seem to realise when there's fresh meat around. I wonder if they can communicate with each other." Connor came up the steps behind them, dsesert eagle out and pointed towrds the ceiling. "I notice now...the older ones, the really...'rotten' ones...they don't seem to move as fast or as 'angry' as the fresh ones."

"Now that it's colder outside, they don't seem to move near as fast as before. And they seem to take longer to turn. I wonder...I wonder whjat happened with Alannah's sister. She turned, but she never got bit." Ryan paused, sounding a little contrite when he spoke Alannah's name.

"I think it was drugs, Ryan. She overdosed. But she was the first one I saw turn without getting bit, you're right. I wonder if the virus is in everyone now, not just the zombies." Connor shook his head. "I guess we'll never know now."



"She thinks she's a mystery to all/ but I know what's behind those eyes."

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Mick and Holly continued on down the passage until they reached what they thought was a staircase up to the bell tower. Neither of them had seen Blake since he killed the zombie that was going to eat Holly.

Mick: alright lets head up these stairs - should be a nice view from up there.

Holly: But shouldn't we wait and see if we can find Blake first?

Mick: Look, I don't mean to be rude, but at this point, I really could not care less what happens to him, because...

Mick was cut off by the sounds of footsteps coming rapidly down the
passage. They both turned around lightning fast with guns blazing. This feeling was becoming all too natural to them. This wasn't the first time they had been in this situation.

The pair was getting ready to fire, when they heard a voice

David: Hey! is anybody up there?

Mick: Christ Davey! I almost shot you! You can't just sneak up on people like that, especially given the circumstances!

David: Sorry man, was just trying to find a friendly face around here.

Holly: It's fine,just try to be a little more careful next time.

Mick: Alright, now that your here, lets head up to the top, and see what we can find.

Holly: Hey Davey, you haven't seen Blake have you?

David: No, but when I past the administrative offices, I could hear stirring inside, could have been Blake, but might it might have been zombies, I didn't want to check it out without backup.

Mick: Well Blakcan do what he wants, lets get up that belltower.


Roses are red, violets are blue, all of my base, are belong to you.

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After Blake, David, and Mick all get their beds set up in the vestry, Blake pulls out some wine and starts taking swigs from the bottle.

Mick: Hey, where'd you get that wine from?

Blake: None of your business old man, just go to sleep.

Mick: No respect.

David: So, how did you guys end up out here anyways?

Mick: Well, its a long story, and one that needn't be told right now, its a bit of a touchy subject.

David: Well, I just figured, since it looks like we are gonna be here for a while, I thought I should know how you guy have survived all this time.

Blake: Hey as$hole! Don't think you are one of us just because we chose to save your sorry as$.

David: Alright, that's it!

David gets up and starts storming towards Blake, when Mick steps in stops David in his tracks.

Mick: Stop right there! Now as much this punk may deserve it, we are all in this together, and we can't have bruised and broken peo-ple holding us down.

Blake: So now your Mick's b*tch?

Mick: You shut up, we can tie you up again if ya'd like?

Blake says nothing, but glares at Mick for a solid 30 seconds.

Mick: Now, we've had a long day, lets just get some sleep, I have no idea what we might have to do tomorrow.

David: fine.

Blake: Fine.

Mick: Alright thn, good night everybody.

Roses are red, violets are blue, all of my base, are belong to you.

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Blake popped a couple of aspirin into his mouth and bit down hard on the bitter pills. He used to wince at the bitter flavor but no longer. He was long since used to it now. Sitting in a small chapel that he’d found he stared up at the alter feeling a sense of peace. It was a feeling that he wasn’t used to and he crossed his arms over his chest, lost in thought.

“Are you okay?” Holly asked coming in and sitting down beside him. Though she was wary of him she gave him the benefit of the doubt. It had to be hard not to have a memory. “Is your head okay?”

“As good as it’s going to get.” Blake said, his eyes not leaving the cross hanging behind the alter. “And I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

Holly couldn’t help but grin.

After several moments of her grinning beside him, seeing her face out of the corner of his eye he turned and looked at her. “What the fu*k’re you smiling at?”

“Oh nothing,” Holly said. “I just, I think that’s the nicest thing that you’ve ever said. No angry tone, no bitterness… AND you said thanks.”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it.” He replied.

“A big deal out of what?” Mick said striding through the door. “What’re you two yanks yappin’ about?”

“Nothing,” Holly said grabbing Blake’s hand before he could give a snide remark. “We were just talking.”

Blake sighed and slid down into the pew kicking his feet up on the back of the row ahead of him. “Look, I know I’ve been… difficult.”

“That’s a fu*king understatement,” Mick muttered taking a swig of wine from the bottle he was holding.

“It’s just, frusterating.” Blake said from between gritted teeth. He knew that he shouldn’t say any of this. He should hate them all, but being angry left him so lonely and isolated. There was no way though that he would have said any of it in front of anyone else. No fu*king way. “I mean, I remember pieces that I know are important but when I do, I know that there’s more. More stuff buried that I can’t get at. Until that DVD I wasn’t even completely sure of my name. Do you have any fu*king idea what that’s like? I don’t know a god d*mned thing about who I was before waking up in that car. If I had a wife, girlfriend, family… nothing. It’s one giant blank and granted, considering that the world has pretty much ended and everyone’s a god d*mned zombie, well it might be better NOT to know. Can’t grieve for someone if I don’t know they existed.” He let out a deep breath and ran his hand over his hair. “And then you have these… a*sholes locking you up and trying to shoot you and thinking that if they beat you, you’re going to remember something that you’ve been trying to remember for weeks.”

Blake stood up and brushed a streak of dust off the leg of his dark slacks. “Sometimes, sometimes I think it’d just be better to jump off the god d*mned bell tower. I need some air.” Without looking back, Blake walked out of the chapel and headed out into the enclosed garden sucking in the clean, fresh air.



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I resent that. never would a brave and a decent man such as David be scared of a man like Blake, haha just kidding, nice scene man.

Roses are red, violets are blue, all of my base, are belong to you.

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After Mick helped Holly get setled, he sees Conner and Blake walking in together, and David heading towards the bell tower with his shotgun and a box of shells. Mick catches up with David on the top of the bell tower, and sees David with his shotgun pointed just outside the courtyard.

BANG!

Mick looks down just in time to see a zombie fall to the ground, a gaping hole where its face used to be.

Mick: What are ya doin out here kid?

David: Target practise.

Bang!

Another zombie falls to the ground, this one hit in the chest cavity, Mick sees a few other zombies wandering aimlesslesy outside the courtyard.

Mick: So kid, whats your story? how'd you end up in the woods like that.

David: Well, the night my family and I found out about the zombies, we boarded up the house, and stayed holed up in it until they finally broke in the night before you guys found me. The zombies got in, and tore my mother and father to shreds when they were sleeping. I woke up just in time to see them both turn.

Mick: wow. What did you do after that.

David: Well, my family made a promise to each other, if any of us turned, the others would not hesitate to pu them down. So, following that promise, I killed tem both. I then gathered as many supplies as I could, and hopped in the truck and started driving until I ran out of gas in the woods. And then you guys found me, and you know the est from there.

Mick: Wow man, I had no idea. But, you really don't seem to feel to badly about it.

David: I knew from the moment I saw them, that my parents were gone, all that was lef wee those lifeless corpses. Besides, I told my dad we shouldn't have stayed in that house, I kne they would get in sooner or later. It was their own fault.

Mick: wow, that's...

Mick was interupted by David, who seemed rather annoyed.

David: Look, your a cool guy old man, but I don't really want to talk about this anymore, so can I gt back to kiling some fuqqing zombies?

Mick:...sure man, anything you want...

Mick walked back down the bell tower, as he heard gunshot after gunshot, coming from above.

Roses are red, violets are blue, all of my base, are belong to you.

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"I even made an eerie disappearance for me on the DOTD board"

No you didn't.

I don't think my character will come over here. If the other people find out about this, I think they will. But if you guys want us over here eventually, just come a knockin'.

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I'm not mad if you guys leave and don't come back or anything, just have the decency to tell us that you're not gonna be in the same story as us anymore. Don't just run off.

So, is this just going to be two different stories?

EDIT: Is Alex still going to be at the mall?

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Yeah, sure.

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We still have writers on the DOTD boards. Me, EMR, Colin, and Koolguy.

I don't think the characters should ever meet. We could run into each other (something like that one scene from Shaun of the Dead where he finds that one chicks group) but I don't think we should hook up again.

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Just an FYI, my character is going to be pissed at your guy's group and make remarks about how they are inferior and stupid for leaving all the good guys at the school (good as in the people who are good with guns). I'm not doing it to express my anger against you guys, I just want my character to be kind of pissed that you guys left. He thinks that since you guys are gone, it's going to be harder to survive because he wouldn't sacrifice one of the "good" guys because they're better with guns.

EDIT: I think it would be better if we killed Scott and Terry. I don't know why, but I think it'd be better with fewer people at the school. It could maybe give us a reason to leave.

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If you are telling the truth, tell your brother I send condolences.

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Nick, if this is true, this is very sad, but I find it hard to believe with your brother in the hospital you'd be bothering to send posts to a insignificant little gaming thread.

If this is Alex or colin or whoever, come on, man, fuqquing grow up ! We split the game in two because there are too many characters, you guys can play the school game and the other guys can play the monastery game.






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Just going to ask that.

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Okay, first off let me just say that I HATE, absolutely HATE all these pointless little posts full of pointless banter that have nothing to do with the game. That’s what PMs are for and it’s driving me bonkers. I logged on tonight thinking that I’d missed a TON and in reality out of the trillion posts since my last one there were only two or three that were related to the game itself. Now I know that you guys run things a little differently than what I’m used to but it’s driving me insane.

The game branched off because there were some of us that didn’t like the direction that it was going. Simple as that. It’s nothing personal so suck it up. It’s done, it’s over. Period. Were there better ways to go about leaving, yeah, I’ll admit that there was but it’s over now and continuing to be angry about it is pointless and a waste of time and energy. If you want to continue yelling at people, please take it to PMs. That’s what they’re for. This thread if for the game. I hate to be a b*tch about it but that’s how I feel.

Lastly, I’m sorry to hear about the heart attack. Truth be told there’s no way for any of us to know if what colinwha10 is saying is true or not. I certainly hope that it isn’t because that’s a very sad and tragic thing. If it is, I wish him the best and hope that it all works out and he lives a long and healthy life. I will say this however. If it is true, this game and the people in it certainly mean an awful lot to him to put it in his will that you be notified of his medical condition. I tend to get attached to my online RP friends and worry about them when the disappear for an extended amount of time and it really sucks when they just disappear into the wild blue yonder never to be heard from again. *cough*Billy*cough*

If it’s not true, than you’re one sick twisted *beep* (No offence.)



Now with that said, I’d post something but after all that… for lack of a better word, crap I got lost.

Can someone PLEASE tell me exactly what the hell is going on? Is the monastery under attack? Is it not? Is… oh Jesus, someone just state exactly what the hell is going on. Last I remembered the team had just come back with Alannah. I don’t care if you post it or PM it to me, though posting it might be better sot that we’re all on the same page.

Phew! I’m done now.




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"*cough*Billy*cough*"

Actually, he did post a few things over there. The only people who don't post are the people who play Terry and Scott. The guy who plays Billy is going on a trip and he's gonna be gone for a week. At least, I think.

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Different Billy, you guys don't know him.


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Blake let out a tiered sigh and leaned back against the tall oak tree inside the enclosed garden. Folding his arms across his chest for warmth he remained perfectly still. The cold air, while biting into his flesh also soothed his pounding head. The chronic pain was something that he was starting to, slowly, get used to. He knew from the DVD that he hadn’t always been to caustic and abrasive and he was pretty sure that it was stemming mostly from the pain and the amnesia. What he’d said in the chapel was true. It was frustrating and he was tiered.

He was angry though and there was no denying that. What he’d told Holly and Mick had been a rare moment of him letting his guard down, sharing something private and personal and the first thing that they’d done was run off and told the others when they’d gotten back. He took several deep breaths controlling the fury that pumped through his veins. Getting mad would solve nothing.

“You weren’t always like this,” he muttered to himself and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes. “You weren’t always like this.” He couldn’t remember what he’d been like but he knew that he hadn’t always been this angry.

Standing up, Blake shoved his hands into his pockets and began to wade through the thick snow following the path to the best of his ability. The full moon shown down into the garden brightly and the wind had blown the snow off of the path in some places so he could vaguely make it out. His eyes rested on the heavy oak doors that lead back inside upon which was carved an ornate cross and he wondered, not for the first time, if it meant anything to him. While the crosses and the religious symbols inside meant nothing to him he couldn’t deny the fact that he felt at peace here, that this place brought him some small measure of comfort.

Blake stopped walking and pulled out the folded up magazine picture of the MIR station and stared at it intently. Shaking his head, he returned it back to his pocket and headed back inside to find a drink determined for the first time to keep his smart ass quips to himself. Even as he told himself that he would do it he found himself seriously doubting that he’d be able to ‘behave’ for more than a few hours. At the rate he was going he had a feeling that they’d pitch him from the bell tower before the end of the week.




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I think I'm the only one who didn't really care. I mean, if you guys are apparently still going to post over there, I'm fine with it. I knew another DOTD thread was being created here (I looked in MisterBerns's post thingy. Yes, I am one of those people.) I found just 2 days after it was made. I was thinking about mentioning it, but I figured "Nah." The only rant I have is that you could have PM'ed us that you were gonna create another one. I think it's gonna be easier with just six people over on the DOTD boards. That way, everyone will have a bigger part. Except we'll probably have four people since I'm thinking about killing off Scott and Terry. They don't post and I'm sure they'll be fine with it. They don't seem to care. Hopefully Colinwha gets better soon so he can post. I don't want to be the only one posting.

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Alex, we sincerly hope you're okay, and I gotta say I'm sorry if the 'stress' of the game somehow caused your medical problems.

Splitting the game in two seemed like a logical way to keep the game(s)going for both groups. It really was getting kind of crowded, and I felt that rather then just walk away from the game entirely, we could split it in two and keep it alive.

As to 'not telling anyone', I PM'd a few people to discuss splitting hte game, and we sort of decided that by doing it in character it would be for the best.

Our characters did not agree fundimentally with what was happening at the school, and as players we wanted our game to go in a different direction. Rather then just quitting outright, we had our characters leave in the context of the school game, so that the school game could continue witht he other players. We could have just stopped playing altogether, and then you guys would have a bunch of playerless characters standing around with no one actually playing them. (Hello, broks0439!)

If our leaving is a problem you guys can't seem to get over, then maybe (maybe) we ought to just end the game entirely, not that I WANT to do that. I like the characters--all of them, even Major Johns and Scott(Why does everyone want him DEAD ?)and I'd hate for anyone to stop playing EITHER game. I CANNOT mod both games--and to be honest, I stepped in when broks0439 left because I wanted the game to continue 'cause I liked PLAYING it. Modding is a huge responsabilty, and I am getting a little drained by all of it.

Hopefully I can handle modding the monastary game, but I really can't do both. Tacco and Colinwha and EMR are good players and they seem to enjoy the game, and I think TAcco is talented and creative enough to keep the school game alive...

LadyGray is right, we reallly ought to keep the OOC posts to a minimum and PM each other instead, I just wanted to get this message out to everyone, and Alex, if you're going through what you claim happened, then God bless you and keep you, my friend, and I'm sincere when I say that. Get better.

All of you, we can keep these games running, and I hope there are no hard feelings between either group.

Talk to you later,

Eric.



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Blake had half a mind to grab Mick by the back of the shirt and pitch him out of the tallest window that he could find. He’d been trying to be nice, kept his smart as* retorts and quips to himself and what had he gotten for it? Mick being a jack as*.

“Something wrong?” Connor asked walking up to Blake who was standing at one of the large stained glass window. He’s been standing there for almost an hour. Connor had passed him a few times during that time and Blake hadn’t moved.

Blake let in a sharp breath, blinking and he turned to look at Connor and for the first time Connor could see hostility behind his eyes but he knew that the hostility wasn’t directed at him. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“What are you, my fu*king therapist?” Blake quipped before thinking and he let out a sigh. “Sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Yeah, and I’m sorry about, that whole, losing my temper and trying to shoot you thing.” Connor said. “What do you say we call a truce? A real truce.”

Blake gave a non-committal shrug. “Whatever, fine.”

Connor frowned studying Blake carefully. That man was d*mned near impossible to read accurately. “Cool. I’ll uh, see you around then.” Blake nodded to him and Connor head off deeper into the monastery.

Blake ran his hand over his hair and rubbed the back of his neck, closing his eyes against the throbbing in his brain. He was pretty sure that the chronic migraines was a new condition. There was no way that NASA would send anyone into space that had crippling migraines. Blake had a feeling that it was related to wormwood and what had happened out there. Something had happened to him. Something bad. If only he could remember it. Without thinking about it he slammed his forehead against the stone wall, a thin trickle of blood running down his face.

“Jesus,” Ryan said quickening his pace to reach Blake “what the hell was that for?” He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Blake.

Blake took it absently and wiped the blood from his face. He knew what the others were thinking. He could see it in their eyes. They were all worried about him, worried that he was a liability to them all, worried that he might snap. “Is there, anything that I can say that won’t sound weird?”

Ryan shrugged. “Ever tried the truth?”

Blake had a sudden urge to punch the little prick in the face and his hand tightened around the handkerchief and his arm trembled slightly as he managed to curb his anger and control himself. “I’m just, frustrated.” He said choosing his words carefully. “You all push and push and push for information, about a history that I can’t remember. I’ve got enough pressure from just myself to remember and you’re all just pushing and adding more pressure.” He shook his head and handed Ryan back the handkerchief. “Do you think that I don’t want to remember?”

“Hell, I wouldn’t want to remember that sh*t.”

“Well I don’t, but at the same time I do.” Blake looked back at the stained glass window. “Those people, they were my friends Ryan and they all died horrible deaths and for some reason, I didn’t. For some reason, I was spared and I don’t know why. I want to know what happened. I need to know but the information just won’t come. You have no idea,” he said shaking his head and he looked at Ryan with a pained expression. “You have no idea what its like.”

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“Do yourself a favor bucko,” Blake said licking his lips. “Just back the fu*k off. I never said for one second that the rest of you haven’t been though sh*t of your own. You guys need to just stop talking about me behind my back and then storming up to making these declarations about how you know what I’m going though and how I’m not the only one to have gone through something and blah, blah, fu*king blah.” He stepped towards Connor not intimidated in the slightest by the man’s size. “All I did was talk to someone, share like you’re pushing me to do.”

“I didn’t,”

“Shut the fu*k up as*hole.” Blake snarled. “Now, if you’d rather just have me NOT share what comes into my head and keep to myself, that’s just fu*king fine with me. Every time I open my god d*mned mouth you find it necessary to storm up here and tell me off and you know what, I’m sick of it.”

“You wanted a truce, and I agreed but you’re coming d*mn close to getting on my bad side, permantly. Now I’ve been making an effort to play nice, just like you all want me to do and you and Mick,” Blake shook his head taking a step back. “Tell you what, just tell what you want from me. You want me to place nice and talk to everyone and try to be civil and to not be hostile to every, fine. It takes effort, but I can manage it as long as I get the same back and your attitude, walking up here and throwing your sad little story in my face and telling me off… it ain’t the way to do it. You want me to continue to be an as*, well, you’re on the fast path. So I would suggest, before you open your mouth again, to consider my words very carefully.”

Blake grabbed the bottle of wine of the table. “War or peace, bud. It’s your choice. I’ve been trying to peace by I think you and I, we’re on different wavelengths here.”

“I want peace as much as,”

“Bullsh*t,” Blake said with a laugh. “If you wanted peace you wouldn’t have come in here like that. I’m not having a pity party for myself Connor. I want people to feel sorry for me which is why I don’t share how I feel, or what I’m thinking because when I do, when I act like the rest of you and actually TALK about what’s on my mind this is what I get. You all, you know what happened in your pasts, the pain and suffering that you’ve GONE though. Pain that’s in your PAST. This isn’t in my past, this is now for me and it’s what causing me pain now so if it bothers you what I have to say, if it pisses you off that I’m thinking about my own issues then don’t fu*king ask me about them.”

Connor stood up to his full height and took a step towards Blake furious. Where the hell did this guy get the right to tell HIM off?

“You want to hit me, go ahead and try. I might even let you get a few punches in. You think I’m scared of you? You think I’m scared of a little pain? There’s not sh*t that you could do to me that’s going to scare me.” The corner of Blake’s mouth curled up and Connor knew that he was serious and Blake suddenly laughed. “Fu*k it. Fu*k you, fu*k all of you. I thought I might eventually become part of your little group if I made the effort, opened up, shared…. But that’s not going to happen. No matter what I do and no matter what I say,” he shook his head. “If those things break in, I’ll help you out because it’s my skin on the line too but until that point, just keep away from me. Don’t ask me how I am. Don’t ask me if I remember anything, because you’re not going to get sh*t.”

Leaving Connor alone to ponder exactly how wise it had really been to storm up here half cocked and tell Blake off he watched the man walk out of the door on the opposite side of the room. The heavy oak slammed shut hard, the sound echoing through the vaulted ceiling.



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“So what is it?” Alannah asked leaning back in her chair her hand rubbing over the spot where she’d been shot. It still hurt sometimes but she wasn’t sure of it was physical or psychological.

Blake said down setting the bottle on the table and scooting it over to her. “I remember a voice,” he said softly rubbing his temple. “At night, drifting to sleep… I hear a woman’s voice.”

“And what does she say?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know, I can never remember. I just remember the voice. I hear it and, and I feel… soothed.” He ran his hand over his hair with a sigh. “I know, it’s stupid.”

“No it’s not,” Alannah said. “Come on, you don’t have a lot to hang onto Blake. Everything’s blank and it’s like a perpetual torture for you, right?” She grabbed the bottle and took a long pull. Blake nodded surprised to find even one person that understood where he was coming from. “If something brings you comfort, it’s not stupid. You should be thankful for it. There’s not a lot left to be thankful for these days.”

Blake looked Alannah over carefully from head to toe. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

Alannah laughed and took another drink. “Should I be? Hey, I see what you’re doing. These people piss you off so you do what you have to in order to keep them away. Fu*k, it’s just about the same d*mn thing I want to do except the fu*kers won’t leave me alone.” She rolled her eyes. “They keep reminding themselves that they saved me and that I’m a helpless girl and that I need them so they come looking for me… ugh. Just kill me.”

Blake chuckled. “That’d be a shame.”

Alannah couldn’t help but blush. She picked up a Bible that was sitting on the table and chucked it at Blake who batted it out of the air with a laugh. Both secretly had to admit that it was nice to just sit with someone and talk without all the bull sh*t.

“You know, if that’s bugging you I can take a look.” He said nodding towards where Alannah had been shot. “I’m no doctor, but I do have some basic medical knowledge.”

Alannah looked at Blake with a frown. “Do you mean that, or do you just want to see me with out a shirt on?”

The corner of Blake’s mouth turned up and he leaned forward towards her. “Which do you think sunshine?”

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Does anyone else see anything weird about this? I mean, he is twice her age, thats borderline innappropriate.

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BORDERLINE ?!

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Hey man, I'm fine with it, it's an interesting twist, but I don't want to get arrested when the FBI shows up on this board.


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Read the subject of Corgi's scene.

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I agree

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Bah, Canada never had any good Spree-Killers!

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But we did produce Blair T. Longey. That's gotta count for something, right?

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If the FBI were reading these boards I would have been tossed in the slammer a looooooooooong time ago. And I can’t believe that people are saying this is inappropriate. Good God just about every character is drinking and on drugs it seems. As long as the players who ‘own’ the characters are good with it, don’t worry about it. That’s what PMs are for, to clear ideas that you might have that might otherwise be questionable. Just ask fuzzy… she knows all about what I can do with a green light to go crazy. Lol

And leave corgi alone… he’s Australian. ;)




“I don’t know,” Alannah said with a sly smile.

“Well I’ll tell you one thing,” Blake replied leaning in closer.

She leaned across the table towards him as well, eyes narrowed a slight smile playing on her lips. “And what’s that?”

“Farm Boy wouldn’t like it if I was, hitting on you that is.” He leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the table. “And neither would that prick as* Connor, which, is a pretty big incentive for me personally.”

Alannah couldn’t help but laugh and it was her usual I’m laughing just because everyone else is laugh that she gave when she was sitting with Farm Boy and the others. It was a throaty, deep laugh of true amusement. If Blake didn’t like someone it was like he purposefully did whatever would piss them off. “So what are we, you and me? Where do we stand?”

“Where do you want to stand, or, not stand.” He folded his hands across his lap with a chuckle watching her blush again.

“Stop it,” she said. “You’re making me blush.”

“I can make you do more than that.”

Alannah gasped and giggled instantly hating herself for sounding like some giddy as* school girl. This was such a different side from what anyone had ever seen from Blake. His guard was completely down, he was relaxed, natural, and he was smiling. Jesus, the guy was smiling. “You’re…”

“What the hell’s going on here?” Connor said walking into the room. He looked from Alannah to Blake and back to Alannah, face darkening as he saw their relaxed body language and the sexual tension that hung in the room. “Get away from her you sick fu*k.” He snarled.

Blake smiled and dropped his feet to the floor. “What’re you gonna do about it if I won’t? If you’re smart you’ll turn your as* around and leave now before I wipe the floor with you.”

Connor laughed and cracked his knuckles. “I think it’s about time that you and I had a heart to heart,” he said walking towards Blake.

“Actually, I’d prefer fist to face.” Blake replied and he was suddenly on his feet, one hand locked around the back of his chair. Alannah shoved her chair back away from the table as hard as she could as Blake’s arm swung up, heavy chair whipping through the air. Connor had just enough time to raise his arms and twist to the side as the chair smashed into him breaking. Falling to his knees he delivered a hard punch into Blake’s side. Blake let out a grunt as the blow landed and he twisted to the side, Connors second punch meeting nothing but air and Blake delivered a swift blow to Connors jaw.

Connor tasted blood and could spat, a molar clattering across the stone floor. “You’re fast.” He said and he suddenly jumped forward landing a hard blow in Blake’s ribcage feeling the satisfying snap of a rib.

“You punch like a girl,” Blake said with a hiss of pain. “You’re going to regret this.”

“Like wise.” Connor said as he barreled into Blake sending them both to the floor.





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I typed his name in Wikipedia, Google, and the IMDb bar thingy. PM me about the guy or whatever he is so we don't fill up the thread with OOC posts.

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Everyone is still a bit miffed about what just happened. David looks over at Connor, and then at Blake, they both seem to be in rough shape. He thinks to himself that he needs to get out of this atmosphere for a while, and decides to take this chance to do something for the group.

David: Well now that that is cleared up, anyone up for a walk?

Mick: Where to mate?

David: Well, I figure its only gonna get colder in this building, so we might as well get some tools and supplies to help us out a bit with that. I saw a toolshed outside of the courtyard on the way in here.

Connor: Count me in man.

Blake: If he's going, I'm going.

David: Haha, you guys are funny, but I think Mick and I got this.

David and Mick grap they're guns and some ammo and head outside. Once the coast was clear, they opened up the big oak doors and strolled outside, while Ryan and Holly close the doors right behind them.

Mick: Alright, I've got two zombies just outside of the courtyard, and one right in front of that tool shed. What've you got?

David: Same as you, except there are two more heading up the road off to the right, see them? Stay sharp old man, they could give us some trouble on the way back.

Mick: Whatever, don't get cocky kid.

David: Alright, lets go.

David and Mick sneak past the two zombies outside of the courtyard, and don't see the one that was in front of the toolshed. They enter the toolshed and are greeted by cobwebs and the smell of old wood.

Mick: Well, it seems to be deserted.

David: Ya, I think so. I see an oil lantern, some gasoline, and a wood axe, you see anything else?

Mick: Na man, let's get this stuff and go.

All of a sudden, Mick sees Dacid being dragged by his collar outside of the toolshed, with out thinking David throws the zombie right into Mick, who drops his guns. Then, without hesitation, Mick picks up the axe, and wedges it right between the eyes of the zombie.

David: YES!... That is awesome!

Mick: Nice toss kid, try to be a little more careful next time.

David: Whatever man, you just made fuqqin mincemeat out of that zombies face!

Mick: Settle own kid, lets just grab this stuff and go.

Mick and David sneak back to the church without encountering anymore zombies. They are greeted again by Ryan an Holly, who close the doors behind them, as they step inside, with some new toys...

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Hi. PM me with a character and a short bit telling me about yourself and what you enjoy about gaming, and your thoughts on the game in general. Then we'll see about getting your character hooked up with the rest of us.

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Ryan found Connor in the abbot's office, sitting at the desk, staring at an oddly-shaped bottle that sat on the blotter.

"Hey. What's that ?" Ryan nodded casually, coming in and pulling up a massive, leather-clad armchair.

"Brandy. Napleonic brandy." Connor gestured at the wax seal on the neck of the bottle. "Found a wine cellar. Trapdoor in the floor of the vestry."

"Uhhh..." Ryan stared at the bottle. Cork still in the neck, still sealed with bright red sealing wax. "You're not drinking again, are you ?"

"Me ?" Connor shrugged. "Thought about it. This place is a real mind-fuqq for me, y'know. And after today..."

"The fight ? Blake and Mick ?" Ryan was still reeling from what Connor had interupted between Blake and Alannah. He wondered if springing the guy had been the right idea after all.

"Sort of. I've just been sitting here, wondering if I'm a priest who's fallen, or a man who had heavenly aspirations. Tehn I started wondering if the two are one and the same."

Ryan nodded. "You love her ?"

Connor smiled. "Here. Go drink this. Give Holly something to smile about."



Ryan came down through the chapel and saw Alannah sitting at the massive pipe organ at the rear of the choir loft.

"Hey, Bonanza." He came over and plunked down on the bench next to her.

She looked up, a grin on her face. "Hey."

"You look chipper this morning. Any particular reason ?" Ryan examined her in a critical new light. Blake's candor with her might've opened a sore spot with Connor, and Ryan was uneasy as well--his protectivelike attitude towards Al made him question his impartiality towards Blake--but now the bartender was seeing Alannah for the first time.

She was pretty.

No, beautiful.

Christ ! Ryan shook the cobwebs out of his head. Keep those thoughts out of your head. She's your pal. Your bud. And you love Holly....

"Ryan !" Alannah snapped her fingers. "Hey. WAke up ! Were you daydreaming ?"



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“How bad is it?” Alannah asked sitting down across the table from Blake who had just popped some more aspirin and chewing them like he always did.

Blake gave a half hearted shrug. “I’ve had worse.”

“Really?” She asked, “You suddenly remember getting into another fight?” A grin spread on her face and she laughed as Blake gave her an irritated look. “Sorry, I know, tough guy act. What is it with men?”

“Survival of the fittest, darlin’. You get wounded and you’re down for the count.” He rubbed the back of his neck and leaned back in his chair seeing something was bothering her. Anyone else, he would have just walked away but she was different than the others. Silent understandings were marvelous things. “What’s eatin’ ya?”

Alannah let out a sigh and shrugged, the same half shrug that Blake himself gave in response to personal questions. “I just, I’m so tiered of getting type casted, you know?”

“Better than you think I do, sunshine.” Blake said. “Those pricks have me painted as the bad guy and that’s not changing any time soon so far as I can tell.” Shifting he let out a hiss of pain, his broken rib shooting pain through his entire side. He ignored the glance that she gave him and stood up, pulling off his shirt with some effort and checking his reflection in the mirror. Several large, dark bruises shown up on his skin but none so dark as the one on his side.

“It’s like I’m some helpless damsel in distress or something,” she said walking up and prodding his side with her fingers gently. “Stop squirming,” she said as Blake actually flinched away when she pressed on the bruise.

“I didn’t,”

“Yeah, you did.” She said glancing up at him with a smile. “I’m just sick and tiered of felling like some god d*mned wounded dove.” Her fingers moved over his other bruises checking them out just in case. “It’s broken, but there’s nothing we can do. It’s just got to heal.”

“No sh*t,” Blake said slipping his shirt back on but not buttoning it. “Like I didn’t feel it snap.” In a very uncharacteristic move he ran a hand over her hair gently. “Thanks anyway, for everything. It’s…nice to know that not every one thinks I’m the devil here.”

“So last night, before Connor came in” Alannah said taking a step back and leaning against the wall. “Were you hitting on me?”

Blake laughed and buttoned up his shirt. “What do you think?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know,” she replied shifting her weight and watching him.

“Six of one and half a dozen of the other,” he said finish his task and shoving his hands to his side. “End of the world and all, choices are… limited.”

“Thanks!” Alannah said with mock offence.

“You’re gorgeous sweetheart. Just because I don’t fawn all over you like Farm Boy doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed and I can talk to you, which is nice. Yeah, you’re young but you’ve got an old soul and I like that.” He paused for a minute before speaking again. “Look, there’re some catacombs under the monastery that are locked down at the moment. Don’t know why though. Push come to shove as those fu*kers get in here,” he nodded to the window just to make sure that she understood that he didn’t mean the others “we’ll need a way out that’s not the main door.” His eyes scanned over her again. “If you’re feeling up to an adventure, it’s through the wine cellar back behind the oak cask of red wine. There’s a small door with a lock, found the key this morning.” He said pulling out an old brass key from his pocket. “No one’s found it yet, or if they have, they haven’t gone in. Nice thick layer of dust there and if it’s not catacombs and ends up to be some secret little room… it’ll be a nice quiet place to get away from the as* clowns.” He flashed her a quick smile and headed down to the basement, grabbing a flashlight and his gun from the table.



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ok i am here let me read everything then i will post

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ok can someone fill me in

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what is going on when did me and connor hook up he is like 60 and im like 21 he could be my father and he is a priest that is just wrong

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ok we need to make a few changes around here some people are about to die and some new characters are going to come

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ok u can keep spike the people that are going to die are and i drew them all out of a hat



Connor
mike
Holly


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it was dinner time the group and spike gathered around the table there were 3 zombies ynder the table one grabbed connor killing him
Alice-everyone get on the table
before holly could get up she was bitten
Holly-no
Alice shoot holly in the head
mike was still in his chair being eatenchair
Alice looked at mike and started crying the alice pulled the trigger killing mike


the zombies were killed and everyone went into mourning

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ok know we need a couple new characters

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Alice was in her room packing some of connors stuff up when blake walked in
Blake-look im sorry about well u know
Alice-thanks but i just have to move on and be strong for ryan
Blake-yah u have to do that
Alice-just please i can't take any of ur crap
Blake-i understand
she started crying
Blake grabbed her
Blake-everything is going to be ok
Alice-why him u know why him
Blake-it was his time
Alice-u r more like him than u think
Blake-sure
she dried her eyes
Alice-i need to go see ryan
Blake-do u want me to come
Alice-that would be nice


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Those deaths were a bit fast for very important characters. If anything, the people who should have died were Sasha, Spike, and Mike.

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well they are dead

Mick
Connor
Holly



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i was jsut trying to get back in the rest will be with more detail

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It said Mike in the post where he died. I guess I just saw it and copied it. I do think some people are going to be pissed about this.

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all of u have changed when someone would die u wouldn't get piss u would make a new character and move on

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The only people that did that were you and ColinWha. And Colin was pissed about it.

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People just need to suck it up and deal with it. Stop being such whiney babies. Yes, we all get attached to our characters but come in, if you don’t change things it gets boring.

Jesus.

I hate to be a b*tch but grow up. Seriously. You should all know by now that you could die at any time. If you don’t want your character to die, don’t ever play them, leave then on the shelf to collect dust. I’d recommend never playing in a game I mod because I’m brutal. Just ask Fuzzy or corgi.


Now for the sake of the game can we please PLEASE cut back on all these un-necessary OOC posts? Honestly... that's what PMs are for people. I love playful banter as much as the next person but good GOD!


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OOC: I have no problem with Holly dying, really. My feelings aren't hurt in any way because I haven't been posting. But MY GOD, I've been playing these games for years and that was the absolute postively WORST Death Scene I have ever read in my life! LOL

Seriously, it's not even a fraction as good as Ralphie's "What I Want for Christmas" essay in "A Christmas Story"! LOL

If I HAD been posting frequently and had put a lot of thought and heart into my character I'd be royally pissed at whoever took it upon themselves to write such a thoughtless, and ridiculously brief and boring death scene.

Like I said, I don't care about Holly, but Mick certainly deserved something a little better than that!

I'm not trying to be mean or anything, (I swear to God!) but in my HUMBLE opinion that death scene was a stunning piece crap!

Unless of course, it was a joke that I missed?




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Hey, broks, it's a great way to come back and kill three charaters

First of fuqquing all,

1.There are no zombies in the monastary

2.No one would sit down to eat a a table with zombies under it

3.Who the fuqq are you to come back after being gone THREE weeks with only a random 'hey what's happening' post and kill three characters ? Especially ones that have been an integral part of the game. Their players have busted their asses making quality posts and it takes some FUQQUING nerve to post their deaths without so much as giving anyone a chance to explain how the game has been going SINCE YOU LEFT.

4. Anyone could've typed "Alice sits down on the toilet to take a crap and a zombie pops out of the bowl and bites her in the arse" during the last three weeks, but they didn't, because they LIKED YOUR CHARACTER. (Including me.)They had enough respect not to arbitrarily kill your character off. AND we took your character with us instead of leaving her at the school. We tried to keep Alice a vital part of the game while you were gone.

5. HOW GODDAMN UNGRATEFUL ARE YOU ???


There. I've spoken my peace. By the way, welcome back.

"She thinks she's a mystery to all/ but I know what's behind those eyes."

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Ryan opens a can of pepsi. Ohno there is a zommbee in it it bite hymm and we shott him in the hed.

There, that's my broks0439 impression. She better watch out, I almost killed colinwha with the power of my typing.

At this point I don't care. If she wants to play a game a two-year-old would find crude and boring, then more power to her. Jesus, I can't believe I liked her. I PM'd her every week and told her we couldn't wait for her to be back and how greatful I was that she started this game. Jeeze. What a disappointment.

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"WORST DEATH SCENE...EVER!!!"



My 'Who-gives-a-fuqq' button is broken, so I really don't care. Congrats to everyone who put a lot of time, effort and heart into your posts...a zombie under the dinner table just killed you all off. Thanks, broks. Sarah Micheller Geller my pimpled arse. You probably look like Ernest Fuqquing Borgnine. Except he doesn't kill player off with lame-arsed posts !




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"mike was still in his chair being eatenchair "

was my favorite line from Broks stunning death scene post.

"eatenchair"???????

Oh.My.God.

I just CAN'T stop laughing! =)

The scariest thing is that Broks post said it was "Updated", so there was some editing going on there as well.

Like I said - scary!



"Oooooh, Chocoblock! GIMMEE!" Bucky

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OMG LMFAO!

Congrats, broks, you've made a bigger contribution with that one lame post then any of the players who stopped posting after their initail character intro. Thanks for all the material. Have fun being 'Captain of my cheerleading squad'(Not !)

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There's only one thing I can suggest: Everyone, put Broks on your ignore list.

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fine im the person who started this but u know what bye im gone r u happy

you can't take her, we've already fallen in love with her-Gabrielle Solis-"Desperate Housewives"

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u can take MY rpg and shove it where the sun don't shine

you can't take her, we've already fallen in love with her-Gabrielle Solis-"Desperate Housewives"

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In defence of the regular players here it isn't just YOUR game. Everyone contributes to it and puts in effort. You can't just disappear for 3 weeks without a word, come back out of the blue, ask for an update and then just arbitraily kill of characters by drawing out of a hat. These people have put a lot of work into the game and into their characters and they diserve a hell of a lot more respect than what you did. Simple as that.

I'm sure that everyone would agree that if you'd come back and made half an effort by reading what you'd missed and then actually though something out, well I don't think people would have been so upset.

You just decided that you didn't want to read it, got a five sentance summary and decided to kill people off by having zombie's under a table. It was wrong and exceptionally inconsiderate.

It might be YOUR game so to speak but they aren't YOUR characters. As a player I accept the fact that the mod can kill off my dearly loved characters but what I except is that my character is done justice so that I don't feel like all of my hard work and effort was for nothing.

If this is seriously the kind of mod you are, I'll happily stay away from any RPG that you do in the future. I, as well as the others, diserve more than a 'brush off' death scene.



-"Uh, when do we get to pick our names and costumes? Because I call dibs on Zach-attack."

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She's now on mine. I just hope that the people on the DOTD board still post. I don't want to be the only one posting over there.

Okay, enough OOC posts. Back to the story.

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let alice kill herself when she gets bit

you can't take her, we've already fallen in love with her-Gabrielle Solis-"Desperate Housewives"

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Oh! Oh! Better yet! She leaves him for Blake!

No wait... better yet Connor just walks in on them going at it.

I'm all about screwing Connor over and making him hate Blake. LOL

God I'm evil.

(I'll post in the morning guys, this whole drama kinda of killed my spark for the day. I'm off to bed in a bit.)



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I think we should take a vote as to whether or not we want these characters to be killed off, just say whether you are in favour of killing them or not.

Roses are red, violets are blue, all of my base, are belong to you.

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I am not in favour of killing them off.

Roses are red, violets are blue, all of my base, are belong to you.

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Not in favor of killing those three.

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There's some really good posters on this thread (you know who you are). I think that there will be a new game soon and that you will join it.

"Oooooh, Chocoblock! GIMMEE!" Bucky

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I agree.

Roses are red, violets are blue, all of my base, are belong to you.

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Come on now.. Misb... play nice... just think of all of the emmotional ammo if Alice and Blake hooked up.

*evil giggle*


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kill alice sshe is mine kill her u already kicked me out of something i started now kill her

you can't take her, we've already fallen in love with her-Gabrielle Solis-"Desperate Housewives"

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kill alice sshe is mine kill her u already kicked me out of something i started now kill her

Okay, I decifered your post (took me like six hours) and I realized that you didn't start it. The only one you started was the first. Berns and Misbehavor started the other ones.

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the only thing i didn't spell right was she i spelt it with two s so get over the fact that i spelt one word wrong

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i had just gotten back and all i said was it is kinda wierd that a 50 year old and a 21 year old are dating then i said that we still have the same main characters and needed some new characters so i killed some. then i get all this u can't do that u have been gone for 3 weeks u have changed blah...blah...blah and i'm like why even have this if nobody dies and i drew the names out of a hat if i would have know that there were no zombies in the place i would have come up with another way for them to die or not kill anyone at all but i get this little summary of what is going on how was i suppose to know.

you can't take her, we've already fallen in love with her-Gabrielle Solis-"Desperate Housewives"

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oh i that he was a lot older

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i would love to keep playing this but don't yell at me for not knowing what has happened the past 3 weeks and for killing 3 characters they could have come back as new characters.

you can't take her, we've already fallen in love with her-Gabrielle Solis-"Desperate Housewives"

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i don't know who post often i wasn't here and i will step down but i want to keep playing

you can't take her, we've already fallen in love with her-Gabrielle Solis-"Desperate Housewives"

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ok so if someone would explain where we are and what is happening that would be nice because i still want to play and i don't have the power to kill characters anymore

you can't take her, we've already fallen in love with her-Gabrielle Solis-"Desperate Housewives"

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Can't we all just get along ? Look, let's try and get the games going again. If broks doesn't want to run one, just play, then fine. A lot of angry words have been posted here the last few days(I wrote some of them) and I for one would like to apologise to everyone involved if I lost my temper.

I want the games to continue, but I think we all need to play as a team, and be considerate of other players. We need to respect other players and their characters. The angry name-calling has to stop, and we need to come up with a cohesive weay to post our scenes without stepping on other characters' toes.

"She thinks she's a mystery to all/ but I know what's behind those eyes."

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Haha I remeber this. Wow I was so young and unexpiernce then, it's kinda funny looking back at it now and comparing it to what I have written lately. I know nobody will probably ever read this, and I don't care. I do want to say I am sorry though, and that I wish I would have continued to be a mod only a fair one. I want this to start again, I miss this rpg. Oh well, I'm sorry everyone.

"I fell in love with 7 people here; 6 roomates, and myself."-Paula The Real World: Key West

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Yeah, I'm just going back to the RPGs now, and I realize how sh!tty of a writer I was back then. I was also a bit of a douche. I'm sorry to have plagued your eyes and brains with my horrible writing.

"Two shots to the head. If you ask me, it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy."

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You all need a roleplay chatroom like infinitybound.net or one of the others

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