I've never done an RP before and the ones that are on the sight right now are a little large if you just want to study something because being a character in a role play seems like something I would enjoy. I will allow 8 people and I will be Npc's if the mood takes me to have somebody killed off because npc's are designed to be killed off in my point of view.
Oh btw, try not to have physical fights with other characters. They're in this to survive and they might occasionaly have a verbal fights but there wouldn't be any really big reason to just get in a gun fight with somebody unless they're that I'm infected but I won't let you kill me type person. I may be off for long stretches of time so try to advance the story yourself occasionaly. I am open to suggestions for plot but PM me for that sort of thing.
Okay story time!
The man walked slowly and solemnly toward the gas chamber as armed military guards escorted him. The man had been convicted of war crimes and had been sentenced to death. Only this wasn't the normal gas used in killing off prisoners. The government had created a new gas and this man was to be their guinea pig. The MP shoved the man into the chamber and shut the door tight behind him. The MP gave the all clear and a high pitched hissing sound came from within the chamber. The man, still in his shackles, turned slowly toward the two-way mirror and stared at the scientists that were observing. After about five seconds the man began to quiver. At ten seconds he was coughing and gasping for air. After thirteen seconds his legs gave out and he began convulsing violently on the floor as his jaw was forced open by his swollen tongue that burst at fourteen seconds and slid back into his lungs making it impossible for him to breath. His eyes began to swell out of their sockets due to the pressure behind them from the blood. After fifteen seconds he let out a moan and lay there silent and motionless. The blood pressure began to decrease and his eyes eased back into their sockets.
"Perfect I want it put into a missile and launch capable withing six months"
"Yes sir."
The air was ventilated out of the chamber and two men in hazmat suits came to retreive the gore encrusted body.
That's the beginning of the story and now is the chance to make your charactes and what not. I always like my stories to start out a little calm so nothing really interesting has happened yet. Remember nobody likes a trenchcoater and you will have lived in a hick state where hunting is pretty popular so you won't hesitate too much to kill something. And you will all have access to guns at least by the time we hit the Wal-Mart.
Oh btw, try not to have physical fights with other characters. They're in this to survive and they might occasionaly have a verbal fights but there wouldn't be any really big reason to just get in a gun fight with somebody unless they're that I'm infected but I won't let you kill me type person. I may be off for long stretches of time so try to advance the story yourself occasionaly. I am open to suggestions for plot but PM me for that sort of thing.
Okay story time!
The man walked slowly and solemnly toward the gas chamber as armed military guards escorted him. The man had been convicted of war crimes and had been sentenced to death. Only this wasn't the normal gas used in killing off prisoners. The government had created a new gas and this man was to be their guinea pig. The MP shoved the man into the chamber and shut the door tight behind him. The MP gave the all clear and a high pitched hissing sound came from within the chamber. The man, still in his shackles, turned slowly toward the two-way mirror and stared at the scientists that were observing. After about five seconds the man began to quiver. At ten seconds he was coughing and gasping for air. After thirteen seconds his legs gave out and he began convulsing violently on the floor as his jaw was forced open by his swollen tongue that burst at fourteen seconds and slid back into his lungs making it impossible for him to breath. His eyes began to swell out of their sockets due to the pressure behind them from the blood. After fifteen seconds he let out a moan and lay there silent and motionless. The blood pressure began to decrease and his eyes eased back into their sockets.
"Perfect I want it put into a missile and launch capable withing six months"
"Yes sir."
The air was ventilated out of the chamber and two men in hazmat suits came to retreive the gore encrusted body.
That's the beginning of the story and now is the chance to make your charactes and what not. I always like my stories to start out a little calm so nothing really interesting has happened yet. Remember nobody likes a trenchcoater and you will have lived in a hick state where hunting is pretty popular so you won't hesitate too much to kill something. And you will all have access to guns at least by the time we hit the Wal-Mart.
