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Topic: Assassin Campaign (redux) Q&A
Subject: Good deal...
...I've got a bit of a starter post in the works but will wait for the PM/Q&A info before I finish it off and tack it up, then. 
Posted on 2010-09-13 at 18:08:09.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :)
There's that optimism we love so much!
Posted on 2010-09-13 at 18:02:08.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: The real questions, though, would be...
...Are any of our characters aware of that police station being where it is? (Some of us, who have lived/worked in the area probably would, I'd imagine, but I hadn't even had Murph consider making it an official "stop point" to be honest... he's likely more worried about getting the hell outta here than anything else... figured if we went back to Wrigley per Plan A we might pass it en route and go "hey! sundries!"... but, if we go the harbor route like we (Murph, anyway) is thinking now we won't be passing it at all...
Might have to become a "side mission" of some sort or, depending on what happens next/where we end up, we might have better options...
GAH!!!! I'm totally thinking 72 steps ahead!!! *zipping it*
Posted on 2010-09-13 at 17:46:13.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Well...
...from what I'm seeing, the closest and best option our group has for procuring more firearms/ammo is going to be the police station on Halsted and Addison. However; we're only likely to pass that if we go with "Plan A" and try to get back to Wrigley... if we go for the harbor as we've recently discussed, I don't really see anyplace to stock up on that kind of thing along the way (barring the random police cruiser or whatever that we might have time to ransack)...
Also, just because google says the police station is there doesn't mean the GMs going to leave it there in game, so, the above is based solely on what I'm seeing on googlemaps and theorizing... A city the size of Chicago is likely to have at least a Reserve/Guard depot somewhere... I think there are Navy and Coast Guard facilities about, too, but haven't actually looked to see... *shrugs*
Note: just looked and the USN Naval Training Center, Great Lakes, is roughly 30 miles south of where our party is, now... Looooong, dangerous haul on foot...
Posted on 2010-09-13 at 17:19:50.
Edited on 2010-09-13 at 17:31:04 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: LD Filler: Deranged Mind
Subject: Hey...
...that should be your new avatar, boss! 
Posted on 2010-09-13 at 14:40:34.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Boo, absenteeism! :(
It's understood, of course... and I've been guilty of it more than once, myself... but, still... Boooooo!
Here's hoping that everyone gets back on an even keel sooner rather than later. 
So, O NPC Master, I'm guessing that Kramer wouldn't object to the harbor plan (he didn't seem too keen on taking us back to his hidey-hole to begin with)?
Posted on 2010-09-13 at 13:53:15.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Cool...
...not sure it'll work out for the best, of course, but it's worth a shot, I think. Give our wounded a chance to heal up, give the rest of us some opportunities for "other endeavors", etc... *shrug*
Anyhoo... been told that wheelbarrows are readily available at the Ace, so, if nothing else, my thoughts are we move the injured via wheelbarrow as best we can and make for the harbor... a block or two away, I think... Still pending other input and/or updates, of course, but there's where my head is, atm. 
Posted on 2010-09-12 at 20:01:38.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Ummm...
....Fantabulous post!
Also... given recent events and proximity, I'm kind of starting to think the harbor might be a better bet for us that Wrigley, at this point... Try to find a decent sized boat, put out into the lake a bit to keep our injured safe and give them a chance to recoup?... Just thoughts...
Discuss if you will.
Posted on 2010-09-12 at 18:59:51.
Edited on 2010-09-12 at 19:20:08 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: abbandonned-fire won
Subject: Opinions vary... ;)
*barbecues a pikachu... has lunch*
Posted on 2010-09-12 at 15:19:44.
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Topic: abbandonned-fire won
Subject: Pokemon?!?!
*falls down laughing*
Okay... okay... you win... I can't take Pokemon seriously... that's all yours dude.
Congrats...
Posted on 2010-09-12 at 14:43:51.
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Topic: I'm new
Subject: Indeed...
...in fact, fires have been known to put themselves out as opposed to suffering the humiliation of my slobbering them to death. 
Posted on 2010-09-12 at 02:46:57.
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Topic: abbandonned-fire won
Subject: LOL! Silly rabbit!
Eols don't fight in the morning... we're asleep or something in the daylight.
*catches pyroboom napping on the battlefield at night... ka-pounce...ka-superslobertyfacelick... ka-sproings away into the shadows*
Ummm... +1 for effort and/or giving me a giggle?
Posted on 2010-09-12 at 02:30:07.
Edited on 2010-09-12 at 03:05:54 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: There's something, anyway...
More or less just 'initial reaction' to the aftermath, I guess. Little RP fluff as we get everyone together.
Posted on 2010-09-11 at 20:20:29.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Bullet time
What was the name of that movie?
Murph stared through the smoke that curled up into the air from the end of the SLP. Saw what was left of the zombie… Saw Emily crumpled there…
You know, that one with Keanu Reeves… he was some hacker or something but not really because the world he lived in was just a dream and people were just these batteries powering these machines…
…He tried to breathe… just one breath… but found he couldn’t do it…
Then he finds out he’s like this superhero or something and he can do all this freaky s#!^ like dodge bullets and stuff…
…He really wanted to turn his eyes away… find Amber… make sure she was okay… see how bad Mac really was… give a nod of ‘thanks’ and ‘good work, kid’ to Alaster… find where Kramer went… but it felt like he couldn’t move…
Anyway… they did this really fantastic camera-work/effect stuff in the fight scenes and junk… bullet time, I think they called it…
…Murph tried to breathe again… and couldn’t… realized that he was shaking… became vaguely aware of someone saying his name….
The Matrix! That’s it! This s#!^ was just like The F***ing Matrix! The way everything slowed down… Dude! Sarge! I thought we were f***ing dead, man! More than once! Toes up, t**s up, f***ing dead!
Murph didn’t puke in bullet time; not in Iraq when the attack was finally over and Rodriguez had first gone off on his Matrix trip and not now. No, when Tom Murphy finally managed to suck in a hitching lungful of powder and blood-tinged air, it was answered by a violent wrenching of his gut that buckled the mechanic’s knees and sent the limited contents of his stomach spewing to the floor of the hardware store at top speed.
At least he could breathe again. That was good. And he’d kept himself from crumpling completely to the floor by getting the butt of the shotgun there before his knees did. That was good, too…
Now, keep breathin’… slow your heart down…
“F***,” Murph groaned as his stomach twisted and wrenched his ribs. There was nothing left to come up, so he didn’t have to worry about trying not to puke again. He spit, anyway, trying to clear the taste from his mouth and buy himself another second to steady his legs. Then, dragging his freehand across his mouth, he pushed himself up and, blinking away the sting of the tears that he realized had been threatening to spill from his eyes, he managed to finally check on the others.
“Report,” he managed to choke out, the words warbled by the pounding of his heart, the hitching of his breath, and the ebbing adrenaline that left his face feeling numb and rubbery, “how’re we doin’?”
Well, that’s about the dumbest friggin thing to come outta your mouth in a while, isn’t it? You know how we’re doin’! We just about got our a**es kicked is how we’re doin’!
Murph felt his legs steady up a bit more and he slung the SLP over his shoulder now, rather than leaning on it like a crutch. It didn’t matter how strong his legs felt, though… none of him had been strong enough to throw that zombie off and keep it from trying to chew his throat out, had it? It had to have been something close to a miracle that had kept that thing from making lunch out of him. His legs were solid but the rest of him quivered a bit when his mind replayed the sound of those gnashing teeth and made him re-feel the vice-like grip… Jesus those things are strong… how in the hell is that possible?… and his gaze found Emily again, still crumpled where the blow from that monster had thrown her. As sore as he was surely going to feel after being tackled and pinned by one of those things, how must she feel after a blow like that?
Mac’s hacked pretty good… be lucky if he can make it to any place safe… The Doc’s sure to be busted up… Jake’s…. gone… His gaze flicked from face to face. Al looks okay… he did good… Where’s Amber? There was a quick flicker of panicked concern in his eyes until they located the barmaid and that glimmer melted from worry to relief. Aside from that ‘far away, fatalistic’ look in her eyes that he had watched grow throughout the past few hours, she looked good, too. Knowing that, it seemed, was enough to let him get a grip on himself, shove the jitters back down where they belonged, and get his focus back… And if you and her are ever gonna go to Chuck E. Cheese, you might wanna do something about Josh… she isn’t gonna make it much longer, herself, if she doesn’t get some hope…You need to get these people movin’, Sarge, and get down to business…
“Hey, is Murph alright?” He heard someone say as he finally got his feet moving to where the group was rallying around Emily. His hand had reached out and sought Amber as he did… any part of her… shoulder, arm, hand… didn’t matter… Murph would be alright once he touched her for sure… just to know she was really still there.
Square it up, Murphy!
“Yeah,” Alaster answered before Murph found the proper use for his own breathe and replied for himself, “He's fine. Miss trooper over here bashed that zombies brains in, no problem. Murph has a nice thank you in store for her.”
“For you, too, kid,” Murph muttered, drawing up to the group at Amber’s side, “You two definitely saved my a**… Thanks.”
“I want to know who saved us from out there,” the carpenter continued, prompting Murph to turn his gaze to the shattered storefront, again, and see if whoever that holy benefactor had been was in sight, “That man has style whoever it is.”
“That man has Jesus and a bazooka is what that man has,” Murph smirked, catching sight of Reverend Artillery’s form wading across Treasure Island’s parking lot.
((OOC: Enough for now, I suppose… backposts, etc as needed….))
Posted on 2010-09-11 at 20:18:39.
Edited on 2010-09-12 at 20:12:49 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Yup...
...closing in on the end of Murph's latest, myself. Should have it ready in the next little bit provided the wife doesn't think up anything urgent for me to do... 
And, Malek - Choppy? That was a good post, dude... I like Alaster much better when his decisions and posts are driven by your thoughts as opposed to a random 1d4 result.
Good posts all around, guys...
Posted on 2010-09-11 at 16:14:29.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: fdsa
Well... sorta...
Post in the works... you'll see.
Posted on 2010-09-11 at 00:11:55.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: LMAO @ Grugg...
...but totally buggin' from that scene! 
Majorly intense, dude! I loved Loved LOVED it!
Don't know that Murph peed his pants but I know I came close.
Posted on 2010-09-10 at 22:57:11.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: ...
"Come on Eol the survivalist thing to do would have been to leave the body. but what would he really do in this situation there has to be some moral decency inside him no matter how small the voice may seem saying dont let the zombies eat his body."
By "he" I'm assuming you mean Murph?
If so, then, in this situation - regardless of how he actually felt about Mac - Murph would absolutely have no qualms about leaving the body where it dropped and move on... First off: There is no where to bury a body anywhere close (we're not going to try to dig a hole in the floor of the hardware store or in the concrete of the sidewalk or the asphalt of the street with much success, I can guarantee that) and carrying that dead weight to a spot where we might have the opportunity to bury it would just slow the troupe down more than it already is and, as such, put the lives of those that still have lives at risk.
Secondly: if the man is dead, he's dead! Anything that made that man who he was left that shell of a body with it's "soul". Sure, Murph might lament the loss and at least close the eyes and/or cover the body up if possible as an act of respect but to actually waste the time burying a body (and in doing so, again, run the risk of getting even more of us killed), just not gonna happen... sorry. That's not to say Murph wouldn't feel bad about having to leave the body behind - I'm sure he's plenty sorry right now, that he didn't kill Jake, himself, when he initially thought about it and plenty sorry that Mac got axed as a result - but he also would realize the true gravity of the situation and wouldn't, for love nor money, risk anyone else by wasting time and keeping the living exposed just to make himself feel better...
*shrug*
Call Murph heartless, I guess, but that's about the way he'd look at it... and, given all of that, and the fact that he's already upset that his "failure to act" when Jake initially got bitten resulted in all of this I can practically guarantee you that he'll have more than just words for Alaster (or anyone else, for that matter) if it so much as hints at becoming an "issue".
Call him a heartless bastard, I guess, but he's kind of had it up to there.
You play it the way you want to, though... I'm cool either way... just sayin'.
Posted on 2010-09-10 at 17:48:10.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I was...
...kind of waiting for someone else to post first, actually.
Suppose I can go ahead and write up what I had in mind for Flynn and post it, though.
Have something soon...
Posted on 2010-09-10 at 17:29:24.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: LMAO @ "Lambs in a School"
And putting some nonsense here so this counts as a post in a game that cannot be won unless I lock it right now...
...also...
...Bologna.
*tosses Grugg a parasailing fish*
Posted on 2010-09-10 at 15:01:25.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Zombie Masher University?
Oh, I think I gotta take this class... Found this as I was doing my morning "news reading binge".
Check it out!
Posted on 2010-09-10 at 13:44:47.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Ah...
...missed that the first read through... *cringe*
Posted on 2010-09-10 at 12:55:00.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: If...
...any of the rest of us live through this one and Mac does buy the farm, I doubt there will be any "problem"...
Alaster wants to argue, stay behind and bury Mac, that's cool... the rest of us will be getting the heck outta here... good luck digging through all that concrete and asphalt without drawing any undead attention... mind if I take that shotgun and give it to someone else? You'll probably get munched trying to bury poor Ol' Mac, anyway.
Besides, Mac's not dead (yet)... just passed out with an axe in his chest...
Seriously... I'd recommend that Alaster get over his 'argumentative' thing... or it may not be the zombies that end up getting him. 
Posted on 2010-09-10 at 11:28:57.
Edited on 2010-09-10 at 11:52:07 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: LOL @ religeous debate
Well, Murph's of Irish descent and lives in Chicago, so it stands to reason that he's likely got "Catholic" on his dogtags... *shrug*... Doubt he's been a "good, practicing catholic" in the past years but, if this works out for the better, I'll bet he'd let Father Teddy hear his confession.
Posted, btw!
See ya in your next life, sunow! Sorry Jake had to go...
Posted on 2010-09-10 at 01:57:33.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Divine intervention?
Murph allowed himself a somewhat satisfied grin as the rest of the troupe seemed to respond pretty quickly to his prodding. Those that didn’t answer out loud had at least shown their faces and indicated that he had been heard and had made himself clear and, best of all, none of them had taken too long about moving towards the front of the store to regroup. He had started to turn his head in order to smile at Amber and offer some kind of hope-filled commentary on the fact that the group had maybe started to work as a group but, before he could do so, his attentions were snatched back by the frail but determined Emily as she almost stomped to a stop before him and, with her hand on her hips, stated with no doubt as to her seriousness; “I want a gun.”
“Wow, Doc,” he chuffed, his grin stretching into a full-fledged smile as he blinked up at the tiny girl and then got to his feet, “why don’t ya tell me what’s really on your mind?”
“Heh. I'd give you mine,” Alaster’s voice drifted into the conversation from an aisle or so away, “but I'm not ready to feel safe without it.”
Murph’s hazel eyes ticked towards the carpenter for only an instant before returning to Emily. “To be honest, Em,” he told her, “I wish all of us had guns, right now…”
Although, I don’t know if that would make me worry less about having to watch everyone else’s backs or more about having to watch my own.
“…but, people in Hell are wishin’ for ice water, as the saying goes. Unfortunately, there’s nothin’ we can do about that right now… but, I promise you, we’re keeping a look out and, as soon as we can make it happen, we’re gonna get everybody armed as best we can. Until then, you just stay safe and let us take care of ya, huh?”
He had been prepared to add a comment in there to reassure the girl that he wasn’t telling her ‘no’ because he didn’t think she could handle a gun but Mac appeared with flashlights and laser levels just then and sidelined the thought.
“You might want to tape this on your gun,” the bounty hunter suggested handing Murph one of the flashlights, “it'll leave your hands free to handle the gun.”
“Good thinkin’, Mac,” he nodded, taking the light and relegating it to his pack’s pocket for the moment, “thanks.”
He listened, too, as Mac explained his ideas concerning the laser levels and, following that, allowed his focus to slip all the more when the other man leaned in and whispered; “Keep an eye on Jake; he's got death in his eyes. I've seen that look before.”
Murph offered a faint nod in reply. “Yeah,” he muttered, his gaze flicking to where Jake, now armed with an axe, was still making his way to the front of the store, “I’ve been watchin’. He doesn’t look good.
Thanks, Mac,” he clapped the bounty hunter on the shoulder, “Let’s square this up and roll out, huh?”
Murph’s attention was drawn to Alaster, then, as the kid said something about cigarettes. Murph smirked, shook his head a little, and flicked a glance in the still straggling Jake’s direction before he looked back in the carpenter’s direction prepared to say something in reply. His mind was split between what words he was going to jab at Alaster with and the fact that Jake really looked like…
“S#*^!!!”
He caught the swing of the axe in his peripheral vision just as his gaze had framed Alaster and the realization of what was happening hit his body a split second slower that it had hit his mind… Mac’s, too, apparently because, before anyone knew what was happening, Jake had buried his new axe in Mac’s chest… And when it did hit, Murph was too shocked and sickened to make his muscles do what he knew they needed to do. It wasn’t until Jake let loose with that first scream that the horror of it all jumpstarted him…
“Mac…”
Shoulda killed him when he first got bit, Sarge! Deny it all you want… if you still can… but you knew this was gonna happen! You knew…
“JAKE!!!”
…Jake was already charging for the window by the time Murph got the SLP in his hands again… and through it before Murph could draw a bead and fire… and Jake’s second scream – that soulless, inhuman scream – froze Murph’s blood in his veins long enough that he couldn’t pull the trigger. The cries that answered when Jake… Not-Jake… charged out of sight, though, thawed him with a quickness.
“Fall back,” he heard himself shout as he found himself remembering how to fire the shotgun and charging towards the now broken window, “Move to the back of the store! Emily! Amber! Move those a**es! Drag Mac if you have to,” he was vaguely aware of shoving each of them urgently towards the depths of the shore as he passed by the women and lifted the SLP to target the first of the zombies… yes, zombies… he saw charging the storefront. “Alaster! Cover fire!”
BOOOM!!!
The zombie exploded, twisted through the air, and splatted to the pavement before the words had even finished bellowing past Murph’s lips. The shot had come too quickly and from the wrong direction for it to have been Alaster following orders… Too powerful for a ten gauge, too… Somebody else?... S#!^… Kramer… where’s Kramer?
“Steve?...” Murph didn’t dare tear his gaze from the scene beyond the broken window to see if the ‘new guy’ had miraculously produced a hand-cannon, let alone where the man might be… he was too busy tracking the next inbound screamer and listening for the tell-tale sounds behind him that would let him know when everyone had moved… besides, another voice alerted Murph to the fact that there was another shooter out there…
"Call ye on the name of your gods, and I will call on the name of the LORD! And the God that answereth by fire…"
What the… There was a slight pause in the biblical evocation, then, and in that instant, Murph determined that the devastating rifleshot… along with the voice… had come from somewhere near the grocery across the street…
Could work out well, Sarge… you keep ‘em comin’ this way and let Reverend Artillery out there pick ‘em off as they come… a little crossfire bait and switch…
Reverend Artillery’s voice finished the verse as Murph finished the thought; “…let him be God!”
“Amen, Father!” Murph shouted just before he targeted the next zombie in the wave descending on the storefront and pulled the trigger… How’s that for answereth by fire?
((OOC: Okay… there’s that… Murph’s actions are pretty much as posted; keep himself between the window and the others as, hopefully, they at least try to fall back to a more defensible position… Target the flesh eaters by proximity and fall back himself, as he can, until they’re too close for the boomstick… ))
Posted on 2010-09-10 at 01:54:32.
Edited on 2010-09-10 at 02:00:42 by Eol Fefalas
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