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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: ZOMBIES ARE REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Faxtion Healthcare Facility
State Street, Herkimer,
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:40 pm
He was a bigger, stronger man than James had ever been, but now, in his newfound deadness, James was tireless. Jack could feel his own strength slipping from his arms, even as his terror began to peak. James mouth was gaping open, a mere couple feet from his, and a guttural moan was rising from his chest. His eyes were locked on Jacks, but there was something unnatural about them. A lack of focus maybe. Or maybe it was the fact that James was not blinking.
He barked his orders to the nearby kid, who instantly obeyed. James’ fingers were digging into Jack’s leather coat, and slobber was streaming from his lips. That damn moan continued, relentless, and Jack could nolonger bring himself to look into the mans eyes. All he could do was press his will and his strength into his own arms that were around base of the mans neck, and pray to hear the gunshots.
They came alright. With a scream that sounded like Mclovin trying out for Black Metal, the kid began unloading Jack’s gun. BANG BANG! The first two shots caused Jack to wince, but nothing more, and then the kids aim was adjusted. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG! James’ head was smacked from the side, twice, three times, the other side of his head erupted suddenly and a torrent of red poured forth. His mouth clamped down, severing his own tongue cleanly, and he jerked backwards and stood stiffly. Slimy, gray flesh slipped from the cavern in the side of his head like slithering eels. Then he fell, into a spreading pool of red. His legs and arms flopped and spasmed, but even they began to subside. It took Jack a moment to realize the kid was standing there, his gun still raised, screaming.
”ZOMBIES ARE REAL! ZOMBIES ARE REAL! ZOMBIES ARE REAL! ZOMBIES ARE REAL!!!!”
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 16:12:42.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: Persuasion....
Forest off Route 5S, Herkimer
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:36 pm
“Look, we have to strap Waltkins down. There is a big chance that he has been infected with whatever is causing this zombie-thing. And I’m sure you’ve all seen the movies, or at least heard what happens when people get bitten. They turn into zombies themselves. We have to strap him down, whether he survives or not; and frankly, the chances that he’ll die in a few minutes are rather big. And I don’t want him to suddenly jump me and start gnawing on my neck.”
Vandervoort made sure to talk to Carrell the most. The fire-haired man had scampered from his fetal position in the rear of the van to join in on the huddle. With some luck, the little prick would take his gun and help Waltkins out of his misery. But perhaps he was hoping too much.
He turned back to Waltkins
“Son, we’re going to have to strap you down. It’s just for your own safety. This is going to hurt quite a bit, and we don’t need you to pull any sudden reflexes on us. Not while I have this hot equipment in my hand.”
The man was pale, and looked to be in a lot of pain. He was pressing a cloth against the wound in his neck, but blood was running through the clothe and his fingers.
“Stra-Strap me down? I can hold still! I mean it. You can buckle me in though if that’s what you mean.”
As he spoke, the vehicle began to a crawl. Johnson’s voice crackled through the speaker again.
“We don’t have much time, Vandervart. (there he went again….was he doing it on purpose or was that just how he pronounced “oo”?) Hurry yer ass up so we can get out of here.”
Carrell, who had been wringing his hands and staring at the wounded soldier as if he was a predator suddenly spoke up in a shrill, quivering voice. “We don’t have time to argue! We need to strap you down! You’ve been bit! That’s how you become one of those, and I’m certainly not going to take that risk!”
Waltkings face turned even paler. “Turn into one of them? No….NO! How do you know? Oh god oh god. Can’t we just clean the wound? It hasn’t been that long! Look all the blood flowing out should keep the infection out of my veins right?” The young mang looked at Vandervoort. "Right?”
(You can answer the question and then tell me what Vandervoorts intentions are and I'll play it out, or we can act the whole thing out if you wish. It's your call.)
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 15:58:01.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: An Escape?
Walmart Supercenter,
103 N Caroline Street, Herkimer,
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:36pm
“So you folks got a Remington Model Seven?” the minister asked incredulously, eager to break a heavy silence punctuated only by the harsh metallic clink of falling knives and firearms. “Good deer-hunting rifle, my brother-in-law, back down in Kentucky, swears by it.”
He was trying to make conversation, of course, leaning out the window of his green sedan as Lisa peered over his shoulder with wide, brown eyes, and the bald man and goth girl hurriedly unloaded their cart full of weapons into their own car. His question was never answered.
The smell that rolled off the figure that stumbled towards him was one of a rotten deer carcass that had bloated and ripped open on a hot summer day, with a distinct, human fecal stench rolled in there. Tiann could catch a hint of formaldehyde too. The figure was tall, and dressed in what was once a very expensive suit. It looked like he had rolled in mud however, and clumps of it even hung from the thin wisps of greasy hair that hung around the brownish black face. Eyes that looked like decayed grapes rolled around in the head, and a lipless, toothy maw opened as the creature raised it’s near skeletal hands and staggered after Tiann. Jetta, who was on the other side of the car, screamed.
Tiann could not believe it. He simply couldn’t fathom what he saw and smelled, and as the creature slowly stumbled closer to him, he couldn’t bring himself to move. The claw like corpse hands opened and closed in the air, and Bryson’s mind raised….He needed to move! Move! MOVE!
A shot rang through the air, and a smacking sound hit the creatures chest. It took one, staggering step back, and then came forward again. It’s stench was forcing itself into Tiann’s nose now, waking up every primitive, survival instinct he had. The gunshot caused him to jump, and now he could move. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled up his own pistol and pumped 3 rounds into the creatures chest. Because he was using a peacemaker, he had to fire, cock, fire, cock, backing up slowly as he did so. It staggered back, and a gelatinous, black substance oozed from the ruin that four rounds had put into it’s suit. Backing around the rear of his car, Tiann fired once more. A gaping, black hole was ripped open in the corpse’s throat. Then suddenly, as if some instinct of it’s own had kicked in, the dead man’s once oblivious gaze locked onto Tiann, and its jaws opened wide. So wide that the dry crack Tiann could hear must have been it’s jaw. A black, oozing tongue rolled out between it’s yellow teeth, and with it’s hands outstretched it came forward some more. A lazy, crackling moan rose up from it’s chest, and whistled through several holes in it’s chest and throat. That sound. Oh that was the sound of nightmares.
It’s face was horrifying. Death, ancient and hungry, woven into decayed flesh. Bryson must have been shooting it, but it wasn’t effected. Jetta’s voice rang over his pounded hearbeat. “The head! Shoot it in the face!”
Both Bryson and Tiann obeyed, and in a hail of bullet’s the creatures dead face was ripped apart. Bone and skin, and hair, and blackish gray brain were vomited from the back of it’s head. The figure dropped what would have been face down…but it’s face was thoroughly blown away.
Jetta reappeared from her hiding place on the other side of the car. The corpse was unmoving. It was, he was sure, thoroughly dead this time. Suddenly a scream tore from Bryson’s car, damn near causing Tiann, Jetta, and especially Bryson, to soil themselves.
“More! There are more!”
Lisa was frantically pointing through the back window of the car, towards the walmart entrance, where 3 decayed figures were stumbling towards them. Their own hands were outstretched. They were not yet making any sound, nor were their jaws gaping wide, but they were 40 feet away and the gap was closing.
((Decide what to do. Do you think you have time to pull out in your own vehicle? Will you hop into Bryson’s vehicle? Will you fight them? Remember how many rounds your clip carry. Tiann your peacemaker holds 6 rounds….and you think you might have used them all. Bryson your 44 also holds 6 rounds. You’ve counted with each shot. And have 1 round left.)
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 15:43:22.
Edited on 2008-12-29 at 15:44:23 by Valimar
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Hah
I just bought my brother that album for Xmas because he loves Finntroll. It's a good album, though i like their first album the most.
As for the update. sorry but Xmas snuck up and I had to go home for the week! (home to the parents)
Posted on 2008-12-27 at 17:07:06.
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Topic: Merry Christmas, Innmates!
Subject: Bah
Humbug.
Posted on 2008-12-24 at 16:52:14.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Hahaha
So it seems. Good news! In an hour I'm taking my last final!!!! NO MORE STUDYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted on 2008-12-18 at 16:15:40.
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Topic: Music
Subject: TRV NORWEGIAN BLAKK METAL
I don't think it comes as a suprise to anyone that I listen to the darkest of the dark when it comes to music. But there are SO many bands that I'll just list what I've listened to since...yesterday.
Belphegor! Austrian Blackened Death Metal!
Horna! Finnish Black Metal!
Kampfar! Norwegian Black metal!
Necrophobic! Swedish Death Metal!
Vomitory! Swedish Death Metal!
Burzum! Norwegian Black Metal!
Fintroll! Finnish...Folk Metal
Blind Guardian! Glorious Masters of Power Metal!
and right now im listening to MANEGARM!!!!!!!! Probably the greatest Viking Metal band out there. Infact.-http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=33980185
Posted on 2008-12-18 at 15:40:49.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Hahahaha!
Awsome post Duncan...I just finally got the chance to read it. Grugg I just might have him shoot you rather then the zombie get you  ..*Ponders going back to edit*
Posted on 2008-12-18 at 02:07:35.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Well I mean
Im a Zombie Master! I'm supposed to get joy out of your demises... But your right about one thing. Grugg Killing would be very satisfying.
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 19:52:29.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Damnit
Well I didn't get to finish up all the posts. I've gotta finish Bob/Vors. I wanted to get em all up at the same time. I've got my finals tomorrow morning so I spent the ENTIRE day studying. It's been horrible....simply horrible. Wish me luck tomorrow! If i feel like i did good, ill come home and celebrate by killing you all.
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 05:53:35.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Oh
You could have posted lol...I just didn't expect you to be able to squeeze one in by the time I posted. Any time that you CAN get a post in, go ahead and do it. I mean you see the zombie attacking Jack, and you heard what he said, so you can very much react. Any time a player gets their post in before me, i take it into consideration and change the post I have written accordingly.
Infact I've been working on posts, but while this week I had papers to write, on tuesday i have two finals and Ive been spending the weekend studying. I should have the posts all complete by tomorrow morning though 
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 06:18:29.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Damnit
You don't know how close you were to death, Grugg. Your still not out of trouble though because now I get to roll. If you guys had coordinated getting the gun sooner, Duncan would have had a shot at it this round. But now you must fight. fight for your life.
Posted on 2008-12-13 at 21:13:31.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Oh Yes
There will be death.
Posted on 2008-12-13 at 06:47:36.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Which means
If your character freezes from shock while in a struggle to keep a zombie away from your face, that character is in deeeep trouble...Just letting you know, Grugggggggggg
Posted on 2008-12-10 at 13:21:21.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Just so you know
This week is the last week of classes and i have three very big, very important papers to write, so for those of you who were good and posted, I wont be able to post early for you. I AM POSTING this weekend with or without peoples posts *cough* Grugg. If you cant get a post in, lemme know! If not, then your character spends that time, frozen in shock.
Posted on 2008-12-08 at 16:03:19.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: haha
Yeah I don't believe I ever read a history on him. It's ok though...Noone else gave me much of a history either . Don't much need em, and once the game kicks into full swing, there will likely be much death and recreation of characters, and bios for every character might become a hassle.
I know i keep threatening you all with "imminent death"...I swear the outbreak will become horrible very soon! .
Posted on 2008-12-07 at 21:27:45.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Vorrioch
Kudos for not going right for the head, firstly, secondly what accent exactly is starting to show? Southern? Not that it much matters but I'm curious.
Posted on 2008-12-07 at 20:18:56.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Uh...
Ok..that doesn't do much though in terms of....helping his character along. You'll need to post, telling him where he can find a gun...
Posted on 2008-12-06 at 08:04:39.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Indeed
Good to hear your able to get back in school Duncan.
Grugg-Tell him your master plan already!
Posted on 2008-12-06 at 06:17:58.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Woo
Everyone is updated for!
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 17:44:27.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: Change of Plans?
Forest off Route 5S, Herkimer
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:36 pm
Vandervoort scrambled into the back of the van, slid the door closed, and quickly glanced over who else had gotten in. Both of the other scientists, (Mosher and Carrell) as well as the tall blonde private Clayton, who was sitting in the driver seat, and private Waltkins, who sat on one of the benches in the van’s rear opposite Vandervoort, holding his hand to the wound in his neck. Blood was gushing through his fingers, despite his best efforts. So it seemed he had to share this vehicle with both of the other scientists…
Suddenly something struck the van. Waltkins looked up, terror in his eyes. Mosher, who had taken the passenger seat in the front was leaning as far away from the window as he could, and private Clayton had withdrawn a pistol from the glove compartment. Another bang thundered over the Van, and then, as it began to rock as bodies outside the vehicle grappled with it, in a battle to get the soft, pink flesh within.
It felt like an eternity had passed before the Van’s radio crackled, and Sergeant Johnson’s gruff voice issued an order for Clayton, and Clarke (who is driving the other Hummer) to get moving onto the highway and to just drive until further orders.
Clayton was all too eager to accept, and the tires screamed, kicking up dirt and grass before lurching forward. “Run them over! Run em over!” Mosher was screaming, and the Van slowly rolled over several bumps that Vandervoort was sure were too squishy to have been natural. Before long however, they were on the road and picking up speed. Clayton and Mosher were cheering in the front seats, and Carrell was curled up in a ball in the back of the Van, pale and shaking.
First things first. As soon as he felt safe enough, Vandervoort focused on his specimen. Ordering the soldier to take his shirt off, and to roll his right pant leg up, the scientist inspected both wounds. Waltkins calf had been pinched by one of the wolves and shaken. The skin was ripped open, and the muscle beneath had been torn. Somehow the artery hadn’t been touched however. The man was lucky in that aspect. Maybe. The wound on the man’s neck, took a while for Vandervoort to assess. The blood didn’t stop bleeding, and he knew an artery had been nicked. The muscle too, had been torn and shredded so bad that it was undeniable. If the man was going to be able to heal properly, he would need to be taken to a hospital. As it was, Vandervoort had to try and stop the bleeding…and the only way to be able to do that with these sort of tears, was through cauterization.
He had a cauterize, but as soon as he plugged it in, the radio crackled once more. It was Johnson. “Next exit, turn back towards Albany. I’m getting us out of this and debriefed as soon as possible. We need to get Waltkins to a hospital as soon as possible also. Put whoever is helping him on the line. Vandervart! Give me the run down. Can you stop the bleeding until we get to a hospital?”
((Oh don’t worry Al, I know what YOU plan. However, Johnson has different plans that might….interfere. A hospital means no more specimen for you. Also, yes the Van is open between front and ba
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 17:43:45.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Vorrioch/Bob
Ya never decided WHERE you were going to go, so I gave you...a little time to think about it .
Remember Addy that you may have guns, but you don't have ammo. There is a Herb Philipson's 1 block over, in basically the very center of Herkimer. They sell ammo. So You guys need to decide where you want to go, I know you don't know the area that well, but if you can give me an idea, then I can guide you. There are gas stations as well, and as I said already, you can take Route 5 west (the road Bryson was already on) towards the village of Ilion (which is known for it's MASSIVE gun factory), and the city of Utica beyond, or you can head through Herkimer, and out it's north eastern end and follow that road right up into mile after mile of wilderness and smallllllll towns. Or you can pick a house or a building and barricade.
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 17:08:00.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: Another Happy Walmart Customer
Walmart Supercenter,
103 N Caroline Street, Herkimer,
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:36pm
It sounded simple enough. As the bald man and the goth girl pushed their carts through the parking lot to his red, rented car, Bryson and Lisa followed, slowly, in their vehicle. “Sick people eating each other?” Lisa’s voice was shrill. “What the hell does that mean John?” Without asking permission, she started frantically fumbling with the buttons on his car radio.
Jetta and Tiann hadn’t wasted time throwing their ‘groceries’ into the back of the vehicle. Whatever was going on at this Walmart, they clearly wanted nothing to do with it. It came as a surprise to everyone then, when Tiann tossed the last gun into the back of the vehicle, that he looked up in time to see the figure step around the pickup truck that had parked beside them.
He hadn’t noticed it at first, for some reason. Maybe he wasn’t breathing with his nose, or maybe he was upwind, but now a stench so overwhelmingly powerful swept over him, that he couldn’t help but gag, while he instinctively backed up frantically. The smell that rolled off the figure that stumbled towards him was one of a rotten deer carcass that had bloated and ripped open on a hot summer day, with a distinct, human fecal stench rolled in there. Tiann could catch a hint of formaldehyde too. The figure was tall, and dressed in what was once a very expensive suit. It looked like he had rolled in mud however, and clumps of it even hung from the thin wisps of greasy hair that hung around the brownish black face. Eyes that looked like decayed grapes rolled around in the head, and a lipless, toothy maw opened as the creature raised it’s near skeletal hands and staggered after Tiann. Jetta, who was on the other side of the car, screamed.
Bryson could see it now… Every detail was clear. Even the smell. Tiann was backing up frantically, closer to his car. He could hear Lisa’s breath being sucked in, and he could feel her terror, or perhaps it was his own terror. This figure was dead. Very, very dead. And right now he was making for the bald man with arms outstretched like he wanted a hug.
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 17:02:06.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: Zombie Fight!
Faxtion Healthcare Facility
State Street, Herkimer,
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:36 pm
In a moment so fast that he couldn’t prevent it, Jack went from trying to find a parking-spot to get this guy into the hospital, to preparing to kick his punk ass for making him spill his bike. He also had acquired a fanboy, it seemed.
The kid stood nearby, beside a bicycle, and was fumbling through his pockets. "So are you guys doing a project for the college or something? Just lemme get a quick pic or two and I'll get out of your hair. This is so cool! I'm a HUGE zombie movie fan..."
The man, Jimmy, was staggering to his feet in shaky, unsteady movements. He did look a bit like a dead man. Pallid as a white mold, with eyes so bloodshot that they looked like red orbs. The towel he had wrapped around his arm had fallen away, revealing a several inch rip in his flesh that was so deep that Jack thought he could see the muscle within. The wound wasn’t bleeding quite as steadily as it should have been though. Just a trickle of blood that ran down the man’s arm. A dog had done that?
Glancing back at the kid, Jack barked The hell are you saying runt? Get out of here. This ain't any zombie project and I don't want any damn pictures you understand me? No get the hell away from me and call an ambulance, this idiot's going to need one in a minute."
Turning back to Jimmy, who had just gotten to his feet, Jack strolled up to him, hauled back, and slugged him as hard as he could. Jimmy’s head snapped to the side from the blow, and Jack was sure he felt a tooth loosen. Slowly, Jimmy turned back to Jack, who was couldn’t help but be disturbed. This man could take a punch! Jabbing once, twice, Jack caught him in the nose and cheek and his head snapped back both times like this was a Rocky movie. Dark blood trickled from his nose, and Jack’s eyes widened. So too did Jimmy’s mouth. Suddenly his arms had come up and grabbed Jack by the shoulders. As his mouth gaped open, a flow of blood and two teeth poured over his shirt.
Jack tried yanking the man from his grip but found that his busted and bloody mouth was coming in for his face, like he wanted a big open mouthed kiss. Backing up and smacking against the PT Cruiser, Jack was forced to put his hands on the man’s throat, trying to keep him at bay.
Of course Roger witnessed all of this. There was nothing else to be seen, except for this scuffle which, despite the biker’s gruff claims, looked very much like a zombie fight.
((OK-what are you going to try and do? What are your intentions? I’ll roll and determine your success. Grugg, your risking everything by going hand to hand with a zombie. He doesn’t seem stronger then you, but he is unaffected by your blows.))
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 16:43:03.
Edited on 2008-12-04 at 16:43:57 by Valimar
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Well
I'm going to initiate combat....and then you will have an option to go from there. Your weapons are in your saddle bags, so your going to be punching a zombie...
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 16:31:58.
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