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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: What is Life but A Series Of Choices that Lead To Death?
Forest off Route 5S, Herkimer
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:16 pm
The group simply stared at Vandervoort for what seemed long moments, when he demanded one of the privates drag the still snapping, paralyzed wolf to the hummers. One by one their gazes dropped to the beast. If this was Mange, it was the worst case in recorded history. The creatures body lay in an unnatural, contorted angel; it’s spine clearly snapped. Yet it’s head lolled back and forth, losely, and it’s jaws opened and closed more like those of a gasping fish pulled onto land, then a snapping wolf. It’s fur clung to it in patches, and beneath, the skin was a yellow brown, and mottled with a sickening brownish purple. It’s ears…simply didn’t exist. They had rotted away, along with the tip of it’s nose. It’s eyes gleamed white in the flash-light. They were clouded over like white quartz.
Perhaps most interesting was the fact that it’s throat had been torn out days before, and the trachea, a shriveled, blue tube, hung limply from the huge gash where it’s neck had been shredded open. A sickening flapping sound fluttered from within it’s throat every few seconds, as a gurgling growl pushed it’s way to the surface.
“You grab it if it means so much to you.”
One of the privates was glaring at Vandervoort. It was the fair haired Clayton. The young man with the map, and the one and only soldier who had stepped in to help Johnson. It was he who had brought the rock down on the creatures spine. Glancing form Vandervoort to Johnson he quickly continued, as if afraid he’d overstepped his boundaries.
“It’ll only slow us down. I don’t think anyone expected….rotting…dead thing’s to be attacking us. This mission has to be over….right Serge?”
Johnson seemed to hesitate a moment before trudging past everyone and up the hill. As he walked he said.
“You’ve got your samples, Dr. This mission is a botch. We’ve got more important things to see to. Like telling the goddamn world that dead animals are walking through our forests.”
The soldiers began to follow, Mosher, Carrell, and Vandervoort exchanged glances, before Carrell quickly stepped behind the creature and grabbed it’s hind leg.
“Well don’t just stand there. Mosher come help.”
Without hesitation the young scientist moved in and grabbed the other hind leg, and the two began to drag the slobbering, snapping beast up the hill. With two people pulling it, they could easily keep pace, with the group. It was only moments though, before the group came to a dead halt, with the break in the forest in sight, the sound of something crashing through the underbrush caused them to halt, and slowly, fearfully turn in the direction.
First one, then a second. A third staggered from the darkness between the pale trunks, then they were in clear view, arms outstretched, blackened, nearly skeletal faces twisted in open jawed gapes. They were wearing dress close…like what one would wear to church on Easter Sunday…if following the sermon, said individual decided to roll in the mud for a few hours. Leaves and soil clung to their clothes, and their stringy, ancient hair hung like cobwebs from peeling scalps. The flash-lights landed on their blank, crusted eyes, and they let out three, simultaneous moans. Heavy, gurgling moans. The moan forced by a maggot infested lung, through lax, decayed vocal chords.
The Team of trained US Soldiers, and professional Scientists became a gaggle of screaming, hysterics, scrabbling through the trees and towards the clearing, with no regard for one another. Mosher first, then Carrell, let go of the wolf, and bolted for the clearing. The team of soldiers were quick to follow, with Private Waltkins (Vandervoort could finally see the wounded soldier’s nametag) staggering as fast as he damn well could behind them.
(You may opt to bolt when Mosher and Carrel do, and thus be in the front of the pack, or you may be in the center or in the back, with Waltkins if you wish. Or you may act in any other way as you please)
They had just started to run, when the sounds of shouts, and gunshots began ringing from the road…where the hummers were located.
Pushing through the trees, and into the 50 or so yards of clearing, the group stared in horror as a mob of staggering, moaning figures that had surrounded the Teams caravan slowly closed in on it. The Van that contained the laboratory sat, dark and unoccupied in front of the three hummers. One of which had either Clarke of Shafer propped through the (don’t know what you call it :/) roof door, (the circular door on the top of military hummers). He had an MA 16 clutched in his hands and was unloading on the crowd.
The headlights suddenly flashed to life. If Shafer was in shooting at the…crowd, then Clarke must be in the drivers seat. They must have switched vehicles at some point during the teams trek into the forest.
***The situation Is this. A mob of dead humans are staggering towards the caravan, and have already encircled it pretty well. The caravan is about 50 feet away, with the nearest zombies being half that distance. Carrell has the keys to the Laboratory Van. Johnson has the keys to one hummer, and Clayton has the keys to another. The third hummer is occupied by Clarke and Shafer, and if they notice you, they haven’t said anything. They look like they’re about to drive off. In order to get to the vehicles, you will need to manuver past a few zombies, and while they appear slow and unsteady, god forbid you trip, or one happens to grab you. Also, you don’t know if the van doors are locked, which would take…a little bit more time to get the door opened. The Van has a portable laboratory, and everything you could want, including high tech computer analyzing technology, while the Hummer’s have weapons and ammunition. Course you can always just run down the road, away from all of this towards Herkimer…..You could very well encounter houses along the way as you’re a good 3 miles outside town…..I DO roll for things if you decide to fight/run/manuever/what have you. Just remember this is not free form, and it is survival horror. Good luck from this point on***
Posted on 2008-06-17 at 03:31:49.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Haha!
Thats awsome Al! and yes it is the right town, and yes that is walmart. See what I meant by State Street? Also, those fields just north of the Walmart are where the "mob" came from.  .
Al, If you could show me how to do that, I would appreciate it, i could use maps and edit them to make location descriptions easier.
Posted on 2008-06-14 at 23:53:56.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: As The House of Holy Burns....
The flames that licked the chapel and danced victoriously lept up the sides of the church and onto the roof. Through the windows, the sanctuary was a hellish blaze. The ancient oak that had stood on this ground before this house of lies had been erected, seemed to pull back it's limbs, as leaves curled and whithered into ash.
The air was heavy with smoke. Purifying smoke. The loft must have burned away, because with a crash, the bell tumbled through the fire and flames and crashed onto the pavement. This was a memory....and he did not know what had lead to this...but he could not deny... The Satisfaction.
A sharp knocking suddenly drew his attention away from the newspaper clipping. It was from the door he had looked through already. The unnatural door....a doorway to another realm.
With his newfound revelation, and the realization that wherever he was, was supernatural. Josh realized he very well might experiencing some sort of afterlife.
Slowly approaching the doorway, and laying his hand on the knob. He hesitated but a moment, before opening it.
Posted on 2008-06-14 at 16:30:11.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Locations...
I really wish i could copy and paste the visual results from google maps....you could see exactly where walmart is. If you would like, you can search it on google though and see for yourself. Walmart is on the outskirts of Herkimer. However, it's built in such a way that the only way to get out of the parkinglot, is to head back towards the center of the village.
As you come out of the parkinglot, you can take a right, which puts you on State Street which becomes Route 5. This actually becomes a raised bridge as it passes walmart. Or you go straight, past mcdonalds and Applebees and Dollar Tree and into herkimer.
if you DO find a way to leave Herkimer, Route 5 will head straight to Utica (a city 15 minutes away), or you can get off an exit a mile outside herkimer which will put you in Ilion, where there is an ALDY's!!!! Cheap ass Supermarket.
I Shall post tomorrow so hopefully you can get yours in by then?
Posted on 2008-06-14 at 16:15:03.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Pepperoni
Seriously the nearest blunt object is one of those long ass pepperoni sticks. I looked. theres a bunch of em in a wooden barrel.
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 02:09:16.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Draven
Doesn't have much to do...he's going to let his horse go before they get too high up, and too far into enemy grounds, so the horse still has time to escape. He's going to grumble that they shouldn't start a fire, and point out that if there are wardrums, then the goblins are used to fighting something...maybe each other, and they don't know that the group is here, so they should keep it that way as best as they can. So they should try and find a rocky place to camp, and to do it without fire. No deep caves.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 15:44:15.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Well
As you know, I was sick, and only just able to start posting again halfway through this week. Perhaps selfishly, I focused on catching up my zombie game. You know I still need to give you a list of items for Draven, and I'll do that today, since I need to go down and get my books out of the car anyways.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 15:06:00.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Hah!
Ayrn, if your trying to go outside, you've lucked out. There is a door right in the back of the Dunkin Donuts lounge that has the bright red EXIT sign on it. It would lead right out the side of walmart.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 01:18:09.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: hahaha
Hey, do what you gotta do!
Posted on 2008-06-06 at 21:50:03.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Hmmm
I'll have to check on that Ayrn....I'm going there in a little bit. I honestly don't think so though. I think their garbage gets tossed in a big wheeled dumpster.
Posted on 2008-06-06 at 18:41:48.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: Everyone Loves Walmart!
Walmart Supercenter,
103 N Caroline Street, Herkimer,
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:13pm
As the boy was busy bustling behind the counter with her order, Melina glanced out the Dunkin Donuts exit and into the Walmart interior. In the few minutes she had been here, the store had busied considerably. Even now a stream of people flowed through the doors. They looked the range between nervous and downright terrified. Why terrified? She wasn’t sure. The boy had just about finished with her order, and had set the muffin on the counter, when the sound of breaking glass, and screams, muffled as they may be, drifted in from outside. Pausing, he and she both spun to see what had happened, but there were no windows to the outside. Only the giant, glass entranceway to the Walmart.
A few young men suddenly ran through the entranceway and into the walmart, panic-stricken and wailing. “Rotting people! Rotting f*cking people!!” The old door greeter spun towards the entrance, with eyes wide and terrified, and began to back up. Like an ancient deer encircled by wolves.
“Um.”
The boy dropped her coffees, and with a wet explosion and a pubescent shriek, consequently found the scalding liquid all over his legs.
“Look lady, screw this job. I’m going home.”
He started around the counter, and stopped dead. Three figures stood in the doorway, swaying slowly. They would have been elderly gentlemen, well dressed in suit’s and adorned with rings. Infact they were, except for the fact that their skin was sunken tight agasint the bones, and their eyes were yellow orbs of puss. Their noses were simply cavities in their gray faces, and their teeth snapped slowly and methodically in lipless mouths. They were covered in dirt.
Then they began their approach. Slow, staggering, arms outstretched. Mouths suddenly gaping open wider then Melina thought a human jaw could support. Through throats that looked like they hadn’t spoken in…years…as these looked to have crawled from the grave, low gurgling sounds escaped. A wave of stench rolled over Melina, and the boy screamed and backed away to the far wall.
At a glance, this was just a typical Dunkin Donuts. Two 3 foot poles held a little black banister which made for an orderly line, and behind the counter were all the makings for donuts and coffee. The interior of the place as small metal chairs with cushioned bottoms, and round tables.
The trio was approaching of course, but it was a slow, unsteady stagger on twisted legs.
****** ****** ******
They’re most interesting conversation was suddenly interrupted by the shrill screams that echoed through the entire store from the entranceway.
“Rotting people! Rotting F*cking people!!”
The people that Jetta and Tiaan could see shopping all froze and either stared at the entranceway, or moved for a better position so as to see. Three boys ran through the store as if on some juvenile footrace. Only noone moved to stop them. They ran straight towards the back of the store, towards Tiaan and Jetta, and at one point, one of them said something along the lines of “Ya’ll better get moving.”
Then they were tearing bast Jetta and Tiann and into the back of the store (employee section). A murmer swept over the store, and people hastily began throwing things in carts, and heading towards the exits or the checkout lanes. Jetta and Tiaan looked at one another again, before a thud, like a meaty fist knocking, pounded from the interior of the Family Bathroom, followed by what sounded like the moan of a very sick fat man who can’t get off the john.
Posted on 2008-06-06 at 17:19:06.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: Like Sheep To The Slaughter
Christ Episcopal Church,
North Mainstreet, Herkimer,
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:13 pm
His congregation stared at him for long moments. Even Harold Redridge, the old wise-crack, said nothing. Then they were all on their feet and heading to the door, leaving half eaten, frosted donuts on the tables. A couple people, farmers, mumbled to him that they would just head on home, since they lived a good half hour away.
Outside it was clear something horrible had washed over the village. The twenty or so members of his church were standing like a flock of sheep (HAH!) on the church yard, silently listening. Faces were ashen, and filled with confusion. At first Bryson didn’t understand why, until he made his way down the steps and stood among them. The wailing of sirens was incessant, and was coming from many directions at once, but beneath it, low, relentless. A strange, drone drifted on the wind. What the hell was it? He couldn’t tell, but it gave him chills. It sounded like a thousand muttering old shamans.
“I’m out!”
It was Jason Patterson. A young man with a pretty girlfriend that looked like she had been the queen of prisses in Highschool, and a bright red, Dodge neon with a customized fin. Yes…he had decked out a neon. As he spoke, he and his girlfriend, someone who didn’t come to church often, and Bryson couldn’t remember her name, Lindsey? Linda?, got into his car.
The others acted on queue, crossing the street to their vehicles, in the bank parking lot, and pulling out one by one. Bryson approached his own little green sedan, and had unlocked the drivers-side door, when he himself was approached by one of his congregation, Lisa Neiman. A middle aged woman, beautiful for her age, who’s husband had left her years ago for an even more beautiful, younger woman. Bryson knew Lisa well, because he had counseled her often in the year following her divorce. She had her share of problems, though, he knew. One was that she dressed all too much like a scantily clad teenager, rather than a middle aged woman, no matter her beauty. Another was that she…from what he had seen, was incredibly flirtatious. He didn’t know much about her life at home, but he knew she had dated a bit, and was often seen with one male companion or another, but never settled down. He also knew that she would occasionally throw him looks during sermons that definitely caused him to wonder what she was imagining of him…
“John, I’m sorry but can you give me a ride? I walked here.”
She also called him by his first name. (I’m going to just assume you say yes). He waited for the other cars to leave, to be sure noone else needed a ride. Lisa sat in the passenger seat, nervously rolling her long black hair around one slender finger. “What the hell do you think is going on?”
The church yard was empty. Flicking his lights on, the pastor pulled out of the driveway and onto North Mainstreet. There were of course, several ways to get to Walmart, but the quickest was simply to just cut a block down North Mainstreet, and to hop onto the main road, State Street. That is indeed what Bryson did….or intended to do. As the car approached the crossway, he was shocked to see the traffic. It looked to him as if everyone in town was out. Traffic was backed up, and with lights every 100 feet, anxious drivers were beeping at one another. On the sidewalks, people were walking, or riding bikes. Only about half of the traffic was headed to Walmart though….were people ignoring the curfew? Were people leaving? Either way, Bryson was in position to cut the traffic well, by pulling into the driveway of the many strip malls and diners that lined State street. Cruising parallel with the road, for a few minutes, before coming to a T that was connected to both State Street and the Walmart parking lot, as well as a Mcdonalds and an Applebees, he pulled the vehicle back on the road and made his way into the vast expanse that was Walmart’s parking lot.
“Oh shit!” She liked to swear too…but this time, Bryson didn’t seem to notice her. He was quite possibly thinking the same thing. The parking lot was not only quickly filling up, but what appeared to be a mob of people was pouring into it from the Herkimer Highschool’s sport’s fields that rested beside the parking lot. Cars skirting the parking lots lanes were forced to stop as the mob swept around them with total disregard, and as the two peered through their windows, it actually seemed as if people carrying Walmart bags were fleeing from the crowd. (all walmarts have two front entrances, Grocery and…the other, this ones Grocery side is on the right if your facing walmart.)
The Grocery Side entrance was being flooded by the mob as well.
Skirting to the other side of the large parking lot, Bryson realized he would need to park far from the entrance, and did so anyways. Putting the vehicle in park, a good 60 yards away from the building, the two exited their vehicle, and immediately heard the chaos.
The drone was loud, and washing over the parking lot from the mob. The mutter and moan of so many voices acting as one. Over the drone were screams of utter and total terror. Bryson heard the sound of glass breaking, and tires screaming. It sounded like someone was trying to push or pull something too heavy to move with their vehicle.
As it was, the Grocery side parking lot was a bit on the hectic side. A good 50 or so people had flooded through the fence, and were apparently causing chaos. Breaking glass and making people scream is fairly chaotic when it takes place in a walmart parking lot. Nomatter, the other entrance was ahead of them, and fairly clear. People stood outside it, gawking at the other side of the parking lot, but at least there was no violence.
((it’s your decision. You can choose to do whatever you like, and go wherever you want. If you think walmarts a bad idea and want to go somewhere else, I’ll give you a list of places, or you can try to look it up on google for Herkimer/Mohawk/Ilion. If you want to try to leave, the village entirely, that is also a possibility. There is the main road (State Street) which becomes a highway on either side, and can take you anywhere in the state you want to go. Course this road is fairly trafficy, buuuut, traffic IS moving. Then of course there are lots of little side roads that leak out of the village and into the country in all directions. If you have a decision you can post it, if you want more information regarding something, just ask .))
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 16:19:24.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: :D
Glad you liked it. Now our dear friend Almerin has some thinking to do...and I think it's about time I crank up the heat for the rest of you.
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 14:51:22.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: Voices of the Deaaad! Trapped inside My HEAAAAD!! (sorry..its a song)
Forest off Route 5S, Herkimer
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:13 pm
Since their arrival, the forest had transformed. Like a corpse left to rot in some dank hole, it had become fetid, cold, and malignant. The deer that lay only feet away from Vandervoort was the single most gruesome discovery of his life. An animal that must surely be dead even as it walks. The corpse of an herbivore feeding on enough flesh to rupture its stomach and rip through it’s skin. Impossibilities aside, two questions surfaced in his churning mind.
What did the flesh belong to that filled the beasts stomach?….What if….this contagion could be spread to humans? No sooner had the question dug it’s icy tendrils into the base of his skull, than a second moan, upwind, wherever the stink was coming from, crashed down on them from out of the brush. The moan sounded so human….it had to be….and yet it was entirely inhuman. So void of emotion and purpose….just an escape of air through lungs, vibrating vocal chords…The soldiers and scientists alike looked like they were about to bolt back towards the road. Only Johnson still clutched his dignity, and was staring coldly through the trees which were so shaky in the gray light of their flashlighs.
Vandervoort himself, having already vomited from the revelation, though the stink didn’t help, felt the sudden need to be very, very far away from here. Stepping farther away from the deer, and casting a glance at the petrified Mosher, he said.
“There is something very wrong with this deer. We need to go back to the hummers so that I can inspect these samples. We need to take in consideration that there might be more of these sick animals out there. Let’s go, now.”
The others acted immediately, and without speaking, started up the hill like children running out of the cellar in the middle of the night. Turning, he grabbed Dr Charrell and pulled him to his feet. The little man peered at him wide eyed through his thick lenses.
“The…deer..”
Forcing a thin smile, and nodding in the direction the others were already taking, Vandervoort rushed to catch up with Charrell on his heels.
They were maybe halfway up the hill through the forest. A good five minutes hike yet before they would reach the road, when the crackle tore through the air, over the snapping of twigs, and nearly caused them to jump out of their skin. It was their radios.
“Dude…where the hell are you guys? Learn to speak in your goddamn radios. Listen, something major is going on so get your asses up here. There’s like…what the hell? There’s like a mob of people headed this way from down the road. Get up here now.”
Sounding as if he had just been interrupted from only the most important discovery of his life….and perhaps he was, Charrell lifted his radio to his mouth.
“Calm yourself, Clarke or Shafer, or whichever one you are. We’re on our way now.”
Lowering the radio, he glanced over the group and ran one pudgy hand through his fiery hair.
“Well? Lets move.”
A moment later they were under attack. It happened just like that. They were hiking as fast as they could up the hill, crunching through dead leaves and underbrush, and dodging low-hanging branches, and then there was a blur ahead of something low and fast and hairy, and then one of the soldiers was on the ground, screaming in terror and confusing, and rolling through the underbrush with whatever furry beast head dove on him.
Of course the entire party spun arround. Their shaky, gray lights flooding over the battle between man and beast…and then there were more. Dogs? Wolves? They were hideous, patches of hair covered their boney, ridged bodies, and their faces were curved, yellow teeth, and bone. Three of them were on the soldier in a manner that reminded Vandervoort of hyenas fighting over a dead calf.
He screamed and punched and kicked and rolled, and they just gripped his left leg, his right arm, and somewhere on his shoulder, or his neck, and just kept tugging, in whatever direction they chose. Soggy growls and wheezes escaped their hideous mouths.
The gunshot was startling, and the beast that had ahold of the soldiers arm rolled into the brush. Still kicking, the young man withdrew a knife from somewhere on his body and stuck it in the beast that had his neck. The knife punched into it’s side easily, but the creature didn’t let go. It didn’t seem to feel it. Another round from Johnson and hair and skin exploded from the beasts spine. It’s hind legs dropped, but it didn’t let go. The soldier stabbed again, and again, and a soupy black liquid oozed from the wounds. The beast began shaking it’s head violently, like a dog with a toy.
“Bastards don’t stand there!”
It was Johnson, roaring as he charged forward, and with a heave, put his boot into the ribs of the wolf that had his comrades leg. The crack of bone and the hiss of air tore from it’s chest as it actually flew through the air and struck a tree. Kneeling over his soldier, Sergeant Johnson put the 9mm. Pistol against the skull of the beast that refused to let go of his comrade, despite it’s paralyzed hind legs, and several stab wounds. Bone and brain spattered his forarm and sprayed across the soldier’s face. The beast went limp, it’s jaws still clamped on the corner of his neck and shoulder.
Spinning, Johnson prepared to face the retaliating beast he had already kicked, but with a wail that sounded entirely too much like someone forced into doing something awful, the Private, Clayton stepped in from the side and slammed a stone, the size of a volleyball onto the creature. The rock smashed down on the beasts neck and shoulders, crushing them, and dropping it in a heap.
Johnson glanced at Clayton, then back down at the creature. It wasn’t dead..or unmoving at least. It seemed the rock had paralyzed the beast from the shoulders down, and had only succeeded in frustrating the beast. It whirled it’s bony face around and snapped at the air, and let out a series of horrible sounding, gurgling snarls.
Not far from it, the fallen soldier pried the jaws of his dead assailant from his shoulder and with a whimper, felt at his neck. It didn’t take a doctor to see his wound was grievous for the circumstances. A chunk of flesh had been ripped right off his neck, and were it any higher, his throat would have been ripped out. As it was, blood was pumping through the fingers pressed to the wound like water through a broken pipe. The fatigue fabric of his leg was already stained bright red as well.
Johnson knelt to help the man up, and barked for someone to help him. A soldier rushed to his side and they pulled him to his feet, before Johnson began ripping off his shirt, to bind the wound. All the meanwhile one beast lay, snapping at the air mindlessly, and a fell wind howled through the trees. Vandervoort thought he could hear voices on that wind. Many, many voices.
((Im really sorry for how long it took. I really was very very sick for almost a week. I think I caught something while in that foul city. Nomatter. Lets get this baby back on it’s horrible track to hell. Reactions would be wonderful, but more importantly, what will Vandervoort do/suggest now? Wait for the soldier to be fixed? Book it to the hummers? Head off into the woods?! Try to do something to the paralyzed wolf/dog? Try to convince the others to act one way or another?! So many choices and they all lead to DOOOOOM!))
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 05:54:45.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Ok
Firstly, I'm back on my feet...for the most part. I feel well enough to pick things back up, and we aren't behind by much..only poor Al is...And i will update for him as soon as I can, likely today.
Vorrioch still needs to post, and Glory, you can respond to Tiann if you wish, I am updating for EVERYONE tomorrow...cept Al..im trying to get to him today.
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 15:30:21.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Seeking Answers
To say that the film was unsettling in this circumstance, to a man with no recollection of who he was, except for his name and age, was an understatement. Collapsing in one of the three chairs at the table, he ran his fingers along his temples, and stared blankly at the shattered computer at the desk across the room for long moments. Perhaps he really was dead? Certainly while this place appeared earthly, the blackness of that room…that void…had no room in this world.
And what of the film? The final image of the three graves lingered in his minds eye, and he couldn’t say why it unsettled him, but it did. When at last, he determined he had had enough of sitting around, he stood and looked at the vending machines. Needing something to do to take his mind off of….everything, he strolled up to the vending machine, and studied the lock. If the locks are in place, he will find something to smash the face open and get something to drink, if possible.
Following the bout with the vending machine, he stood, glancing around the room. Among the binders that lined the cabinet, one caught his eye. SILENT HILL. Why it caught his attention, he didn’t know, but it did. Perhaps simply because the name was more interesting then the others. Nomatter, without hesitation he strolled over to the cabinet and removed the binder, before returning to the table, and peering within…..
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 15:23:49.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: eh
Actually i haven't been playing....I've been sick as all fuck. I went to NYC a week ago for a concert, and since then i've been incredibly sick...I think someone gave me something  ..
I've been laying in bed, and can't sit at the computer for very long. If i get the strength I'll update. This goes for all my games. I AM starting to feel a little better today...or maybe it's because i just woke up and i'm still a little numb.
Posted on 2008-05-31 at 16:34:10.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Hahaha
It's almost too funny watching whats going on between Jetta and Tiaan.....Especially because of their motives.
Posted on 2008-05-26 at 15:14:10.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Yeah
I don't think we need him either.
Concerning the Update....As you full know, Al, Draven has shit for equipment. I don't know how I went without having magic weapons or armor, or even masterwork stuff, but that's got to change....i wish the castle wasn't out of the way because it's not Draven's personality to go out of his way a week when he already feels like hes pushing it....but as a player, I know hes ill suited.
Posted on 2008-05-25 at 00:35:37.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: fs
It's really up to you...At least Tann found a good In Game reason to disappear, so it's not like his character is still there.
Posted on 2008-05-24 at 15:12:49.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Al
All are posted for, except poor Vandervoort. I will get to him tomorrow morning .
Posted on 2008-05-24 at 02:06:15.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: Walmart
Walmart Supercenter,
103 N Caroline Street, Herkimer,
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:10pm
Ahh….Walmart. The shining crown on America’s consumer market. The door greeter, who fit perfectly into that stereotype of being old and senile, politely busted out his well practiced “welcome to walmart.” as each and every person passed through the detectors. He took pride in his work.
Tiann passed through, said hello, and promptly made his way for the vast clothing section that spanned the center of the store. Behind him strolled a fat man who took a sharp right into the produce section. Lord knew he would pass through it to the more american foods beyond.
Behind him swiftly rolled Jetta. Of course she was fully aware that she was breaking the rules with her roller blades on. But if those damn little kids could glide down the isles on their rollies….or whatever the hell they were called, then she could wear her blades until she got a pair of shoes! As she went, she spotted the man from the red car, standing before a tall, circular rack of womens dresses. The man was eyeing the rack pretty intensely, aside from the single quick glance he shot over his shoulder…
Melina strolled by the greeter and veered left into the dunkin donuts shop, to be engulfed by the smell of coffee and pastries. She was relieved to see only one costumer ahead of her. A shaky old man with a bent back and a dirty old John Deere hat on his head. Taking her place behind him, she waited patiently while he changed his mind 3 times, and paid with change he must have found beneath his couch. While she waited, she couldn’t help but catch the young ginger lad taking the mans order, glancing at her neckline…her low neckline. He glanced several times, and when she caught him, he blushed and finished the order.
Finally the old man had his black coffee and plain donut…probably the same damn thing he got every night. Melina was up. The adolescent attempted his most charming smile and squeaked
“May I help you?”
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This clearance rack of spring dressed would do nicely…if he couldn’t find anywhere else to hide. It would be somewhat uncomfortable of a wait, but hell, walmart should be closing soon. Leaving the rack, and the ladies softlines section behind, he continued his search. The furniture section proved to be a disappointment. All too bare. It was as if everyone in this village had suddenly decided to redecorate, and that Walmart couldn’t keep up.
Electronics lay beyond that. The place was disturbingly quiet. Not a single youngster attached to the overhead video game samples. This was certainly a cold day in hell….then he strolled by the shoes section, where only one person stood, gazing at sneakers. She was attractive..in that dark, rebel kind of way…and her rollerblades IN the store definitely gave her the rebel look. Not to mention the short, black plaid miniskirt.
Ah..there it was! Just beyond shoes was the lay-away section, and the bathrooms. One of the doors said “Family Restroom.”. What this meant, of course, was that it had a lock on the inside. If he was so sure he didn’t want to get a hotel for the night….this was the place to hide….or of course, the dress rack.
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Surprisingly, the only person who had tried to stop her with her skates was the door greeter. She had passed a couple, bored looking associates, but they just oggled her. Now she stood in the shoes department, trying to decide which type she needed, when a gleam caught her eye.
Glancing, she caught the bald head of the man from the parking lot. Nolonger did he gaze upon a rack of summer dresses. This time, his eyes were locked on the family restroom…
(Ok, sorry for such an unproductive post, but such is the beginning of such games. Make your decisions. Tiaan you have a couple choices. Jetta, so do you..because I don’t really know what you plan, but be sure that you actually pick out sneakers, or you’ll be stuck in skates  . Melina…deal with the boy..and make your order . I promise you’ll get your action soon enough.)
Posted on 2008-05-24 at 02:05:32.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: The Message Hits The Church
Christ Episcopal Church,
North Mainstreet, Herkimer,
Upstate New York
September 14th, Sunday, 10:00 pm
The sanctuary of the Christ Episcopal Church was silent, save for the dim murmur of voices from the Fellowship Hall beyond it. The pews of heavy, dark wood, were empty, and the pedestal at the front was lit with the soft, warm glow of the chandeliers overhead.
Father Bryson strolled in through the heavy front doors and through all this, his sanctuary, to the Fellowship Hall. The bright, fluorescent lighting and the white walls of the fellowship hall were a stark contrast to the softness of the sanctuary. So too were the loud voices of his congregation. Perhaps 50 people sat or stood, throughout the room, conversing about a variety of typicals that Bryson was entirely too familiar with. The weather, farmer’s economics (apparently things haven’t been going well this year. Not enough rain, for one thing, so grain is expensive, and while the price of milk goes up, they continue to feel as if they aren’t getting their share of the pay), women discuss how their children are doing in school, and a group of children sit to the right of the hallway, discussing Harry Potter. If only their parents could here them…
In the far side of the room, standing beside the donut laden refreshment table, stood Alan Moore, deep in conversation with two men that Bryson knew to be Scott and Robert Benton. Brothers, who both happened to work for the same construction company. Their tanned faces were furrowed with concern.
They looked up as Father Bryson approached, and Alan Moore opened his mouth to say something, when the harsh crackling of a police scanner, sitting on the table in the center of the room before it’s owner, Jay McConner (who Bryson and most other people at the church know, works as a volunteer fireman, and so he carries the radio). The place suddenly drew very quiet as the message droned on..
“This is HCOB announcement for the Herkimer, Mohawk Valley. The Herkimer, Mohawk Valley has been placed under Severe Environmental Hazard Watch for the evening of September the fourteenth. All business are instructed to be closed by 10:30 PM, and an 11:00 curfew is being implemented on the residents of the Herkimer, Mohawk, Ilion, and Frankfort villages. Residents are asked to avoid contact with any and all unfamiliar animals, and to keep pets inside. Residents are also asked to avoid contact with strangers. If you have been bitten by an animal, or attacked by a person in the past 24 hours, seek medical attention immediately at the Faxton, Healthcare Facility on 201, East State Street. All emergency services will be fully functioning throughout the night.”
The message ended but the silence was deafening (good song, Silence is Deafening..you have no idea how many song titles I’ve snuck into my posts for this game). It felt to Bryson as if the entire church was waiting for his word..
Posted on 2008-05-24 at 01:30:21.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: eh
He stood in the center of the room for long moments, staring at it’s ruins, and entirely unsure what to do. He didn’t know what was up with the strange time unit, or all the cards. Infact he wasn’t sure what it was at all. To him it didn’t even matter.
Suddenly a strange soft music drew his attention. Cocking his head and raising an eyebrow he glanced around the room and back through the hallway he had just traversed. It sounded like a flue…but he couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It was as if the music was coming from all over at once.
Glancing over the room once more, he determined there was nothing here that was of use to him. Without thinking he starts for the unmarked door beside the unit, and pushes it open….
Posted on 2008-05-24 at 01:02:53.
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Topic: Age Of Friggen Conan!
Subject: Awsome!
FYI, i will be forming a Norse themed guild (only Cimmerians and pale Aquilonians), if your interested in helping .
Posted on 2008-05-23 at 19:16:40.
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