Zombie Survivor Discussion

So anyway, playing Survival Crisis Z has sparked me to put forth an idea I've been playing with for some time. That is: roleplay a group of survivors in a post-zombie-apocalypse city. We'd loot buildings, establish a fortress, and kill zombies. Anyone interested?

 

YES!!! God help me, yes!!!

 

Yes!! of course!!

 

Sounds great!

 

I'm in! I'm in so much I want to puke!

 

Awesome!! heck yah

 

Well geez I started it about two hours ago. Do you guys want me to change the title?
EDIT: Title changed, it is now called Quietus.
Quietus; noun
Removal from activity; rest; death.

 

What was it originally called Gross?

 

Gross what?

 

Well it seems that I must make an character too , so here we go


Name: No one knows , he is know as Konfekt Boska
Stuff that he owns: A pack of chocholate and a AK-74
Weakness: He is very slow , but of course , his trusty AK will take care of things of someone gets too close.

 

Name: Matt Scott Baker

Age: 26

Inventory: Colt .45 Single Action Army w/ bullets, an old map, a normal swiss army knife, $30, a pack of cigarretes and a Coke.

His parents both died to cancer when he was eight and til then, he was living on the streets of a rural town at the age of 14 and begged for money and food until he had enough money to buy a revolver the most treasured of his possesions when he was 17. Two months later Matt was then got just enough money to get some shooting lessons. As fate had it, Matt was a remarkably good shot and started hunting deer and bear at the age of 21 for money to support him. Finally in his life he had more than enough money to do average things, and going to a university was the average thing for a 22 year old to do. So, he went to college got addicted to smoking and bought a large, light blue, used, scrached up, but cheap Chevy. 24 years old, he just got out of college and was traveling across the country for a job and continued doing that for two more years, repeatedly getting fired for his lack of ability to listen to the manager(s). At the age of 26, his Chevy was used to going haywire now and then. But at the perfect place, his blue pickup finally died...

Matt is proficient with many handguns and just average with rifles. He loves CocaCola and spends a whole lot of money on the carbonated beverage. He wears a blue jacket and has nicely combed brown hair. He has a very light beard and spectacles (glasses for those of you who don't know) on his nose. His body was just about better than average, not too fat and not too skinny, he is more muscular but not PUMPED muscular.

 

:lol:
I called it Zombie Survivor, and noone posted in it for two hours, while several of you were active, so I called it Quietus.


My character...

Max Howard.
(I've always wanted to kill zombies in real life, so I gave the guy my first two real names)
Age- 20
Height- 6'2"
Weight- 221 pounds
Hair- Blond, with a red goatee
Other features- "honest looking" blue eyes, pink scar over a nose that was previously broken, strong features, cleft chin.

Howie, as he likes to be called, was living by himself when all the shit hit the fan. He was reasonably accurate with a rifle, but only increased in skill when the horde of undead started washing over the country.
He ran track in highschool, and played rugby on a local sponsored team, so he had a large frame and athletic build. He was also reasonably skilled with computers, and was capable of running complicated math in his head, so long as he had He had a dog and cat with him, but his dog was attacked by three dead dogs on his last walk. Howie destroyed (DESTROYED) the other dogs, and brought his best friend home, and buried him.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the last time Howie saw Travis. The cat ran outside two days later and was immediately devoured by a smelly, bloody mess of bone and muscle. Travis was back, but not for long. The Mosin Nagant infantry rifle came in handy, and so did the ammo he bought at the gun show.
It was that night that he saw on the news how a police officer that was bitten by a hobo about four days ago had apparently died, but quickly got back up and tore a coroner to pieces in the morgue.
Both exctatically and sadly, Howie knew his time had come. He had always wanted to kill zombies in real life (too bad that his first "kill" was a best friend of six years). He had to etablish a stronghold, contact his family, and ride out the storm.
Two months later, and his family is either missing or one of the undead, and some of his friends have grouped together in the west in one of their houses (one of them has a copious amount of working guns). His need to get out of town, and the possiblity of transportation, has made his need to meet them there that much more accessible.

 

So , who's gonna start?

 

No one. I told you. There won't be a zombie RP. Ever.

 

But but...we've maked characters and everything?

 

I'm defenitly in if it going to be.