Well, I seem to have the devil's own cold right now, so this will affect the update schedule (look on the earlier post for more). I also added some more rules. Notably, I highly recommend that you don't read other people's turns. Lends some fun suprisingness to the game when you don't know where the other eight people are. Here is turn 0.
TURN ZERO: BEEN AWHILE HASN'T IT?User: Archangel
Player: Zedekiah Stone
Location: Apartment somewhere in Tile R
Wounds: Headache
Hunger: A bit
Thirst: Dry throat
Mental State: WTF mate?!
Armor: Plainclothes (T shirt and Cargo pants)
Shoes: Black Combat Boots
Weapon: None
Pockets:
Empty
Items in apartment:
Unknown.
Stone picked himself somewhat painfully off of the floor. What the fuck had happened? He heard banging and moaning coming from his locked front door. Had he blacked out for some reason? Rubbing a large bump on his forehead, Zedekiah got slowly to his feet. Other than a sore head, he was kind of thirsty. How long had he been out? The moaning and banging on his door continued. It was a pretty strong door, right?
User: Flintus10
Name: Har-El Rozen
Location: First floor apartment somewhere in R
Wounds: Headache
Hunger: A bit
Thirst: Dry throat
Mental State: WTF Mate?!
Armor: Plainclothes (Khaki pants and polo shirt)
Shoes: Tennis Shoes
Weapon: Small fixed blade knife (3 inch blade)
Pockets:
Cell phone (unknown status)
Wallet
Bunch of change
Items in Base: Unknown
Har-El Rozen was woken straight away with the yell. Somewhere relatively close by, (sounding like it was above him), someone was screaming. It sounded like a girl in mortal terror. What had happened? His hand slipped to his small knife, drawing some comfort from the full metal tang. He was lying on the floor of his apartment. Had he blocked out?
The Israeli got to his feet and shook his head to clear the cobwebs out. What was going on?
User: Humaan
Player: Aaron
Location: 3rd floor Office in 9
Health: Fine
Hunger: A bit
Thirst: Somewhat
Mental State: WTF mate?!
Armor: Suit (Dress pants, white button down shirt, green tie)
Shoes: Dress shoes
Weapon: Dessert Eagle
Loaded: 8/7 (.5)
Reserve: 7/7 (.5)
Pockets:
Wallet
Items in office:
Laptop (on desk)
Wireless internet thingy (plugged into laptop)
Laptop cord (on desk)
Suit coat
Aaron lifted his head off of his desk. Had he fallen asleep again? He remembered that he had been working late on a program for air traffic control computers. He sat up. The power seemed to be out. That was strange. It was dead silent as well, which was very strange. There was noise in the building all day, then the janitors played rock at night. Something didn’t feel right. Aaron took stock of the situation. He pulled his Eagle from the desk and checked to make sure that a round was chambered. He put the spare clip in his pocket. His office looked normal, if dark. His laptop sat on the desk in front of him, screen off. The cord and internet receiver were both plugged in, but he could see that the light on the cord was off. His suit coat was draped on the back of his chair . . .
User: Kagus (What's the point of this, exactly? You can clearly see who we are...)
Player: Owen Roberts
Location Apartment somewhere in R.
Health: Fine
Hunger: A bit
Thirst: Somewhat
Mental State: WTF mate?!
Armor: Plainclothes (Stained sweatpants and a t-shirt)
Shoes: None
Weapon: Glock 17c
Loaded: 18/17 (9 mm)
Reserve: 17/17
Pockets: Empty
Items in Base:
Unknown
Owen heard the scream, loud and clear. Before, it seemed, he was even awake, his gun was in his hand. What the fuck? Somewhere, sounding like it was only a few floors above him, a girl was screaming. He was sitting on his coach, and the second clip for his Glock was on the coffee table. He shoved it into his pocket and stood up.
User: Little
Player: Rachel Larson
Location: Barricaded Apartment in B
Health: Fine
Hungry: Nope.
Thirsty: Nope
Mental State: Little worn
Armor: Plainclothes (khaki pants, t-shirt, hoodie)
Shoes: Tennis Shoes
Weapon: .22 Long Rifle
Loaded: 7/7 internal
Reserve: 43 rounds, loose
Pockets:
43 rounds, .22
Items in apartment bedroom:
Various clothes
Microwave
Dishes
Supply of canned food
Cell phone (plugged in)
Allies:
Father
Armed with makeshift club
Sleeping
Boyfriend
Armed with switchblade (3 inch blade)
Rachel was worried. She had watched the city go to hell. At the order for citizens to keep inside their homes herself, her boyfriend, and her father had holed up in the apartment. Through the windows they watched a few people shamble on the streets below. Her boyfriend took up his old argument. He angrily demanded that he should be the one to carry the rifle, but Rachel wasn’t so sure. He was even getting to the point of raising his voice . . .
User: Luke Prowler
Player: Luke Prowler
Location: Apartment somewhere in R
Wounds: Healthy
Hunger: A bit
Thirsty: Somewhat
Mental State: WTF mate!?
Inventory
Armor: Black sneaking clothes.
Shoes: Black cross trainers.
Weapon: Large dagger (6 inch blade)
Special: NVG’s (around neck)
Pockets:
One set of lock picks
One multi-tool
One ballisong (five inch blade)
One pocket knife (2 inch blade)
Small mag-light
Slung around shoulder:
Painting tube (with rope tied around the ends)
*Painting
Pile in kitchen:
Grappling gun
Small first aid kit
1 case with 24 bottles of water.
14 cans of food
Assorted fridge items
1 coil of rope
2 sets of civilian clothes (black jeans, t-shirts, hooded sweatshirts)
Luke woke up to a high pitched scream. What the fuck? A girl was screaming close by. Why was he laying on the floor? Luke slowly got to his feet, rubbing a goose egg on his forehead. Judging by his sore throat, he must of blacked out for some reason. He had just been getting his kit together to get the painting out of the city. The their regarded his greatest haul ever fondly. He had rigged up a sling for it by tying some rope to each end of the tube. The screaming, he noticed, continued unabated.
User: Mission
Player: Mission
Location: Boarded up house in 1
Healthy: Fine
Hungry: Nope
Thirsty: A bit
Mental State: Kinda tired.
Armor: ACU uniform (jacket, undershirt, pants)
Shoes: ACU boots
Weapon: M1911 pistol
Loaded: 8/7
Reserve: 7/7 clip
Pockets:
Zippo Lighter
Pocket Knife
Wallet
Cell phone (off, 50% charge)
In base:
Supply of canned food
Supply of blankets
Space heater (x2)
Various other objects
Allies:
Father (aged 55)
12 gauge shotgun (shooting 4 bird)
2 +1 rounds loaded
37 rounds in pocket
Hunter’s camouflage
Mother (aged 54)
Work clothes
Sister (aged 16)
Plainclothes
Mission and his father paced around the house. They had fortified the house when the TV stations broadcasted the warning, and watched in horror as the issue became apparent. Zombies. Fucking zombies. They continued to watch the news on the one channel that still broadcasted. The newscasters there were barricaded up and fighting the hordes. The heat had gone out in the house disagreeably early. Mission’s dad had tried to fix the oil heater, but apparently a valve had broken. The females huddled in the main bedroom with space heaters. It was annoyingly brisk outside, under freezing at 0600. Mission once again considered the idea of getting to the airbase. It wasn’t more than a mile and a half away . . .
User: RAM (and anyone else, if they want to play)
Player: Mary Sue
Location: Driveway of her house in B
Health: Fine, if somewhat cold.
Hungry: Nope
Thirsty: A bit
Mental State: Okayish?
Armor: Plainclothes (bloodsoaked dress)
Shoes: None
Weapon: Bloodied chef’s knife
Handbag:
Keys
Cash
Coins
Various other stuff.
Items in Base:
Unknown
Items in driveway:
White Ford Explorer
Mary had walked from the bomb shelter where her family was patiently waiting for her back to her spotless house. She hadn’t seen anyone around. It was quite a cool morning, and deadly silent. Her Ford Explorer sat in the driveway where she had left it.
User: Sofia
Name: Sofia
Location: Abandoned Warehouse in 3
Health: Fine, if stiff
Hungry: A bit
Thirsty: Somewhat
Mental State: WTF mate?!
Armor: Leather jacket
Tight jeans
Shoes: Boots
Weapon: Spiked gloves
Pockets:
5 inch butterfly knife
Lock picks
In base (rat’s nest in abandoned warehouse)
Berretta 9mm
3 magazines for the Berretta 9mm (3 x 17/17)
Sleeping bag (unrolled)
2 gallons of water
5 cans of food
1 bottle Smirnoff Vodka (70%)
1 bottle Fetzer Chardonnay (100%)
1 bottle Jack Daniels (65%)
Sofia slowly woke up from her rest. She must have been sleeping pretty hard. Out of long habit, she checked over her little rat’s nest of possessions. Everything seemed to be in order. Then, shattering the silence, she thought she heard a low moan . . .
When making your turn, start by having a spoilered and update character sheet (there won't be any changes from the ones I've posted this turn), then have a separate spoiler with your character's turn. Feel free to have as much or as little information as you want. Turns will encompass about one hour right now. Get those actions in! I'm going to update the early posts now.
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Topic: It's been a while since our last little . . . zombie apocalypse. (Read 13977 times)