Recording one:My name is lieutenant Diane Mcgunnery, and due to a new policy from Small Horse Healthcare, I am forced to keep a record while we attempt to counter-attack the undead menace. I must gather up any intel I can find, save as many survivors as possible and attempt to capture the leader and accomplices alive. Currently, I am still on the way to the battlefield, and to be frank, I don't believe these reports about the different zombies. Brutes with muscles larger then their skin allows? Sentient undead children? Projectile vomit that functions like acid? All of this seems wild. And my collage degree says that all of it it impossible. Still, I get paid for this...Recording two:Boy, don't I feel like a fool. As it turns out, all of those reports are true. The spitting things are rare, but the brutes most certainly exist. They can take up quite some gunfire, too. Fortunately, they go down when their head pops like everything else. Currently, we are on the move and-Please stop talking when we're *huff* running... I'm tired enough as is!That's your problem, private, don't interrupt me! Anyways, we are still on the move, utilizing our main advantage against these hordes. Speed. holding your ground may seem effective, but once they get overrun, the loss of life isn't really worth it, running and shooting both kills and allows us to - shit!A loud roar, and gunfire follows. After the tape falls quiet again, the luitenant sounds more annoyed if anything.
Private Redfield didn't get the memo on running and shooting at the same time. Dumbass...
Fall back to the mansion over there!Recording threeHello, Small Horse Healthcare. Good to see you got a little faster with reacting. Sadly, they picked the wrong place to bunker down. I tore them apart, just like you tore me apart inside. I'll do you a favor, as much as it makes me gag, and still give you your precious "intel". I am currently walking through a conquered town, and see your little army crushed. The reports about the zombies are just as you think, and worse. The leader is smart, and lucky. And I am breaking free of your indoctrination, you bitch. Even if it is slow. I'll be sending this back with a survivor. You'll find his arm taped to his back.You, meanwhile, managed to level up, and took over the town. You have a pretty fukkin' huge horde now, but there is the trouble of many survivors remaining.
The amount of zombies you have causes you to not give a rat's ass about it though. Your main issue is commanding these chumps.
Level up, wooptiedoo
Perks:
Release the Beast: Turn into a badass mutant whenever you rage, increasing your attack power and resistance to harm majorly.
Claws: Self-explanitory
Increased general muscle-mass: again, self-explanitory.
Bone armor: Makes your bones function as armor, but removes all credibility with looking human.
Twitchy: You gain the ability to move very fast, but you can't really control the direction when doing so.
magic resistance: what do you think?
Horde perks
Faster: Everthing is faster, meaning the shambling hordes are now at brisk walking pace instead.
Horde tactics: Your hordes do strategies such as surrounding them or blocking off exits automatically, now.
Claws: Everything gains shard little claws, except for brutes, who basically gain organic knuckle-dusters, and Banshees, who already have claws.
Health:Fine.
Energy: tuckered out
Armor: Bulletproof vest, strong pants, good stompin' boots, Helmet.
Hunger: Very well fed.
Durability level: 2,.
Inventory:28 worms(dead).Smith & Wesson Model 500 (loaded), 8 .50 caliber bullets, 3 ammo boxes of .50 cal ammo. MP5SFA3, 2 clips.
Gun experience: Can hit stuff.
Safe-house security: Existent
Rage:Ready.
Horde.
A LOT of normals, A bunch of Spitters ,15 armored , An amount actors, a large amount anklebiters.,Snowflake, One Banshee, Blood-wing(outside, somewhere), one crawler, one dog, one brutish bear.
Closest Friend: Diane
Friend:Bennie(missing!)
Caretaker: "Theresa's Whisper"
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