Zombie Survival Roleplay

[crazyMLC]

Basically, you're an average person, who gets caught up in a zombie invasion, that a jerk unwittingly caused when he rose from the dead. Maybe you become a zombie. Maybe you fight back. Anyway, you just try and get by. If you become a zombie, do not despair, there is a cure.
I'm pretty sure you know what to do by now, so lets get started.

CMLC Woke one day to a Zombie face. It Let out a low, uneven moan and reached for CMLC's exposed forehead, But CMLC wouldn't allow that. so he screamed and hit the zombies arm with his own and starts thrashing helplessly. "Hey, cool it." says the zombie. "What?" CMLC says.
The zombie reached for his neck and started to peel his face off! "AHHHHH!!!!!... oh... its just you, Tom." CMLC says, then kicks Tom out the open window for no real reason. CMLC looks down though the open window to see Tom on the floor, unconscious and twitching, and surrounded by REAL zombies. CMLC stares in blatant horror as Tom gets dissected by the zombies, and laughs as they fight over Tom's brain, playing tug of war basically. Then he hears the doorbell and a Moan. "Crud." CMLC says.

CMLC gets his Radio and starts playing "Jerk It Out", and gets to work. he first closes and/or locks all window and doors. then he starts barricading all openings, even vents!
CMLC turns off Jerk It Out, and then he has a meeting. with himself. from the future. in shorts. "you must feel the force, young one." Turns out Yoda is also there.... "the garage is the safest place in the house... or is it outside?" says future Dwight, i mean future CMLC in shorts. "Outside, sadly." CMLC says. Then he wakes up. he can hear more moaning, probably because of the smell of Tom! DARN YOU TOM!!!!!

To Be Continued
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[bmfy.]

Heh, that's cool.

Is it just a story, or is there a game involved?

Because if there's a game in it I don't get it.

[Vercci]

its role-play.

Something like, Introduce you're character and what he/she/it does :p. then go into what happens in the story with him, maybe two people meet up and work it out in a team, over time it can progress and hopefully it will be resolved in the end. ( basically its continue the story and chose you're own adventure except no random " ZOMG a comet transforms into a puppy and everyone has a hamburger, EVEN THE VEGETARIANS!! " remarks )

Ok...

Vercci was, in his own eyes " A Zombie Exterminator ". He spent the better part of his life researching Zombies and their DNA Structure, Behaviours, Mutations, Re-Animation and more. He foresaw a outbreak happening soon and tried to warn everyone. Alas he was made the laughing stock of Barrington ( will edit if anyone else uses a better name for the city ) and lost his reputation, His friends thought he was insane, His family left him, And all of what was left of his dignity....all gone.

3 months after that event The outbreak had started with a flaw in Barrington's DNA testing facilities, letting chemicals, DNA and viruses mix and incubate and mutate into what would become the worst thing to strike the human population since the black plague. What was once a busy but safe place became a classic horror movie scene. Vercci just finished packing to deal with the zombies when he heard someone step into his apartment. Clutching his gunblade ( I loved this weapon from final fantasy ) he edged his way to the hallway when he saw a zombie stumble around the corridor. Vercci sliced the zombies head clean off and rushed to close the door when he saw the rest of the zombies filling up the hallway. Alway a quick thinker he moved a cabinet from his apartment and jammed it in the corridor to slow the zombies. Then he packed the rest of his stuff and put his apartment on lockdown to stop anyone else getting in after throwing the zombie from earlier out the window. Vercci left the window and finalised the shutdown with the windows being sealed behind 10 inches of reinforced steel and titanium. Using a zip-line he made Vercci made it to street level and went into his car. He drove away as a grenade he stuffed into the cabinet exploded.

To be continued


crazyMLC Is fan-art allowed?

[JailBird]

I'm in.

James, a just-graduated student walks towards the park bench of his university campus. He has worn a smile like never before for the whole of the day, impressed with his new qualifications. For the third time today, he checks out the girl he has had an eye on for the last month... Something seemed different to her. She looked tired, discoloured. As he was walking towards her, he shouted her name, but as her head turned James instantly knew something was wrong. He ran up to comfort her, with a pat on the shoulder. As he reached for her, her teeth bore in his direction, blood stained. James had saw it coming, a fan of the zombie "cult", and he knew it was his way to die. But could he kill the girl he wanted to be with forever? Before he could consider it, a sound, as loud as a gunshot fired through the air, and burst Annas brains onto the floor and Jame's shoes.

The next few days were hectic for James. Every channel had coverage of the outbreak at cambridge university, how a "mutation" had started spreading. James hated the way they would call it a "mutation". Why not just call them Zombies? Images of zombies stumbling towards news reporters were on every channel. Some called that day the "rising of the devil himself"

Hmm.. This has made me think, I started writing then realised that it could have potential for a short story(possibly 5~ pages long? Hmm.).

Still, count me in.

[Nicro]

Bucket Jones, a farmer living off of deer and cattle he killed with his hobo knife, suddenly saw a fast zombie screaming toward him, shrieking the call of all fast-moving scary things,
"OORAAAAAUU"
Bucket Jones gasped and reached for his boomstick, firing randomly at the flailing, leaping mass of claws, teeth and loose intestines. The muck of it's innards spewed all over Bucket.
"god damn," he said to himself. "fucking fast zombies, screaming everywhere."

[stupiddumdum]

Stupiddumdum, Unaware of the terrifying zombie invasion, played world of warcraft as a level 999999999 dwarf when suddenly a zombie army broke into his house.They inspected him and it turned out that he had so little life it was in negatives and was less life than the zombies have so they ran away. Then there was a power cut and he took his own life.

[Vercci]

Damn I forgot about that fan art ( even though it would of been crap Sorry EF )

Anyway Since im bored, And since i can see great potential for the thread ( especially since the cause is pretty quiet as of late 'cept the occasional doses of Mat^ :D )

Vercci could only drive a few blocks before he saw a horde of zombies in the far distance. Now bear in mind that this is a custom-modified vehicle that Vercci made himself and of course would be armoured and armed. He decided to use a long blade that stretched across the front of the car to plow through the zombies. Just after it was in position, the zombies started to lose their legs and then blow over the top of the car. After slicing though the zombies, he reached a small shack in a district that hasn't been visited for a long time, buildings cracking around him, piles of rubble crumbling underfoot. He stammered out of the car. No sooner had he set the security on the car, a zombie tried to grab him. of course this was a zombie that grabbed the back of the car as it tumbled under the car, the tread marks on what was left of the zombies skin blackened, legs oozing the last of the zombies blood out onto the concrete. With a firm grip, Vercci threw the zombie onto the car where it lay untill it was vaporized as great amounts of electricity passed through the now paralyzed zombie setting him on fire. As he let the zombie burn, He stumbled toward the door of this shack with a shovel. With sweat dripping from his forehead he opened the door using a key he kept on a chain around his neck along with many other things. as the door swung open hot musty air tumbled out showing that this place hasn't been visited for a very long time. As he turned the power on, the room started to light up. Computers turned on, Generators roared to life, and the room started to light up. Vercci made this safehouse about 3 years earlier when he thought something bad was going to happen....He used this place regularly after he finished building it for about a year. After that he just closed it down but knew he would have to return one day. He went into some concealed storage areas and went to a hidden safe. He opened it and took out a box that was nearly twice the size of a suitcase. He also took a gun that he made himself and placed it on his belt. after locking it, Vercci left the safehouse and headed to his car. Using his shovel, he pryed the 4 zombies that were on the car after being attracted to the burning meat. Turning the security off, He went back into the car and drove off...........

To be continued :)

[Cactusman]

Meanwhile, in a house not too far away from where the outbreak started, five people were huddled around a fire. Silent except for the occasional sob and the bang-bang of rotten flesh on glass. As they were sat, the glass smashed and a rotten hand reached through the window. It was easily recognised as Nicro's. The smash had apparently notified other zombies of fresh meat in a buliding, because the shuffling gradually got louder, whilst everyone was in despair, awaiting their inevitable messy demise, Cactusman heard a faint sound of hope. A car engine, quickly followed by the strangely satisfying sound of metal-through-torso. As a zombie head flew through the already broken window, a heavily armored car pulled up outside. This car could only belong to one person. Vercci...

To be continued...

[stupiddumdum]

My character is now a zombie after dying and zombified...
I travel house to house to feast on the guts of the living. I finally end up to a house with a broken window. Parked outside is an armoured car with the reg: V3RCC1. I jump through the window and smell fresh meat. I go upstairs and see vercci and cactusman having sex two zombie hunters and then I blacked out...

I wake up in a sinister lab and my hand, my arm, my body. I am alive! My heart is beating, I remember my life. Teamed up with vercci and cactusman we will cure the zombies and find out the cause!!!!!

[doctor_fruitbat]

Dr Fruitbat wakes up surrounded by rubble. What the hell was I doing last... month? God almighty! How long was I out of it? The doctor stands up shakily, brushing pieces of dust and his assistant's blood off his lab coat. It's not coming off... Oh well, that's what dry cleaners are for. Wonder if any of the lab equipment survived. Damn. Still, at least I have my health. Wait, what's this in my ear? It's my assistant's finger. Fantastic! I wonder where the rest of him went; I never did have enough samples... Hearing an unearthly moan nearby, the doctor picks up his mug, fishes out another finger and goes to get coffee. Hell, you can't start a day full of ethereal moaning without a good caffeine buzz.

[stupiddumdum]

Me, vercci and cactusman meet with all survivors by using a mind control device and sending the location to those who weren't braindead. We meet at the abandoned wepon production facility. While there wee meet a strange woman man named doctor fruitbat. He was a friend of mine from the days where he stole pie from me. He went on and became an unpaid lab inturn who did all of the work and got no credit for it. His boss was an unskilled neurosuergeon who recently discovered the formulae for bringing people back from the dead. Shortly after he discovered it the outbreak of zombies began. I suspect doctor fruitbat has something to it...

[Vercci]

:D

( I have to ignore stupiddumdum's posts because

1. He's been banned, if i did work with him on the role-play it would die as he cannot contribute
2. I dont like how all of a sudden stupiddumdum knew of a abandoned weapons factory without putting some effort into it and then forcing people into it....I'd rather give them a chance to come in Just incase they don't want to.

Ok I'l try to fill the gaps between the latest posts

Vercci arrived at a small house on the outskirts of the city. After hitting a zombie, sending it through the window he got out of his car. About a month before the outbreak, Vercci was lying on the ground battered and bruised with no memory of who or what did this to him. Staggering about he passed out in front of this house. After waking up, he saw some people taking care of his wounds. He said I need to take a huge dump ( joking :p ) does anyone know what happened? This question was met with silence. after a few days of being crippled, Vercci decided to find out a few things about the people who took care of him. After a few questions, All he could find out is one of them was named Cactusman and he brought him inside. Vercci told him that he owed a life debt to Cactusman and one day he would pay him back. As Vercci left the building, one of the others gave him a piece of paper with something written on it. After reading this Vercci ran back to his apartment. Now Vercci was able to repay this debt after seeing a hoarde of zombies outside the house. Deciding to have some fun, he just shot at the zombies while driving the car at the same time. As he parked outside, He noticed a zombified Nicro outside. He took the special gun he made himself and shot Nicro in the back of the neck. As Nicro slumped to the ground, The syringe that was in that shot injected a blue liquid into him making him have a small fit. Vercci walked back into the house and gave Cactusman a High-Powered Pistol. After treating a few of their wounds, Vercci asked them for a small black package that Cactusman stored away when he had that accident. After Cactusman gave the package back, Vercci said that pistol has 100 bullets in each clip but the pistol is a bit heavy. He also gave Cactusman a machine gun and a few clips for both weapons. Vercci told them he will return to help a bit more but right now there is something that needs to be done to stop these zombies. Heading off into the distance, Vercci felt a burden being lifted off him as he drove away. The small package was wearing at the corners revealing a silver casing for something......

To be Continued :)

( And I can't wait....Just so i can see for myself what is happening :D )

[doctor_fruitbat]

Dr Fruitbat frowns. Why doesn't the coffee machine work? :mad: He picks it up and hurls it across the room. Take that technology! As the door behind him bursts open, Dr Fruitbat turns angrily with a shout of "oh for fuck's sake, WHAT!?".

The zombie seems unperturbed and continues in its lurching amble across the break room floor. The doctor sighs; these things again? Every day a damned hallucination. Maybe I need that holiday. Then again, I did book one, but that turned out to be a dream as well. My last girlfriend too. Still, better take care of this. Calmly and methodically, the doctor picks up a chair, weighs it thoughtfully, turns and wangs the zombie's head across the room. It hits the coffee machine, which gives a half-hearted cough and spits out a thin trickle of coffee. The doctor narrows his eyes as he sucks slowly on a post-hallucination cigarette. Right then; time to find someone to whale on. Hefting his office chair, Dr Fruitbat kicks open the door and strides out in search of Starbucks and chops to bust.

[Cactusman]

Travelling with Vercci and my uber arsenal, we ran after hearing a sinister growl, then, after getting lost and seeing a horde of approaching zombies on the horizon, we took sanctuary in a nearby warehouse, though it was deathly silent, we did suspect that something sinister was going on underneath the warehouse. Taking an elevator to the boiler room, we couldn't see anything suspicious, I turned to find the elevator was travelling further down. I started to think that I had found where the zombies are coming from...

[doctor_fruitbat]

The doctor breathes a sigh of relief, as the horrible limbo of the dying thread begins to trickle away at last. I've been standing there hefting an office chair for over a month, damnit. The doctor sits and takes a breather, contemplating the cheese in the fridge, now so hairy it lives on the downs of Yorkshire, running free with its brethren of sheep. But hope is not lost...

...There's an asian cornershop just down the road.

[Cactusman]

Little did the doctor know, the asian cornershop was a cover-up for the secret experimentation facility hidden deep underground. Meanwhile, as Cactusman and Vercci began to ponder how far down the elevator went, a second elevator arrived, when the doors opened, the carpet was soaked in blood, but we got in nevertheless, we pressed the button to go to floor B12, the light flashed on for floor B7 when a body of some sort hit the roof, we could tell it wasn't a zombie by the noise it made, it was a high pitched shriek, I aimed my High Powered Pistol throught the roof and shot twice, I small trickle of blood fell though a pea-sized hole, make a small puddle on the floor, which soon devolped into a torrent, about to drown us alive...

[Mister Qwerty]

Mister Qwerty, being the evil genius he is, watched Cactusman and Vercci being drowned alive on a security camera, only he knew what it was, and chuckled to himself at the thought of the fact that he'd constructed an army of the undead, and that these two were the only two people left to stop him and they were being drowned in pig's blood!

He then looked back at the screen only to find the elevator doors open and no sign of Cactusman and Vercci...

[Fissh]

the elevator seemed empty, its doors rolled open with a clunk which echoed through the small camera room. The was only the buzz of the monitors as Qwerty slowly picked up his pistol and carefully edged towards the open doors. Suddenly there was a thud, Qwerty aimed his pistol into the empty lift, his hands shaking slightly as another thud resounded through the room. Suddenly there was an almighty crash and a body fell from the roof of the elevator to the floor with a clang. Qwerty aimed at the lump and squeezed the trigger
"damn" said the body as it picked itself up. Qwerty took a step back.
the body became more visible, it was a human, dressed in a flak jacket and military colours. He rubbed his head and looked around
"well I guess this aint Kansas anymore" he said with a smirk

[Hydralisk]

I am horribly confused as to where eveyone is atm, thanks to certain posts of the cheese variety. However, I will start a storyline of my own.

The skies looked gray, and rain seemed likely. However, this did not concern me too much as I had bigger fish to fry. I had woken up an hour ago, ate a full english fry-up, had some beer, and attempted to turn on the TV. For some bizzare reason, playboy BBC News 24 was off-air. Blinking briefly, I flicked through the channels until I reached BBC 1, where an emergency broadcast was currently underway. "whit the...?" I thought to myself, "is there a hurricane inbound or something?". Being quite the Hydrophobe, I did not like the prospect of being washed away. Fortunetly, I lived on a somewhat steep-sloped hill, and I always had a Months' worth of Water and food in addition to my usual shopping. Which at the current moment consisted of several types of alcoholic beverages and a few eggs and cold sausages. Better head to Town, see if I can't get any usual information. Or food, for that matter.

Getting my carkeys, I suddenly hear a moan outside. I am immedietly on alert. Grabbing my Jacket, I sprint upstairs and back into my room. Reaching under the bed, I pull out my hunting gear: An old but reliable Dragoonov Sniper rifle and a Desert Eagle; .65 Caliber, custom made at a hefty price. Suddenly, I hear my old wooden back-door come crashing down, and a bear-trap go off in the distance. Slinging my Rifle strap onto my back, and holding my Eagle out in from, I flick the safety off and I cautiously head downstairs.

It had half it's arm missing, several bullet wounds on its torso and even some burn marks on it. But it defenitely was human at some stage. Without hesitating I open fire on it, the first ear-numbing round drilling a hole in the undead heart, and the second bullet pulverising the brain. It falls on my floor, twitches once and then doesn't move.

Running to my back door, I am greeted by a horrific sight. Dozens of the undead are ambling toward me, slow but determined for their next meal. I decide promptly to stage-exit left, towards the direction of my garage. Inside, I turn on the lights and scan around briefly. I grab two full Galleon Tanks of fuel and dump it in the back of my Dune buggy. I get inside and put the keys in the ignition....

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty aimed his gun at the stranger and demanded he tell him his name. 'Fissh,' he replied, still rubbing his head, the conversation was cut short by a noise in the labs, we ran and opened the door, Vercci was firing at a monster feasting on what appeared to be the grossly distorted corpse of Cactusman, it looked just like an ordinary human, but when it turned around after hearing my gasp, it had a thin streak of blood like a cut mark running down it's head, torso and stomach, I fired at it, but to no avail.

The trickle of blood increased, and the sound was sickening, like a ribcage being forcefully ripped apart, which is what was happening to the monster, it opened up revealing body organs and a mass of waving tentacles, I walked back, shooting bullet after bullet into it. I quickly ran out of ammo and I pulled a samurai sword from a display on the wall just as it outstretched it's tentacles and grabbed Fissh...

[Vercci]

Nice job...since cactusman's been permabanned...

Vercci notices Qwerty and sees the keycard that he posesses, Vercci then grabs what was left of cactusman and throws it onto Mister Qwerty and runs off into the shadows.....After Vercci leaves, Qwerty notices that there was a high explosive grenade lying on the ground.....Missing a pin

[Mister Qwerty]

Cursing the bastard Vercci, Qwerty dusts himself off and can only think of revenge against him, so he throws a gun to Fissh and chases Vercci through the maze that is QWERTY LABS. Vercci was at an immediate disadvantage, because he's never been here before, and Qwerty could use his uplink to the security system to find out where he was, because Karoo is a bastard to load up,* it took at least five minutes to successfully track him down, Vercci was trapped in a corner, unable to run anywhere, as he was paralysed after the creature which had Fissh had touched him...'Oh bollocks! Fissh!' thought Qwerty, and because Vercci wasn't going anywhere, decided to check on him.

The camera down the corridor where Fissh was had been destroyed, so Qwerty patched in to the next camera, this one was still functioning, and he was horrified by what he saw...

[doctor_fruitbat]

"Look, I was only making polite conversation. If you're going to be like that, I'll take my business elsewhere".

The zombie checkout assistant cares not for such idle threats, and continues its spirited attempts to turn the good doctor inside out. The doctor is unimpressed by its efforts, not least due to the missing leg that impedes its progress, and its tendency to miss key obstacles such as trolleys, shelves and gigantic stacks of cans. The doctor winces as the till monkey disappears under a pile of Artista Pinot Grigio 2006 with a loud crash; a poignant moment, and yet he cannot stifle a hearty guffaw as the zombie attempts to right itself with only one limb to its name.

The doctor collects his shopping and heads for the door. The zombie screams in rage, but the doctor has no time for his lip; he leaves it to die in a sea of wine bottles and heads out.

[Hydralisk]

Bombing down the dirt path to town, I shoot another monster out of the way and grimmace as the monster is crushed underneath the buggy. Sharply turning right, I put my foot down and head down the road toward the burning, corpse-ridden city of Barrington. The clouds have parted somewhat, but a chilling wind has blown up. I quickly zip up my jacket, and then make a large, graceful turn left toward the local supermarket.

However, as soon as I observe the local market, I see for myself that I am in for a wild night. A massive hoard of Zombies, curiousity aroused by the buggys' engine or else by whatever may be inside the supermarket, are thrown into confusion as I pummel my way through the hoard, the engine barely keeping the seething mass of bodies in check, until I reach a brief opening where the vehicle once again leaps off, this time onto rockey terrain. Controlling the car easily, I make a U-turn and drive on for a bit, until a multi-story carpark, connected to the back of the Supermarket, appears into view.

I bomb through the pitiful remains of the barrier, and begin my ascent to the top. After arriving, I kill the engine, and unload one of the fuel canisters. Filling the engine to the brim requires the full can; however, the engine will run for a long time now. Scanning the area for threats, I notice a dying civillian with a kevlar jacket lying on the ground next to him, moaning in agony. I run over to the guard, who simply coughs "They're... everywhere... not long... before... military begins... coverup... take the armour... survive....". At this, his head rolls over in a hollywood-esque way. I unzip his jacket, and take off mine too, before donning it. It's heavy, but just wearing it makes me feel secure, and as I don my jacket overneath I hear a door open nearby. I grab my gun and dive into a very dark corner, and wait...

[doctor_fruitbat]

"Wheeeeee!" says the doctor gleefully, as he shoots out the tunnel mouth and into the water once again. Man, I am so killer at this! I'm going to try the Xtreme slide next - head first!

The doctor wades through mounds of corpses and up the steps again. He shoves the groaning attendant out of the way - take that authority! I ain't even using a mat this time. I have no idea why it's so quiet today, but who're the ones missing out? All of you deadbeats, that's who!

And then the alarm sounded.

The signalling...

Of the wave machine.

[swarfegahead]

Hmm, this sounds fun..

Swarfegahead awoke in a ditch. His vision was blurry, and he had the aftertaste of a few too many sans of Dutch Gold in his mouth. He stood up, feeling slightly light-headed.He remeberd very little of the previous night.
"Aaahh. Wonder where the lads went?",he mumbled to himself.He wiped himself down and removed a few twigs from his hair.
"Hmph,the usual Sunday morning". How wrong he was.

Regaining ome of his composure, Swarfegahead noticed acar in the ditch a little farther down the road. As he approached the car he noticed that the passenger door was slightly ajar. Blood pooled in the ditch below it. Stepping cautiously towards the car. He began to lean forward to look in the back window when a cold hand gripped his leg.

To be continued.....

[Vercci]

Heh, lot's of activity today.

Vercci was lying on the ground, Feeling rather weak. He knew there was a Neurotoxin in his veins, acting like a muscle relaxant. he saw that huge monster Limp towards him. He actually thought "Is this it? after all of this, No Hope left for the humans? and who the fuck was Fissh?" :D As the monster came close enough to kill Vercci With one strike, something else caught it's attention and it ran away as fast as it could. Vercci Could do nothing except wait for the Neurotoxin to go through his system, As he waited, he started to piece everything together....Qwerty, The keycard, the fact that he turned up minutes after he and cactusman escaped from the Elevator. After realising a few things, Vercci stood up and, looking down the corridor that the monster ran off into..............

2BContinued :D

[Mister Qwerty]

Dumbfounded and staring into the corridor, Qwerty saw a hole, with...nothing, just, nothing. A roar echoed from behind him, and he knew it was the monster from before, he dropped his uplink and sprinted down the corridor, searching for Vercci would have to wait for later. The roar got louder with the elevator in sight! He was almost there! Qwerty repeatedly jabbed the 'Up' button on the elevator as the monster opened up again, revealing tentacles and...Fissh? The doors pinged open and he ran inside, quickly pushing the 'Close Doors' button. However, on the screen above the keys were the flashing words, 'Keycard Required'...

[doctor_fruitbat]

"Fuck off you pikey arseholes!" the doctor rages, as zombie children scratch at his windows and bash into his front door with mindless abandon. He munches on a banana as he sits back huffily to watch the news, but not even the drawling monotone of the weatherman giving the brains report can lighten his mood.

A snarling zombie baby flies into the window, its undead umbilical cord flapping in the breeze, as the bat phone begins buzzing. The doctor sighs and goes to said telephonic device, as the newsreaders agree most wholeheartedly about brains.

The doctor lifts the reciever, and a painting on the wall swings round to reveal a map of the city. Red dots are flashing all over it, and a digital display reads 'Code Green'. The doctor coolly takes a sip of his brandy and Jeigemeister, and observes the map with a calculating if unsteady stare. Zombie invasion? Oh dear. Though that does explain a few things, such as the commissioner on the other end of the line gargling violently.

As he strides to the other side of the room and flicks on his zombie defence system, a pillar twists to reveal a pole descending into the floor below; the doctor shuns such a ridiculous transport and takes the stairs. He straps on his bat belt, puts on his bat-lab coat and picks up his bat sawn-off shotgun, as well as his bat-stick of zombie-whomping +1. He marches past the bat tumble dryer and jumps into the bat mobile; the engine starts with a cry like a pensioner's bowel movement, and with his will strong and his glare steely, he splutters out into the daylight in search of humanity's last hope: the bat fortress.

Outside, camera mounted gatling guns ascend from under the lawn and mow down the assembled hordes.

[Mister Qwerty]

Panicking at the going-nowhere-slowly elevator, the monstrously digested Fissh and the lumbering monster, Qwerty walked slowly out of the elevator to track down Vercci and the keycard. The monster let out a deafening roar which shattered the lab window and setting off the fire alarm. as the monster, bent double, howled in pain, Qwerty jumped into the lab and encountered Vercci...

Well, no-one is continuing so...

Vercci, soaked in blood, held up a gun and pointed it at Qwerty's head. Qwerty slowly put his hands up and walked back, however, when he reached the wall, he burst out laughing. He had to stall for time until the fire alarm stopped ringing, so he glanced behind him at the monster writhing in pain and quickly moved half a pace to the right, and then the left, causing Vercci to shoot, hitting the monster. It roared and swung out, hitting the fire alarm, bringing immediate silence. Still laughing, the monster sent out tentacles which quickly wrapped around Qwerty and dragged him in. The monster started to stagger and collapse on the floor, at which point, Vercci slowly lowered the gun and proceeded to the elevator, the monster got up, roared, and mutated, it had a claw the size of a full grown man, and the mutated face of Qwerty...

[swarfegahead]

Swarfegahead looked down to see a very corpse looking old-aged pensioner holding on to his leg. The zombie was missing its legs, and had no teeth.Swarfegahead,although startled, did not feel particularly threantened by this undead creature.However, he wasnt about to let this zombie gum his shin, so he planted his foot down on top of the creatures rotten head. The zombies skull shattered , spilling blood and brain fluid all over Swarfegaheads shoes.

Swarfegahead searchd inside the car and found a set of keys on the floor, and noticed a large gun case on the back seat.Taking the keys, he opened the boot only to be overwhelmed with the small of rotting flesh. Inside the boot there was a pair of severed legs, a customised WA 2000 sniper rifle and a .45 automatic pistol.He took the guns and got in the car.He had no hesitation as to where he had to go-the local supermarket.

The supermarket completely empty when Swarfegahead arrived. That was about to change.The supermarket was huge, with a large multi-story car park attached to it.Swarfegahead drove to the top of the car park, and took out the sniper rifle, which was now in its case, along with some ammo which was already in the case.Looking over the wall which acted as a barrier on the edge of the car park, he could see masses of zombies making their way towards the supermarket.
"The car must have attracted there attention.I should get moving"
Swarfegahead made his way into the supermarlet, noticing the bodies of many zombies on the way.He decided to get an elevated position on the roof of the supermarket, which was seperate to that of the car park.He gathered some supplies and headed for the roof. Just as he reached the top of the staircase, he heard gunshots from below and the sound of the door to the car park being slammed shut.

Taking up his position on the roof, Swarfegahead took the sniper rifle from its case.The supermarket was now completely surrounded by zombies, so he took a few shots to keep himself occupied. He heard a humming sound in the distance, and as it got closer it became clear that it was a vehicle of some kind.The noise grew louder, and a Dune Buggy burst roubd the corner and headed towards the car park.
"What the...?"

To be continued.....

[doctor_fruitbat]

The doctor pulls up into the carpark and exits his metr- bat mobile. Bat mobile is what he was driving. Yes. Anyway, he strides across to the foyer and swipes his keycard, and enters the building.

"Good evening doctor", says the attractive blond secretary with a bright smile, from across the desk.
"Meh".
"Sign here please".
"Right."
"You're out late tonight."
"Yep."
"Catching up on work?"
"Ish".
"Well, see you later".
"Sure".

The doctor, in no mood for exchanging pleasantries with airbrushed harlots, hefts his bat-stick of zombie-whomping +1 and enters his office. Pausing only to make a cup of tea in the break room, he begins dressing himself with an array of unfathomable gadgets; a pair of sunglasses with an odd sheen to their lenses, a cube of Rubiks-like properties, an Omega wristwatch apparently purloined from the British Secret Service, and a pair of oddly high-tech boots. He pauses. Ah yes... And the ring. The source of his greatest secret, and his true power...

[Mister Qwerty]

The mutated Qwerty staggered forth, twitching, and, in a low growl, he said, 'I have succeeded. I have advanced humanity. The zombies were failures whilst this, what you see here, is the true extent of my research. Immortal. Human. Indestructible.' With that, Vercci raised his gun and fired, the bullets lodged themselves in the flesh and angered the Qwerty-monster. Howling, he swung with his claw, hitting Vercci and knocking him unconscious, he then opened up and grasped Vercci with his tentacles... (ooh...tentacles!)

[Hydralisk]

As a stray zombie idles around the corner, I raise my Eagle and fire two quick shots into the beasts' head. As it falls down, another three appear in it's place. Getting up, I quickly retreat backward to an elevator shaft. Holstering my Eagle, I run the last few paces and make a magnificant jump that any olympic athlete would be proud off. It's the fear that gives men wings, my Father used to say. Grabbing onto an old ladder, it sways dangerously, but manages to hold itself in place. I start the brief climb slowly, making sure not to upset the weakened bonds. I eventually reach a trapdoor, and after shoving it open brutally, I scramble out to the top, and pause briefly for breath. Looking around me, I notice a figure at the edge of the rooftop of the supermarket, waving at me frantically. Just then, the stairwell door creaks open, and zombies begin to rapidly fill the roof.

"aaw, crap..." I moan, before heading over to the exposed trapdoor, and I start to climb the ladder very fast.

Big mistake.

The ladder struts snap off and I yell as gravity takes over. Streching out, I just manage to grab a hold of the same elevator exit that I came through. However, the Zombies seem to have taken note of my presence, and there are a rather lot of them between me and the buggy. Sprinting left, I draw out my eagle and fire a few shots into the crowd. The leaders fall, causing the next few to trip and buy me precious time. Fly-kicking the zombie that was just minutes ago a doomed survivor, I wrench open the door of the security hut. Shooting the padlock off another door, I emerge on the other side.

The crowd parts briefly, and I run fullout toward the buggy. Diving inside, I immedietly gun the engine and reverse out sharply. The remaining fuel tank falls out with it, and I double-time it to the descending ramp. Grabbing my sniper rifle, I shoot at the tank, which explodes in a orchestra of fire, decimating the undead ranks. I turn my attention to the road again, and begin my descent...

[doctor_fruitbat]

Adjusting the last of his attire, the doctor hears a series of deafening thuds outside the lab. No going back outside again, it would seem. Slinging the shotgun over his back, he picks up his tea and heads for the elevator.

"There are some people here to see you sir" says the secretary sweetly, as screaming monsters pound on the glass door.

"Tell them I'm busy" says the doctor gruffly, pressing the lift call button and supping on luke-warm Tetley's. "Yes sir," says the secretary. A loud ding signals the arrival of the elevator; entering, the doctor removes a key from his coat pocket and inserts it. As he travels down, the elevator keeps going past the basement, much, much further than it should...

The secretary looks up as the moaning hordes crash through into the foyer. "I'm sorry gentlemen, but the doctor isn't seeing any visitors right now", she admonishes them cheerfully. As the zombie horde stumbles nearer, her eyes glow red, and she opens her mouth to reveal a gun barrel.

"Please exit the area, and have a nice day" she intones in a robotic drawl, her voice grating through the speaker over the sound of gunshots.

[ray]

ray looks on in disappointment as the zombies did not fall for his cunningly laid trap of dressing a bunch of hams as children

[Mister Qwerty]

As Qwerty's tentacles were about to grab Vercci, he lent back as they missed, Vercci sneered, ran into the elevator and closed the doors. Qwerty howled, smashed his way into the elevator shaft and jumped up...

[Vercci]

Vercci, In the elevator Heard Qwerty Coming up the elevator shaft. After pondering what to do, He busted a hole into the top of the elevator and climbed on board. Grabing one of the wires, He waited for Qwerty to come up close. All of a sudden, In a matrix-Esque fashion, He shot the elevator cables and let it fall on qwerty while Vercci Shot to the roof. Vercci then Dropped some hand grenades into the Long, Throbbing Shaft after hearing a Satisfying Crunch. What awaited him however....Even he didn't anticipate.....

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty lay twitching, on the floor as Vercci escaped, as he got out of the building, he rose up and leaped into the daylight, seeing all the people, he decided that it was time to feed...

[doctor_fruitbat]

As it travels downwards, the elevator shaft opens up to reveal a lab of tremendous proportions; walkways line every wall and criss-cross into different floors on at least seven storeys. An assemblage of equipment in the centre buttresses some form of energy gun. The doctor narrows his eyes at the damage at the other end of the hall; it's like some sort of tentacled monstrosity has been punching holes in the wall.

The doctor hefts his shotgun; someone's come into his house and scuffed his wallpaper, and there's going to be hell to pay.

[Mister Qwerty]

It appeared that the zombie outbreak had not yet spread to this city. 'Good job too...' was the only comprehensible thought swilling around in Qwerty's distorted mind, he saw a human, frozen in fear, staring at the tentacled monstrosity. He opened up, revealing flesh, blood and organs, (like a fleshy TARDIS) he outstretched several tenatcles and wrapped them around her, then pulled her in while she was screaming. His body closed around hers and started to digest her...

[Hydralisk]

Crashing out of the massive carpark, I swerve heavily left and drive like a maniac down the rest of the road. "Well, this might be a bit more than a hurricane" I think aloud, voice drowned in the monsterous Engine "I probably should try that cornershop along the road for supplies..." Turning right, I utterly crush a zombies' decapitated corpse and skid to a halt outside of a smallish corner shop. Deciding against cutting the engine, I begin drawing my gun as I grab an abandoned rucksack. Pausing to only shot a solitary walking-corpse, I hurry inside. a faint roar echoing in the city...

I quickly scan for life inside the corner shop. Nobody. I set about taking the few bottles of water and Irn bru left, hastily stuffing them inside the bag. Shoving in a bottle of rum, I head over to the next section, grabbing whatever food I can find: Bread, ketchup, canned Soup, whatever. Unconciously shoving in a handful of sweets and chocolate packs, I hear a moaning outside. They have caught up with me! I replace the exhausted clip, and start firing at the door, scrambling around for a heavy object. Eventually, I find a fire extinguisher, and I fling it through the window. It smashes into thousands of pieces, briefly panicking the Zombies. Diving out of the window, I miraculously make it to the Buggy with only a couple of bruises to my name. Hitting the accelerator once more, I shoot off into the city once more, looking for the local gun shop; where I can stock up on bear traps, Sniper bullets, Eagle clips and such...

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty fell to the floor, clutching his stomach, then he lurched forward to the feeling of something forcing itself up his throat. His head then split open, revealing the heavily burnt (still alive) body of Fissh. The body came out, twitching and then stood up, Fissh then pointed the gun Qwerty threw him at him and fired twice, both bullets were deflected with ease, but Qwerty then heard a whooshing noise, he jumped out of the way to have the rocket skim Fissh. Qwerty landed on a nearby building and looked at Vercci, holding a smoking rocket launcher. He growled, jumped off the building and landed in front of Vercci. He aimed the rocket launcher at Qwerty and fired...

[flippinell]

He looks at the reflection of his face in a shattered shop window,
His face makes him angry
He shambles down the street, oain in every muscle and sniffs the air around him.
The smell of man makes him angry
What is that down at the corner? It looks like meat, it looks like drink, it looks like him.
The similarties make him angry
He picks up the pace and runs towards the meat, the food, the twin and it screams.
The screams make him smile
He reaches the meat and grabs its head, turns it's neck and tears it's flesh.
The saliva glands open but only dust escapes
Only one bite first, and then another, then another.
The flesh tastes of shit and rust
He throws the head down and moves onto the body
And a little voice says no
But he does it anyway and all that is left is bone and gristle.
To be continued maybe...

[Hydralisk]

Explosions rip in the distance as I finally arrive at the gunshop. It's an absolute wreck. Madmen are barricaded inside, shooting at Zombies and drinking what suspiciously looks like whiskey, shouting and laughing loudly. I park in an alcove, created by a collapsed section of the building, just next to the main door. Grabbing my Weapons and Rucksack, I quickly jog inside. One of the men, a tall, burley, balding man with a sawnoff shotgun approaches me. "You're the first darned survivour we've met since this whole charade started off. We was getting worried we'd have to take out the whole town! Woohoo!" He cries madly, stomping on the ground and briefly flirting with hysterics. He regains his composure "So, what can I do ye for, stranger?" he says in an abruptly formal tone.

"Well, I was hoping to stock up on Ammunition and Maybe some bear traps" I half-shouted over random gunfire. "Seeing as how you got plenty of it, I though maybe we could do business". The gleam in the eyes of the man is sure sign of greed - I will probably be overcharged somewhat, but it's a small price to pay for survival. Another explosion rocks the distance as I patiently request the correct rounds for my weapons. The man, who turns out to be the original owner of the shop, is delighted at my choice of handgun, practically worshipping it, but turns sour at my Sniper rifle. "What you packing that old lump of commie shit around, how about you try thi -" A terric shout comes from the front, and negotiations are briefly suspended to deal with the new, terrible threat.

[Rhiyo]

I, Rhiyo seem to have the zombie disease. yet it didnt effect me aswell as the wrest I can still talk and think but I have a massive urge to eat people!

to be continued hehe.

[Mister Qwerty]

The rocket struck Qwerty, but didn't even flinch, Vercci, not realising that there was going to be some recoil, was thrown back. Qwerty advanced and opened up, 'You're finally going to become a part of me.' Qwerty said in a distorted growl, he sent out several tentacles. Again. And wrapped them around Vercci, he then pulled him in. Only to hear, 'Clone terminated...'

[Vercci]

Vercci (The Real One) Detonated the clone Version of himself, Releasing Concentrated Acid Run Through His Veins Dissolving them. Qwerty Fell to the ground, Dead....well at Least as dead as a zombie can be. Vercci, Knowing that Qwerty can't be dead for too long decided to Run Away, Being Low on ammo, He Decided to Escape to his Old Apartment Building....The one on lockdown for ages...Making sure that Qwerty Couldn't find it, Vercci Started to go back, to the one place that he felt safe in...

Continuing to be

[Mister Qwerty]

Caps filter?

Anyway, as Vercci ran away like the girl he is, Qwerty underwent another mutation, and he turned into something that slightly resembled the mutated Lazarus from 'Doctor Who' only with a more human shape. He stood up, cracked his neck, and went to find Vercci...

[Emptyspraycan]

In a dark basement, Qwerty heard two voices one belonged to Vercci wheras the other belonged to Gandalf. Qwerty listened in to their conversation only to discover....

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty gasped, (as much as a mutated monster-thingy can) and decided that action must be taken, he opened up and sliced Gandalf in half with his new razor-sharp tentacles, he then, walked slowly up to Vercci, and then, out of the blue, Qwerty was shot in the face. Twice. By Emptyspraycan. The bastard.

[Emptyspraycan]

Emptyspraycan chuckled. It was he who gave the directions to Gandalf and Vercci. Emptyspraycan now turned to Vercci and aimed his gun but all of a sudden...

[doctor_fruitbat]

In the depths of the lab, the energy gun pulses with a brilliant white light that hums like the sound of a thousand burning orphanages. The doctor, his eyes protected by his Mysterious Sunglasses™, gives a satisfied nod at a job well done. Shame about the city. Still, any remaining citizens won't be able to miss it when it appears. Plenty of time to escape.

He stopped, swaying ever so slightly. A small twinge had run through his body; is it really that time already? It's just another thing trying to make life difficult for me.

At the far end of the lab, the elevator reverberates with the sound of two dozen meaty sacks dropping from a great height. Hefting the zombie-whomper +1, the doctor waits for the doors to open.

[The Mna]

The Mna burst through the wall, sending cinder blocks flying off like deadly shrapnel, which hit Vercci and Emptyspraycan, rendering them unconscious or dead. This zombified creature, perhaps once a man (clever anagram you see? ah, ah, ah.) then took up a stance resembling the ancient technique of the horny chipmunk of a thousand grains of crack. This Mna, this Chuck Norris of zombies, then faced the qwerty, and made a gesture with his hand that implied "come on," like Morpheous to Neo in the matrixes.

Edit: Argh. Doctor you beat me to my use of thousand (though i'll admit it was better).

[Mister Qwerty]

As Vercci lay unconscious on the floor, and Qwerty was very much angered from being shot in the face, and The Mna's gesture angered him further, so he decided to use his claw (finally) and thrust it forward, but The Mna just casually moved his head to the left, causing the claw to miss, Qwerty then turned his hand so it was adjacent with the side of Mna's face, and swiped, but he ducked and did a backflip, kicking Qwerty in the face, but Qwerty opened up whilst spinning, and sliced The Mna in half. As the pieces lay on the floor, they started to mutate...

[Emptyspraycan]

With Emptyspraycans dead body. They mergerd together forming EmptyMna, Then EmptyMna picked up a gun and aimed carefully only for Qwerty to...

[Vercci]

Aww, Now I can't get back to what I was trying to do....

Vercci Awoke, Only to find himself watching body parts moving about searching for the rest of their bodys, A new person trying to act like a zombie hunter, a new person and Mr Qwerty looking more handsome than before :p

Vercci, after deciding to leave the 2 lovebirds alone Welded the door shut and barricaded it with tables, Desks and cinder blocks. After reaching the street, he called his Car. and Decided to stop by the local Ammo Shop....After all, He was a Local, a regular, and was low on Ammo anyways. After Parking, He notices a Smooth looking Dune Buggy. Having no time to get a good look at it, Vercci entered the shop through the back door and shouted out "Blake!! I'm collecting my order now!" After hearing no response, He Picked up His Ammunition crates that he ordered, Placed the payment on his desk and left outside the front entrance, only to see Blake, Someone New who was holding a Rifle and the other Regulars behind some barricades, Looking at the street, And at the........

[edit] To be continued

[Emptyspraycan]

Crack of dawn the Zombies surged around the corner coming out of Tescos. The regulars and Blake (along with Vercci) Opened fire when all of a sudden batman came along and told vercci to...

[Vercci]

Sorry EmptySpraycan....It has to be kept to a Zombie Realism.....and it has to be longer than one sentence per Post....This isn't your Finish the Sentence game...Try focusing on your part of the story....You're trapped in a room with qwerty....I made sure that You don't have enough time to escape without Qwerty hurting you to some (More? :p) Degree

I'm going to forget that post was made in the story.......ok..Done

P.s Random is not funny, Nor is it accepted anywhere else except beginners or the Chez Bin

[doctor_fruitbat]

The terrible horde spills out of the lift shaft, falling over one another to eat handfuls of delicious doctory brain. The bat-sawn off shotgun, now out of bat-cartridges, is dropped as the doctor lights up and puffs reflectively on a corncob pipe, watching the leperous masses lurch forward with the gait of a litter of kittens. He hefts the zombie whomper +1, and pauses. This ain't right; I'm about to fight a horde of the undead single-handedly for god's sake! What am I thinking?!

He rushes over to a computer, and fumbles in one of the drawers frantically. Success! Pulling out his Video iPod, he skims down to the playlist marked Ass Whuppin', and drops it into its docking bay.

As the sound of splattering heads ensues, it appears that everyone was kung-fu fighting...

[Hydralisk]

, And at the...Dogs.

Undead dogs. Thousands of them, all growling their horribly mutulated growls, were swarming towards the building. The Shop owner, Blake, shouted "EVERYBODY FALL BACK!" and promptly turned tail and began to flee to a previously unseen door. I start to make my way towards it when a stranger pulls me aside, and indicates the broken rocks. Suddenly, they look very climable indeed. As the dogs begin to savage one of the slower men, Verrci nimbly ascends the alcove, and in the blink of an eye is gone. I turn briefly to Blake, who has been overrun by the dogs, and decide to follow. Shooting a dog that got a bit close for comfort, I jump onto the bonnet of the buggy, and then swiftly flip onto a ledge. Pulling myself up onto the rooftop, I hear the stranger fire a shot, accompanied by a dog yelp.

Once clear of the dogs, me and Verrci begin to scan the streets for a method of escape. It seems quite hopeless, the dogs are literally swarming around the building, frantically searching for their next bloody meal. The dying screams of the former humans provide a background to the orchestra of growls and distant explosions.

[doctor_fruitbat]

Thriller! Jesus, why didn't I think of it before!

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty looked at EmptyMna, (ugly as he was :D ) and EmptyMna used up the full magazine shooting the new Qwerty in the face, but, as he'd had time to adjust to his new form, felt nothing. 'My turn.' growled Qwerty, and used his super-agility to spin around and hit EmptyMna in the face, throwing him back miles and miles, before Qwerty attached a homing device to him, and the flying EmptyMna landed in front of Vercci and the horde of zombie dogs...

(I haven't said this before, but this thread PWNS!!!!)

[Hydralisk]

EmptyMna landed in front of Vercci and Hydralisk and the horde of zombie dogs...
Fixed ;)

Also, this thread does indeed rock. Will continue story later.

[Mister Qwerty]

Sorry Hydralisk. :D

Anyway, as the tracking dot registered in the depths pf Qwerty's brain, he ran at super-speeds, knocking over and devouring anyone unfortunate enough to get in his way. When he finally did encounter EmptyMna, Vercci AND HYDRALISK(!!!!!), he split so many times, so that there were several thousand of him, and he said, 'The army is active...'

[doctor_fruitbat]

Deep underground, an alarm blares out and reverberates around the entirety of the vast laboratory. The doctor walks over, dropping the zombie head he's been using to practise his Hamlet lines, which rolls in an ungainly fashion and comes to a stop against the pile of mangled corpses that line the area around the lift shaft. The energy gun shuts off with a loud snap.

In the centre of the computer bank lies the cube the doctor had picked up from his office; in between the 5x5 cubes, pearly white light shines out, intense but distant, as though coming from somewhere very far away. The doctor steps past the encircling equipment and picks up the cube. With a metallic groan the elevator rises back up to the foyer, and as daylight spills through the opening doors the doctor examines the cube, its unearthly light shining off his sunglasses as he places them delicately on the bridge of his nose. I'll be needing them soon.

The doctor brushes specks of dust and zombies off his billowing coat as he exits through the zombie-stained glass doors and scans the horizon. Far down the street, some ridiculous tentacled monstrosity appears to be dividing and multiplying at an exponential rate. Couldn't have got back soon enough, it seems, the doctor muses as he weighs the cube thoughtfully.

Inside, the receptionist smiles brightly. "Hello again doctor", she chirrups. "All taken care of now. Also, may I have next Friday off? Our Shirley is having her foot removed and would like me to be there". The doctor is confused as to when he decided his receptionist should have gangrenous relatives, but he duly responds with "absolutely, if you can remember where my antique anti-tank rifle went."

[Vercci]

Fortunately, As Qwerty Split so many times, a lot of energy was wasted in doing so, Making all of the clones Exausted. Vercci at this point Pushes over the closest clone to him, Starting a chain Reaction. With lots of the clones falling off the roof, Squashing quite a few Dogs and Making a Zombie Wall to stop the dogs from making it up here. All we had to worry about now was the original Qwerty, Who still had some life in him. Vercci just Blasted qwerty with a Benelli Pump action shotgun Again and Again and Again until he collapsed. He Knew that he had about an Hour, At most...To escape Before Qwerty Woke up again. Vercci looked out to the Side of the street, Bodies littered everywhere, Dogs Running away....A Fuel cannister by his Feet. He asked the others up on the roof......"Should We Have A Barbecue?"

To Be Continued.

[doctor_fruitbat]

A clone staggers to its feet, and one half of its head explodes outwards as a high velocity bullet screams down the street, punches into its head and tears towards the horizon. The doctor hums to himself distractedly as he reloads and walks down the street.

[Hydralisk]

Owing to the bizzare combination of events, there is now seemingly few dogs, and most zombies are now very dead. Of the three survivours, one is horrendously wounded, savaged by the dogs before he could drag himself up to the top. Verrci and myself, however, are fine. After pulverising the demon and doing... well... something... to make all the clones collapse, I take one last look at the (surprisingly) still breathing Qwerty-thing (presumably the first one, from which the clones came), and then slowly begin to climb back down towards the buggy of infame.

"Where are you going?" Verrci asks me, pausing briefly to scan the street.

"I'm getting the hell out of this city. Do you hear that?" I ask, gesturing to the East. The sound of several sonic booms resonate in the air. "That is the military coming to bomb the bejeesus out of this place. They don't want zombies running around the state, and quite frankly, while I appreciate a break in routine more than anyone else, I'm beginning to favour that idea more and more. Of course - " I add, looking knowingly at Verrci " - I don't want to be caught in the firing range. You can tag along with me if you want, I've got food, water, and fuel for a good four days. Plenty of time to reach the boarder. Unless you have an alternative idea?". A faint explosion

[Shalashaska]

*You probabley don't know me yet, but we did something like this in my old story. I really like it, so I'm going to join in if thats grand. I'm going for a sort of a flash back here. And i'm Isino.*

A figure on the hill, long coat billowing in the wind. A huge wooden crossbow strapped to his back, and two revolvers placed in the sides of his leggings.
Isino was an enigma to be feared.

Except for one person. A man staggers up, mumbles something at him, and launches himself for an attack.

Isino dodges, pulls out a revolver and shoots him in the leg.
The man lies on the ground, dying.
Isino rolls him over with his foot.
"Whats your name, boy?"
"...wha?" He seemed to be drugged.
"Your name, what is it?"
The man shook his head, trying to think.
"It's...it's Vercci."
Isino stood up. He'd never heard of him.
He started to seartch the wounded man, who was unconcious.
A gun with some sort of blade broken off. It seemed quite sharp.
The gun looked like a gun much like his own.....
That one was silver, his was black.
Isino tucked this into one of his inside pockets.
The man had nothing else, so Isino got ready to carry him to the nearesy village.

"Where is it, again?" He could never remember these things.
A figure walked towards him, carrying a basket of some sort.
"What are you do-, oh, its you."
"Cactusman, can you bring this man back with you?"
The man thought about it.
"I suppose, but he won't remember anything, because of the time change.1500's to the 21st century is a bit of a jolt."
"Do it anyway, this time doesn't have the proper medicine. And don't tell him about me."
"Okay, I'll see you in 500 years."
Isino grunted. He couldn't go forward in time, only through the conventional method.
The two men parted ways, Cactusman going back to the time warp.

The immortal man walked back to the hill, watching...........

[doctor_fruitbat]

The doctor cocks his head as the sound of jets soaring overheard become clearer. Do they never listen to me? The city isn't dead yet. He twists the dial on his watch numerous times, as though opening a safe. The interface changes, the analogue hands flickering away and revealing another display in its place. The doctor taps away at the tiny screen, then slings the gun over his back and keeps on strolling.

On the roof of the lab, and on three other buildings across the city, the roof breaks open with the creaking of stone. A gatling gun rises, and takes aim at the roaring jets...

[Vercci]

Vercci Pondered (sp?) for a moment......Then told Hydralisk " I don't have any other ideas.....But I can't leave this City, I've still got some stuff to do, Bye" and With this, Vercci ran as fast as he could to his car and sped away to his Apartment. He knew that he had to stop the bombing run. What happened Next, However.....

He looked up at Cactusman, Knowing that something weird happened. He asked cactusman What's with the Lights.........



Vercci came back into reality at this. He Felt His head throb, as if there was a Old rose Bush spinning inside his head.


Out of the corner of his eye


He saw..


No....



It couldn't be...


could it?......





It was......a Dream.....But with what's happened these last few days, It might Just Be....




Vercci Concentrated on this person



He Mumbled......




(to be continued)

[doctor_fruitbat]

A terrible silence descends on the lab. The walls ripple outward, the windows fall into a thousand pieces, and an almighty explosion tears off the roof and sends bricks fountaining up and outwards, its force hitting the still air and turning it into a roaring gale of dust and glass.

The doctor steps out from the side alley, sidestepping a steaming fragment of brick that is later in falling than its comrades. Well, the gatling guns were a nice idea while they lasted. I don't suppose I'll be recieving any more funding now they know where that 'renovation' money went. They all laughed at me, but I knew what would happen! Aha ha ha ha! Ahem.

The doctor claps his hands together and rubs them optimistically. Right, someone around here must have some anti-aircraft weaponry. He heads down the street towards the distant flaming pile of zombies.

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty (the fully human one) watched the destruction from a nearby rooftop. He saw his best soldier forced to lose his purity, and then multiply. The army still isn't ready. He decided that he was going to put an end to the carnage, this wasn't supposed to happen. He raised his left hand and darkness descended on the city, clouds swirled overhead, faster and faster until a black-hoile was created. As the people and dogs and everything that's appeared since I've been gone were starting to be pulled, a smile crossed Qwerty's face...

[Meltyfox]

Also I died. It hurt.

[Shalashaska]

"Who are you?"
The figure turned, a look of slight surprise on his face.
"You're early," he mumbled.
They were standing, and lying, on a hill. There didn't seem to be any surrounding landscape, and the sky was crimson.
"Answer me!" Vercci almost roared.
"...I don't think you are prepared for those memories at this moment....you can call me Siorai."("Immortal" in Irish.)
"Okay, Siorai, where are we?" Vercci asked.
"That is of no matter, we must go." Siorai said.
"Wait, slow down, where are we going?"
"We have to make sure everything goes correctly. Then you can go back to your normal life." Siorai said.
"No, I must vanquish the zombies! You don't understand!" Vercci was angry now. Who was this man to waylay from his task?
The man stepped toward him, grabbed him by the front of his coat, and lifted him up with his right hand.
"I don't understand? I don't understand?!" Siorai said angrily. "I was picked for my task millions of years ago. The stars, the gods, and the universe itself all picked me, I had no choice. I had to endure this hardship. I had no real childhood, reared by the god of war, toning my body, trained to endure every torture, not only known to man, but to god. I could snap your neck with a finger, but I sure as hell didn't choose it. And then, because I'm going to your world, I have to lose my powers and only have these to fight with. I am a demigod here, but there I am as weak as a normal man. You don't even touch off of my sorrow."
Vercci's eyes were wide. He opened his mouth and nothing came out.
Some glimmers of memory were coming through......

[doctor_fruitbat]

The doctor looks up and frowns. On a nearby rooftop, some smiling bastard appears to be raising his hand and summoning an ethereal storm. Nice try boyo, but those bodies are mine. The doctor raises the anti-tank rifle, takes careful aim and fires off a shot that screams into the sky towards the figure.

[The Mna]

You guys are making the storyline a bit too complicated.

@ revolver ocelot's post: how is vercci back in time? O.o
@ references to cactusman: isnt cactusman dead/zombified?

[Shalashaska]

You guys are making the storyline a bit too complicated.

@ revolver ocelot's post: how is vercci back in time? O.o
@ references to cactusman: isnt cactusman dead/zombified?

Well, the time warp will be revealed later in the story at some sage, and I think we made it so that post with cactusman dying was got rid of or something, by someone.

[The Mna]

Oh, alright then. Carry on.

[Shalashaska]

Thanks for your permission.

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty saw Fruitbat fire, and turned his head to the right as the bullet whizzed passed him, then he heard a voice from his earpiece, 'The army is ready.' 'Excellent,' thought Qwerty, and stopped the netherworldly storm. He stared down at the people, mouths agape, below him, and decided to 'release' them, he pressed a button, and a huge door on the building below opened. And the last sound in the world, was that of marching footsteps...

[Hydralisk]

After hearing Verrci's reply, I watched [B]Him sprint off at an alarming rate. Confused, I start to make my way towards the buggy, when an almighty storm thunders out of nowhere. Lightning crashes, fierce winds pick up, and debris, zombies, and corpses alike vanish into the night sky. The buggy is beginning to slowly move towards the source. I grab onto it for support - the winds are getting much stronger.

Abruptly, the storm stops, replaced by a thundering marching across the land. I peer over the edge of the cliff, and I see many, many figures marching and spreading around the city, killing every living - and non-living - thing in the way. I gun the engine and spin the car around. "alright, you bastards, now it's my turn." I mutter evily. I drive round the road, veering right and head straight for the airport. As I suspected, the military are already setting up the roadblocks. I toot my horn and they allow me to pass through. I reach the command post, and without even listening to the Corporal who stops me, I sprint straight up the stairs, meeting the General in charge of operations. We were good friends, going way back to when we were in the SAS, before he got transferred to the US Delta Squad, and I had left in protest of the beuacratic corruption within the 22nd Air Squadron. My plan had now changed considerably after witnessing the immense storm - instead of running away and letting the military deal with it, I knew that I had to give a hand, and so sided with the lesser of two evils (the other being fairly obvious).

I try to begin explaining everything, but the General raises a hand to hush me. "We know of the Zombie invasions, and we are now aware of Qwerty and his forces are going to attempt to take over the world. We have lost many fighters as they had to draw fire away from our transports. Despite this, we have already - " - a massive cataclysmic explosion envelopes the area where the armies originaly spawned from - "began our advance on the enemy. Our Stealth Fighters have, as you may have realised, cut off the reinforcements. Despite this, we are facing massive numbers of powerful opponents, and we will need all the help that we can get. We have also recieved rumours of an almost god-like figure helping pin back the enemy advancement, but of course, that's probably just the locals getting hysterical about this" he said, rolling his eyes. With that, we delved deep into tatics and the surrounding area...

Basic recap time: correct me if I'm wrong.
- I am at the Military base by the airport with the general. Despite losing most of the decoy fighters, the transports were sucessful in their deployment, and we have a substantial forward base, with heavy weaponary, tanks and whatnot.
- R.O and Verrci are currently talking to each other on a hill. Verrci's weapon may or may not be damaged, and R.O has a black version of the same weapon. R.O is a demi-god, but with somewhat reduced powers
- The doctor, Qwerty, and anyone else who I didn't mention... oh hell I don't know, fill me in please :D

[doctor_fruitbat]

The doctor shoulders his rifle and shrugs; at least the bodies are still here. At both ends of the street are an advancing army of hellish creatures. They raise weapons as they approach the doctor, their footsteps echoing with every thud. Gunfire sounds across the city.

The doctor's coat billows dramatically as he pushes his dark glasses up the bridge of his nose and tuts in admonishment at this brazen display of public terror, and after fishing around for a moment produces the cube, the gaps between the pieces still glowing like a distant sun. As the front lines of the army bear down on him, he squeezes the cube; the pieces jump away from each other and begin rotating of their own volition, vibrating as the energy builds. The doctor smiles brightly, and says "surprise!".

The light intensifies, building as it envelops the street. There is a strange sensation, as if the universe is being sliced into an infinite number of pieces and turned inside out, before the energy implodes with a terrible roar and for Qwerty's soldiers, the whole world folds in on itself...

[Shalashaska]

[Basic recap time: correct me if I'm wrong.
- I am at the Military base by the airport with the general. Despite losing most of the decoy fighters, the transports were sucessful in their deployment, and we have a substantial forward base, with heavy weaponary, tanks and whatnot.
- R.O and Verrci are currently talking to each other on a hill. Verrci's weapon may or may not be damaged, and R.O has a black version of the same weapon. R.O is a demi-god, but with somewhat reduced powers
- The doctor, Qwerty, and anyone else who I didn't mention... oh hell I don't know, fill me in please :D

Wait...Verrci is a girl? Bugger.
In the fiht I found a weapon (a cut off gunblade) on her/him. Its of significantly more power than his, and I was saying that gunblade has a silver revolver (like Squall's) on it, while I have two un-gunbladed revolvers, like ocelot. We have a task that I will point out later today, when i come back. Then Verrci can do whatever. I don't want my character to come in and murder everyone instantly, it will be possible for him to die, but in his own realm (where they are now) he is really strong. There will be some date between 1500's and 2000 where he loses his powers, and he doesn't know about it. Expect several time warps, and complicated battle strategies. I have sooooo many ideas. I like Fruitbats comical tinge to your part as well, I couldn't pull that off without seeming cheesy.:P

They stood there for a time, the wind billowing Siorai's coat and whipping Vercci' hair.
"...when are we starting? What year is this?" Vercci asked.
"Well, we begin in 1956, when the first zombie is formed by the demon Lord. This year is 1949." Siorai answered.
"!949? We have to wait 7 years?" Vercci was slightly scared at this.
"No, I have to wait 7 years, you will sleep. It will seem like an instant to you. It is my burden." Siorai assured him, "But if you want to ask any questions I will answer them if I am allowed."
"Okay..who doesn't allow you?"
"My father. I may not tell you who he is" Siorai's eyes softened at that moment.
"Is there anything else you can tell me about what we have to do?"
"No. You will be told at the time. It is outof your hands." Siorai said.
"Okay, as long as I have all my equipment it'll be okay. I'm ready." Vercci said, steeling himself.
Siorai raised his hand.
"Wait! One more thing, why the hat and sunglasses?"
Siorai lifted up the peak of his hat, and put down the sunglasses.
His eyes were black, with a red pupil.
Then Vercci fell asleep.

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty stood on the floor in front of his army, in a distorted parallel world, in front of Vercci, Fruitbat and the rebel alliance ( :D ) every soldier was equipped with a high-powered plasma-cannon, welded on to their armour, which covered every inch of their body. 'Prepare arms.' Said Qwerty calmy, 'Take aim.' Vercci took a step back, 'Fire!' Screamed Qwerty, at last showing some emotion, the troops fired...

[Shalashaska]

Wait...do you mean there in Isino's realm? But...my storyline. You couldn't edit that and take Varcci and the parallel world out? You're killing me here....

[doctor_fruitbat]

Thousands of bullets tear through the air, yet their progress is slightly impeded as they stretch into infinity and are sucked into the cube. The doctor lights up and takes a slow, measured drag, looking around what appears to him as the same old street, and grins as he taps his glasses. Knew they'd come in handy for this.

He looks around at the terrible army, and frowns. Can't see this going anywhere good any time soon. Maybe it's time for a second go at things. As he bids Qwerty a fond farewell, the cube spins, the inside out sensation turns upside down and side to side, and everything turns white...

Wait, damn, I should really write myself a note, in case I forget all this. Oh for god's sake, I know I have a pencil in here somewhe-

Dr Fruitbat wakes up surrounded by rubble. What the hell was I doing last... month? God almighty! How long was I out of it? The doctor stands up shakily, brushing pieces of dust and his assistant's blood off his lab coat. It's not coming off... Oh well, that's what dry cleaners are for. Wonder if any of the lab equipment survived. Damn. Still, at least I have my health. Wait, what's this in my ear? It's my assistant's finger. Fantastic! I wonder where the rest of him went; I never did have enough samples... Hearing an unearthly moan nearby, the doctor picks up his mug, fishes out another finger and goes to get coffee. Hell, you can't start a day full of ethereal moaning without a good caffeine buzz.

[flippinell]

Keep on walking, keep on walking, then we shall find the meat. Flip stumbled across the rubble, repeatedly falling over but always getting back up again. He felt his jaw coming loose some while back and now it's just hanging by a thread. ahh well he'll just have to tear 'em up more when he gets 'em. As he just crests a hill of concrete he spots a figure in a once white, now red lab coat.

"Eeet" he cries as he speeds up to tear the ol' doctors head off

[Shalashaska]

Vercci awoke to a kick in the ribs.
"Get up" Siorai said.
"Just ten more minutesWhat? Has it started?" said Vercci in surprise.
"Just get up, I can explain it to you now."
Vercci stood up. The place was the exact same after 7 years.
"Miss me?" he said.
"No, not really, seeing as you were there all the time." Siorai replied."Stop trying to make jokes, this part is now serious. Doctor Fruitbat will take care of funny."
"Wha-"
"Nothing, just listen." silenced Siorai.
He stood up, and started to check his equipment.
"Right, in thew world there is a balance of powers, basically, you can't let things go wrong. The only way for things to go right is if we go to the earth and makes sure it goes the way you saw everything. The Gods have supplied me with everything you haven't seen. Apart from the faith of the universe, "The soldier of Gods" has to be thought teamwork for this. Thats me."
Vercci nodded. He thought he understood.
"Right. We will be starting in the lab with this Qwerty chap-Vercci's hands tightened in fists- at times we'll have to split up, and work together. Some things happen at the same time, and others require more manpower."
Vercci nodded again.
"Easy, right? There is one little catch. We'll be in an alternate dimension-we'll be able to see everything, but no one will see us. Also there are demons, sent by the devil Luza. They will be trying to stop us, but they can barely tell their right from their left. They just have power. We have to warp in, do what must be done and warp out. It is extremely important that you don't let anyone see you. Most of all your past self. Understand?"
"Yes. let's start." The full realisation of this had finally dawned on Vercci.
Wait until he told his friends....they'd never bel-focus!
"Right, and last thing, here." Siorai took a silver gunblade from his belt and gave it too him.
"Your old weapon."

[doctor_fruitbat]

Dr Fruitbat frowns. Why doesn't the coffee machine work? :mad: He picks it up and hurls it across the room. Take that technology! As the door behind him bursts open, Dr Fruitbat turns angrily with a shout of "oh for fuck's sake, WHAT!?".

The zombie seems unperturbed and continues in its lurching amble across the break room floor. The doctor sighs; these things again? Every day a damned hallucination. Maybe I need that holiday. Then again, I did book one, but that turned out to be a dream as well. My last girlfriend too. Still, better take care of this. Calmly and methodically, the doctor picks up a chair, weighs it thoughtfully, turns and wangs the zombie's head across the room. It hits the coffee machine, which gives a half-hearted cough and spits out a thin trickle of coffee. The doctor narrows his eyes as he sucks slowly on a post-hallucination cigarette. Right then; time to find someone to whale on. Hefting his office chair, Dr Fruitbat kicks open the door and strides out in search of Starbucks and chops to bust.

He stops. Wait. No, it's gone. I'm such a scatterbrain, aren't I? Re-hefting the chair, he continues on his way.

[Vercci]

Verrci is a girl?

QFT


I won't hold it against you Hydralisk, Though I'm a dude/guy/male/dick :D

Vercci took the gunblade from Siorai, as if he could trust him after meeting Siorai for the first time...Or was it? He couldn't be sure now, But as he took a firm grip on the gunblade, he felt as if electricity was flowing through his body. A slightly painful sensation indeed, but he couldn't let go of the gunblade yet. After a few seconds had passed, Vercci Remembered a different style of fighting with the gunblade. He couldn't remember where or when he learnt it, He just knew. Curious, Vercci spent a few minutes slashing the air as if it were a Zombie hoard. This all changed when he felt his strength Fall out of his body like a toilet being flushed. Just before he passed out, Siorai said "It's time"

[Shalashaska]

Ah, I see. If I wasn't lazy I'd go back and see about that but anywho...
I was just wondering, has anyone noticed that Isino looks a bit like the Weebl avatar to my left? No? Okay.

Siorai grabbed Vercci, slung him over his shoulder and walked through the portal. The portal closed. The were now in another dimension.

Siorai drew a dagger and one of his guns, holding them at his side, walked on.
Vercci stumbled after him, still disoriented.
"What happened there?" He asked.
"The gunblade is a little too powerful for you to handle right now. You'll get used to it, trust me. Try not to pass out in the middle of a fight."
Siorai seemed like less of a tight ass in here.
"You've.....lightened up." Vercci said.
Siorai laughed. "In my realm I have a lot on my mind, and the Gods are feeding messages to me. I'm a little more relaxed now." he explained.
Vercci looked down at the dagger. It was about a foot and a hlaf long and he held it backwards. It was concealed under his heavy coat, and looked deadly.
Siorai was handling it very loosly though.
"Here, tell me, whats Cactusman doing? I told him to keep low, how did he go about it?" Siorai asked.
"Well, he was a homeless man, but he was fairly proficent with modern weapons. He.....he's dead now." Vercci said.
Siorai stopped. His head dropped. He only knew about 5 humans at this point and they were all dead.
Then, he seemingly recovered, and walked on.
"The Gods will care for him."

They were in a lab of some sort. A man stood there, mixing some things over a dead body.
He dropped the vial, swore, and went to get a rag.
"It seems Qwerty was a lot poorer before he made the zombies." Vercci muttered.
Siorai looked through the vials on the shelf, selected a black one, and went through to the real world.
Here he unstoppered it and poured it on the mess. This caused a fair amount of smoke to rise, as Siorai stepped back through.
"How?" Vercci asked.
"The power in the gunblade, mine is in my crossbow, but yours is in the gunblade. I've learned to do it without out touching the crossbow, but you have to touch the gunblade, and call the power in your mind. Then step through."
Meanwhile, Qwerty had come back in, and saw the mess. He looked at it, and, using a dropper, dropped some on the body. The body groaned and stood up.
Qwerty almost squealed with delight and scraped th emess of the floor into a bucket, he ran off to the nearest graceyard.
"Bastard." Vercci muttered.

[Mister Qwerty]

As Qwerty scrapped the mess into the bin, a portal appeared in the wall. Mystified, he lumbered over to it, as he got closer he could hear a voice. His own. He then stepped through it and saw himself stood on in front of an army. They all stared at the past Qwerty, then looked back to the front and said in perfect unison, 'He is the Master. Do not shoot.' 'Master...' Qwerty said...

[Shalashaska]

Siorai look on at this.
"...WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?"
He quickly stepped through, grabbed Qwerty by the back of his coat, and went back.
Then he deftly hit him in the head, and put his hand on his eyes.
He slowly began to extract the memories from him....
Then he dropped him, and knelt down.
"You okay." Vercci asked.
"Yeah, that just took a bit of power. Put him back in the room. I've reimlanted the notion of going to the graveyard in his head. Let's move on."
Vercci clenched the gunblade, and shover Qwerty through the warp.
"Where to next?"
"The office of a man called Fruitbat..."

[doctor_fruitbat]

The doctor sits and takes a breather, contemplating the cheese in the fridge, now so hairy it lives on the downs of Yorkshire, running free with its brethren of sheep. But hope is not lost...

...There's an asian cornershop just down the road.

No, hang on, something isn't right here. Isn't it? Maybe it is. I'm going mad here, I tell you.

[flippinell]

Flip wakes up in shadows, his head still hurts after that doctor shot it off, but wait, how can he still be alive if the meat finally shot him?
"All will be explained, later," a voice speaks out from the darkness.
"Aren't I supposed to be dead?" Flip asks, not knowing what else to ask in a situation such as this.
"How can you kill one who is already deceased?" asks the voice, "No you merely had to be detached from this mortal coil,"
"Really now and how can I get reatched to it may I ask?" Flip doesn't care for politeness at the moment, after all how can you kill that which is already dead?
"By performing a small favour for me," the voice states plainly, Flip can almost see it examining it's nails.
"Right and what is this favour? Oh." Flip's head is suddenly full of facts, skills, memories and the aforementioned favour.
"Do you accept?"
"I don't know, I mean I've already died once and well..."
"If you don't I shall write you out of existence."
"You can do that?"
"Try me."
Flip sighs and looks around, desperatly trying to be nonchelant "Ahh fine then, you know I won't be able to get them in my current condition?"
"A body shall be provided."
"And when shall I start?"
"Now"
Suddenly Flip is standing in a ruin of an alley, brushing dust off his shoulder and fingering the perfectly crafted sword at his side. This will do fine, he thinks to himself. After adjusting his new top hat, the new Flip steps out into the Brave New World, ready to start a huntin'.

[Shalashaska]

Flip, if that voice was mine, I love you.

Anywho..

They walked through the city, on their way to fruitbat's.
When they reached his residence, they found fruitbat staring at some vials of liquid, trying to make something, Siorai presumed.
A quivering assistant stood beside him. The helper had obviously heard of Fruitbat's reputation was widely spread, as he had 50 odd assistants...
He added this and that to the mixture, then bowed his head in frustration.
"I need some coffee!" he declared," You,what'syourname, ready the anylium polomathe."
"Ye-yes sir!"
The doctor stalked out of the room.
"Right, let's go" Siorai said.
He stepped through, and walked over to the table.
"Add this, and this, and some this and....."
Vercci was eyeig the assistant. I he turned around he must be killed.
"And the final ingredient, Sulfer. Too much sulfer. Senji's law." (If you know what I'm talking about I'll give you some rep.)
They stepped back through.
"Good thing he didn't turn around." Vercci said.
"Well it's not going to matter in 5 minutes. Let's go."
They trooped off.

[Hydralisk]

I crept along the edge of the buildings' roof, stalking the hell-army with five elite soldiers at my back. Strange, I think to myself, most of the zombies seem to have disappeared now. I wonder if that hellforce is somehow turning them into brutal, elite soldiers? I shudder at the thought; the previous year a census of the town had placed the population at just shy of 35,000. That would be a sizeable army to deal with under most circumstances, especially these "gifted" minions.

Suddenly, a man steps in front of the hordes of hell, and unleashes a small object. It begins to swirl slightly, and soon has the whole army immersed into it's awesome power. However, one half of the object unexpectedly spins around, causing the light to hit the figure in the street, who was unprepared, searching for something in his pocket. The next instant, he vanishes, and the object apparently switches off, the decimation of the batallion of evil complete.

Quickly jumping onto an emergency stairwell, I rush down the stairs and run out onto the street. The object, a smallish cube, is whole again. I cautiously pick it up, and observe it carefully. There is the tiniest of lights inside of it, but it is otherwise featureless. I put it in my pocket, and turn back to my original objectives...

[Apologies for any inconvenience :) and sorry again Verrci and Revolver :D ]

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty felt himself being lifted with rough hands, and then woke up as he was shoved in the presence of himself. 'Who brought you here?' Qwerty said, 'Siorai,' replied the other Qwerty, the first Qwerty nodded. 'Find the portal. It's time to invade their world.' The soldiers turned and marched...

[Shalashaska]

Note- You should probabley all continue on the regular time line of where you were in the story, Vercci and I are in the past.
If you feel the need to put something down in the past when we effect you, put some sort of note at the top, or something. The time warps can get confusing.

They walked down the road, heading towards a big building.
Suddenly, there was an explosion behind them, and a cry of pain.
"I put some special gas in the mixture with the sulfer. The doctor won't remember a thing." Siorai said."I mgiht have actually put in too much, we were pressed for time."
"Where to next?" Vercci asked.
"Theres someone who needs to do a job for us, he's collapsed in this alley."
The walked down the alley, Vercci saw a faint figure lying on the ground.
It was a zombie.
"Watch yourself. Everything is lost if you kill him." Siorai warned.
Siorai opened up a hole, and spoke through it, taking a long blade from his coat.
*Story in Flip's post.*
As the new man walked away, Siorai suddenly put his hand on his crossbow.
His eyes widened, and his brow creased.
"Whats wrong?" Vercci asked.
"The demons, servants of Luza....they come!" Siorai spun around, drawing his revolvers......

[flippinell]

Flip continued to stalk the maze of streets that used to be his home. Occasionally he sniffed the air and tapped the walls around him, listening closely to the sounds they made. Eventually he walked down another alley, a dead end with the only way out being a ladder leading up the side of the wall in front of him.

After tapping the wall a few times again, Flip climbed the ladder out onto a flap roof. Almost casually he walked across it and over to the opposite edge and looked down onto a main street full of rubble and broken shop fronts, the centre of it though had been unscathed and it was down here that four armoured figures were walking in a square shaped formation. Gods, they're more organized than the zombies, Flip thought, if Qwerty progresses even further he'll get 'em writing Hamlet, ah well better shoot first and ask questions later. Flip took out a large, unmarked pistol out from the folds of his suit and took aim. Within four shots time the soldiers had been disabled and their destroyer was sitting on a large pile of rubble with a skull balanced delicately on his fingertips.
"To be or not to be, that is the question," he giggled. Then his face became sombre and he stood up to his full height. "Time to get going," he said to himself as he ajusted his attire.

[Mister Qwerty]

Excuse me, flippinell, they're not zombies, they're hyper-intelligent souless killing machines.

Anyway, as the cameras on the advance guard went off, Qwerty knew that something was wrong, his soldiers had no souls, therefore, they were immortal. So either the camera had been shot, or a weapon had been devolped, and since the camera was a part of the indestructible armour, he decided that some sort of 'life extractor' weapony-thing had been invented, so he decided to launch a full scale attack...

[Shalashaska]

Come on Vercci, we're the only ones who can progress our story, can't you post a little more? Pretty please!

Vercci drew his gunblade, eyes searching past Siorai.
A grotesque monster with red skin and black eyes appeared. Spit oozed from his mouth, and huge fangs poked from huge closed lips. A horn a foot long crowned his forehead, and he had a blad, shiny head.
It was rather short, with, strangely, thin bones and fat almost slipping off, which made loud slapping noises if it moved.
Then it was joined by others.
Some were tall, others were smaller, but all there heads were the same.
"Modelled on the features of Luza." Siorai muttered.
Then he drew a revolver and shot the first demon in the head 3 times.
It dropped to the ground, but didn't seem to die.
"I'll stun them, but your gunblade will kill them. Go!"
They started woeking through the hordes, the demon's thick skulls only being penetrated by no less than 3 bullets.
Blood lay in the parallel dimension, and often the two men had to retreat.
There seemed to be no end.
After and hour of hard fighting, the two lay behind a crate.
"Where are they?" Vercci asked.
"There still coming...." Siorai placed his hand on the crossbow and closed his eyes. "Dammit, we're late. You, go. I'll hold these off. You need to take care of your event that you saw. Leave everything else to me."
"But...you can die here. And you can't kill them without this." He fingered the gunblade.
"Whatever do you mean?" Siorai smirked darkly and threw his dagger up in the air and caught it.
"Now go." He said, and came from behind the crate.......

[Mister Qwerty]

Silence lay heavily on the post-apocalyptic streets of the parallel world, which was quickly broken by the rapid marching of millions of soldiers, whenever anything moved, the front line shot it in perfect unison, never missing a shot. Qwerty heard voices, 'TURN!' He yelled, and the soldiers took an immediate left, firing their plasma cannons at a turning figure which ran through a portal...

[doctor_fruitbat]

"Look, I was only making polite conversation. If you're going to be like that, I'll take my business elsewhere".

The zombie checkout assistant cares not for such idle threats, and continues its spirited attempts to turn the good doctor inside out. The doctor is unimpressed by its efforts, not least due to the missing leg that impedes its progress, and its tendency to miss key obstacles such as trolleys, shelves and gigantic stacks of cans. The doctor winces as the till monkey disappears under a pile of Artista Pinot Grigio 2006 with a loud crash; a poignant moment, and yet he cannot stifle a hearty guffaw as the zombie attempts to right itself with only one limb to its name.

The doctor collects his shopping and heads for the door. But as the zombie screams in rage, the doctor looks back, and a horrible vision of death and bloodshed passes across his eyes; he blinks and swipes his hands, batting away the horrible images. They fade, and the doctor scratches his chin. Odd. Well, I'm off to the pool!

[Mister Qwerty]

Inside the desolate lab in the real world, Vercci ran through the portal accompanied by plasma shots, he ran into the elevator shaft (previously destroyed by the monster thing) and climbed up desperately. The troops went through and fired at the elevator shaft as Vercci escaped...

[flippinell]

Flip carefuly balanced himself on the edge of the roof, taking random, but suprisingly accurate, potshots at passing armoured soldiers. Qwerty must've noticed that someone was slowly whittling away his army, but he seemed to be in hot pursuit of someone else. Ah there was another one, a single shot to what Flip thought were the beings main source of power or heart or lifeforce or whatever rendered the metal benemoth useless.

Suddenly there was a frantic banging on the emergency door behind him that nearly caused a rather nasty accident involving Flips face and the pavement/plasma gun-wielding metal souless killers below. Nevertheless he was able to keep his balance just long enough to drag himself up onto the main bulk of the roof and walk across to the large, sealed metal fire exit. The banging was getting more frantic, until Flip slapped the palm of his hand on the door, then there was just the sound of someone trying not to tip backwards and some very strong language. Ahh so it's not one of them, Flip thought, they probably wouldn't even knock.
"Sorry about that mate, he shouted aloud through the door "stand back will you? I have an idea on getting you out of there!" When he was satisfied that the stranger had got well out of the way, Flip shot into each of the doors corners, sending it crashing down and narrowly missing his toes.

Standing in front of him now stood a very bedraggled and bloodstained Vercci who just sighed and said in a very weary voice:
"Not another one of you guys,"
"What, have I done something wrong?" Flip had half a mind to send the newcomer back down the elevator shaft he had come up, but Vercci was having none of it.
"What are you then, raised by the Gods of the Dark Void to combat the Demon Lord Lorza or whatever, given a sword forged in the heart of some old dieing star as a War God's wedding present and now you've been sent to help me complete my destiny in the whople great scheme of things. Is that what you are?"
"Umm yeah sure, why not? Almost got the sword part right and his name's Luza but otherwise you got it all wrong. Now I think we should get out of here quite fast, don't you?" Flip was making his way to a ladder down to the side of the building and into yet another alley, gesturing for Vercci to follow, who just sighed and followed this new supernatural entity.

[Vercci]

Come on Vercci, we're the only ones who can progress our story, can't you post a little more? Pretty please!

Vercci drew his gunblade, eyes searching past Siorai.
A grotesque monster with red skin and black eyes appeared. Spit oozed from his mouth, and huge fangs poked from huge closed lips. A horn a foot long crowned his forehead, and he had a blad, shiny head.
It was rather short, with, strangely, thin bones and fat almost slipping off, which made loud slapping noises if it moved.
Then it was joined by others.
Some were tall, others were smaller, but all there heads were the same.
"Modelled on the features of Luza." Siorai muttered.
Then he drew a revolver and shot the first demon in the head 3 times.
It dropped to the ground, but didn't seem to die.
"I'll stun them, but your gunblade will kill them. Go!"
They started woeking through the hordes, the demon's thick skulls only being penetrated by no less than 3 bullets.
Blood lay in the parallel dimension, and often the two men had to retreat.
There seemed to be no end.
After and hour of hard fighting, the two lay behind a crate.
"Where are they?" Vercci asked.
"There still coming...." Siorai placed his hand on the crossbow and closed his eyes. "Dammit, we're late. You, go. I'll hold these off. You need to take care of your event that you saw. Leave everything else to me."
"But...you can die here. And you can't kill them without this." He fingered the gunblade.
"Whatever do you mean?" Siorai smirked darkly and threw his dagger up in the air and caught it.
"Now go." He said, and came from behind the crate.......

Ok. I've got an Idea but I have to be sure of something (it might curve around it) Did I give you the gunblade to use or do I still have it?

Sorry about not posting, I was just worried about getting something completley screwed up.


Inside the desolate lab in the real world, Vercci ran through the portal accompanied by plasma shots, he ran into the elevator shaft (previously destroyed by the monster thing) and climbed up desperately. The troops went through and fired at the elevator shaft as Vercci escaped...

I have to say where I walk and stuff. You will be able to concentrate on your part ok?


But I'm going to be in that lab though ;)

[Shalashaska]

No, somewhere back there I said that I had a dagger. You still have the gunblade. Know you have to go make sure all the events that involved you happen, so you'll be seeing alot of yourself.

Isino crouched down in the warehouse, surrounded by crates. He was loading his revolvers, and staring around him, black eyes
watching. The warehouse was surrounded by demons, and he couldn't kill of them. Not at once.
Death in this dimension would put it in a permenant loop of pain. That would doom him and the rest of the living world.
"That will not happen." he muttered.
Opening a portal he stepped through, into the real world.
Any servant of Luza would not dare follow.
The screams of frustration faded as he closed the portal......

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty went up out of the lab to find Vercci, but saw something else, a swirling black cloud overhead, his army, and hisself, on top of a building, he decided to end the loops. So he turned to face his army, 'Ready formation 063!' The soldiers arranged themselves into 10X10 blocks and raised their weapons to face the Qwerty on the roof, then every soldier fired simultaneously, hitting him squarely in the chest, thus changing the course of history, and the swirling black hole thing now couldn't be stopped...

[Vercci]

That's starting to get confusing Qwerty.....(Enough that I can't exactly follow on) Aren't you in the present?

[Insert my part of the story here]

[doctor_fruitbat]

Why do you think I went back to a simpler time? :p

"Wheeeeee!" says the doctor gleefully, as he shoots out the tunnel mouth and into the water once again. Man, I am so killer at this! I'm going to try the Xtreme slide next - head first!

The doctor wades through mounds of corpses and up the steps again. He shoves the groaning attendant out of the way - take that authority! I ain't even using a mat this time. I have no idea why it's so quiet today, but who're the ones missing out? All of you deadbeats, that's who!

He suddenly falls to the ground as a horrible, clenching pain runs through his body, as though his muscles are trying to contain something from spilling out. He gives the ring on his finger a few twists, and the pain begins to subside.

There's no time for medical complaints! The alarm just sounded.

The signalling...

Of the wave machine.

[Mister Qwerty]

That's starting to get confusing Qwerty.....(Enough that I can't exactly follow on) Aren't you in the present?

[Insert my part of the story here]
Yeah. I'm chasing a parallel you. (Will post story later. As I'm at school and it's dinner-time. Yum!)

[Shalashaska]

Isino walked through the street of people, the few who hadn't been made zombies yet. They were huddled in corners, comforting each other and trying to heal the sick.
A doctor was attempting to help some people who had been bitten, and knelt down wih his head in his hands.
Isino searched t hrough his long coat, and produced a syringe.
He walked up to the person and injected a tiny amount into the man.
The man's veins turned red again, and he rose, head hurting.
He gave the syringe to the doctor (not fruitbat) who nodded and ran away with it to the others.
"This must be stopped." Isino said.

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty fell of the building and the swirling got stronger, the winds increased, and the dead Qwerty's army turned and fired, but the shots were sucked up. Qwerty felt a strange tugging at the innermost depths of his soul and screamed out in pain, he realised that shooting his past-self had serious repercussions, he screamed out again and then disappeared as the real world was destroyed...

[flippinell]

(I think I've worked out how to get Vercci back to the lab maybe, just let me take control of yer for a sec, if there isn't a problem with that)

"Right, so tell me again why we're walking away from the lab, I think we should regroup and then assault those soldiers in small groups, maybe then we can get back to Qwerty and then..."
"Do you ever just shut up with the suicidal ideas!" Flip shouted back to his new companion. "Show us your weapon, come on hold it up," Verrci slowly unclipped the gunblade and put it up to the light, "they can snap that in half with their bare hands, probably." Flip shook his head solemnly and walked down the pavement constantly keeping his eyes out for more of Qwerty's creations, or maybe even the few zombies that had still survived, Verrci stay put with the gunblade hanging loosely in his hands.
"We could still fight them," he said, still staying put, Flip turned around again and shouted back.
"Fine then, go back then, get yourself killed, I don't care, we only just met and by Gods you ain't important!" he then turned around a corner and Verrci was left alone. With a small shrug he turned back to retrace his steps.

While Verrci was walking back to the lab Flip had beenlooking up at the sky to see a huge circle of black matter forming, he cursed under his breath as he saw several trees from a couple of blocks away getsucked into it like matches being consumed by some giant hoover. That was when he started running, trying to find a temporal anomaly or something that could get him back out of this messed up world. Just as he turned yet another corner into yet another black alley he saw a small refuge for several survivors and among them was a figure that could've been Flip's double. Isino looked up and frowned, said something to his current patient and walked over.
"Don't I know you?" he asked.
"Oh I think you do," Flip smiled wickedly.

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty woke up on a white floor with a sharp intake of breath, he stood up, shaking and saw someone watching him, 'Who are you?' he asked,
'I am The Judgement.' He replied
'What Judgement, what do you mean by Judgment? And WHERE THE HELL AM I!?' Qwerty screamed
'In the realm.'
'What realm?'
'The realm of the damned,'
'What do you mean by 'damned'?' Qwerty aske