I open the door of my office with my shotgun in my right hand, I put the shotgun's barrel into my left hand and walk forward, The sound of zombies moaning in the distance is a scary reminder of whats outside, I walk out of the stations doors, theres no one inside the small station, because all of my deputys took calls about the zombies and never returned.

I set out towards the doctors office

ooc: Alright now massacre, your free to do what you like since you'll probably be the next poster, I would suggest posting being in the doctors office try to kill your account who's a zombie or something, after that i'll come into the office and we'll play it by post from there

Rules:
1.No godmodding, Godmodding is instantly being able to do things such as, "I shot roger, Roger fell to the floor dead" unless its a zombie or NPC you can't do that, and if it is a zombie or NPC you should be a bit more discriptive

2.No Super Powers, You are all normal people, no superman powers, shooting rays,through your eyes or anything along those lines.

3. This first thread will be a First Person Roleplay, being you don't say Roger shoot the man in the face, you go I took out my pistol and uncocked the gun, I aimed for the zombies head and pulled the trigger, the head exploded, I holstered my pistol and went over to help roger out., That kind of just.

4. Don't go completely rambo, have guns but don't go around eradicating zombies with an m60, at least from the start of the Roleplay

Story: in central Pennsylvania, lies watertown, it is a small modern community, with mostly 3rd Party stores and some chain stores, it has a sheriff and a full sized Clinic, the government has recently collapsed and mostly zombies have inhabited watertown, your job, ACT, try to survive inside the town.

Charater Profile Requirements
Name:
Age:
Height:
Occupation:
Weight:
Weapons:
Bio:(Tell us about the charater, is he nice or nasty, was he ever in the army, ever comit crime, ETC)

My Character:

Name: Roger Tanner
Age: 38
Height: 6'1
Occupation: Watertown Sheriff
Weight:172 Pounds
Weapons: Beretta 92FS 9mm, Tactical Shotgun
Bio: Roger grew up in watertown, his father was the Sheriff and he took his place once his father passed on, Roger is stern person, who is loyal to the law, he is currently hold up inside the Watertown Sheriffs office.

Feel free to join up on the roleplay, once theres enough people we can start

unfortunately i am in the zombie apocalypse thread right now, but i decided to create this sign up just in case you guys had something else in mind.

general rules for this universe:

powers and abilities must be true to accepted werewolf and vampire characteristics. no jumping 10 miles in one leap, werewolf and vampire mixes are allowed, humans are allowed, no super futuristic weapons besides stuff like in Underworld at the most, no instant kills or surprise raids on the vampire or lycan (werewolf) leader. other than that have fun guys and remember to protect ya neck!

It's been three months since the zombie outbreak. Most of the world is either dead, flesh eating zombies, insane, or fighting back. All hope is gone; the fate of the world rests in the hands of the few, sane survivors.

Can you face it?

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Laine slung her thick backpack over her shoulders and climbed down the rusty ladder. Debris scattered the ground and ash still fell from the sky from the fires the government had ordered to get rid of the zombies.

Laine jumped the last few steps of the ladder and landed on the ground, her boots scuffing the black top. Her grip tightened on the steel bat in her hands and at times like these, she was grateful for her farther pushing her to play softball.

The sound of an infectee close by caught her attention and she ducked behind a turned over jeep, waiting for them to get closer.

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Name:"Blackjack" John Miller
Age:22
Weight:180
Height:6'0
Armament:M-16A2, Mossberg 500, Beretta 9mm, Combat Knife, 3 M79 Fragmentation Grenades.
Background: Born in the hills of western Virginia, John grew up in a fairly middle class family. At nineteen he joined the United States Marine Corps and after going through basic was shipped out to Afghanistan. He did two tours in said country before being shipped back state side. During his time there he recieved two purple hearts and the silver star for valor in the field. His ascension through the ranks was purly battlefield promotions as most of his CO's, I.E., Sergeants, Lietuenants and Captains were killed in action. His unit, the 56th Marines were soon dubbed the "Grim Reapers" not only for dishing out death but for taking it as well. Two months into his stay in the states his unit was called into action when North Korea declared war on the South and the Chinese joined in on the Norths side. Deploying with the U.S. 7th Fleet word soon reached the battlegroup after its departure from Norfolk that the 2nd and 12th fleets were knocked out by thermonuclear explosions. With rage pumping through their veins the sailors and Marines of the 7th were ready for battle after their passage through the Panama Canal and their linking up with the 9th Fleet in San Fransico Bay. During their time passing through the Gulf of Mexico and Panama Canal word soon began to filter in of turmoil on the homefront. First it was civil unrest, blamed on America's entrance into the Korean conflict. But it wasn't long before internet sites like YouTube and others began to paint a different picture of the unrest. It wasn't just rioting that was occurring, it was something far more deadlier. By the time the 7th Fleet reached San Fransico all out war was being waged on the mainland, the pillars of smoke hovering over San Fransico itself a testament to this. To make a long story short the 9th Fleet mutanied and engaged the 7th in hard combat. The battle lasted for hours, both sides taking massive losses. At the end of the day though the 7th, or what was left ot it came out the victor, the 9th completely destroyed. Now with only the heavily damaged aircraft carrer USS Enterprise along with the moderately damaged destroyers USS Saratoga and USS Valley Forge those that remain are left to face the horrors that await them on the mainland.
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San Fransico Bay
1:52 P.M.
USS Enterprise

Black, putrid smoke still wafted skyward from the fires that were slowly dying out on the Enterprise. The ships expertly trained fire crews had managed to save the ship, but the cost had already been paid. Thousands were dead, many of their bodies floated lifelessly in the bay that the remnants of the 7th Fleet occupied. Out of the 7th's twenty-seven ships only three remained, all of them damaged. But, the crew's of these ships were kept busy by damage control, allowing their minds to forget the horrors that were occuring on the mainland. By now they all knew, hell if you didn't know you must be living under a rock. It had been a week since it had all started and already the war was lost. The bodies of the recently deceased had begun to return to life and attack the living. Anyone bitten by one of these reanimates were, after the infection took their lives reanimated themselves only to kill and turn those around them.

The Federal government for all intents and purposes had disolved, although rumors abounded that the President and his cabinet had relocated to a safe and secure location somewhere far away from the war that was currently being waged. Regardless the war that the 7th Fleet was meant to fight in Korea was all but forgotten, the Koreans succumbing to the infection like the rest of the world.

Standing on the mangled deck of the USS Enterprise, Marine Lieutenant "Blackjack" John Miller peered towards the shore only a mile or two away. The smell of the air made his nose crinkle as the smell of salt, burning fuel and death filled his nostrils. He knew in his mind that the smell of death wasn't just coming from the area surrounding the ships, it was coming from the mainland. At this point he was still having trouble wrapping the entire situation around his mind. The dead returning to life? Not only that but they were killing everyone around them? It sounded like a storyline to some Hollywood flick, not something that happened in real life. But, from what he had been told by his superiors it was indeed happening, and sooner rather than later he and his men would have to face it head on.

At the thought of his fellow troopers he sighed, tears welling up in his eyes. The fight with the 9th Fleet had cost him most of his friends, guys he had went through basic together, guys who he had fought alongside in Afghanistan, his brothers were now gone. All that was left was a dozen men of the 56th, and he was now their commander and he had no idea what he was going to do when the time came to go onto the field. But, as he walked along the deck of the carrier he remembered that it would be atleast a day or two before a shore party was sent out to see what was going on.

Regardless he knew in his mind that what they would find on the mainland would be worse than what they had already been through. Suddenly the hand held radio clipped to his belt began to sound off. Pulling it from the clip he raised it to his ear and listened.

"To any and all military forces still active in the southern California area. This is Admiral Michael Burns of the U.S. 7th Fleet. We are currently broadcasting on all channels and are heavily damaged. We are down to three vessels still afloat but are capable of sending an expeditionary force onshore to link up with any forces still resisting on the mainland. If you are hearing this and are able to transmit we are receiving on alll channels. If you can hear this but are unable to transmit please give us a sign of your presence. This message will continue to repeat on all channels until contact is made. This is Admiral Burns signing off."

Returning the radio to his belt John smiled, realizing that the expeditionary force mentioned would be he and his dirty dozen. Turning on his heels John began to head back towards the barracks to inform his men to be prepared to move on a moments notice. He was growing tired of being on the water anyway.

(Alrightly folks thats just the beginning. I hope to see some of ya'll join in.)

Personally:
The Alien from Independence Day

Lt. Thomas Dead lifts his binoculars and looks through them, in the distance he can see a large number of Undead coming in towards his position. He lowers his binoculars and runs things through his head again. It had only been a few days before he and his squad set up this outpost to keep watch over undead flowing into Pennsylvania's borders. There had been quite a bit of activity. The position he had been order to set up in was very unstable, Two men had disappeared from the base and when they had returned they where trying to kill their former brothers in arms. They had seen a lot of undead pass by and had to call for support to destroy some of the hordes that attacked them.

He knew that they couldn't hold this position against the incoming undead but he kept thinking of someway he could do it, but nothing came to mind, which left him with one option, radio command.

"Conrad, Get me command on the line" said the Lt to a rather nerdy looking soldier, the soldier fiddled with the radio then handed it to the LT. The LT spoke into the radio "Alpha Talon to Command, Alpha Talon to command". It took a few seconds to get a response. "This is Command, Whats your situation?," was the response from a female voice on the other end.
"We have a large number of Walkers headed towards our location and we can not hold, request evac asap". It took a few more minutes before another response came on "10-4, Evac is on its way, your unit has been ordered back to base for reassignment, radio the cooridnates in to Artillery for the horde headed towards you, good luck, over and out". Thomas dead did excatly as he was told, and within a few minutes artillery shells landed in the horde.

The unit got ready for its evacuation and jumped into the Black Hawks when they arrived, they watched from the windows as a Bomber laid down a Carpet Bomb upon the horde...

In order to survive the island and be rescued by a scantily clad Milla Jovovich, you must complete three difficult tasks.

1. Choose one of the vixens to survive with you. (Presumably for a hot threesome with Milla eventually.)

2. Choose one vixen to eat so that you do not die of starvation.

3. Choose one vixen to skin alive and turn into a tent to protect you from the elements.

Leave your answers below. Who lives? Who dies? It's for you to decide.

Hello, my name is Paul Williams III and would like to see, you make a mmofps zombie game, if you guys could consider it.  I would like the game to be conserve ammunition when doing missions, or survival stages. The bases where you can buy or what ever currency you can use to get weapons and material.
      It would be a military base or some kind of survival outpost. There would be locations of big city's and of big country areas for the landscape and wouls suspect small towns to be in it. I would hope it would be something like world of warcraft or starwars galaxy gameplay and not of hellgate or diablo games and would want the game to be as realistic as possible.
      Able to pick up items like Resident Evil. I would also think there would be hunting knives and swords as well as black powder pistols that you retrieve from buildings and would not be able to buy. Like i said though, I want it to be conservative of ammunition when doing missions and would be able to find ammunition in farm houses and gang hideouts as well as police stations.
     I would suspect to be Raiders or outcast bikers that group up against us for their survival to steal and pillage for their means. The Zombies could be different types like the normal infected zombies mindless, and  smart zombies that other npc units to go against us.
      You could also for some missions, pick up video tapes that could show people trapped in a room with guns that are about to be eaten by the zombies, and what you can do is retrieve the video and give it to their familys for closure and get a reward. You Will be able to ride Motorcycles,quads,dirtbikes,gocarts, normal vehicles.
      I would think there would be some classes like
     survivor,military soldier,cop,swat,green beret,jurnalist.
Hope it would either start out as a comet hitting Earth or astroid, which brings disease, or human made that gets out of hand and reaches the public. A story that can intrigue the players.
     Survivors would start out by themselves and begin with pistols or low pump action shotguns.
Cops start out with pistols,semi-shotguns,m16s
military start out with m4,m16,ak-47, as well as light machine guns
Swat & Green Berets start out with sub machine guns with grenades,mp5,skorpian and Such weapons.
Jurnalist start out with the police and get Camera, for valubale trade taking pictures for the army, Pistols basically money maker.
Zombie List
Normal Infected, Bite Hands
Zombie with gun   ACC 50% Slow Shooting
Zombie Pukes acid  Throws up
Smart Zombie   (Boss) Like two times bigger formatable with a gun, crow bar or something.
Radioactive zombie (Boss) Radiation blast or something
Dog Zombie  Biting
Catamount Biting claws
Bear Zombie  claw biting, charge

Wild animals
Couger
Grizzly
bobcat
Some deadly some not when in the countryside; nuetral animals would be in as well

Outcast bikers
Crowbars,baseballbats and weapons

By 1987,The USSR had conquered Most of Europe, Except for Finland and Great Britain, Finland has been holding off the Russians for quite sometime, and the British are on Their last legs. The USSR Launched an assault on the Western Coast of the United States, they have pushed through and taken over most of the West Coast. The USSR had been Developing a new EMP strike, which would render almost ever NATO and UN Nuclear missile unable to fire. Using advanced satellite, they disabled the United States' ability to retaliate.

Following a few weeks of fighting on the West Coast, the Russians Launched a nuclear attack against Texas and most of the south. The remnants of the US have relocated to Maine, and the east coast has become heavily militaristic, conscripting nearly every able bodied person.

Following the attacks on Texas and the south, large masses of Zombies have appeared, Mid Western America has become overrun with zombies, another overwhelming factor of the weakened US Government. Mexico has been having lots of trouble just holding off the Russians and Zombies.

How will you fight for? The Russians,The Americans or The Mexicans?

(I will be controlling most of the actions of the Armies and Countries until someone comes along that fits the spot to control these forces, most characters should start off Within The West Coast, Mexico, or the East Coast, for now I would suggest The East and West coast, and anyone can be trying to survive the onslaught of zombies in the Midwest.

Profile
Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Looks:
Race:
Weapons:(Characters current equipment, The Americans: M-16, Pistol of any choice, Russians: AK-47, Pistol of any choice, Grenades:Frag, Flash or Smoke)
Gear/Clothing:(Combat Uniform, Flashlight, Knife, clothing etc.)
Side:(American Military, Russian Military, or Midwest Dweller)
Rank:(Not Applicable to Dwellers, Nothing higher then Lt. for Americans and Sgt. For Russians)
Personality:
Bio:

My Profile
Name: Thomas Dead
Age:28
Height: 6'2
Weight: 190
Looks:Black Hair, Blue eyes, war torn look
Race:Caucasian
Weapons:M-16, Colt M1911, Frag Grenades
Gear:Standard Issue United States Army Ranger Uniform
Side:United States Army Rangers
Rank: Lt.
Personality:Strict, doesn't take shit, but cares about his men
Bio: Thomas was born in New York, and grew up with nearly no friends and limited Social Contact, after leaving school, he worked a few years as a Train Conductor, where he learned how to work with people again. He joined up in the Army when he turned 21 and has been in the army ever since.

(when I start the actual RP thread, I will have many more details as to how this will go.

PLOT LINE

Here it goes...

Based on the movie DOG SOLDIERS you and your fellow mates will take the roles of either a breed of werewolves or a unique rookie or elite soldier sent in by a secert military branch of the United States that deals with such... missions... of the unknown, if you will.
Your mission is too silence the following...

-Werewolves and any other oppsing threats that are in the way of YOUR duty

You'll be dropped off by a british helicopter as this takes place in the Highlands of Scoutland at 7pm 30 mintues till darkness takes over. Your terrain will be the big great out doors surrounded by woods and nothing but woods along with rivers, rocks and over course the annoying cold weather. It is November 26th 1993. Mission code named, ''Volf'' your destination is a few miles away, there will be a jeep issued for you hidden behind a broken down, vacant shack near a muddy road. The destination is a simple manor house.

You will link up with a smaller team called, ''special forces'' where they will help you in your mission.

MAP of manor house

Floor 1: Contains 1 bathroom, a living room with 3 windows, dining room with 4 windows, kitchen with 1 window, reading room with no window, one closet
Floor 2: Contains 3 bedrooms one window in each bedroom, 1 bathroom small window, 3 closets (one in each bedroom), a study room with a wide window (research room)
Addict: Contains boxs, very hot, one window. vents.
Basement: Contains dryer, washer, storage room, boiler room and a hidden crypt (a burial place)
Crypt: contains a maze full of dead freash or rotting or old bodies. Rituals and occult endevours are also held here, a ritual room, medival laboratory

MAP of front yard

Shed: contains farming tools and hay?

MAP of backyard

Small cemetary: contains tons of grave stones, an atlar at the far end.

May God be with you men!

There will be two teams, the werewolves and the soldiers, pick your side.
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Werewolf Character Sheet (Only seven werewolves are allowed, if there are seven werewolves, no more werewolves)
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Name: what is your werewolves name?
Gender: Boy or girl?
Age: How old is your Werewolfe?
Breed: what type of werewolve are you? (ex: white breed)
Rank: What rank is your werewolfe? (note. im the leader)
Abilities: what attacks and powers does your werewolve have?
Height: how tall is your werewolve?
Weight: how much does your werewolve weigh?
Bio: history of your werewolf
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Soldier Character Sheet (only 10 soldiers are allowed, if there is a max of 10, no more soldiers are allowed, and if there is 10, they will be split into teams)
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Name and soldier nick name: fake name and then a nick name
Age: how old is your soldier
Gender: boy or girl
Rank: what rank are you? (note, no captine, only I can be cpt)
Height: (how tall is your character)
Weight: (how much does your character weigh)
Personality: (whats he or she like?)
Equipment: (what items to you have for this mission?)
Primary Weapon: (main gun, ex: shotgun)
Secondary Weapon: (side gun, ex: pistol)
Personal Item: (ex: a photo of wife and kids, but it can be cooler)
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RULE BOOK
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- No character controling

- Stay on topic or you'll get kicked out

- No flamming

- No spamming

- No arguing. If you have a discrepancy with someone, calmly deal with it outside of the RP through private messages.

- The only Races that you can pick are soldier or werewolf...nuf said.

- No God characters, ex: super lazzer with big armor and i can get slashed and kicked by 10 werewolves and still live, BS, stay real people ok?

Rules: No law enforcement whatsoever, take a trip out to beautiful Smalltown, Louisiana and enjoy the sights and sounds.