...Made me one happy, crazy lady. Getting Cigarette Lighters For Christmas~ Me: *opens the package* Oh mai gosh! AHAHAHAHAHA! My Dad: Oh sure! Give THOSE to the pyromaniac of the family! Me: *giggling and staring at the lighters like a crazy mad woman* My Mom: Oh stop it, honey. It's for her so she could light her therapy candles. My Dad: AND EVERYTHING ELSE! Me: My Dad: Me: My Dad: Me: Me: My precious.... *strokes the lighters* MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE~!
Oh so lonely~ I have nobody~ To call my ooooown~ WOAHOHOHOOOOOOOH! Nah, seriously. Anyone wanna visit in conversation, profile messages, or Skype...? Eh?
Wry did I do this to myself? D: I have therapy session at 10am, work at 11:30am-6:15pm, have to meet with someone at 6:40pm, then I’m going caroling with some of my peeps at 7pm-8:30pm… Spoiler
In about ten-ish minutes anyways. :'D Yup, my turn to play songs on the radio. Hopefully I won't bore you guys to death. Here's the link to the radio if you're too lazy to click on it above: http://kh-vids.net/pages/radio/ If you missed the show and wanna listen to it on your own time, here's a download link! http://www.mediafire.com/?u12x4prc8rrptrc Enjoy the show! (... Blast Away! -Gummi Ship II- It tortures me... The ice cream game on BBS... *shudders*)
... or does the holidays make some more depressed and lonely than happy and joyful like most of the Christmas songs on the radio? :\
ESPECIALLY at work... The story: Me: *sees my coworker* Carlooooooos! *desperately does not want to be in charge of his walkie talkie* Coworker: *way across the store*... *disappears from my view* Me: *gets Achmed the Dead Terrorist's voice* I KILL YOU! *turns to do something* Customer: *standing behind me with this face* O.O Me: Oh... Haaa, I don't want to be in charge of this walkie talkie... It's my coworker's... *coughs* Have you heard of Achmed the Dead Terrorist? Customer: *laughs nervously* Ahahahaha, no. Me: .... Awkward...
Or something along those lines anyways. Feeling really down in the dumps and I don't know who to really talk to so... heh. Looking for happy entertainment because tumblr is making my negative mood worse KHVidians: GO MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY! RAAAAWR! *throws potatoes at Maka* T~T
Spoiler I really need to be active more on KHVs. lol
Credit to Tummer For the Title Idea Accepted Characters/Profiles/OOC Discussion- Click ME to SEE! It's the new medical age in the year of 2017, not too far off from this day and time. The ability to replace lost limbs with bioengeriened technology, restoring lost sight, reviving those from comas, and other miracles are just appearing out of no where consecutively. But when great miracles appear, so will great trials. Viruses of every shape and size have been morphing, twisting, changing to fight off extinction from the world. One in particular has been fighting to survive, desperately holding onto what's left of it. Everyone was terrified of it in the 20th Century, but the fear sort of had died down over the decades and thus no one really thinks of it anymore. Only animals are suppose to be infected by rabies, right? Wrong. Symptoms in humans infected with rabies use to be drooling, convolutions, exaggerated sense in the bite area, excitability, loss of feeling in an area of a body, loss of muscle function, low grade fever, muscle spasms, numbness and tingling, pain at the sight of the bite, restless, swallowing difficulty, and so forth and so on. Now? It's those symptoms times ten times worse, plus a few more to add on to the list (if it wasn't bad enough already). These new symptoms in Rabies XII (as scientists are calling it) are gradual loss of normal brain function, decaying/rotting of skin/muscle/organs, urges to bite warm flesh, decoloring of normal skin pigment [may turn blue, grey, or green, due to the decay happening], rapid memory loss, feeling a loss of energy, and so forth and so on. Despite the many medical miracles of this day and time, no one was prepared to face this one on. No one knows how the infection started or how the virus begun to spread so rapidly. Since no vaccine was prepared for this or medical procedures planned to take care of these new symptoms, it began to claim whole towns, even whole cities for that matter. Schools were closed, business began to shut down, and the whole entire human population began to seriously decline. Not only were these symptoms serious, but they were also the beginning of something much worse than anyone could imagine. Those infected began to lose all brain function they had possessed all together and seemed to be moving by a different force unseen to anyone. Just as you think they're on the verge of death, they rise up from their sick bed and hobble/run/limp/hop/whatever-they-can-do-to-move to the nearest person able to stand and function and bite them [which in this case, the virus is passed on to a new host... That is if the one infected doesn't rip the victim from limb to limb first and devour them to death]. Seeing how there was no way to cure those infected with this horrible illness, the people of the communities left from the first sweep of the virus began to take desperate measures: End the misery of those suffering and survive through this with those left over. Easier said than done. Because not only did the virus decay the people, but it also crumbled the modern society. It changed the people that were left, making most of them something their not. So be careful who you deem as friend and foe... Because it's not just the "zombies" [That's what the infected are called] you have to worry about, but the people left too... ރ I will not be on 24/7 (ALL HOURS OF THE DAY) due to some issues going on at home. There will be no internet at my house here shortly and I am working part time [about to shift to full time]. The only access to the internet I have is that at the library [which opens late and closes early] and other possible internet cafes [If I can find them and if I feel like staying out of the house in the big city late at night] for the next couple of months until I can move out and move into an apartment. SO! Depending on who joins, I need a lot of you to be my eyes and ears for me. I want this RP to last, and I need all of you to behave and follow rules [And not have staff monitor you constantly, cause they have A LOT of other things to worry about]. And to make sure you're reading this, and I'll know if you did or didn't, put Undead Potato somewhere in your character skeleton. I'm going to give some people privileges to answer questions you might have, keep the story in check, inform me if something goes wrong, and I might give them power to try to change the story up a bit if it gets too chaotic. I WILL LET YOU KNOW WHO SO YOU'RE NOT ALL LIKE "OOOOH, MAKA, SO MEAN! THIS GUY IS BEING MEAN TO ME! ABLAHBLAHBLAH!" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. Seriously though, just be mature and this won't have to happen. Thank you.ރThe above rule doesn't mean I won't post and leave people hanging. I will kitties, oh I will...ރFeel free to reserve if you would like (RESERVES WILL ONLY BE HELD FOR THREE DAYS)ރFeel free to post without me! [Because it's boring to wait on someone who doesn't post] But please inform me what the heck is going on if you decide to go way ahead without me.ރDespite zombie TV-shows like The Walking Dead and High School of the Dead, keep violence at a PG-13 level. This includes romance, language, everything. Everything must stay on a PG-13 level [BECAUSE THIS IS A PG-13 WEBSITE! LOL! WE STILL HAVE SMALL PEOPLES WATCHING US! WEE!]ރNo Godmodding [Take hits, get in close scrapes, make it interesting]ރZombies shall be controlled by all (NPCs), BUT BE GENTLE ON EVERYONE! AAAAAAH!ރNO POWERPLAYING [This is a HUGE pet peeve of mine] Do NOT manipulate characters to do what you want them to do. INCLUDING the NPC zombies others are controlling (Example: "Zack stabbed the zombie in the head and killed it before it could get to Rose." CORRECT WAY- "Zack stabbed the zombie in the head before it could get to Rose, not caring about his safety." Or something like that. You know what I mean?)ރNo Autokilling Other Characters or Yourself [Unless you have talked to me or my supervisor]ރIf your character dies (And this means die in the RP, not die because of inactivity, heh) feel free to reserve a slot and make another to try to join the group.ރFeel free to join any time. HOWEVER, if you join late-ish, the group might take some time to warm up to you. MAYBE. Depends on what happens.ރTAKE BREAKS FROM ZOMBIE ATTACKS/DRAMA. Don't crazy, because the RP will become uninteresting believe it or not if it's just action, action, action! all the time. And same goes with being quiet, quiet, quiet~ all the time. You get it, just balance it and make it smooth.ރListen to the mods and the person(s) I put in charge. [Like seriously. And don't freak out if they show up (Unless you did a bad doo doo or something). They love you all, they really do.]ރYou will lose your character slot if you DO NOT post in a week [Unless you leave a message with me or my guard doggy (teehee! ^^) saying stuff has come up or you're going to be gone for this amount of time]ރOne character for each slot [For now]ރCharacters ages must range from 12-26ރHave fun. Spoiler It may not look like much, but this is gonna be your home. For right now, the supplies are stocked and ready to use any time. No one will go hungry, there's plenty of ammo, plenty of private places to hang out at, anything you need. The SNIPERS take turns on shifts to watch/protect everyone up on the roof. If there's a swarm of zombies and they attack the place, EVERYONE is required to fight and defend it. Or else you have to forfeit what you have, run to the emergency place, and be forced to start from scratch again. Most of the team (you can decide if you want to stay behind at base or not and be doing other things like making weapons or guarding the base. If you get bored, maybe have some trouble stir up close by.) are out to check out an abandon warehouse that could have potential supplies for your base. But when you got there, it turned out be... *le dramatic gasp* A ZOMBIE NEST! If you wanna get out alive, fight and run. But don't lead them back to base because that'll just lead them to where you live and you don't want that to happen. Everyone is in charge of the zombies and how they attack. But like I said, don't go super crazy with it because you don't want to die on the first post. TYPE-SUN : I'm putting you in charge of Skye when I go offline. One, I won't be on for the rest of the day to reply (and I want ALL OF YOU to keep going if I'm not on), Sunday will be shaky with internet activity, and I don't know if I'll make it at all on Monday to reply because of work. I'M GIVING YOU THE ABILITY TO POWERPLAY HER FOR HER TO COME BACK TO BASE AFTER THE FIGHT IS OVER, KAY? Maybe she gets knocked out or something to where she goes unconscious and has to be taken back to base. Whatever you want. :'D No killing her off though. :c I'd kill you if that happens. Those who haven't finished their characters yet that are reserved, make sure you read the rules completely AND YOU CAN JUMP IN, OKAY?! You can jump in as soon as you get your completed character in. Don't be alarmed we're starting off without you. Late entrances can make the coolest and most creative posts. Trust me. Been there as a late starter, done that. Thank you! If anyone has ANY questions while I'm offline, comments, concerns, contact these guys! They'll shoot me a message and I'll reply to you through them. If things go wrong in the RP, don't be alarmed if one of THESE GUYS alter the story around suddenly to get things back on track. Just work with it and be mature so it doesn't happen, okay? Doukuro tummer Myst Kingdom Hearts530[DOUBLEPOST=1354394792][/DOUBLEPOST]Duck. Spin. Fire a few shots. Slide out of view again. "Aaaaaaaagh." Skye gasped as the growling noise that sounded behind her and quickly pulled out the machete, spinning around to face one of the most ugliest zombies she had seen yet. It was about to grab her arm, but she was quicker and sliced at the appendage reaching for her and then aimed her pistol at the head, blasting it away. She quickly jumped out of the way before she was showered with rotting flesh and other gross things that come with fighting zombies and then hopped up on a crate to asses the situation. "Ah man!" she exclaimed under her breath. There was zombies, EVERYWHERE! Some were even above her, trying to figure out how to get down from their roost so they could attack the warm, not rotting fleshies. The young girl spotted her leader in the chaos and then called out to him, "Grey! We need to fall back!" Her box shook as it was suddenly rocked by zombies that spotted her, nearly throwing her off balance from her perch. Skye swore under her breath and kicked the zombie in the face right where the eye was. It howled and stumbled back, but Skye knew it would be back shortly for more. "LIKE SERIOUSLY, MAN! THERE'S FREAKING TOO MANY!" Skype shoved her pistol back in its holder and whipped out a small bomb that fit in her palm from a sack she had tied around her belt, pulled the fuse so it sparked and then threw it down at the zombies swarming around her feet. "EAT THIS YOU VULTURES!" There was a small explosion, throwing the zombies off balance which gave Skye a chance to hop down while they were distracted and back onto the solid, concrete ground. "Great place for supplies, eh?" Skye muttered to herself as she pulled out another small bomb and threw it towards another group of zombies that were heading towards her.
The Actual RP- CLICK ME Credit to Tummer For the Title Idea It's the new medical age in the year of 2017, not too far off from this day and time. The ability to replace lost limbs with bioengeriened technology, restoring lost sight, reviving those from comas, and other miracles are just appearing out of no where consecutively. But when great miracles appear, so will great trials. Viruses of every shape and size have been morphing, twisting, changing to fight off extinction from the world. One in particular has been fighting to survive, desperately holding onto what's left of it. Everyone was terrified of it in the 20th Century, but the fear sort of had died down over the decades and thus no one really thinks of it anymore. Only animals are suppose to be infected by rabies, right? Wrong. Symptoms in humans infected with rabies use to be drooling, convolutions, exaggerated sense in the bite area, excitability, loss of feeling in an area of a body, loss of muscle function, low grade fever, muscle spasms, numbness and tingling, pain at the sight of the bite, restless, swallowing difficulty, and so forth and so on. Now? It's those symptoms times ten times worse, plus a few more to add on to the list (if it wasn't bad enough already). These new symptoms in Rabies XII (as scientists are calling it) are gradual loss of normal brain function, decaying/rotting of skin/muscle/organs, urges to bite warm flesh, decoloring of normal skin pigment [may turn blue, grey, or green, due to the decay happening], rapid memory loss, feeling a loss of energy, and so forth and so on. Despite the many medical miracles of this day and time, no one was prepared to face this one on. No one knows how the infection started or how the virus begun to spread so rapidly. Since no vaccine was prepared for this or medical procedures planned to take care of these new symptoms, it began to claim whole towns, even whole cities for that matter. Schools were closed, business began to shut down, and the whole entire human population began to seriously decline. Not only were these symptoms serious, but they were also the beginning of something much worse than anyone could imagine. Those infected began to lose all brain function they had possessed all together and seemed to be moving by a different force unseen to anyone. Just as you think they're on the verge of death, they rise up from their sick bed and hobble/run/limp/hop/whatever-they-can-do-to-move to the nearest person able to stand and function and bite them [which in this case, the virus is passed on to a new host... That is if the one infected doesn't rip the victim from limb to limb first and devour them to death]. Seeing how there was no way to cure those infected with this horrible illness, the people of the communities left from the first sweep of the virus began to take desperate measures: End the misery of those suffering and survive through this with those left over. Easier said than done. Because not only did the virus decay the people, but it also crumbled the modern society. It changed the people that were left, making most of them something their not. So be careful who you deem as friend and foe... Because it's not just the "zombies" [That's what the infected are called] you have to worry about, but the people left too... ރ I will not be on 24/7 (ALL HOURS OF THE DAY) due to some issues going on at home. There will be no internet at my house here shortly and I am working part time [about to shift to full time]. The only access to the internet I have is that at the library [which opens late and closes early] and other possible internet cafes [If I can find them and if I feel like staying out of the house in the big city late at night] for the next couple of months until I can move out and move into an apartment. SO! Depending on who joins, I need a lot of you to be my eyes and ears for me. I want this RP to last, and I need all of you to behave and follow rules [And not have staff monitor you constantly, cause they have A LOT of other things to worry about]. And to make sure you're reading this, and I'll know if you did or didn't, put Undead Potato somewhere in your character skeleton. I'm going to give some people privileges to answer questions you might have, keep the story in check, inform me if something goes wrong, and I might give them power to try to change the story up a bit if it gets too chaotic. I WILL LET YOU KNOW WHO SO YOU'RE NOT ALL LIKE "OOOOH, MAKA, SO MEAN! THIS GUY IS BEING MEAN TO ME! ABLAHBLAHBLAH!" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. Seriously though, just be mature and this won't have to happen. Thank you.ރThe above rule doesn't mean I won't post and leave people hanging. I will kitties, oh I will...ރFeel free to reserve if you would like (RESERVES WILL ONLY BE HELD FOR THREE DAYS)ރFeel free to post without me! [Because it's boring to wait on someone who doesn't post] But please inform me what the heck is going on if you decide to go way ahead without me.ރDespite zombie TV-shows like The Walking Dead and High School of the Dead, keep violence at a PG-13 level. This includes romance, language, everything. Everything must stay on a PG-13 level [BECAUSE THIS IS A PG-13 WEBSITE! LOL! WE STILL HAVE SMALL PEOPLES WATCHING US! WEE!]ރNo Godmodding [Take hits, get in close scrapes, make it interesting]ރZombies shall be controlled by all (NPCs), BUT BE GENTLE ON EVERYONE! AAAAAAH!ރNO POWERPLAYING [This is a HUGE pet peeve of mine] Do NOT manipulate characters to do what you want them to do. INCLUDING the NPC zombies others are controlling (Example: "Zack stabbed the zombie in the head and killed it before it could get to Rose." CORRECT WAY- "Zack stabbed the zombie in the head before it could get to Rose, not caring about his safety." Or something like that. You know what I mean?)ރNo Autokilling Other Characters or Yourself [Unless you have talked to me or my supervisor]ރIf your character dies (And this means die in the RP, not die because of inactivity, heh) feel free to reserve a slot and make another to try to join the group.ރFeel free to join any time. HOWEVER, if you join late-ish, the group might take some time to warm up to you. MAYBE. Depends on what happens.ރTAKE BREAKS FROM ZOMBIE ATTACKS/DRAMA. Don't crazy, because the RP will become uninteresting believe it or not if it's just action, action, action! all the time. And same goes with being quiet, quiet, quiet~ all the time. You get it, just balance it and make it smooth.ރListen to the mods and the person(s) I put in charge. [Like seriously. And don't freak out if they show up (Unless you did a bad doo doo or something). They love you all, they really do.]ރYou will lose your character slot if you DO NOT post in a week [Unless you leave a message with me or my guard doggy (teehee! ^^) saying stuff has come up or you're going to be gone for this amount of time]ރOne character for each slot [For now]ރCharacters ages must range from 12-26ރHave fun. Code: Username: Name: (First and Last) Age: (12-26) Personality: Position on the Team (Nickname): Skills to Offer In This Position: [Realistic ones, please] Weapon(s) of Choice: [You may have up to three. Doesn't have to be a gun, unless you're a Sniper. If you have a gun, you must find bullets/ammunition constantly. Just a heads up.] Appearance: [Anime pictures will be lovely, thanks] Brief Bio: [And don't go changing stories during the RP.] Fears: [At least four] Loves: [At least four things they like] Theme Song: [Optional] Leader (Frigid Grey) Assistant Leader (Skye Paige Snipers 1/4 SLOTS OPENED Medics 1/4 SLOTS OPENED Scouts 2/4 SLOTS OPENED (Reserved by Jayn) Warriors 3/5 SLOTS OPENED Must be quick, brave, and smart Username: Type-Sun/TwilightBlader Name: Damon Grey (Though he hasn’t revealed his first name to others) Age: 28 Personality: Damon is a very serious and calm person who would rather assess the situation in opposed to jumping in wildly. He may seem cold and grumpy most of the time, but deep down he is a very kind person (he just has trouble expressing it). He places the safety of his allies far above his own and would do anything to make sure they stay safe. He is a brave person and so long as he can see victory or meaning in his battles he will pursue it until the end. If one were to describe him they would call him a grumpy old dad that shouldn’t be taken too seriously. What he enjoys the most is watching others enjoy themselves. The satisfaction of merely bringing happiness is all he needs. He finds his assistant’s cheerful personality to be a great asset for him since she is able to be the nice one while he is the mean one (that gets her on track). His main goal is to have everyone work as a family and not just allies. Position on the Team (Nickname): Leader (Frigid Grey) Skills to Offer In This Position: He has great combat experience against the infected and has learned a great deal of leadership from his former mentor. He also dabbles a bit in mechanics and weapon modification. Weapon(s) of Choice: A Bow (he doesn’t really use them since he doesn’t wish to waste ammo), A machete, and a combat knife Appearance: Here Brief Bio: Originally Damon lived a normal peaceful life along with a wife and daughter. It was a happy time up until the virus first hit. His wife was the first in his family to get infected, then his precious little daughter. Surrounded by his infected family and a group of other zombies, an old man suddenly appeared before him and quickly killed off the zombies that threatened his life. With the threat dispatched, the man introduced himself as Mathew and invited Damon to a resistance group that he led. He explained that the group's main goal was to lower the forces of the infected and work towards making a cure. With little option available, Damon accepted the invitation and joined the man. Damon learned everything from Mathew and treated the man as his mentor. Mathew wished heavily that Damon and the other members would be able to continue on even if he died. Together along with the other members of the resistance, Damon worked to fight off the hordes of zombies. He met and befriended many people, but at the same time loss many as well. Their opponent was unknown to them and since they lacked experience fighting the foe they were at a severe disadvantage. During a certain mission Damon lost an eye and got bitten on his left arm. Had he not cut the arm off quick enough he would have turned into a zombie. Currently Damon has a artificial left arm. Many sacrificed themselves in order to find out any intel they could gather and soon enough only a handful of resistance members remained uninfected. It wasn't until one faithful day that the zombies managed to unexpectedly break in their stronghold. The last few remaining members all soon got infected and only Damon and Mathew were left. Survival seemed grim, but in the last minute Mathew ushered his last order. "This is an absolute order from your commanding officer, flee this place and live Damon. Live and never forget your brethren and keep our dream alive", and with those last words Mathew ran out to face the zombies, providing Damon the chance flee. With Mathew's last few words still ringing in his mind, Damon swore to honor Mathew's dream. The resistance group that only lasted 8 months was gone. In the next four month he began to build his own resistance group, one that did not hunt down zombies, but wished to live. Fears: Failing when others need him, losing an ally/friend, becoming a zombie, doing something embarrassing Loves: Company, tinkering around with weaponry, soothing music, a warm fire. Theme Song:Emiya -time alter- Calls the shots when the actual leader is gone. Follows the leader when he's around though. Username: Maka Name:Skye Paige Age:17 Personality: Skye has her head down to earth and doesn't let a thing distract her from what's most important (Well, most of the time. "I ordered you to stay put- OH LOOK! BUTTERFLY!"). She always seems to be happy and cheerful, but knows when to shut up and assess the situation before it gets out of hand. Skye knows how to keep her cool and stay calm when things get a little hairy (or fleshy as she says), and thus try to help others stay calm as well. When her leader (or anyone) gets her on track, she can be pretty smart and help come up with plans if needed. Position on the Team (Nickname): Assistant Leader (Little Mama Bear) Skills to Offer In This Position:Skye's very good at keeping inventory and will make sure the supplies are safe and ready to use. She knows how to sneak up on people/zombies, stick in the shadows, and then jumps in to help a teammate if they need it. She usually lets people try things themselves before she comes in to assist, depending on the situation though. Oh yes, and she cooks very well with what she has. AND she also knows how to make her own bullets (Thanks to her older brothers for teaching her those things) and will teach everyone else too. Weapon(s) of Choice:Eight Shot Hand Revolver, her own bombs she makes herself (they only create a small blast, but enough to get zombies distracted or knocked to the ground), and a machete Appearance: Spoiler Brief Bio:Skye came from a normal family with three big brothers and one little sister. There was no big arguments or anything like that growing up, everything seemed pretty much normal to her. She went to school, played piano and some violin, got good grades, got in trouble a couple of times, studied how to make little bombs for fun (she loved chemistry), and that was that. Her dad was a doctor and her mother an author of sorts. Skye was separated from her parents during the first wave of zombies. She was at school at the time, so she had to do a couple of fancy things to get out of that situation but she made it out. She doesn't know if they're dead or alive, but she hopes they're fine and that she'll run into them someday. Fears:[Open heights, drowning, being trapped in any place, seeing her family as zombies] Loves:[Hot chocolate, fire, guitar music, fun hats] Must have a good aim; good eyes perferable Username: Master of Keyblades Name: Alex Rhodes Age: 19 Personality: Normally one who can easily keep his emotions in check, Alex usually only displays a level headed side of him. Though there are times when he loses his cool and acts depending on the emotion he's showing. It usually takes extreme aggravation or something happening involving a close friend. Position on the Team (Nickname): Sniper (The Marksmen) Skills to Offer In This Position: He hold past experience of shooting guns, which gradually help better his accuracy. Weapon(s) of Choice: His father's Sniper rifle, a knife for close encounters, and a pistol Appearance: Alex Brief Bio: Before any of this ever happen, Alex was just an average guy who love to go hunting with his dad. Starting out he didn't have much luck when it came to shooting a gun, but he gradually got better the more he tried. Which eventually led to him becoming skill with a gun. During those days he thought that this would be nothing more than a skill he may never use again, too bad he was wrong. Once the infection started, his skills with a gun turned out to be the main thing that kept him alive. Fears: Death, Losing someone because of him, Missing an important shot, Being surrounded by fire. Loves: Headshots, Music, Relaxing. Theme Song:Here Username: Myst Name: Nikolai Resnov Age: 26 Personality: A bit of a masocist. Usually is a drunk but can be very lucky. He loves to kill zombies even though its the Apocalypse. UNDEAD POTATO you happy now Position on the Team (Nickname): Drunk Sniper Skills to Offer In This Position: Really lucky and luck can come a long way when you are fighting for your life. Weapon(s) of Choice: L96-A1 (A classic), Sickle, and a hammer. Yes. I just made him a communist. Appearance: Spoiler Brief Bio: I was a man from my home land of Russia. My father was a politican who still strongly believed in the ways we performed back in the days of our home land of the USSR. I adopted those customs. Eventually my life turned upside down with the death of my first wife so I have become accustomed to some habits. Now I just sit here sniping at the zombies letting my bullets do the talking while I sit here and enjoy myself. Fears: Being Sober. Romance. Canadians. and Fire. Loves: Killing Zombies, Vodka, his teddy bear, and the smell of victory. Theme Song: Must have basic First Aid and CPR training Username: Doukuro Name: Terra Cameron Age: 22 Personality: As a medic it is to be expected for one to be the type wishing to help as many people as she can. She lives up to the exception, and then some. Whenever someone's life is on the line she will do everything in her power to save them. However that means she's self sacrificing and can be rash, rushing to someone's aid without first thinking it through. Position on the Team (Nickname): Medic (Terra Cross, or just Cross. A play on Red Cross.) Skills to Offer In This Position: First aid, cpr, stitches if that doesn't count under first aid, most basic treatments. Is a database on illnesses. Weapons of Choice: A hunting knife and pistol. Appearance: This Brief Bio: Like most Terra's goals changed often throughout her life, but after being saved from a car accident her focus shifted to the medical field. Because after seeing what doctors could do, save not only her but her family, she wanted to make others feel that sense of relief she had. Her dreams were just coming true as she worked her way into medical school and even showed such promise. But then the outbreak began, and even she had no idea how to stop it. Sometimes calls the zombies undead potatoes. Fears: Losing a patient, changing into a zombie, losing the ability to help others, spiders. Loves: Pets, fancy clothes, varying hair color, flowers. Theme Song:Here Username: Kingdom Hearts530 (Heart) Name: Hope Walker Age:16 Personality: Quiet and gentle Position on the Team (Nickname): Medic (Heart) Skills to Offer In This Position: Frist Aid Training; Mother was a doctor Weapon(s) of Choice: Knife, Pistol Appearance: Spoiler Brief Bio: Hope was born blind in her left eye and nearly blind in her right. She grew up in a small town with her mother, who was the town doctor, father and brother, Nate. Nate and Hope’s parents died to keep them safe from zombies along with Nate and Hope’s best friend, Jace Hartford, and soon after Hope found Serah, her Shiba Inu and later meet up with the group (We totally need a nickname XD) Fears: Being alone, losing her brother, heights, not being able to save someone Loves: Her brother, Serah, reading, singing, drawing, anim-*shot* Pet: Shiba Inu named Serah Pet appearance: Spoiler Username: hyuge Name: Natalie Hinks Age: 12 Personality: Natalie is quiet, but helpful. She likes assisting with whatever she can, mostly the cooking. Cooking is something she has thoroughly enjoyed all her life. She is upbeat and constantly has a smile on her face. The only thing that could wipe it away would be something scary. She brings light to the utter dismal world they live in. Position on the Team (Nickname): Medic (Munchkin or Nat) Skills to Offer In This Position: Assistance, First Aid, CPR, plant identification Weapon(s) of Choice: A knife, it's all anyone will give her. Appearance: link Brief Bio: Natalie hasn't really talked about her life with anyone. It probably saddens her too much. All anyone knows is everything after Marissa found her. She was hiding under a pile of garbage to protect herself. Nat hadn't eaten anything in days. She was dying of starvation. A spider had crawled across her hand and startled her, letting the zombies onto her position. She was defenseless and surrounded. If Marissa handed noticed the horde enter a small alleyway, she never would have made it out alive. It has been confirmed that she had siblings at one time, but no one knows how many or what gender they were. She shuts down whenever someone tries to talk about it. Natalie has become a helpful member of the group. Working to keep the destroyed building clean and helping out wherever she can. She's been trying to learn more real duties to be of better use. Fears: Spiders, getting eaten, the dark, pigs, & Undead Potatoes Loves: Music, puppies, sparkly things, dresses Theme Song: N/A Looks for supplies/survivors, emergency places to go, places where zombies are the greatest, so forth Username: Tummer Name: Columbus Johnson Age: 23 Personality: he generally keeps other people at a distance, unable to simply trust others from the get go, but he cares for the lives of others. Position on the Team (Nickname): Bloodyface Skills to Offer In This Position: has good eye sight, muscular in order to carry his weapons as well as refugees. Weapon(s) of Choice: chainsaw (priority), shotgun Appearance: Spoiler Brief Bio: Grew up having a normal life before the infection spread. During the first wave of zombies, he lost the love of his life as well as his unborn twins. On that day, he swore to find a way to get rid of those that had taken away everything he knew and loved. Nearly to the point of death, he found the rest of group. His passion for the chainsaw came from wanting to see the agony on the zombie's faces when he exterminated them. Fears: trains, infection, politicians, windows Loves: his dead "family", soda, stars, Slim Jims Theme Song: Monster by Skillet (how original) Assists scouts and medics, protects them, must have good ears, assists survivors Username: The Hero of Time (HoT) Name: Lance Grey Age:17 Personality: Cold and quiet, doesn't show emotion Position on the Team (Nickname): Warrior (Dragonsoul) Skills to Offer In This Position: Speed, a bit of strength Weapon(s) of Choice: Katanas Appearance: Spoiler (Yes, I know he's a Pokemon character, but gimme a break! I like his look :p ) Brief Bio: Lance was born shortly after his father (unaware his wife was pregnant) left on a trip. His mother died soon after birth, leaving Lance and his older sister in the care of an orphanage. Over the years, Lance developed amazing swordplay skills. After years of living together in the orphanage, Lance's sister and his friends were ripped apart before his eyes. He tried to save them, but he was too late. As such, he completely shut himself down, seemingly not having any feeling or emotion. He left the ruins of the orphanage with nothing but a couple of katanas, food (his favorite being the Undead Potato), and his sister's favorite necklace as a reminder of the day he lost her. He got lost on the way, and was on the verge of starvation before meeting up with the group. Fears: Dying, getting lost, Losing a friend, seeing someone ripped apart, and starvation. Loves: Drawing, reading, Video Games, animals, and food. Username: Kingdom Hearts530 (Heart) Name: Nathan ‘Nate’ Walker Age:18 Personality: Cold and quiet- not scared to speak his mind Position on the Team (Nickname): Sniper (Hawkeye) Skills to Offer In This Position: Great eye sight; Been an archer since he was eight Weapon(s) of Choice: Bow and Arrows/ pistol Appearance: Spoiler Brief Bio: Nate was born two years before Hope and has always been protective of her. He’s been practicing archery since he was eight and is very good at it. Nate and Hope’s parents died nearly as soon as the zombies came (along with their friend Jace Hartford) and soon after they met up with the group. Fears: Dying, Losing Hope, Blood, Losing a friend, Loves: Animals, quiet, sleeping, reading Username: hyuge Name: Marissa Wilkins Age: 24 Personality: Marissa is cold and calculating. She gets along well with everyone in the group, but rarely has something to say to them. When they decide to search for supplies or take out nearby nests, she likes to lead the way. She is always there with a plan and goes for the difficult kill. That's how they loose people, after all. If she doesn't have to take out a zombie for the survival of herself and the others, she will not go for it. No need to waste time, ammo, or stamina. Position on the Team (Nickname): Warrior (Mare) Skills to Offer In This Position: Agility, cunning, strategic Weapon(s) of Choice: A baseball bat, but she also carries a shotgun over her shoulder and a pistol on her hip Appearance: http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&global=1&q=anime girl&offset=696#/d4gxzx2]link Brief Bio: Marissa was in the police academy when the outbreak occurred. She had learned to be resilient and resourceful from her time spent there. She worked well both individually and on a team. Mare was engaged at the time, and her fiance didn't last the first week of the outbreak. She was so devastated that she almost just gave in. When the group found her, she was occupying the bathroom of a department store. The building was filled with zombies, but she managed to keep the door sealed and only head out when she needed more supplies from the store. Mare was always quick about it, only taking what she could carry in a small bag, and killing zombies that came too close quietly. After joining and finding safety with the others, she found Nat on one of their supply runs. Fears: loud noises, disappointment, watching her team die, coming back empty handed Loves: smashing zombies, eating, dancing, sleep Theme Song: N/A Spoiler It may not look like much, but this is gonna be your home. For right now, the supplies are stocked and ready to use any time. No one will go hungry, there's plenty of ammo, plenty of private places to hang out at, anything you need. The SNIPERS take turns on shifts to watch/protect everyone up on the roof. If there's a swarm of zombies and they attack the place, EVERYONE is required to fight and defend it. Or else you have to forfeit what you have, run to the emergency place, and be forced to start from scratch again. Most of the team (you can decide if you want to stay behind at base or not and be doing other things like making weapons or guarding the base. If you get bored, maybe have some trouble stir up close by.) are out to check out an abandon warehouse that could have potential supplies for your base. But when you got there, it turned out be... *le dramatic gasp* A ZOMBIE NEST! If you wanna get out alive, fight and run. But don't lead them back to base because that'll just lead them to where you live and you don't want that to happen. Everyone is in charge of the zombies and how they attack. But like I said, don't go super crazy with it because you don't want to die on the first post. TYPE-SUN : I'm putting you in charge of Skye when I go offline. One, I won't be on for the rest of the day to reply (and I want ALL OF YOU to keep going if I'm not on), Sunday will be shaky with internet activity, and I don't know if I'll make it at all on Monday to reply because of work. I'M GIVING YOU THE ABILITY TOPOWERPLAY HER FOR HER TO COME BACK TO BASE AFTER THE FIGHT IS OVER, KAY? Maybe she gets knocked out or something to where she goes unconscious and has to be taken back to base. Whatever you want. :'D No killing her off though. :c I'd kill you if that happens. Those who haven't finished their characters yet that are reserved, make sure you read the rules completely AND YOU CAN JUMP IN, OKAY?! You can jump in as soon as you get your completed character in. Don't be alarmed we're starting off without you. Late entrances can make the coolest and most creative posts. Trust me. Been there as a late starter, done that. Thank you! If anyone has ANY questions while I'm offline, comments, concerns, contact these guys! They'll shoot me a message and I'll reply to you through them. If things go wrong in the RP, don't be alarmed if one of THESE GUYS alter the story around suddenly to get things back on track. Just work with it and be mature so it doesn't happen, okay? Doukuro tummer Myst Kingdom Hearts530
Username: Name: (First and Last) Age: (12-26) Personality: Position on the Team (Nickname): Skills to Offer In This Position: [Realistic ones, please] Weapon(s) of Choice: [You may have up to three. Doesn't have to be a gun, unless you're a Sniper. If you have a gun, you must find bullets/ammunition constantly. Just a heads up.] Appearance: [Anime pictures will be lovely, thanks] Brief Bio: [And don't go changing stories during the RP.] Fears: [At least four] Loves: [At least four things they like] Theme Song: [Optional]
And now I know how Bumble Bee feels… My voice box got shot at work by the Megaflutron, and I could only muster squeaks and beeps. So… flipping… frustrating.
Me: *speaking about tumblr followers* You will get many soon though. Many will flock to you. Tummer: Then I will use the to take over the world!! Me: You would use "the"? D: SO CRUEL! USING HIM LIKE THAT! Tummer: THE WOULD TAKE A BULLET FOR ME!! Me: UGH! SUCH INCOLENCE! SUCH A DIABOLICAL MAN! OOOOOOH! Tummer: Hahahaha Me: xD I dunno if you're really laughing or not. Tummer: Evil laughng Tummer: *laughing Me: Laughng? Is this some kind of new sound of the throat? Huh... You should teach me how to do this "evil laughng" sometime. Tummer: Shuddup Me: ;D
Kudos and cupcakes to those who get the reference. Tummer, you are not allowed to say a word. I should have never told you about tumblr... Tummer, tumblr... You guys sound like twins. >> ANYWAYS. Leaving this here.
On tumblr? http://pasted-dreams.tumblr.com/ Follow me (if you dare, some stuff can be depressing but I can be happy and random once in a while), and I follow you. Unless you post nude or sex gif all the time, THEN we might have a little problem. *finalllymadeathreadaboutthisandhadthisblogforaboutamonthnow* :'D *mybad*
*Trigger Warning* This is a dark theme... Been having hell with myself over the last couple of weeks, so I let it out through... what ever this is. Call it a rant, say I'm seeking attention, but this is just my thoughts and my feelings... And here we go. *sorry about the spoiler tags, I don't know what happened. Just click the fourth spoiler tag* Spoiler You know… It seems like when a person is happy, no one gives a care about you. There’s not even a “Hello, how are you doing today?” at random from someone else other than you. They’re just happy you’re smiling, being random, cheerful, loving, and they don’t have to worry about you and move on with their own life. When you’re lonely, they don’t care either. It’s like, “Oh hey, can we hang out today? Or talk?” And they’ll reply “No, I’m busy right now. We’ll talk or hang out with each other another time.” Which leaves you even more lonely and sad. Then it seems like all you do is hurt people lately. They all leave you alone and don't talk to you anymore. You start listening to depressing music to match your mood, writing things that you’re feeling, maybe dressing differently or looking differently (frowning, not doing anything with your hair, wearing a hood all the time). And then when you start cutting yourself, some that are left will see it and not say anything. They’ll pass judgement on you and that’ll be that. And then they’ll ask, “Are you okay?” But you’re too ashamed, because there had to be a reason why the others left you. And if you tell them what's wrong, they'll leave you too. So you say with a smile plastered on your face, “I’m fine.” And they’ll go, “Oh good. Well I have to be going somewhere, see ya.” You then get on medication. The side effects are terrible, the nightmares in the day and night start coming and you continue to cut, burn, or anything else you can think of to do to yourself. People notice you look a little sick, and maybe will pass a word of pity or say to get well soon… And that is all. But when you come to an understanding that you don’t want to be here anymore and no one cares for you and somehow you say, “I don’t want to be here anymore. It’s not worth it.” All of the sudden, people have time for you. They want to hang out with you, they want to talk to you, they want to be with you… They suddenly want to share your world with you, say nice things to you, involve you in their own lives… And then, after a while, as you’re getting better, they’ll most likely leave you. And there goes that cycle again. And you'll lose more people to reside in after a while because you just can't get better already And friends… This is why society and people suck.
*Trigger warning to those with depression/suicidal tendencies/or anything else* Alright, this is like my second thread this year, almost weeks apart, but I need some help. Like seriously... anything. Most of you know I've been struggling with depression for the longest time, and also suicidal thoughts and tendencies. Those of you who don't know, sorry you have to find out this way... Maka is not all happiness and giggles all the time like she seems to be. Most of you know I went to see tummer after his heart transplant. I worked through my anxieties, got on the bus at like 9pm at night, came to LA at like 2am when it was the scariest, and I was just fine. I met his family for the first time, was in a totally different world for the next couple of days, and I was okay with it all. I even ended up staying with tummer in the same hospital room after two days of being with his family, and was able to work through the stress. I felt so good about myself. My mom told me that my neighbor was impressed with me and my courage to do this kind of thing (cause this was a big thing for me to do), and then it started to go downhill... Tummer, if you read this, remember this is not your fault. This is SO NOT YOUR FAULT, okay? After the third/fourth day of staying with him, my mom called me up and kind of threw things at me that got me all concerned. She told me not to get attached to tummer while I was with him, that it was bad of me to watch scary movies with him (cause it was Halloween) because of my suicidal tendencies and being diagnosed with depression. That kind of shot my confidence, and I felt like I was doing the wrong thing. Then she called me up and said it was okay for me to do what I was doing and to stick around with him. Long story short, my parents kept calling me and telling me not to get attached to tummer. I felt like a bad person, like I was doing the wrong thing, and then my dad was saying stuff to scare me to get me home. Like if I didn't come home by next Monday, something bad was going to happen. And I just felt so depressed, so disappointed in myself, because I told my parents I was going to stay with him till this Saturday... but they heard the last Saturday that just past and told me I needed to come home or else. That's where I exploded and put my foot down and told them to make arrangements themselves with tummer's parents to bring me home because there was still a lot of medical stress happening before he was to be released from the hospital. Even though I was able to do that, I couldn't stand up to them and say I wanted to stay longer. The anxiety that something bad was going to happen was already in my head, and that I was a bad girl for holding hands and getting close to him. There was points during the stay where the suicidal thoughts started to rush back. Like there was times I wished I just would have carried out those times where I was seriously close to ending my life. I broke down in front of tummer a couple of times, and I felt so awful for it. I'm begging, I'm pleading for some kind of comfort, help, someone to actually talk to voice to voice on Skype. It's been two days since I've been home, and I've been such a mess. Yesterday I cried so hard I went to bed early... like at 5pm. I dunno who to talk to, I dunno who to reach out to, and I don't know if anyone cares or if they want to hear me out. There's so many friends I made on here in the past, but most of them don't speak to me or are too busy with their own lives. I'm tired of this depression. It hurts, it really does. And I feel like such a pity party, and I hate that too. It feels like my parents use it against me to keep me under their control, and then they stress me out by saying I need to freaking get a job already and get out there in the real world... And I feel like I'm not functional enough to. Most days I feel like I just want to sleep and hopefully it would all just go away. I'm on medication, but it's not helping anymore. And I'm afraid to go on stronger medications because my body is so sensitive to the side effects. I just want to scream. I wanna be my happy self again you guys knew, that you guys enjoyed. I don't want to be like this. I don't even feel like being on the computer much today the depression is so bad. I don't want to go back to the hospital because of these suicidal thoughts... I really don't. It scared me so badly, I don't want to go back. I just don't want to be like this anymore... I need help. I need someone to talk to me. I'm too afraid to reach out to you guys and ask for help because I'm afraid I wore you out already, you would judge me, or tell me to freaking get over with it already and it's so hard to explain to people that this is a disease. This is a disorder. You can't get over with it over night, and it's just... hard. Please help... anyone. Please... I'm begging you...
Spoiler I think it would look pretty on me. ~(^з^)-
Me: *being forceful with my words to my mom on the phone* You are going to tell me what the heck you are expecting from me because you and dad made me feel like a whore, and you say it's too dangerous for me to be here away from home alone with my friend who just got a freaking heart transplant, and I am NOT going to put stress on his family by making them take me to the nearest bus stop tomorrow AFTER tomorrow's last surgery, AND YOU ARE GOING TO CALL HIS MOM AND ARRANGE FOR ME COMING HOME YOURSELF, BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY YOU GUYS WANT ME DESPERATELY HOME AND I AM NOT PUTTING STRESS ON HIS FAMILY TO GET A BUS TICKET FOR ME AT THE LAST MINUTE WITH ALLTHIS MEDICAL CRAP HAPPENING!!! *hangs up phone* Tummer: O.O Me:... Tummer: Me: Tummer: Me: Tummer: Can I just make a comment? Me: Sure Tummer: DANG YOU GOT SOME BALLS! Me: *laughs a little and looks at his heart monitor* Your heart rate went up from an 82 to a 90. Tummer: Yeah... You kind of scared me a little.
Like seriously. Seems like this suddenly popped out of the snow like daisies after I came five hours on a public bus to tummer in the middle of the night after he got his heart transplant AND updated for you guys of how he was doing while logged on his account... Did this spark some magic love or something like that? I'm watching y'all...
