((Just thaught I'd add a little info about the 1216 shotgun. At least a few pics tp øet the one's not knowing what it is... know a little more about it.
The shotgun tiself. Its the longest one on the pic.
And the mag:
it contains 16 12-gauge shells, but have to be twisted to the side each fourth shot.
And I think that leOwner wants to make first post.))
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
((As i said, im completely fine eit teaming up with you after a short while. But I'd prefer if we didn't start out together. Also, il be gone for 2-3hours from now. So, if owner starts, dont expect a reply from me right away.))
If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
((You cool with grouping up withg me in like 1 one game day? if someone is scratched and they kill themselves, will they turn?))
((If anyone dies at all and their brain isn't destroyed, they turn. Bite/scratch just tends to cause so much sickness and blood loss that they end up dying anyway.))
How did everything turn to hell so quickly, there i was finishing up a major test for my Anthropology department and suddenly the world just ends. I try thinking back to the better days, but its not so easy when tons of walkers are destroying things Luckily my uncle gave me his Desert Eagle, that pain in the ass was always collecting guns or whatever. My uncle saved my ass and i owe him big time, i wouldn't have made it five inches out of my appartment without that pistol. Wherever he is, i hope he's sitting pretty in his giant ass bomb shelter. Now that i think back to it, what happened to the rest of my family? Where they alive or dead? I didn't know, but all i knew was that i had to get out of the hell hole i was currently inhabiting. I pulled out my Desert Eagle at the sound of shuffling footsteps, i didn't know if it was another survivor, but i wasn't taking chances. I peaked around the corner of the coffee shop, cups, food, and corpses littered the floor and two Walkers were shuffling around. I screwed on a silencer i found on the corpse of a soldier out on the streets and aimed at the Walkers. I shot them both in the head; it could only be in the head some survivor told me before he was mutilated by three Walkers, or at least that's what it sounded like when i left him, we didn't see eye to eye on everything.The Walkers collapsed to the floor and i exhaled, finally, shelter. I used tables, chairs, anything that was big and heavy enough to block all entrances. I laid my stuff down behind the counter and used my backpack as a pillow as i also got underneath the counter. ((Apparently you can't say the S word and F word, etc, also if someone would like to team up with me at the coffee shop, that would be great.))
Shana walks through the streets with her katana in her right hand. She had the shotgun from her brother on her back. Three months. It felt wired how much a person's life could change over such a short time.
She walks up to the door of the next house on her list. "Hopefully its unlocked..." She walks up the three steps to the door. And she tries the door. Locked. of course. N-one was friendly enough to leave their door unlocked anymore... She takes a step back, and kick the door hard a little left from the handle. But the door remains like it is. A few more kicks. Still sturdy. "Oh screw it..." She swings the shotgun off her back, and hold the muzzle to the handle, and pull the trigger. A loud BANG! Comes from the shotgun, but the door slides open. She steps inside and start looking for anything useful.
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I look out of the barricaded window of Tim's Grocery. " Nuttin' out there but them sinners.", I say quietly to George, Clarence, and Anthony.
And the then the banging starts.
"Damn! Push a shelf over the door!" I command. George pushes a shelf over the back door. As a group, we find our way to the ladder that leads to the roof. Clarence pulls out a rope and snugs all of guns in it. We head up to the roof, and see a sinner. I quietly sneak up on it and push it over the edge of the roof.
I hear a shot ring out; a loud one. No screams followed it so the user knew what he or she was doing. I stood up and walked towards the window in the front, right across was an apartment with an open door, somebody must have used the shotgun to get in. I noticed several Walkers approaching the apartment door, a few came near the windows but they were no danger. I couldn't help but feel sorry for the person in the apartment but... no you know what, screw it, i'm going out there to help them. I grabbed my back pack and pistol and began pushing aside chairs and tables. I kicked open the front doors and started luring Walkers toward me. I fired at two and took a step back, i wanted to conserve ammo so i pulled out my machete and began aiming for their heads. I missed three but i didn't care. I sprinted across the street and into the apartment where i decapitated a Walkers head. I looked around for a survivor in the dark room.
((Changed my mind, you can decide where you wanna be, but at some point later on, we should meet somewhere. Also, is it ok if my characters uncle is your characters father?))
Shana hears someone behind her. Walking somewhere in the apartment. She turns the magazine of the shorgun so she had four shots just in case. She holds it to her shoulder, and calmly walk arround, looking for whoever it was. She walks up behind him with silent footsteps. As she stands right behind him, she takes one quick step forward, holding the shotgun to the back of his head. "Name, age and suplies." She said, both to test if it was a zombie, or just another survivor.
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((Thanks.)) I feel the barrel of a gun poking the back of my head, Damn i thought to myself. I slowly raise my arms above my head, i didn't want to start a fight with another human being, were on the same side after all. I hear a woman's voice ask "Name, age, and supplies." Simple and quick to the point. "John, 23, Desert Eagle, Machete, Crow Bar, Food, Pain Pills." I respond, i probably forgot some supplies but i didn't care, as long as i wasn't being killed i was fine.
Shana lower the shotgun. "So your human in other words. Any scratches or bite-marks?" She dtudies him from behind. She turns the barrel three times so she came back to the barrel she used earlier. She poked him in the back with the muzzle as an 'Answer me' gesture.
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The barrel poked my back and i knew my response had to be fast. "Uh, um no, not that i'm fully aware of, unless some Walker bit or scratched me in my sleep, which is in my opinion, highly unlikely, unless the Walkers a ninja or something." I responded, i probably made her think i talked to much, i did but... first impressions, you know. I slowly turned towards her, i didn't want to botch this introduction like the last one. "What about you, whats your name?" I asked while turning.
She swing her shotgun back on her... Back. i look up at the person in front of her. "Why does it matter? You talk way to much by the way. Your luck tough. If you said one more stupid word, then I might wouldn't have anything against wasting a shell to shut the mouth of a unlucky bypasser." She walk away from him, and into the kitchen. She look through all the shelves, ignoring the mess she made, looking for anything of any use.
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I stood in silence and watched her walk to what looked like a kitchen. Jesus, what the hell was her problem. I began to get a little angry by her words, so much so that i gripped my pistol that was holstered in my pocket but i constrained myself and stepped a little forward. "So... Should i just call you No name because- Something stepped into the room and i turned in time to see the three god damned walkers i left alone walk into the apartment. I used my machete to quickly kill them and soon stepped back towards the kitchen. "Listen i know by now that I've probably left an annoyance in you, i get it, your the bad ass zombie killer, but i risked my ass to save you and you treat me- i stopped mid-sentence. What the hell was i doing lecturing her, i might as well have tried to commit suicide. If there's one thing i know that i shouldn't do, its **** people off at the end of the world. I thought for a minute on how to get her on my good side and came up with something. A few days ago, i found a large stockpile of MRE's that the military had collected, i didn't know what use they had now but, you never know. She also in my opinion appeared to be exhausted, maybe i could allow her to stay at the Coffee Shop and rest. "Never mind, anyway, i found a large stockpile of MRE's nearby the other day and i have a secure location we can stay at for a couple of days, its that Coffee shop just across the street." I said.
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((I'm thinking Atlana, since that's where the TV series was. I really don't mind where it is located. I'll just be somewhere relitavely near most of the other players, whichever city that may be.))
I stumble through backyards and the streets as I attempt to escape the horde pursuing me. As I dash amongst the suburban houses and fences, I see three more walkers right there, almost as if they were waiting. Before they can so much as see me, my SCAR-H makes quick work of them. I steal a glance behind me. They are only a few houses away. I speed up, breathing heavily.
In front of me, I make out a parking garage. I know that this could either assist or destroy my chances of escaping the horde. I decide that it's my only option, and go for it. The few walkers in front of the building aren't a problem. I glance back at my pursuers, and seing they won't get me particulary soon, take a minute to attach my flashlight to my firearm. Then I begin to run inside.
It is dark inside the parking garage, but my flashlight illuminates a large area. I carefully scan the building for walkers. With none in the immediate vicinity, I search for a good vehicle to take. Quickly, I scan row to row. But my time runs out as the horde enters the building. About to run the other direction, I am almost bitten as five or so walkers appear amongst other rows of vehicles. I am trapped.
Without anything else to do, I jump inside a car that was next to me. It has the key inside. I only have time to roll up the windows before the horde reaches me. Surrounding the car, I can only see a wild mismatch of bloodied faces outside. The car begins to rock, and within a few seconds is completely tipped over. I wildly shoot into their midst, knowing only that eventually they will get in through the windows, or I will run out of ammo... I scream for help, but knowing all the while that there is no one to hear me.
"ShutupShutupShutup! You just talk and talk..." Shana finishes to look through the shelves, not finding anything of interest. "MRE's you say... Let me guess, you were stupid enough to not bring any?" She swing her backpack up on her back again. "And if its so damned important to you, my name is Shana." She walk towards the door again.((To get approved posts you just simply post in the In-topic section of the forum.))
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I turn towards her and quickly catch up to her. "Here have this." I handed her three packs of MRE's and smiled. I look at her and handed over the MRE's. I thought about what she had said and decided to change myself. I could be bad ass, right? I think so, i mean I've had my share of bad assery. I tried it out, maybe it would be a change from the normal ***** like conversations i had with people. "Listen here you stuck up ass hole!" I screamed at her as she began to walk out of the door. I felt horrible but i kept going. "I don't know what the hell crawled up your ass, but you need to chill the hell out. Like i said, i saved your ass and you treat me like this!" I yelled again. I felt like a total **** and i braced myself for either a slap in the face or a knee in the balls. Oh god i hoped she had some sort of erotic liking to bad boys or something because i'm sure that i'm about to be punished for what i said.
Shana looks at him for a few long seconds. "Do you have a death-wish? You are begging for both me AND the zombies to kill you now. But, if it made you shut up, it would be perfect anyways." She pulls out her katana. After a few seconds just to spread a little fear in his body, she looks away. Right after, she jump forward, and grab him hard by the throat. "You are going to shut up, stop acting, and get some damned respect for me. Understod?" She press her fingers harder together to make it harder to breathe for him.
((going to bed now. bye.))
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
The shotgun tiself. Its the longest one on the pic.
it contains 16 12-gauge shells, but have to be twisted to the side each fourth shot.
((If anyone dies at all and their brain isn't destroyed, they turn. Bite/scratch just tends to cause so much sickness and blood loss that they end up dying anyway.))
Shana walks through the streets with her katana in her right hand. She had the shotgun from her brother on her back. Three months. It felt wired how much a person's life could change over such a short time.
She walks up to the door of the next house on her list. "Hopefully its unlocked..." She walks up the three steps to the door. And she tries the door. Locked. of course. N-one was friendly enough to leave their door unlocked anymore... She takes a step back, and kick the door hard a little left from the handle. But the door remains like it is. A few more kicks. Still sturdy. "Oh screw it..." She swings the shotgun off her back, and hold the muzzle to the handle, and pull the trigger. A loud BANG! Comes from the shotgun, but the door slides open. She steps inside and start looking for anything useful.
And the then the banging starts.
"Damn! Push a shelf over the door!" I command. George pushes a shelf over the back door. As a group, we find our way to the ladder that leads to the roof. Clarence pulls out a rope and snugs all of guns in it. We head up to the roof, and see a sinner. I quietly sneak up on it and push it over the edge of the roof.
"We need to get out of here!" Clarence says.
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I'm thinking Atlana, since that's where the TV series was.I really don't mind where it is located. I'll just be somewhere relitavely near most of the other players, whichever city that may be.))I stumble through backyards and the streets as I attempt to escape the horde pursuing me. As I dash amongst the suburban houses and fences, I see three more walkers right there, almost as if they were waiting. Before they can so much as see me, my SCAR-H makes quick work of them. I steal a glance behind me. They are only a few houses away. I speed up, breathing heavily.
In front of me, I make out a parking garage. I know that this could either assist or destroy my chances of escaping the horde. I decide that it's my only option, and go for it. The few walkers in front of the building aren't a problem. I glance back at my pursuers, and seing they won't get me particulary soon, take a minute to attach my flashlight to my firearm. Then I begin to run inside.
It is dark inside the parking garage, but my flashlight illuminates a large area. I carefully scan the building for walkers. With none in the immediate vicinity, I search for a good vehicle to take. Quickly, I scan row to row. But my time runs out as the horde enters the building. About to run the other direction, I am almost bitten as five or so walkers appear amongst other rows of vehicles. I am trapped.
Without anything else to do, I jump inside a car that was next to me. It has the key inside. I only have time to roll up the windows before the horde reaches me. Surrounding the car, I can only see a wild mismatch of bloodied faces outside. The car begins to rock, and within a few seconds is completely tipped over. I wildly shoot into their midst, knowing only that eventually they will get in through the windows, or I will run out of ammo... I scream for help, but knowing all the while that there is no one to hear me.
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((going to bed now. bye.))