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Quote from CindersUmbrella

Alicia nods in silent reply and makes her way to the bedroom.

"Excuse me, Pyro?" She calls at the door, not wanting to intrude on his space but wanting to get to sleep.

The Pyro turned around, and found that Girl he saw earlier. "Mmm Mmmph!", he mumbled. He then saw that there was some black goop around her suit. He knew that was the goop from the Black Creatures he fought earlier. He thought that they had attacked her, and ended up splattering some of their goop around her. Or, they could of have bited her. Either way, he wanted to give a good First Impression to the other people, so he pulled out his Rainblower. If it transformed the Black Creatures in Candy, it could heal injuried people, right? Little did he knew that, in reality, he was pointing his deadly Flame Thrower at Alicia's face, and was almost pushing the trigger.

((Just in case you don't know, the Pyro looks exactly like the guy pushing the Wheelbarrow in my Avatar. Also, if I write in Italic when controlling the Pyro without enclosing it in ""s, it means I am typing what the Pyro is seeing through Pyrovision. If you haven't seen his app yet, he is Insane and Delusional, so he sees the world as a Candy World called Pyroland, and that the Walkers are Black, Creepy Ghosts seeking to destroy Pyroland. He sees his Flame Thrower as a Rainblower that spits out Rainbows, transforming everything non-happy into happy thingies, and healing other people. See the video 'Meet the Pyro' for more explanation.))

Quote from littlebunse57

Allan stood at the ready with his crowbar. Only then did he remember that the engineer said that the Pyro would be hostile towards people in blue. And only then did he realize that even if the man was a murderer, what could Allan do? He was just a scrawny, clinically depressed fourteen year old. He glances down at his jeans and mutters to Alicia, "I'm going to go back downstairs." Then he faces the Engineer and Felix. "Who is the owner of this house?" he asks them, just barely loud enough to hear.

"Well, the Pyro is. I'm only here because my own house got accidentally destroyed accidentally by a Rocket sent by somebody called 'Dr. Grodbort' while the Pyro was visiting me.", he said. "A note in the rocket said something about sending Special Weapons from Another Dimension. This means that some Big mean Muther Hubbard owes me a new house 'till today.", he continued. "On the other hand, though, me and the Pyro collected some very neat Alien tools, such as the Pomsom 6000, the Eureka Effect, the Phlogistinator, the Manmelter and the Third Degree. And it wasn't only Weapons, though. There were some pretty awesome Hats and Stuff.", he said.

Quote from OpelSpeedster

The Pyro turned around, and found that Girl he saw earlier. "Mmm Mmmph!", he mumbled. He then saw that there was some black goop around her suit. He knew that was the goop from the Black Creatures he fought earlier. He thought that they had attacked her, and ended up splattering some of their goop around her. Or, they could of have bited her. Either way, he wanted to give a good First Impression to the other people, so he pulled out his Rainblower. If it transformed the Black Creatures in Candy, it could heal injuried people, right? Little did he knew that, in reality, he was pointing his deadly Flame Thrower at Alicia's face, and was almost pushing the trigger.

((Just in case you don't know, the Pyro looks exactly like the guy pushing the Wheelbarrow in my Avatar. Also, if I write in Italic when controlling the Pyro without enclosing it in ""s, it means I am typing what the Pyro is seeing through Pyrovision. If you haven't seen his app yet, he is Insane and Delusional, so he sees the world as a Candy World called Pyroland, and that the Walkers are Black, Creepy Ghosts seeking to destroy Pyroland. He sees his Flame Thrower as a Rainblower that spits out Rainbows, transforming everything non-happy into happy thingies, and healing other people. See the video 'Meet the Pyro' for more explanation.))



"Well, the Pyro is. I'm only here because my own house got accidentally destroyed accidentally by a Rocket sent by somebody called 'Dr. Grodbort' while the Pyro was visiting me.", he said. "A note in the rocket said something about sending Special Weapons from Another Dimension. This means that some Big mean Muther Hubbard owes me a new house 'till today.", he continued. "On the other hand, though, me and the Pyro collected some very neat Alien tools, such as the Pomsom 6000, the Eureka Effect, the Phlogistinator, the Manmelter and the Third Degree. And it wasn't only Weapons, though. There were some pretty awesome Hats and Stuff.", he said.

"...Huh," Allan replies. "Well, I'm going to go practice using my crowbar accurately on cups and plates. Do you think Pyro would mind?"

(Erm... Jawa? You there?)

"I don't know, but I think you'd best be not doing it.", the Engineer said to Allan. "Instead, try praticing in the Pyro's basement. He contains a training room with some Wooden Cardboards resembling members of the BLU Team.", he continued. "He probably won't mind you praticing there unless you break one of the Cardboards. He got it from Valve, so it's pretty hard to get 'em.", he said.

((Oh, and l think we shouldn't go upstairs until CindersUmbrella replies))

Quote from engie_ninja

Modifying application.

Name: Arkantos Festor
Age: 23
Gender: male
Appeance: He is a 23 year old man. His skin has a dark grey tinge, his hair is pure black, and his clothes are torn.
Personality: Belligerent (normal), Never-say-die (combat)
Inventory: Modified Steyr AUG, 5.56X45mm NATO cartridges (X500), Serrated Machete, First-aid kit
Backstory: Arkantos was a normal guy, but an accident when he was 20 made him go... Different, to put it politely. With this different way of thinking came his dark personality, mental unstableness, and disregard for what, or WHO, he killed. He was going to be executed by a firing squad after murdering everyone who lived on the same street, but the zombie apocalypse saved his ass, only to nearly doom him again. Think of it like this - He is only saving the world from zombies so that the supply of things to kill doesnt run out. For some reason, he doesnt attack other mentally unstable people, such as Old Jenkins, the crazy guy with a zombie survival kit and stuff.
Other: Nothing to say, but he will help out fellow mentally unstable people, including helping Old Jenkins survive a horde rush.

((im sorry i missed you accepted thanks for makeing it less super natural ))

"Alright," Allan replies, wondering what in the hell Engineer was talking about. He walks into the garage and tightly grips his crowbar in both of his hands. He begins swinging at imaginary Walker targets. He tries to increase his speed and accuracy. He always aimed for the head, even though they were nearly above his range, him being only 5"9.

((By the time he's done with this session he will hardly have improved his skill with his crowbar, but he definitely wore out his arms, since I'm trying to keep this realistic. Eventually, though, after about five days of this he'll slowly begin to become stronger, and after about ten he'll barely start to get more skilled in aim and general use.))

The Engineer went over to the Machine he was inspecting. Apparently, the Walker virus had spreaded entirely over the Shotgun, and any living thing that touch it will start the infection phase.

Arkantos shoots a walker with the Steyr AUG he is carrying, then walks into a nearby police station.

"No survivors here, it seems."

That sentence alone was loud enough to get the attention of a walker, which then groaned loudly, bringing more and more to the horde.

"Damn."

About half a minute later, Arkantos wipes the walker blood off of his serrated machete, then hears a gunshot.

"Hmm, survivors."

He pauses for a second, then nabs a first aid kit and heads in the direction of the shot.

{[Watched the vid, makes more sense now.]}

Alicia's eyes widened first at Pyro's mask and then at the flamethrower he was pointing at her. She swallowed, wondering whether to scream, run downstairs, or try to reason with him. She knew that one inch of his finger could be the difference between keeping her life and being cremated while still alive.

"Uh, I'm s-sorry, I just wanted to sleep... I didn't mean to upset you!" She said, her voice getting louder at the end of her sentence, hoping someone would come up and get her. She backed up out of the doorway slowly, hoping to get to the stairs before turning tail and running like a bat out of hell.

My eyes opened slowly as he heard Alicia's voice from above. I looked around and blinked a few times. I realize that she sounded like she was in trouble. I got up and grabbed my gun. Though, if I went up there, I would be killed instantly, with no instinct on how to fight fist to fist if it got that rough. I looked at Allan and motioned him to go upstairs with my head. I finished the reloading process I hadn't finished earlier.

The Engineer heard Alicia's voices comming from up there. "Uh oh, I think Pyro is causin' trouble..", he said. He went upstairs, and gasped as he found the Pyro pointing his Flame Thrower at Alicia's face. "PYRO!!!", he screamed. He extended his hand, as if he is telling the Pyro to give him the Flame Thrower.

The Pyro looked at the Engineer. He was extending his hand. What he was asking for? Maybe for a High-Five. The Pyro crackled his fingers, then slapped the Engineer's hand, then started bouncing up and down like a little child while clapping his hands.

"Not a high-five!", the Engineer said. "Give me your Flamer.", he continued.

He realized that the Engineer was asking for his Flamer. "Nho.", he mumbled, as he went to the bathroom and locked himself in there.

"Phew. I'm sorry 'bout that.", he said to Alicia. "He tends to act stangely to new people..", he continued.

I see the Engineer go upstairs and I hear a commotion. Somebody locks a door and grunts. It was then that I realized I was starving. I went into the kitchen to see if I could find anything. Luckily I found a premade sandwich in the fridge. I didn't care what it tasted like, I ate it.

Name: Richtor Kruschnev (irl name is Roger, IGN is aorlow)
Age:(7-50) 18
Gender:(male/female) M
Appeance:(picture if none description) a dark complexion man with a scar stretching from his left brow ridge to the lower right part of his chin, generally wears a hood to hide the scar and wears a black leather jacket.
Personality: Dark, cynical sense of humour, generally a misanthropic fellow. Doesn't take to well to strangers but if you prove you're usefull to him he will be an invaluable teammate.
Inventory:(3 to 8 things) Carries an axe on his back, two canteens, enough rations to last a couple days (four steaks), and a small dagger on his jacket.
Backstory:(optional) Richtor comes from russia and was stranded in america after the outbreak. He was in the Spetsnaz and therefore is trained in almost every manner for almost every situation and can handle himself well in a fight. No one knows much about him, he never lets his emotions out other than a small outburst of anger in which most cases a person is left with broken bones and bloody, he does not like to talk about himself. If you need to know something he'll make sure you know it.

App:

Name: John Botwin

Age:(7-50) 19

Gender:(male/female) male

Appeance:(picture if none description) Brown hair, White shirt, brown pants, with a backpack on

Personality: keeps to himself, serious if needs something

Inventory:(3 to 8 things) Knife, lighter, Radio, keys (to his old house), and his wallet (identity is key in times like these)

Backstory:(optional)

Other:

Alicia watches the whole scene unfold and then looked at the Engineer like he'd sprouted a second head.

"Strangely? He tried to set me up in flames! In his own room!" She brought her hands up to her face in exasperation.

"And I wasn't even wearing blue..." She mumbled behind her hands, "This guy is seriously unstable."

Then she looked back at the Engineer and dropped her hands to her sides. "Can I just take the couch?"

Hearing someone speak in Serbian, Arkantos makes his way towards the noise, eventually arriving at... wherever the hell everyone else is.

"Anyone in there?"

Arkantos waits for a moment, before opening the door and walking in regardless.

(Regardless, one does not simply pass through an open doorway if the door is shut.)

I advanced down a narrowing road in Atlanta, Georgia, my pistol at the ready. I listened to the silence of a once bustling city. While walking, i noticed a rotten corpse laying on the hood of a grey car. I raised my gun leveled it to the corpses head, unsure if it was dead or just "sleeping". I breathed in and screwed the silencer to my pistol and fired. Blood sprayed against the cars window and i exhaled. I looked inside the car and noticed two corpses and a pair of keys in the ignition. I pulled the driver out of his seat and closed the car door. As i turned the key, the corpse next to me awoke and and grabbed my arm. I pistol whipped the corpse and opened the side door. I tossed the walker out and started the car. As i drove down the street, i turned on the radio, nothing but static played.

Arkantos hears the sounds of a battle that had finished being fought, thinks about what to do, then decides to see the results of the battle.

"Thats a lot of dead walkers. Something tells me though..."

An unfortunate walker that had tried to sneak up behind Arkantos finds itself drawn and quartered.

I drove around, searching for other survivors, only the corpses of unfortunate civilians littered the streets. I drove past several walkers devouring something big, it looked like a horse. After an hour or so the car i drove ran out of gas. "****!" I exclaimed while hitting the steering wheel. A loud honk rang out and i noticed that several walkers were swarming around the car. I shot the front window and crawled through. I fired my pistol at two other walkers as they attempted to climb onto the hood. I quickly rolled off the hood of the car and began to sprint down the walker infested street. I turned into a back alleyway and hid behind a giant green dumpster. I unstrapped my one-strapped backpack and pulled out my pistols bullets. I reloaded and peered over the dumpster, only one walker walked down the alleyway. I aimed at its head and fired. The walker collapsed to the floor and i laid against the dumpster, sighing.