(sorry for not responding. i have been sleeping at night so yeah.) i see the man turn away from me as i run away from a growing mob of creatures. suddenly a faint SSSSSSSS is heard from the ground below me. as i cross over this patch of earth a huge explosion throws me a few feet in the air. as i land i notice many 4 legged creatures appearing from the hold. "my god theres too many!" i scream
(mine you do not seem to get rping. i just see you making up your own story. this is annoying to me and most other people. and the leaders of this rp will kill you.)
As i run a zombie bursts from the ground. "GAHHHG!" i scream as it reaches for me. it grabs my leg. as it pulls my to the ground i kick its face in. now my leg has small scratches and cuts. but i must perisit towards that man!
Crain looks up as some one shouts. "YES I REQUIRE ASSISTANCE HERE!!" he screams. (sorry but i am switching to firstperson) I continue to run towards the figure in the who may help me.
As crain makes his way around the giant crater he notices some one sneaking into the other end of the forest. "HEY WAIT" he yells as he runs after this mystery person
"RUUUUUMMMMBBBLLLLE" Crain looks up "what the hell was that?" he says. He takes a running leap to the next tree. jump jump jump he goes across the trees until. SNAP" he lands on a weak branch and falls. after landing hard on his left arm he notices a spider. its rotting carcus still holds precious silk. he fashions a splint out of some sticks ans silk. he continues on until he reaches a large hole in the ground. "Whistles thats a long way down" he exclaims. he begins looking for something or somebody to start explaining where he is!
as crain sits on the tree, he is thinking. "how on earth are there zombies here?
"RAADASGSD" crain looks down. the zombie appears to be attacking the leaves and sticks. "well this hideyhole won't las long. hopefully someone comes and helps me" he says as a readys himself. he leaps to the next tree.
As Crain runs through the forest he sees a clearing. " maybe i can find a low hanging brancha nd climb the tree" he ponders. he looks behind him and sees zombies and skelotons rushing towards him. "WELL THIS IS IT!!!" HE SCREAMS AS HE SPEEDS FORMWARD
"owwwww" moaned Crain holding his head. "i really need to stop drinking" he told himself. "wait this isn't my bedroom" he wondered aloud " why am i on a beach. Where am i?" he started looking frantically around for something anything. he soon spotted a nice looking tree. "well if i am to survive i need to use some of those sticks on that tree." he muttered, his slave instincts taking over.
Name: Crain
Age: 15
Alignment: Good
Job: Escaped slave
Tools:WHATEVER I FIND DUDE
Weapons and Armor: Same as tools
Other: Hostile towards must high up people. friendly towards lower area slums and mobs. creepers don't blow up near but are normally distant. zombies will ignore him spiders and skeletons hate his guts.
RP experience: done a bit of role-play here and there for the past 2 years
I have hacked your game. i am prepared to send you all sorts of virus and horrors. my request? UPDATE THIS THING AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! i am not joking but still you gets two approvals
Name: Khorne Crain
Age: 15
Gender: male
Alignment: neutral
Weapon, Armor: He has a Bow that he made himself from his time as a mob trainer, Oh the mob trainers are slaves. His Armour consist of mostly leather besides a half leather half iron helm. His bow fires ropers and arrows
Personality: Since he was a slave he interacts mostly with the poor and the scum of the earth. He is is very unfriendly and does not trust the rich and those in power.
Appearance: Although he looks weak he is quite strong. He has short, white, hair. Even though he is 15 he has been pumped with so many chemicals his growth was accelerated. So he has a scruffy mustache
Other: He has the ability to survive countless nights alone.
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"RAADASGSD" crain looks down. the zombie appears to be attacking the leaves and sticks. "well this hideyhole won't las long. hopefully someone comes and helps me" he says as a readys himself. he leaps to the next tree.
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Age: 15
Alignment: Good
Job: Escaped slave
Tools:WHATEVER I FIND DUDE
Weapons and Armor: Same as tools
Other: Hostile towards must high up people. friendly towards lower area slums and mobs. creepers don't blow up near but are normally distant. zombies will ignore him spiders and skeletons hate his guts.
RP experience: done a bit of role-play here and there for the past 2 years
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Age: 15
Gender: male
Alignment: neutral
Weapon, Armor: He has a Bow that he made himself from his time as a mob trainer, Oh the mob trainers are slaves. His Armour consist of mostly leather besides a half leather half iron helm. His bow fires ropers and arrows
Personality: Since he was a slave he interacts mostly with the poor and the scum of the earth. He is is very unfriendly and does not trust the rich and those in power.
Appearance: Although he looks weak he is quite strong. He has short, white, hair. Even though he is 15 he has been pumped with so many chemicals his growth was accelerated. So he has a scruffy mustache
Other: He has the ability to survive countless nights alone.