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OOC...

So one of my zombies, Shaun the Dead, follows the Groans into Promel Towers in Tapton and who should I see but Sarah Jane! What an opportunity for a wind-up...>;-)

Step 1 - Change Group in Profile from "Feral Undead" to "Sarah Jane's Ex-Boyfriends"
Step 2 - Groan "Zarah!!"
Step 3 - Grasp at Sarah Jane
Step 4 - Repeat Steps 2 and 3 a bit
Step 5 - Wait for the response...

Sarah Jane MacRae said "God, what is it with the zombies in this place?" (5 minutes ago)
Sarah Jane MacRae attacked you for 4 damage. (5 minutes ago) (Now 2 east, 3 south.) ...and again. ...and again. ...and again. ...and again. ...and again.
Sarah Jane MacRae said "Go stalk someone else, will you?" (4 minutes ago)

Sorry Marianne! Too much of a temptation. =)

Crouching low to the ground, squinting through the barricades at the hordes all around, Sarah Jane whispers quietly into the radio.

"Still ali... far. Tapton ok, moved int....Mockridge heig...bit gone to hell. Can't....hone signal. I'm....he Bowditch.....g forty sev...xty seven."

(Okay, if this shouldn't belong here, say so and I'll delete... or just delete.

And it's a little off topic, but when I saw this, I thought ...


Caiger!!)

She knew she didn't have long.

Both shoes scraped against the floor, slipping against the blood as she shoved the desk against the door, grunting until it slammed against the metal with a loud bang. The moans still permeated the battered doors, however, and fingers poked through holes in the door... some bitten off, some half rotted, most stinking to high heaven. She stood there for a moment, both blue eyes looking over the door. It seemed like years ago when she sat inside that little hospital in Tapton, resting.

'Fancy a drink ma'am? You're welcome to join us.'

Van, you son of a bitch... why didn't I take the drink when I had the chance...

Flipping out her cell phone, she sighed. The raids had gone from bad to worse. And from the Necrotech Data, everything west had gone straight to Hell. "What we need," she mumbled as she tried to dial Van's number a second time to ask if he was around and reviving still, "Is to make an allianc--"

Another loud bang of the doors, and the desk was shoved aside as zombies swarmed the building. Shots were fired, but not enough to manage the massive army of rotted bodies that swarmed into the doors.



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Even as she swayed in a puddle of fresh blood, morbidly still warm from her veins, she began to shamble off East ...


(OOC: Holleeeee shit, the place is swarmed. There used to at least be green on the map. Now it's mostly red.)

Anyone else still playing?

Eyes flapped open, and her body jerked ... before she sat up, and looked around her.

The man that had helped her ... or the faint memory of the man who had helped her ... laritak ... was amongst the dead.

She looked over his body and went over to it ... knowing in his half consciousness she could hear him. A hand rested upon his body. "Thank you."

As she stood up to go to the Nearest Necrotech building, she thought she heard something. Cautiously, she began to turn around ...

Only to be tackled to the ground in less than a blink of the eye. A shrill scream rang out in the streets of Wyke Hills, before being abruptly silenced.

Even as she stood again, she bit the zombie that had taken her down first, several times, before she stood where she was, swaying lightly.


(OOC: I. Shit. You. Not. I added the guy to my contact list because, y'know, being neighborly and all, I was going to revive him next chance I got, right? Even said it. "Thanks, I'll revive you if you stand up."

Next thing I know, a zombie had attacked me. I tried to attack him back with an axe. His connection is faster than mine because now he's attacked me three more times. I scan him to see if I can get a revive syringe in him, because I know it'll drop him instantly.

By the time I've taken a DNA scan, he's attacked me about 5 more times.

Oh yeah. He's also got Brain Rot.

I try to click on the Necrotech Building, fingers crossed hoping that I'll get there in time. I didn't take body building... goes to show ME ...

The screen comes up. "You are Dead." Never left the square or the Revive Point.

As if that's not enough, he slouches on over to the Necrotech building - he didn't even use up all of his AP to kill me. I'm pretty ticked... not that I can do anything, but I do feel just a little bit better taking a few chunks out of him personally.

Just a bit.)

~Jakc dropped his empty pistols and slugged another zombie with his empty shotgun, giving him room to draw his axe and hack the thing down~

Dammit, Zombie finally start attacking in Tapton and I can't find any of the guys!

( OOC:


Vampires and Werewolves...

I LOLed. )

Hey folks.. anyone like shopping or more specifically.. badges..

I want to order myself a Mrh? badge, just for amusement value.. but it seems a bit ridiculous to order one from the states if that's all I want. Anyone want one? If I order a pack of ten it's much cheaper. :-)

http://www.cafepress.com/kevandoto…

And I haven't seen these at Pole Mall or anywhere else lately... ;-)

West Grayside.

Weeks of having been shot repeatedly, the woman slouched among the dead, dull cloudy eyes moving around without registering what they saw ... that is, until human flesh came into view - not on the run, nor aiming at her with a pistol, but actually coming right for her. Before she could even reach out to try and grasp him for a bite, there was a syringe stuck in her neck, and down she went, flopping like a fish out of water.

When next she woke, she only remembered dim flashes of what was her former self ... though there was a nice name badge on the fellow. "Roffle LeMowe... nice gu--"

But before she could finish speaking, she had to roll over and puke up several pounds of human flesh.

Wiping her mouth with one hand, she stood and looked for the nearest place of safety... Egbert General Hospital. Already she'd been studying what she could to learn to Identify Necrotech buildings ... and thank goodness that none of that training went to furthering her Zombie traits. Although the welcomed buzzing was in her ears, she was badly infected. Limping over to a nice little area in the corner, she took a seat and checked her pockets to make sure everything was still there. Everything seemed in order.

Brushing several bullets that had popped out with reviving from her clothes, she sighed and laid her head against the wall. What she really wanted was a change in menu other than Soylent Green.

(OOCly: Just to check... which folks are currently still giving out lovenips to the fleshies?)