(Role-Play) Class 3 Outbreak [OOC]

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Re: (Role-Play) Class 3 Outbreak [OOC]

Postby TheTeddyguy » Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:17 pm

I always disliked the biker gang stigma we gave them at the start because other than that we NEVER gave indication tot hem being a biker gang. Lionel saw some scouts on dirtbikes and that was it for them on motorcycles lol. They were never wearing colors or anything, it was just a stupid label we gave them with no real story.
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Re: (Role-Play) Class 3 Outbreak [OOC]

Postby coinsruledude » Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:20 pm

Do YOU want to go and edit every use of the word "gang" in both RPs and all the shorts?
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Re: (Role-Play) Class 3 Outbreak [OOC]

Postby TheTeddyguy » Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:22 pm

Gang fits them, 'biker gang' does not.
"**** it, it's late."-Coins "Change it later."-Teddy
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Re: (Role-Play) Class 3 Outbreak [OOC]

Postby tyrud » Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:32 pm

They don't have to be a biker gang. They could just be gang.
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Re: (Role-Play) Class 3 Outbreak [OOC]

Postby TheTeddyguy » Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:37 pm

TheTeddyguy wrote:Gang fits them, 'biker gang' does not.

That's what I was getting at with this lol. While they aren't really a gang, the description still fits them due to their actions so it doesn't need to be changed we just need to edit the stupid biker gang stuff towards the start lol.
"**** it, it's late."-Coins "Change it later."-Teddy
"She had a face like a bulldog licking **** off a nettle."-Jingles
"so he resigned himself to dying in a trash can."

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Re: (Role-Play) Class 3 Outbreak [OOC]

Postby tyrud » Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:47 pm

If there isn't a lot like you said, there's not much that we have to do.
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Re: (Role-Play) Class 3 Outbreak [OOC]

Postby TheTeddyguy » Wed Nov 20, 2013 6:52 am

Reading through the rp again and I stumbled upon this

he thought. "Teddy thinks cocaine is nasty stuff, but doesn't think twice about smoking a joint. Beautiful."

All the lols, all of them.
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Re: (Role-Play) Class 3 Outbreak [OOC]

Postby coinsruledude » Wed Nov 20, 2013 10:25 am

Matt wasn't fond of drugs.
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Re: (Role-Play) Class 3 Outbreak [OOC]

Postby MrProfit2 » Fri Dec 27, 2013 1:53 am

Username: MrProfit
RP Name: Harold Wilhelm
Appearance:

Large white male, completely bald. Light stubble and brown eyes. Fashion Magazines wrapped around forearms for protection, duct-tape gloves. Thick rug wrapped around chest and stomach, more cardboard wrapped around upper legs and shins, combat boots. MORE Rug wrapped around neck for protection. Foreman Hard-Hat and Iraq Gas-Mask.

Weapons (If I'm allowed to start with any)

One 12G Shotgun

One 357 Magnum Revolter (In a holster)

French Cavalry Sword made of tarnishing silver.

Short Machete (Blackened to avoid shining)

.22 Sniper

Last but not least, a LONG rusted pitchfork, good for keeping Zeds at a distance.

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Speed: Some
Strength: Some
Endurance: Alot
Stealth: Little
Bio:

Harold was considered a complete failure among his FEW friends and his close family. He was not able to pass through highschool, or go to college. He rarely ever took up a very minimal job, and when he did it was only for a couple months to keep his family off his back. Harold had never had a girlfriend, or any REAL friends at all really. He inherited a large bulky build of muscle and fat from his father, but rarely ever worked out. He spent most his days on the computer playing zombie outbreak simulators, and spent time planning just in-case something like that happened. He already had a plan to use his fathers firearms when it started, and what he'd put on to avoid bites.

His parents got so depressed about his complete failure in life, that they sent him to live with his Grandpa for a little while until he became responsible enough to get a permanent job, and to start financially preparing for the REAL WORLD.

When the Class 3 Outbreaks began to happen in Major cities, he rejoiced. His Grandpa has only died a week ago from stroke (He was still fairly sad about it), but it wasn't like old Pops was going to survive 2 days in the apocalypse. He began to use old card-board boxes in the garage to make light, anti-bite armor on his limbs, and wrapped rug around everything else. Although he looked like a complete idiot, you would have to admit that the infected would have a pretty hard time trying to bite him through all those layers. The next thing he did was take his old high-school backpack that he brought with him to his grandpas, and then borrowed his Grandpa's old Hard-Hat. His Grandpa used to be a Foreman, and he still had this with him. It would serve very well for head-trauma based attacks and accidents.

Sooner or later Harold came to reality that he needed to get to his parents, as the frontier of infection was moving extremely fast. He biked awkwardly in his makeshift armor all the way to his parents house to find that they were dead, from suicide in their depression. With a quick burial and a bit of mourning, he then grabbed some proper weapons. One shotgun, an old French Cavalry Sword his father had as an antique, and a short-blackened camping machete. He also grabbed his fathers 357 Magnum. He used a leather strap to keep the Shotgun on his back, under the Backpack so that he could easily unsling it. He put the 357 in a holster that he father had luckily, and he also strapped the sword. He put the short machete inside his backpack.

Harold also remembered that he had an Iraq Gasmask that he ordered online, so he went ahead and put that on under his helmet. After ALL of this, he put some survival resources such as food and water, grabbed a rusty pitchfork on the way out, and marched towards the direction of the nearest large city, ready to kill some zed.

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Postby MrProfit2 » Fri Dec 27, 2013 1:55 am

Username: MrProfit
RP Name: Harold Wilhelm
Appearance:

Large white male, completely bald. Light stubble and brown eyes. Fashion Magazines wrapped around forearms for protection, duct-tape gloves. Thick rug wrapped around chest and stomach, more cardboard wrapped around upper legs and shins, combat boots. MORE Rug wrapped around neck for protection. Foreman Hard-Hat and Iraq Gas-Mask.

Weapons (If I'm allowed to start with any)

One 12G Shotgun

One 357 Magnum Revolter (In a holster)

French Cavalry Sword made of tarnishing silver.

Short Machete (Blackened to avoid shining)

.22 Sniper

Last but not least, a LONG rusted pitchfork, good for keeping Zeds at a distance.

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Speed: Some
Strength: Some
Endurance: Alot
Stealth: Little
Bio:

Harold was considered a complete failure among his FEW friends and his close family. He was not able to pass through highschool, or go to college. He rarely ever took up a very minimal job, and when he did it was only for a couple months to keep his family off his back. Harold had never had a girlfriend, or any REAL friends at all really. He inherited a large bulky build of muscle and fat from his father, but rarely ever worked out. He spent most his days on the computer playing zombie outbreak simulators, and spent time planning just in-case something like that happened. He already had a plan to use his fathers firearms when it started, and what he'd put on to avoid bites.

His parents got so depressed about his complete failure in life, that they sent him to live with his Grandpa for a little while until he became responsible enough to get a permanent job, and to start financially preparing for the REAL WORLD.

When the Class 3 Outbreaks began to happen in Major cities, he rejoiced. His Grandpa has only died a week ago from stroke (He was still fairly sad about it), but it wasn't like old Pops was going to survive 2 days in the apocalypse. He began to use old card-board boxes in the garage to make light, anti-bite armor on his limbs, and wrapped rug around everything else. Although he looked like a complete idiot, you would have to admit that the infected would have a pretty hard time trying to bite him through all those layers. The next thing he did was take his old high-school backpack that he brought with him to his grandpas, and then borrowed his Grandpa's old Hard-Hat. His Grandpa used to be a Foreman, and he still had this with him. It would serve very well for head-trauma based attacks and accidents.

Sooner or later Harold came to reality that he needed to get to his parents, as the frontier of infection was moving extremely fast. He biked awkwardly in his makeshift armor all the way to his parents house to find that they were dead, from suicide in their depression. With a quick burial and a bit of mourning, he then grabbed some proper weapons. One shotgun, an old French Cavalry Sword his father had as an antique, and a short-blackened camping machete. He also grabbed his fathers 357 Magnum. He used a leather strap to keep the Shotgun on his back, under the Backpack so that he could easily unsling it. He put the 357 in a holster that he father had luckily, and he also strapped the sword. He put the short machete inside his backpack.

Harold also remembered that he had an Iraq Gasmask that he ordered online, so he went ahead and put that on under his helmet. After ALL of this, he put some survival resources such as food and water, grabbed a rusty pitchfork on the way out, and marched towards the direction of the nearest large city, ready to kill some zed.


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