Thread: The Horror/Zombie RPG

Here it is, the Horror/Zombie RPG. Anyone can join at anytime just write your profile in the PROFILE thread and await my validation:

The characters so far;


The Intelligent
Alyssa Greenley- Blossom
Virgil Dinamor- Lyonidus
Roland X- Nineteen


The Invincibles
Rumina Rorec- Grace-is-totally-overated
Jardyn Illis- Cefor
Tanson- Blood Writer


The Unmentionables
Iris Dehaveland- (Charlie Eleanor)
Fessi Sunstalk- (Aurashield)
Jackson Cage- Jynx
Faith Wolf- Renos Babe


The church was dark. No, it was more than dark, it was... it was death. The ominous, overbearing shadowy nature of the place felt like the inside of a coffin. OR what it must feel like to be in one. What it must feel like... There were a group of people who knew exactly what it must feel like. They all shared this space together.
Outside the wind howled, it growled, it seemed to rip at the very bricks that held up the gothic construction around them. Noise was indistinguishable over the roar of the wind, but surely, if they listened hard enough they'd be able to hear the screams. The screams they had heard when they were first drug into the church, some willingly, others not so. Who was it who had led them in there? A man in a large black cloak. An elderly man, long beard. Looked almost like God himself. Maybe it was? They were in a church afterall. A sanctuary of sorts, but for how long?

How much longer could they stay locked inside? It had already been 3 days, and three nights since the outbreak. It started with the Prime Minister's death on television. Beamed into the homes of families, into the minds of pre-pubescent children, into the hearts of couples, into the memories of the elderly, the images, the message, the awakening had been burnt into the hearts and souls of them all.

What had become of the outside now? Nobody knew. The television inside the church had gone down on the first night. What had happened to the world outside? Surely not too much damage had been caused because afetr all it already looked like the countries soul had been stripped. The whole country was one giant ghetto. Poor living on the doorsteps of the rich, affluence next to poverty. Life next to death. Now death was as close as ever, and it was all this small band could do to keep their feelings under control.

They had not seen the man who had brought them to the church since that first night, it was like he had disappeared. But that was impossible, all the doors to the church were locked and almost constantly under surveillance. No one had left or entered. Would they leave even if they could? That remained to be seen, because if he didn't return soon, they would have to leave. A lack of food, and the necessary amenities required it. But which of the three groups would leave first? And to what future?

They had situated themselves in three groups. The Intelligent were seated at the front of the church. The invincibles, trying to kick the door down, but unable. Finally, the unmentionables, positioned up in the gallows of the church, looking down on the other two groups, secluding themselves so as not to feel the rejection they had throughout their lives. Suddenly, someone spoke, it seemed for the first time in days...

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Some rules before we start;-
1. You cannot control another persons character, your are only able to talk to them and start an interaction, they must then reciprocate. You can control characters you choose to make up, such as a man who may be walking down the street selling knives or something random.

2. Post as often as you want but you cannot post twice in succession, you must wait for someone else to post.

3. When posting keep a real time line. You cannot say something like 'So we jumped on a train and travelled over night'. You must all write in real time, and I as narrator will decide when to skip ahead or such things.

4. You can do anything you want to but you cannot break the rules my character of the BLACK PRIEST lays out.

5. Have fun, part of this experience is just seeing where it goes, although I will lead you in certain directions.

Basically I have a goal which you must all reach but I will merely prompt you. The better your written passages are and the more owrthy of survival I think you are the better you will fare.

I control all the zombies and the Black Priest. You can attack zombies when you want but as I have said before, using brute force etc. willg et you killed. I control the zombies and I control you lives. So try and stay alive as long as possible.

Finally... to begin, it wold be best for you all to start getting to know eachother in character in the church. There can be rivalries etc... Just enjoy, and know that you CAN NOT leave the church until the Black Priest shows up.
(You have all been in the church for 3 days, you experienced the zombies attack for only a few hours.....)

Begin...

Virgil looked around himself and laughed to himself.

"I problably belong back there with the invincibles!" he thought to himself.

And it was true, tall and muscular, his short black hair was so for practicality, his straight nose and high cheekbones making him handsome, but it was his sheer physicality that marked him for something other than an intelligent.

He turned and looked into the rafters, eyes peering down at him.

The unmentionables.

He felt pity for them, they had been sunned all they lives, forced to live as outcasts, viewed upon as freaks.

He bent to a girl next to him, she looked deep in thoought.
He introduced himself.

"Hello, my name is virgil, may i ask yours?"

Iris could feel the splinters tearing through her pants and into her skin. She had been sitting on the same ply board in the ceiling of the church for days now. How long had it been? Oh yes, 3 days. For three days she had focused all of her energies on dissecting the personalities of the people surrounding her. She didn’t understand why she was there, and she didn’t trust a soul, even the unmentionables. She knew their kind well, but this was no time to make assumptions. Everyone was an enemy until they proved themselves, and even then..

A twinge of hunger passed through her stomach, and she quickly suppressed it. She knew exactly how long she could go without food, and she still had two weeks left. No reason to concern herself with a grumble from her stomach. She sat back on her post, watching, waiting, learning. A man on the floor bent down to a girl. He was very handsome, but that didn't concern her in the slightest. She closed her eyes, and allowed her hearing to search the room for the impending converstation.

roland hadn't had his fix today. he could feel it. a deep hunger. he felt a shiver pass over him.

if he didn't get some soon... well, there would be reprecussions. loss of focous was one side-effect as well as shivering and sweating.

roland was a smart young man. he knew somthing was wrong. call it intuition. it was in the wind, in the air. there was a bitterness in the supposedly holy place. the very building seemed to creak with anticipation. there were no voices apart from one of the larger males attempting to hold a converstion with a woman huddled in a corner.

talk

roland didn't like the look of the thugs around him. brutes all of them. he had only come to meet his dealer. somehow roland knew he was already dead. he pondred the grim situation. roland would wait and see what evolved of this unlikely situation. best to bide his time. fighting was not his thing.

he got up and began to pace around the church. there must be somthing of use in here. somthing worth stealing.

Something distracted her. Someone moving around...She opened her eyes and looked at the man. She could see the hunger in his eyes. She knew that hunger. Iris, herself, had never tried Spike, but she had been a dealer for sometime. Depending on other people’s weaknesses for income was kind of a game to her. He was prowling the church, obviously going through withdrawals. She smirked, the only facial expression she had given for days. It would be funny to see this man fall apart, but she would eventually need an ally. Someone that was easily controlled, who needed something she had. She removed on of the five remaining vials of Spike and dropped it on the floor in front of the man. She held her breath at the chance, hoping that no one else had seen it but her and the druggy.

roland was stopped in his tracks. he cold smell the Spike on her before she even drew it out. his espression was blank for a fraction of a second but he turned it to a determined, cold glance. he could play this, she was a grild at least his age or younger. manipulating her would be a peice of cake. he smiled broadly,
"My name's Roland," he said with all the warmth in the world.

"And I am Iris. I have something you need."

She smiled. She could feel him thinking about her. She wondered what he assumed. Most people thought her thin body frame meant she was a weakling, and some mistook her silence for ignorance. But, this man...she didn't know.

She jumped down from the rafters. "I have a limited supply so use them wisely."

the girl moved with inhearent confidance beyond her years. like a serpant she came down to the floor. underestimation was dangerous,
"So they are a gift," he said trying not to smile more broadly, perhaps failing. He turned the topic to her in an attempt to win her favour, "I would not like you to go without, if you have need then i will not relive you of all of them." he moved closer, showing his palms, "It would play on my counciense, to deprive a stunning young girl such as yourself. the withdrawals are most unpleasnt." he paused "I have heard."

The pew was hard and uncomfortable, but after three days of barely moving from a single position Alyssa had grown used to the rough feel of the wood. Actually, it was more like she had grown so numb that she no longer noticed. It was somewhat ironic, she thought, that a place that was supposed to be a sanctuary of warmth and love was now so cold, and dark. Her fingers clenched the edge of the seat, the knuckles white. She stared up at the crucifix adorning the wall in front of her.

The figure of Christ impaled upon the wooden cross had always struck Alyssa as a particularly disturbing image to worship. But then, she had found the entire concept of God slightly disturbing anyway. She didn’t like to think of herself as the product of another’s imagination; a creation to be toyed with at will. No. Alyssa was her own person, and would never allowed herself to be controlled or manipulated.

Not that it mattered any more, she supposed. Even if there was a God, He wasn’t being very helpful now, was He? Or perhaps guiding them all here, giving them this chance of survival was His idea of help. Oh, yeah, she almost laughed, Holing ourselves up here for three days has really helped.

Alyssa shivered, and drew her knees up to her chin. After spending so much time sitting still even that barest movement made her joints twinge with pain. She glanced up as a shadow fell across her, causing her long, dark red hair to spill over her shoulder and down her back. Bending over her was a handsome, raven haired young man.

“Hello,” he said pleasantly, “My name is Virgil. May I ask yours?”

“Alyssa,” she replied. Her voice was hoarse and rusty with disuse, “My name’s Alyssa.”

“I don’t need them, but if you don’t mind, I will hold on to them until you need them. There is death in the air, and if you go before me I’d like to have all of my assets, but please,” She bent down to the floor and picked up the one she had dropped. “Take this one for now. I would hate to see a man, such as you, suffer from the side effects of withdrawal.” She gave him her best impersonation of a flirtatious female. She would avoid it at all cost, but if needed she would use her body as a tool.

“Oh, and you may not want to tell anyone that I have this stuff. The more for you, kind of thing.” She attempted a sweet smile, and sat down on the pew, closing her eyes. She was finished talking to him now. Besides he would be back, and perhaps by then she would know more about other people in the church.

Suddenly he reappeared. The man who had brought them there. His arrival was impossible to ignore. A loud bang as he slammed a door at the front of the church beside the altar. As quick as he appeared he was already vanishing into another door. His black cloak whisking behind him as he moved. Without turning to the gathered company who all stared in amazement at his rearrival he uttered these words;

"Chaos, absolute chaos! Be calm, I shall return with news of your.... situation.. later!"

The new door slammed closed behind him...
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This is great stuff so far guys. We'll keep it at this nice steady pace all along and create a long rpg we can all enjoy.

She was playing him. that much was obvious. but he didn't care. The held the bottle in his hand, contemplating his own weakness. it was funny how he had changed since the incident. funny.

Roland smiled warmly, rembering his books on psycology. she was clever too. perhaps too smart to be taken in. he took the one bottle and put it in his poket. he would not be her lap dog! not as long as he could last without her...

he gave her a bubbly "thank you". and left to the pew. he was not going to ingest the Spike. not as long as he could last without it. it was more logical to try to last as long as possible without it. he began pacing again, lloking at the other member of this unlikely group. two peolpe were holding a conversation. he kept one eye on iris. tis was going to get worse before it got better.

He didn't take the drugs right away. Stronger than she thought. Perhaps he was not the person she needed. She was prepared to go it alone in any circumstance, but it was easier if you had someone disposable when the time came. She crossed her arms, stretched her legs and pretended to sleep.

She thought about the man who reappeared and dissapeared so suddenly. Who was he, and what did he want. She didn't like being out of control, she didn't like it at all.

The creatures surrounded him, there Zombie like features grasping him and trying to force him to the ground. Tanson threw his fists from side to side, feeling there weak skin rip apart. There were hundreds, all seemingly striding his way, there undead structure causing them to limp. Tanson would of called them Zombies, but he still could not believe the last few hours he had experienced. Suddenly he felt something at his leg, he looked down, suprised when he spotted 3 of them sinking there decayed teeth into it. He tried to shake it off, but another grabbed onto his hand. Within a minute, he felt himself sink into the crowd, the teeth of many crushing his flesh. Death was the next chapter in Tansons book, or the last so to speak.

Suddenly he woke, the stench of dead parts fading and the picture of his own death evaporating from his sight. He withdrew the tattered black cape covering him and looked up at the 4 over survivors standing upon the church. Tanson had withdrawn to the corner 3 days ago, interaction with others just made his problem worse. The dream had been the same, everytime he had been asleep his experience of the creatures had replayed in his head. He sighed silently, trying not to bring attention to himself.

"Chaos, absolute chaos! Be calm, I shall return with news of your.... situation.. later!"

The voice that had saved him from the creatures, the voice he was silently grateful for yet the voice he would avoid to reply too. After the voice, a slam. Tanson shook, then swore beneath his breath. He peered around again, 2 were in deep conversation, smiling at each other. Tanson shook his head, how could anyone smile at a time like this. He had promised his father to make a difference, this just made his situation worse.

The church was peaceful, the sort of peace Tanson enjoyed. But now small mutters filled the air, small mutters that agrivated Tanson. Where they talking about him? Where they planning against him? What were they doing? Tanson felt his self control shudder, if the whispers didnt stop, soon it would shatter.

Releasing the beast!

one of the men awoke with a start. while iras lay, clearly pretending to sleep. he looks around like a wild dog. suddenly siding with iris was looking like a better choice. however in this starange situation perhaps the weak were a better choice.

he stood up and sat the bottle of Spike on the pew. iris noticed, he was sure of it. he approached the new man, wairly at first. then with conviction,
"Welcome," Roland said with his trademark fake smile. the man obviously was shaken, easy prey perhaps. clearly very strong and familiar with combat. he could be used.