The Apartment Building Sign Up - Horror based game

[Jon Garrett]

A week ago, the world ended.

Or at least, the world we humans have taken so many years to create. The worst thing? Some of us never noticed it happening. A few probably still refuse to accept it. There already dead and just still talking.

Humans are no longer the most dominant thing on the planet. They are. They were, once, human. What are they now? Hard to say…they feast on the flesh of anything that lives, but they aren’t mindless. They can use weapons, and reload them if they need to. There fast, strong and tough. In fact, shooting them won’t kill them. Blowing their damned heads off doesn’t kill them. So far, they’ve regenerated from everything we can throw at them.

It started in Europe, and spread. How did it spread so fast? I dunno. Within two days of what was the first confirmed reports, they were on every continent, in every city…we tried to fight them, but when you die you join them…and they don’t die. We never had a hope in hell.

I hear tell that someone nuked half the planet trying to kill these things. Dunno if it worked, but you never know. I can hear them even now, beyond the street barricades. They’re laughing at us.

I’ve organised everyone I can find who wanted a chance to live. You’d be surprised how many though suicide was a better option than becoming one of those things. There are whole churches full of people who killed there families and then themselves. Can’t say I blame them, but it’s not my style to go the quietly.

We’ve fortified the apartment block I own. Only one way in or out to the grounds, plus a sixteen-foot wall all around it. They’ll breach it eventually, but with luck we won’t be there anymore. We’ve also barricaded the three streets leading to it. Busses, wrecked trucks…those will slow them down, but again, they won’t stop them.

These are just temporary measures, however, while we lay our plans to escape…

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Alright boys and girls, this game is set in our world, modern day. Your character can be anyone from the President of the US down to Jim the Hobo who likes his paint stripper and vodka cocktail. What they can’t be is super-human. No wizards, no Ninja of Teleporting Stealth, no one from outer space with Spikey Gold Hair, called SSJ something who’ll just blast a hole all the way to a tropical island where he’ll become our benevolent protector…

Your character needs to be realistic. This means unlikely to be some kinda black-ops specialist, but it is possible. You can also have whatever you want as a weapon…as long as it’s realistic, of course, and theirs a reason you’re carrying that rocket launcher. Stealing from dead soldiers is quite acceptable.

And remember…the enemy are heavily armed and capable of sniping you. They’re immortal…we aren’t. Sucks to be us, huh?

Full setances where you do things like write in third person, past tense are required please. No lol, no 1337, no crap like that please.

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Character name: Adrian Jacks

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Weapons: A Remington Bulldog Shotgun, home made explosives.

Equipment: Body Armour, Night Vision Goggles

Appearance: A tall man wearing jeans, a black t-shirt with Bring It On! across the back (currently covered by the body armour) and a faded denim jacket. Adrian stands about 6’ft tall and 200lbs or so in weight, and wears black combat boots on his feet. He has sever days of growth on his chin, giving him a ragged appearance, and his blonde hair is in a messy ponytail. He has a pair of stolen night-vision goggles which he normally keeps pushed up above his eyes during the day.
Adrian is fairly solidly built, but not all that fit. He lacks stamina and it’s obvious he enjoys his food a little too much. However, he’s still a very powerful human being.

History: Adrian owns the apartment building where the survivors are currently inhabiting, and has fortified it to a point where it should be able to withstand a siege for sometime. Adrian himself is married, but doesn’t know where his wife is or what’s become of her. He assumes she has to be dead, but so far hasn’t given up hope. At some point he learned how to make a large number of fairly potent explosives, but doesn’t state how he came across the skill.
Adrian is currently trying to get a huge truck ready, with an oil tanker full of gasoline to use as a fuel tank and behind that a trailer to carry the people out of there. However, it’s having problems…and that’s why the compounds defences are needed.

[lazy man]

This looks interesting. I'd try and think up a sign up now, but I'm busy, so I'll post it later.

[Jon Garrett]

Take your time...I'm patient. |Plus no one else seems to interested yet. But not to fear...the Hypnotoad will bring the flocking to me.

[Ganurath]

Name: Bones
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Weapons: Homemade Flamethrower (Backpack squirtgun loaded with gasoline with a lit match at the nozzle), Hatchet
Equipment: Matches, gasoline tanks, wagon
Appearance: 5'11", 120 lbs, lanky, brown hair and eyes, pale, wears jeans, a t shirt, and glasses.
History: Standard teenage sociopath. His archnemesis became one of them in a gruesome display of arrogance and idiocy, and he wants to stick around to burn the bastard's corpse.

[Myst]

Character name: Matthew Fullmoon

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Weapons: A glock 9mm (his dads) and a katana (from his sword collection).

Equipment: a home made chain shirt, first aid kit and flares

Appearance: Matthew is small, with dark hair and pale blue eyes. His hair is short and worn in small backward swept spikes. He wears cut off khaki pants, and an open button up shirt over a tank top.
History: Before things went to hell in a handbasket, Matthew was something of a nerd. Although somewhat awkward around others, he was still friendly and outgoing. Seeing everyone and everything familiar to him destroyed changed that. His eyes, which once shone with the joy of life, are now hollow and haunted. He rarely speeks, but when he does, it is worth taking note of. Despite his small size (5' 3" 94 lbs.) he is suprisingly strong, and excels at melee combat. He also has some basic knowledge of first aid, from a summer class the year before. His only reason to continue living is the hope that this is reversable, though he knows that to be a foolish dream.

[Jon Garrett]

You two guys both look fine.

Name: Whisper
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Weapons: UZI 9mm machine gun, machete
Equipment: Kevlar body armor, lighter, cigarette pack
Appearance: An ex-Delta Force soldier with a knack for appearing and disappearing into shadow (not anything supernatural, he just seems to appear out of thin air), Whisper is a tall, gaunt man (5'11", 167 pounds). He always seems calm in any situation and is a deadly sniper. He's a heavy smoker and has long, black hair and green eyes.
History: Growing up in a military school after being abandoned and being sent off to the Army, Whisper has pledged to find and kill his parents. His most prized possession is a machete given to him by one of his officers, a man who was the closest thing Whisper had to a father.

[IHateMakingNames]

Originally Posted by Muktar

Weapons: Homemade Flamethrower (Backpack squirtgun loaded with gasoline with a lit match at the nozzle),

That is not a flame thrower, that is suicide. It would just blow up.

Also, I'll join when I get around to making a bio. At the moment, I'm thinking Stabbin' Hobo.

[Ganurath]

Originally Posted by IHateMakingNames

That is not a flame thrower, that is suicide. It would just blow up.

Also, I'll join when I get around to making a bio. At the moment, I'm thinking Stabbin' Hobo.

It's almost as ridiculous as zombies, isn't it? You need to leave some room for people to have fun.

[lazy man]

No, Jon said this was realistic, so a squirt gun flamethrower would blow up in your face the moment you try to use it.