Here Be Zombies

She’s been alone for periods of time, hitchhiking with various gangs until she ended up in Can Town miraculously. - Casey is trying to keep her mind off Christmas and focus on her work.

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Casey is a peculiar character and we’d be glad to have you in our midst

but

this para doesn’t really show how well your skills are as a rper. We are willing to give you a chance, but you are on a one week trial. That means that, during this week, you’ll have to prove to us how you handle yourself interacting with others.

If you accept this terms, you are very welcome into our cozy little family!

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This is an ancient rp suddenly coming back to life. We promise lots of entertainment for new arrivals, since the plot is now 2 years after the zombie outbreak, and there will be barely any mentions about the old lore

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This is an ancient rp suddenly coming back to life. We promise lots of entertainment for new arrivals, since the plot is now 2 years after the zombie outbreak, and there will be barely any mentions about the old lore

Needless to say we are doing this para and trying to make it serious. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you are a great roleplayer, all we ask is that you pay attention, make what you do credible, and are respecting. This should show from your INTRO PARA.

To join, submit your audition in the ask box.

Thankfully, you'll find that our LINKS page has emergency chatrooms. All logs get saved in the LOGS page

MAIN: http://unsupported.msparp.com/chat/emergencyzombiestuck

Jake barely managed to survive these past two years of the zombie invasion, migrating from town to town. Jake, exhausted from the long trek across the state, felt as though his glimmer of hope to find sanctuary was fading. His food supply was running dry and his canteen was lost miles back. All the withering man had now was his duo pistols and the tattered rags on his back. Jake doesn’t know when, but he started talking to himself aloud at some point. (cont 2)"Just a few more miles, mate. Just keep that chipper English swagger in your step, can’t give up now." If it wasn’t for his own pep-talk, he would’ve dropped miles back. (end)

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Dear Mr EnglishYour application has been more than fucking accepted.

Now let me go hide in a corner and nurse my broken feels

(Continued Meenah) You used to have hella rainbow braids that fell to your hips, but soon after the calamity reached California you had to cut them off. Your pixie-cut hair is dyed bright blonde, but you haven’t been able to dye your roots for a while, meaning they are beginning to show their natural dusty brown. Your eyes are bright blue, what you think is your best feature. You are rather strong from your years of being a VARSITY SWIMMER at your high school. You don’t wear much jewelry anymore

(once again, continued Meenah), however you do wear a watch shaped like a clam-shell. You wear clothes practical for swimming, a close-fitting tank top and a pair of yoga pants, both black. You have a pair of fuchsia goggles ready for anytime, just in case you have to get your fins wet. Swimming is the main reason you have been able to survive the last couple years. Although staying at the college worked for a couple months, supplies began to run low.

(Last one I swear) You bailed the fuck out of there and left to find a safe haven called Can Town. Although you were relatively close to the location traveling through the desert alone was dangerous. You have been drifting around for the last twelve months, but you feel you might finally be close. You haven’t heard from your mother or younger sister for ages, you are not sure if they are alive.

Your interests include, and are relatively limited to: Swimming competitively, surviving, marine biology, fishing, hanging with your "gillfronds", reading (especially about the Roman empire), and making fish puns at inappropriate times.

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One wordYesHell Fucking Yes

Whalecum to this fish in party (OOC HERE)

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This is an ancient rp suddenly coming back to life. We promise lots of entertainment for new arrivals, since the plot is now 2 years after the zombie outbreak, and there will be barely any mentions about the old lore

Needless to say we are doing this para and trying to make it serious. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you are a great roleplayer, all we ask is that you pay attention, make what you do credible, and are respecting. This should show from your INTRO PARA.

To join, submit your audition in the ask box.

Jade's Appearance: Tan skin, oval like face with Short black hair, Dazzling emerald eyes, and full lips. She is 5'10” with a flat chest (A32 Bra size), wide hips and long legs. She wears white waps on her arms, a blue T-Shirt that has bec's face on it, a faded denim jacket, boot-cut jeans, black Combat boots, black kneesocks. She also has a large camo colored backpack that has 10 pockets. (Two large in the main, two on the side, four hidden within the two main and 2 on the front) (Part 2)Backstory: "Before all this shit went down, I lived on a farm." The girl looked off, seeming to be in another place, another time, "I had a good life, way out in the woods with nothings for as far as the eye could see. I was happy, my PopPop was happy." Her features darkened, biting her thumb lightly in spite, in anger, "Just a trip to the big city to get some of the bare necessities we couldn't grow. Drop off produce and we were out. But no, that just wasn't how it could work out. (part 3)We got to city, the whole place looked like hell. PopPop was so [i]scared[/i] for those folks. Bec an' I went one way - and he the other. He told me to find livin' people, to help 'em. I never saw him again. Ended up somewhere outside that forsaken place when I saw a little girl getting eaten alive by someone. Never did get a good look." She gave a grim chuckle, eyes dulled in recalling the buried memories, "After that I just went home. (part 4)Stayed there for as long as I could – until a group of two tried to raid my house, They broke down the door and came right in... I killed those people with my PopPop's gun. Filled them with lead. I couldn't do it anymore and packed up as much food as I could, dog food, water, seeds, bandages... and my scrapbook. It's the only thing left I have of him now. Stole a car and drove for as far as it could take me, stole what I had to and survived. I don't know how long I was out there. (P5)Maybe I wanted to find PopPop. I'm not sure anymore. But I found this place, and they needed someone to care for their animals. I couldn't turn down something like that, a chance to rest – to do what I knew how.” She sighed heavily, “... And that's all I have to say about my past.” (P6 - End)-

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(2) or alive. Her interests involved fixing things, computers, fantasy books, and video games, in fact she might have gone insane without her gameboy. Overall, she wasn’t doing badly for a nineteen-year-old in the apocalypse. Roxy was a girl who made the best of things, the apocalypse being no exception. At age seventeen she had left densely populated and heavily infected NY as fast as possible when the outbreak started, grabbing the essential supplies (read as: rifle, snacks, and gameboy)(3) and looking for a safe haven. She still made the best of things, but understandably the apocalypse was stressful and old vices taunted her, she was fighting to keep one step ahead of the undead and her addiction. It wasn’t all bad though, she finally got the chances to use all the dumb one-liners she could think of, and all this free time gave her ample time to think of them. She had left NY on her motorcycle, using the advantage of its speed and maneuverability to evade zombies and get (4) through the abandoned car wrecks that used to be highways. It had taken her quite a ways before the thing broke down. Tires popped from wear, engine gave out. She could have fixed it but she was too far away from any place with the tools. A week of walking and eating nothing but Cheetos later, she was getting closer to Can Town. Finally, the cliché safe haven she had needed all this time. Surprising that it had taken her a year-and-a-half to find out about it, and another half a year to get(5) get there, but she had. Now the only question was how long it would take for something to happen and completely fuck it all over for her. She was a few hours walk outside of the town and would make it there soon.

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Holy ShitIt’s sad how there really aren’t enough badass Rolal’s around.

You’re amazing and so welcome in. OOC CHAT HERE

Time for some action

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Needless to say we are doing this para and trying to make it serious. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you are a great roleplayer, all we ask is that you pay attention, make what you do credible, and are respecting. This should show from your INTRO PARA.

To join, submit your audition in the ask box.

Aradia is Japanese, with waist length dark brown hair she keeps in a ponytail, and rusty brown eyes. She’s dirty like her sister from lack of baths, but tries to keep her hair brushed. She’s five foot eight, a relatively healthy weight despite the apocalyptic settings, with an equal balance of muscle and chub. Damara is her older sister by four years. The rest of her family is presumed to be in Japan still.Damara and Aradia moved to America when they were sixteen and twelve respectively, settling into Chicago. They moved from Japan because Damara got a job drawing and writing mangas and comics: Aradia just tagged along for the ride. The apocalypse started when Aradia was fourteen. Now at sixteen, she is making her way to Can Town alone. Six months ago Damara and Aradia were fighting a small herd of zombies with another group.With the zombies on their tail, one member of the other group, in a fit of desperation, shot Damara in the leg/knee, intending to sacrifice her and get the rest of them out alive. However, Aradia managed to fight off the remaining zombies in an adrenaline-rushed frenzy and get her and her sister to safety. Two months before making it to Can Town, Damara and Aradia were scavenging in a small town when a larger herd of Zombies ambushed them.Damara, being injured from four months prior, shoo’s Aradia ahead to keep her safe, knowing they wouldn’t be able to fight all of them off. Aradia, assuming Damara was dead, trekked to Can Town on her own, where she eventually met Sollux. ((grimdarkkankrivantas and I talked about the sisters relationship before hand, and robot-unicorn-attack-fandom talked with me about possibly being shippy if we were both accepted to this chat group!))——————————————————————————————————————————————————

He was tall at 5’10” but scrawny to the point of being sickly. His entire body was narrow and bony with lengthy limbs that almost looked too awkward to be of use. His skin was pale; a pallor that had to be unhealthy, especially stretched over such sharp bones. Dark hair that was once a sharp black had faded into greyer territory; unkempt and messy, curling around his ears and often plastered to his face. Crooked teeth gave him a drawling lisp he loathed and often poked out over his lips.Sollux’s eyes were an extremely pale, almost milky blue and terribly bloodshot, ringed by heavy bags. He did his best to conceal the disturbing, bruised patch of skin on his left shoulder that still had visible teeth indentations. His father and dad would have cried if they were alive to see just how badly their adopted only son had deteriorated. Well, he had burned their devoured corpses nearly a year ago back at his ranch home in the Midwest.The sole half-survivor of being too generous and letting asshole travelers stay the night. Half, because he had also been a victim. Only he lived through it. Sollux, barricading himself in his bedroom, had “died”, awakened with a hunger, and then “died” again when it could not be sated. Except he woke up, again, alive and mostly normal. Aside from some nerve damage, issues with controlling his left arm, a subtle craving for flesh and violent outbursts when pushed to the edge, he was a normal survivor. Only, not everyone saw him that way, and he had been forced to rethink his plans to join Can Town. Traveling all the way to the national park only to see another bitten survivor be shot on sight had turned Sollux off from that plan in a heartbeat. So he stuck to the surrounding park, building a shelter for himself in a cave near a waterfall and living off the land, in a way. The zombies left him alone unless he got too close or drew attention to himself, and on occasion he might chat with some passing survivors he felt would not immediately shoot him in the face. Otherwise, it was a life of semi-peaceful solitude and he was simply grateful to be alive. Or, as he liked to put it, un-undead. ((Annnnnnnnnd done. Wow, that was a lot! I hope none were eaten. Just message me if you want the longer backstory or if there’s any confusion!))-Wow.That was just plain amazing, there’s no need for much elseAnd by the way, the chatrooms are up again. Thanks for the warning, if Charat goes down once more ill move things onto msparpWelcome aboard Sol!

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