IC: "Stayin' Alive" by the BeeGees was the perfect song to describe the moment. As such, it was also what a Mr. Kovian was listening to at the moment, using his trusty CD player (iPods and other MP3 players were too... Well, they were overrated. Plus he had never bothered to buy one, so...) Leaning against a rock, he took aim at someone down below with his Carbine, before firing. It appeared to hit dead-on, as the person fell to the ground. Even though he smiled in a amusement, Kovian still could not comprehend what this was all about, or even understand what this whole thing, or its point, was. It seemed like a bloodbath - woop dee doo da! So a bunch of dudes are killing each other. That kind of violence should be reserved for actual war and video games, not real life. "Whatever," he said to himself, preparing to fire again.
OOC: Sorry I've been gone so long. I've had to do some stuff..... and my siblings are computer hogs, but don't tell them that I said that.
IC: I'm ending this round to begin another one. I would like to intorduce you guys to your new GM, Kovian! He will be in charge of the Hungry Zombie Round. That's right, Zombies! All of those who aren't GM's are going to running for your life trying to survive against wave after wave of zombies. Last man standing wins a magical prize. There will be no friendly fire so don't even think about trying to kill off the competion. You will fighting in an old, abandoned, haunted mansion. That's right, haunted. We're trying to make this as scary as possible. Hope you guys have fun surviving. And remember, you don't have to outrun the zombies, you just have to outrun the competition. Enjoy!
This round will begin when Kovian wishes it to.
-- Edited by Dragonstar on Thursday 9th of July 2009 12:55:46 AM
OOC: Woops. Sorry for starting this late, T. Didn't notice you had added that IC bit. XP
IC: As the players took their positions within the mansion, I was brewing trouble - both inside and outside. At my command were 200 hundred zombies - not even counting the sheer amount of human corpses I possessed. Smiling, I sent twenty of my forty animal zombies in, alongside ten ghosts, giving them permission to do what they pleased within the place. Afterwards, I decided that this could use a bit of... fitting music. As such, "Thriller" soon began to blast through the mansion. I was not planning it, but if some zombies decided to dance... well, at least their prey would have SOME entertainment before they "died."
IC: Rekktor began hunting for a room with one entrance and plenty of cover. She knew she would probably last longer if she could get all the zombies to come through a narrow entrance. She also hoped that her opponents would get themselves killed by the zombies ASAP.
IC: Needless to say that, through the lack of any fighting, I was bored. So, thinking of what to do, I sent in two woolly mammoth zombies. And then they broke the front door down in their attempts tog get inside... Yeah. Very fun.
IC: After seeing the two mammoths break through the door, Rekktor knew she would have to find a better place to hide out in. It would be useless to find a narrow passageway and then have it widened by the undead mammoths. As she entered the kitchen, she slammed the door shut behind her. She knew it wouldn't slow down the mammoth, but it might slow down her opponents just enough so that they all get crushed (or eaten) by the massive zombies.
IC: I must say, it is quite fun watching helpless dudes and dude-ettes being torn apart by zombies, especially when they're screaming for their lives as it happens. As was the case right now: One dude, one dude-ette, ten zombies, two shrieks, four halves of two bodies, two half dude, two half dude-ette. Yeah. Veeeery fun. Aaanyway, I could see Ms. Rekktor run into the kitchen, So I sent in an old zombie who used to be a butcher (and who vaguely resembled Mario... Hm...) So, yeah. He ran at the door, slamming into it, all the while moaning something about turning Rekktor into a pizza... I think.
IN OTHER NEWS, a hole buncha zombies had entered the Ball Room, where some poor defenseless dudes were hiding on the other side, slowly being advanced on by a horde of zombies doing the Thriller dance to Thirller. Veeeery fun.
IC: I, the might creator of this game, am very displeased with the lack of action. Due to inactivity everyone who has not done ANYTHING will be killed. The two people who actually participated in this round will be rewarded $200 for actually doing something. The prize for this round will not be given out. Everyone should prepare for the next round. I expect to see some action in this next round.
OOC: As you can see, we don't need to wait for you guys. If you don't do anything within the first couple days of a round, you'll probably die. This RP is like playing a game without the pause button. If you join, you're stuck in the game. your enemies won't wit until after lunch to kill you. I gave you guys some extra time too. pay attention to the title of this RP. It'll let you know if a round's started are if nothing's currently happening. And make sure to let us know if you're busy. And if I missed your post in "The Official Leaving Thread", sorry. But I didn't see anything the first time I checked.
IC:Kovian walked around the complex, considering what to do. He was very bored, so anything would be fun right now, even jumping off of a platform to his death - though he wasn't emo or anything, just bored. He decided to take a look around the shops. Perhaps one would have a sniper rifle? As he entered, he immediately saw what he was looking for - a sniper rifle. A long one. Perfect! He walked up to the counter, a smile on his face. Promptly, the owner came. "So, how much for that rifle?" he asked, indicating the gun. In his mind, he reminded himself to gag once he left - being this nice was disgusting.