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(Louisiana's char should turn into a zombie.....NAO! And if not.... Uber.....) |
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ObliviounJoin Date: 2010-08-10
Post Count: 2001 |
(They are offline...lol) |
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(Yes, but he will see it next time gets on >:D) |
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ObliviounJoin Date: 2010-08-10
Post Count: 2001 |
(Wanna do a tiny, minor roleplay in here just to kill some time?) |
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(Well, I'm doing this on my Wii, instead of computer, so it'll take longer than usual to reply but sure.) |
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ObliviounJoin Date: 2010-08-10
Post Count: 2001 |
(I run around in circles throwing pies.) |
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JoshuajebJoin Date: 2009-02-23
Post Count: 788 |
(Super, read one of my previous posts. You ubered too.)
(QUOTE "Wouldn't it be kinda hard to bite someone on the neck with a knife sticking into your back?" END QUOTE.) |
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Kale climbed out of the shower, rubbed himself dry, and got dressed. He muttered something under his breath, and went to the kitchenette area to cook something for himself. What he saw when he pulled up the blinds would stay with him for a long time. His campervan was surrounded by zombies. |
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Name : Corentin
A.ge : 20
Gender: M
Apearance:Corentin have a blue Cap and a bandage in the hands , have blue eyes , And have a smile had any moment .
Infected?: No...
Weapons : A simple Pistol and a knife
Personnality: Happy
Bio : Native of France , Corentin speak perfectly the French , after the death of his parents , |
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Its good i am bad in english... T_T |
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(Well, at least your using capital letters at the beginning of your sentances. That's better than SOME people on this forum can speak.)
Having correctly diagnosed that they were zombies, Kale wondered what there was to do. Furst thing was to get away. He had pulled over to the side of a street, so he could drive away. Sitting in the driving seat, he turned the ignition. The engine turned over first try, And he put it in first gear. He then slammed down on the accelerator, and knocked over a few lines of zombies. After that, it was slower progress, but he was definately going somewhere. |
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(@joshua Well, a knife in your spine doesn't really affect a zombie that doesn't feel pain.) |
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(It would disrupt the nerve's capability to transmit chemical messages though. Quadriplegic zombie.) |
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I see a dude in a car, trying to plow over zombies. "Need some help!" I call out, plunging a fist into a zombies face. The zombie flys through a wall 2 or 3 feet away. |
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(Its a campervan. With a boat on trailer.)
Kale didn't dare open the window. He stayed on gear one, as upshifting in this would likely just stall the engine. He heard someone shouting to him, but there was nothing they could do. He looked into his vehicle for something to use. There were knives in the kitchen area... the kitchen area, of course! He had been going to make something to eat. With the microwave oven. He switched off the engine, and ran into the back of his campervan, and unplugged the microwave oven. |
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(It's still a car..)
I shoot a zombie running at the campervan. I kick another one running at ME. It flew 8 feet into the air, and plunged into the ground. The spine must have shattered, at the speed it was moving at. I planted my foot onto the wall and pushed off, landing on the roof of the van. |
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(I keep frogeting...) REPOST
I shoot a zombie running at the campervan. I kick another one running at ME. It flew 8 feet into the air, and plunged into the ground. The spine must have shattered, at the speed it was moving at. I planted my foot onto the wall and pushed off, landing on the roof of the van. Flight time, 2.6 seconds. |
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I feel around for a weak spot. Zombies were swarming the camper. I found one and pressed on it. A little opening came out. I droped in, and put the opening back. |
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Kale saw some guy jumping through the skylight. "What the frick?" he asked, surprised. Though, to be honest, the guy could be asking the same question. He was driving through a zombie horde, and carrying a microwave oven around in his campervan.
(It's a Swift Sundance 590RS. It's not a car, it's a van with a living area where you might normally take cargo.) |
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(OKAY FINE!)
"Hi." I say. "Are you making brekfast?" I ask. |
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Kale stared at him for a second. "No. Lunch." he replied, and brought the microwave oven into the cab. He rested it on the dashboard, and left it there. He went to find his tool kit, pushing past the newcomer. |
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"Ah. I haven't had anything to eat for days." I say. I roll up my sleeve and cover a ullet hole. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10." I counted. I uncover the wound and see it had stopped bleeding. |
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Kale noticed what the guy was doing as he rushed back to the cab with a small black and yellow box. "Theres a first aid kit in one of the kitchen cupboards. You'll have to take off the rubber lock." It wasn't really a lock, more something normally used to stop babies opening fridges, where there were two suckers and a rubber bar going between the two.
Having placed the kit in the passenger seat, Kale opened it, and found a suitable screwdriver. He began using it to take the side panel off the microwave oven. |
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"Im fine." I say. I realized I was really tired. I cheked my pocket and realized I had brought "Doctor Who: Season 2" with me. "Mind if I watch the tele?" I ask. |
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