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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Apr 29, 2009 14:51:50 GMT -6
I've decided to embark on another road down the cyoa forest, a fresh start. Aftermath has run its course with me, Cogs is in charge of it now, and the Parkview Mall cyoa is doombed to obscurity I'm afraid.
This is going to unfold in chapters and what each chapter is like, that's up to the choices the voters make throughout the previous chapter. We need to do some preliminaries before I can truly release this though.
Now should the first chapter:
A) Jump right into the zombie infestation of Willamette?
B) Explore the life of the central character approximately one day before Outbreak? (This will allow preparation and increase the chances of survival)
And the Central Character should be:
C) John Dillion, you all know and love him. Just read his character application in the auditions board for an overview of him.
D) Mark Winthrop, a cocky ne'er do well cop who is new to the force. He's a loose cannon looking to prove himself in the world.
E) Marcus Bradford, a country grown man who just recently came to the city. He is searching for what he wants to do with his life.
F) Your own suggestion
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Post by Rai Chiller on Apr 29, 2009 15:03:01 GMT -6
A). and D)
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Post by Roger Stone on Apr 29, 2009 15:09:48 GMT -6
D + C... *Facepalm* I meant B and E...
So I suppose that means you're not going to finish the old CYOA? Sucks... I am, however, ecstatic you're doing a new one. If John wins, btw, I say that no other non-DR character return none the less. It'd feel too much like the old one.
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Post by Basil on Apr 29, 2009 15:12:23 GMT -6
B) and E)
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Post by slayer22 on Apr 29, 2009 15:14:53 GMT -6
B). and F).
F meaning Josh!
Edit: My Josh >_O <_O
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Apr 29, 2009 17:58:25 GMT -6
Mark's alarm clock chimes at the break of dawn, lulling him out of the pleasant dream he was enjoying. "Yaaagh." He yawns, outstretching his arms in a capital Y fashion. He throws the blue comforter off his shoulder and rises out of bed. "That party last night...." Mark mutters in his slight southern accent, regretting having attended the bash. His clock is set to go off at five in the morning, three hours before he has to be at work.
His fiancee, who is probably in the bathroom doing her hair, advised him against going but he shurgged her off, thinking he'd leave before he got in over his head. "When am I gonna learn to start listening to that woman?" Mark chuckles as he takes two aspirin out of the bottle, letting a glass of water sit under the tap to fill up in the process. "You'll learn when you wake up in a tub of ice with a kidney missing." A petite voice behind Mark chimes, strutting into the kitchen with nothing but one of his white T-shirts on. "And I'll find you and tell you that you were right." Mark replies, giving her a kiss on the top of the head.
His fiancee, Angela Crawford, slaps him on the arm playfully so Mark feigns injury. "I told you to quit abusin' me." He scoops Angela up in his mighty grasp, holding her at eye level for several intense seconds. "You know you like it." She gives him a good morning kiss on the mouth, making Mark just happy to be alive.
2 and a half hours later.....
Mark swiftly climbs into his Red Wing boots, ready for another long day of rooptop construction. "Don't forget your lunch this time! We need to make the car payment so don't go buying any beer either!" Angela calls to Mark as he walks out the door. "Okay hon. Don't buy anymore clothes today then." He calls back, enjoying their morningly exchange of banter.
"Hope the boss goes easy on us, I might sock him in the jaw if he goes off like he did yesterday." Mark zooms back to the image of the job site's foreman exploding in anger at one of the machinery operators, a guy by the name of John. The boss, who prefers to be called Mr. Chandler, launched into a tyrade about being careful with the equipment, job safety, and operating costs. All John had done was set a beam down slightly crooked with the crane, a mistake he solved in less than two minutes. But Mr. Chandler didn't see it that way. He had to get in his face about how it held up everyone else, delaying the overall time it would take to finish the job.
"Ol' Mr. Chandler's gonna get his one day." Mark shakes his head as he recalls the look on John's face, the sheer amount of willpower it took to keep himself from knocking out the stocky old man. Mark has always seen Mr. Chanlder as a short fellow, he can't stand more than five feet three inches. Mark knows that Mr. Chandler uses his position as Foreman to get back at the world for cursing him with his size.
"I won't hold back like John did." Mark grumbles as he pulls into the designated parking space assigned for the workers, amazed by how he didn't even notice the drive. "Can't let my anger get a hold of me today. I need this job." Mark takes his hard hat from the first floor of the building and gathers his tools. He clasps the buckle on his tool belt shut, slings his sledgehammer over his shoulder, and climbs the ladder to his own beam.
5 hours later....
The day goes on without many problems, the only excitement was when the police had to arrest someone on the street below for assualt and battery. "Say Jose, what's the deal with that lately? The newspaper's been saying the number of arrests this week alone is nearing three dozen." Mark asks while taking a drink of his bottled water. The sun shines brightly in the sky, the tempature is nearing one hundred degrees Farenheit. "I wish knew Mark. My abuelita told me something bad is about to happen when I visited her last night. She mentioned her bones aching like they did before a drought in Mexico." Jose says somenly then looks up at Mark. They both laugh and slap their knees on the third story beam, chuckling until their sides hurt.
"Oh man Jose, this is getting to be too much. I'm twenty-five, about to be married, and still working as a goddamned tool hand." Mark brings his fist down on the steel beam in anger, enraged by his own lack of effort in life thus far. Little does Mark know that less than twenty-four hours his life will go hell, literally.
3 hours later.....
After getting off work, Mark is trying to decide whether he should go to the store like Angela wants. "It's been a long day. She'll be mad but she'll get over it." Mark is at the stop sign in front of the store, should he go shopping like Angela asked him too?
A) No way, the boss has been an ass and Mark wants his own piece of ass at home B) Do what Angela asked, the stuff on the list might prove useful for more than chores
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Post by Basil on Apr 29, 2009 18:18:14 GMT -6
B
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2009 11:46:03 GMT -6
B too.
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Post by Veta on Apr 30, 2009 12:16:37 GMT -6
A>
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Post by slayer22 on Apr 30, 2009 15:14:54 GMT -6
B).
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 4, 2009 20:30:37 GMT -6
Current time: 4:00 p.m.
Parking at the back of the lot, Mark withdraws Angela's shopping list from his wallet. Once unfolded, the sheet of paper has ten items on the list. "Let's see here I need two dozen eggs, a carton of orange juice, milk, and a twelve pack of pepsi. Easy enough but what do we need a new mop for? The old one's still usuable." Mark makes a mental note to ask Angela about it.
Once inside the store, Mark pushes his shopping cart slowly through the aisles. Willamette Grocery is about the size of your average grocery store though it lacks the requirements to be classified as a supermarket. It caters mostly to the average American appetite of microwaveable foods and quickly prepared entrees. "What happened to the good stuff we used to grow back home?" Mark silently asks while browsing the fruit. He can tell just by looking at it that chemicals have been added to give the fruit more color and size.
"I wouldn't wanna take a bite of that." He takes an apple with a large black spot on it and throws it in the trash. "What are you doing sir?" Someone asks Mark. "That apple had a big black splotch on it. You know what that can do to a person? Give 'em a real bad case of the runs." Mark tells the employee, who is wearing a red vest over his blue polo shirt. His black slacks and brown belt complete the uniform while his untidy hair shows him to be just a teenager. "Look kid, I won't call the health department if you just let it go." Mark says. The teenager hesistates before nodding, letting Mark go about his business.
"Good kid, he has a smart head on his shoulders." Which is more than Mark can say for most of the people he knows. After placing the new mop in the cart, Mark takes out the list again. "Next we need a new chew toy for the dog, another flea collar, two bags of dog food, bottled water, and garden shears?!" Mark has got to ask Angela what possible use they have for garden shears in an urban apartment. "A woman's mind is a mysterious thing." He decides not to try and comprehend his fiancee's thoughts, that would drive him insane.
1 hour later....
"Your total will be Thirty-three dollars and twenty cents." The cashier tells Mark. "Damn all I've got's a two twenties." He breaks the bills then deposits the change into his wallet. "Paper or plastic?" The cashier asks. "Paper." He answers immediately. "Paper bags!" She calls out to a passing bag boy.
As Mark takes his groceries out the door, the cashier calls for him. "Sir! You dropped your keys by the register." She brings Mark his keys and he notices how cute she is. Her brunette hair is tied back into a ponytail with a blue barette to match her uniform. She lacks the red vest of the previous employee Mark dealt with but her blue shirt is only buttoned up once, showing a small bit of cleavage. Her face is no sore sight, her high cheekbones giving her a brilliant smile. Her facial features make it hard for Mark to look away, he knows he shouldn't be staring this hard into her hazel colored eyes. Eyes which bely her trickster nature.
"Thank you ma'am. I appreciate it but I've got to be going. My fiancee's waiting at home." As soon as he utters the word fiancee, the cashier loses interest. "All right. Well, have a nice day." She says in a bored tone, whipping around to return to her post. Mark watches her walk, admiring her athletic behind. She has on slacks that conform a bit to her skin, Mark laughs as he wonders how much of a pain it is to work with such a pretty girl.
30 minutes later....
"Angela! I went to the Grocery like you wanted!" Mark calls to her once he has his shoes off. He hangs his keys on the rack they have by the door, carrying the groceries into the kitchen. "What do we need a set of gardening shears for dear?" Mark yells as he examines the shears. The black blades on them are sharp enough to sever limbs should someone be foolish enough to place a finger in them.
"Honey?" Mark calls again when Angela doesn't reply. A clatter in the bedroom alerts him that something is wrong. Grabbing the garden shears, he marches to the bedroom. The light is off in the small room, but the connecting restroom light shines dimly through a crack in the door. Mark can hear groans and soft grunts that must be Angela's.
Pushing the door open slowly, he peers into the restroom. Angela is in the corner of the room wrestling with a pale, skinny man. She grunts as he snaps his teeth at her, aiming for the throat. "Mark!" She yells once she sees him looking in. "Angie!" Mark jumps into the restroom, throwing the skinny man off her. "Thank god you showed up. He came into the apartment while I was folding the laundry. I left the door open since it was warm in here." Angela breaks down into tears but they aren't safe yet, the pale man groans as he recovers to his feet.
"What in the fuck?!" Mark exclaims, seeing the decomposing flesh of the pale man. The skin around his mouth is missing but blood is smeared all over his clothes. Before Mark can say something, the zombie lunges at him. Mark instinctively raises the shears, catching the zombie in the stomach. It contiues to press against them, outstretching its arms to grab Mark. Two seconds later, the zombie bleeds out and falls to the ground dead.
2 hours later....
The police remove the body from the apartment. A policewoman questions Mark on what happened for the third time. "Your fiancee says he just wandered in?" She asks. "Yes, I was at the Grocery store at the time picking up some food." Mark says past his fists, clasped together in front of his mouth.
She smiles at Mark after asking the last question, tearing a sheet of paper off then giving it to him. "What's this?" He asks her, counting the numbers on it. "My number should you have anymore questions." She bats her eyelashes at Mark, her black hair hanging in front of her eyes. Her hair hangs to her shoulders, neatly straightened all around her head. She has blue eyes that tell Mark she wants more than to talk about the incident.
"O-okay." He stutters, putting the paper into his pocket. Her standard blue uniform is a button up white shirt that hugs her skin, showing a bit of pink beneath it. Her blue skirt stops at her knees with brown pantyhose covering her shins. The black belt holding it up has a gold buckle fitted with her badge. Mark's overall impression of her is that she is a cute woman, he tells himself once again that he is engaged. Her blue heels clack as she walks out of the apartment, winking at Mark one time before leaving.
"What are we going to do now?" Angela asks Mark, placing her head on his shoulder. Her red, curly hair fills his nose with the scent of strawberries once he kisses her head. "Go to sleep." Mark takes Angela to bed where they have a hard time falling asleep, a sense of dread hanging in the air.
The next morning.....
Mark slaps his alarm again but feels thin air next to him. Angela is gone when he notices the quiet air of the apartment. Mark quickly gets dressed and grabs the garden shears again, having proved their worth. "Angela?" Mark calls out through the apartment but it's empty, save for the barking of their dog.
"Maaaaark!" A high pitched scream shouts. Mark rushes out into the hall where once again, Angela is being held against her will by a pale man. This man is much more muscular than the one from before though, he also stinks to high heavens. Angela isn't even dressed, wearing the black nightgown she knows Mark loves. It's lacy material waves as she struggles to stop the zombie from biting her. Mark is hesitant to attack, he doesn't want to risk hurting his fiancee.
Current time: 5:00 a.m.
Vitality: 100% Apparel: Black T-shirt, blue jeans, no shoes Weapon: Garden Shears Sanity: 100% Alignment: +20
A) Attempt to subdue the man, Mark wants to minimize Angela's risk of getting hurt but he doesn't want to draw blood (Alignment +3) B) Stab the zombie in the neck, Angela can't hold him back much longer (Alignment -3) C) Attempt to find help, Angela may be able to hold the zombie back long enough for this to work
So it has begun, the zombies are now appearing and the struggle for survival is on. Alignment will affect how Mark is viewed by other people he ecounters, which will obviously impact the story.
This one time any choice is a guaranteed succes but the soon there will be a game of chance introduced in saving someone. Also if you want Angela to be killed regardless of the choice, Please put kill Angela in your vote.
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Post by slayer22 on May 4, 2009 20:34:58 GMT -6
A).
And just to make sure you add my characters in: Kill Angela
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 4, 2009 20:39:58 GMT -6
Just remember the sanity. If Angela dies, there goes a good portion of it.
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Post by slayer22 on May 4, 2009 20:51:09 GMT -6
Hey, I am not sane, why should he be?
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Post by Veta on May 4, 2009 21:02:08 GMT -6
A. Save her.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2009 11:18:22 GMT -6
A and Save Angela. You heartless bastards.
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Post by Roger Stone on May 5, 2009 16:37:49 GMT -6
A, and save her.... (For the record, I'm ashamed of you both. *Looks down at them very disapprovingly)
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Post by slayer22 on May 5, 2009 17:05:19 GMT -6
*Asks Roger to kill her so we can move on and not get a tie causing T-bone to procrastinate more*
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 5, 2009 17:43:16 GMT -6
Now it's a tie. Something's got to give.
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Post by Veta on May 5, 2009 17:46:31 GMT -6
I gave.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 6, 2009 14:17:01 GMT -6
Before I update, would y'all like me to post a picture of Angela? I was surfing last night and found a random image that looks so much like I envisioned her it's scary. Now a picture of Mark isn't going to happen, I'm leaving him faceless so y'all can imagine him the way you want to. It adds a little more to the immersion.
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Post by Veta on May 6, 2009 14:19:42 GMT -6
Sure thing, go ahead.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 6, 2009 14:22:34 GMT -6
Angela Crawford:
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Post by Basil on May 6, 2009 14:26:56 GMT -6
B, I don't care if she dies.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 6, 2009 15:35:24 GMT -6
"Keep your head down Angela." Mark tells her as he clubs the zombie over the back of the head with the shears. The zombie stumbles slightly enough for Angela to escape his grip, who rushes behind Mark. "Grab me the rope we've got in the closet, I'm gonna tie this fellow up." He instructs her. She quickly returns with a six foot stretch of rope, more than enough to subdue the zombie with. Mark cuts a three foot strand for his hands and uses the remaining four feet to restrain the zombie's feet.
With the brawny zombie rolling around helplessly in the hall, Mark guides Angela back into their apartment. "That's the second time someone's tried to....bite into me." Angela quivers, huddling up with Mark on the couch by the window. "I recognize that guy. He's the repairman who's always up here fixing the washing machine in the laundry room. He was so nice, I never thought he'd snap like that." Mark looks down at Angela, the fear in her eyes making her seem distant. "Angie, I need to you stay with me. Did you say anything to him over the past few days that might have struck a chord?" He asks her to bring her back to the room. "O-oh sorry. I never said more than three words to the man. He hardly ever glanced at me in the hall." Angela's reply is exactly what Mark expected to hear.
"Go get dressed and we'll figure this out." Mark sends Angela off, gripping the garden shears in his hand so firmly that his hands begin to turn red. "I can't believe I let her get put into that position." Mark says to himself, berating his being oblivious to his surroundings. "Even if I was asleep, I should have felt her getting out of bed." Mark continues to scold himself until Angela reenters the room, fully clothed and with her shoes on. "What do you have your shoes on for? We don't have the slightest idea of where to go?" He asks her curiously. "I just want to get out of here, I can still hear him groaning out in the hall." Angela grabs the keys and waits at the door for Mark, she is going with or without him.
"Let me grab my boots." Mark slips into his work boots, grabbing his cell phone and spare set of car keys off his nightstand. As he and Angela exit the aparment, he returns and grabs the garden shears for good measure. "Something tells me we're going to need these." He says to Angela as they walk down the stairs. The rest of the residents are holed up in their apartments, still asleep. Mark is flabbergasted that nobody heard Angela's cries for help. "Unless they heard but chose not to do anything." He boils over with anger at the cowardice of the buildings tenants, they'd leave a young woman to die if it would save themselves.
Once outside, pillars of smoke in the distance and racing siren lights convey the true state of the city. Overnight, Willamette has succumbed to the hordes of the undead. A passing police car reminds Mark of the police woman he saw the day before, she must be having a hell of a time right now. "Where do we go? It looks like hell out here." Angela asks Mark, taking his hand in hers.
Current time: 5:30 a.m.
Vitality: 100% Apparel: Black T-shirt, blue jeans, Redwing boots Entourage: Angela Crawford Weapon: Garden Shears Inventory: Car keys, Cell phone Sanity: 100% Karma: +23
A) Give the policewoman a call, she could offer advice on where to go for safety B) Ignore all the carnage outside and retreat back to the apartment, perhaps this was all a bad dream... C) Drive around the block to get an idea of the current area, things will have changed in the short amount of the that the zombies have been out D) Try to get out of town now, the quicker the better
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Post by Basil on May 6, 2009 15:51:59 GMT -6
C, I still don't care if anyone dies.
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Post by Veta on May 6, 2009 17:17:59 GMT -6
A. Don 't kill. I stick by this.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 6, 2009 23:01:54 GMT -6
Got another tie.
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Post by slayer22 on May 7, 2009 5:36:32 GMT -6
A). And somehow kill Angela.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2009 14:40:27 GMT -6
A don't kill Angela. She's hot and Mark's fiancee. Cogs you're a cruel bastard.
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