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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 19, 2009 12:16:20 GMT -6
C, I'll start attempting a rescue everyone perspective.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2009 14:12:10 GMT -6
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Post by Roger Stone on Jul 19, 2009 14:30:16 GMT -6
You jump to your feet at the yell. Reaching behind you, you draw the knife that had been tucked into your waistband. "Take this, and stay here. I'm going to go help John," you say quickly, holding the knife by it's blade as you offer it to her. "Be careful..." she says quietly, accepting the weapon. You give a small nod and bolt towards the door, slamming against it. The door explodes into the room beyond, hitting something about three quarters the way through it's swing. You stumble out, taking everything in at a glance. You stand in what is apparently the boiler room, judging by all the pipes and machinery. The stench of oil, grease, and fresh urine hangs in the air. Bates stands a little off to your right, a metal pipe at the ready in one hand, a shaky flashlight in the other. A large heavy duty metal door lays embedded in the wall a good ways behind him, a neon red sign stating EXIT on it. To your left, (And now directly at your feet) is a floored zombie, knocked to the ground by the door. It squirms around, trying to regain it's feet. Holy Christ.... That's Tom Morrison. Sure, he was a pothead, but he seemed alright. Shit... The thing that was once Tom rolls onto it's stomach, it's long hippie hair swinging as it clumsily tried to stand. You stand planted to the spot, frozen as the reality of all this sinks in. You hardly notice as the door swings closed on it's own, revealing four more of the monsters shuffling slowly forward. Behind them is a small hallway that turns left almost immediately, likely leading back into the school. The first of the four comically trips over Tom, who had just managed to get to it's hands and knees, sending both into a tangle of limbs. The other three almost seem to notice their ally's mistake, although you really doubt they have the mental capacity anymore. Really hope they don't. The three maneuver around their comrades, fumbling around like uncoordinated blind baby kittens. Just a lot more gruesome, you think inanely. "Steve! Come on, man! Snap outta it!" You hear Bates yell, breaking you from your shocked trance. Pushing away the numbing thought of how real all this had just gotten, you move next to Bates. Holding the frying pan in both hands, you scramble for what to do. Then, a sudden, fierce pounding comes from the door behind you, along with a muffled.... something. You can't really make it out. Bates practically jumps out of his skin, and you wouldn't be surprised if you had, either. "Oh cripes... Can it get any worse?" Bates moans as the pounding continues, seeming to become more frantic as the seconds go by. A faint popping sound comes through once or twice. Bates is gridlocked; it seems it's up to you to form a plan. Hold your ground and deal with the zombies at hand. Between you and Bates, you think you've got a shot at taking them. Dive back into the maintenance room. You'd be trapped like rats, but at least you'd be living rats.... [C]Take your chances with whatever on the other side of the metal door. Whatever it is, it sounds like only one is pounding... [D]There's a fire axe on the wall behind them! Maybe one of you could hold them off while the other circles around to grab the axe. Once they got it, it'd be easy for them to dispatch the zeds from behind. This, however, would put the diversion in danger. [Z]CYOA
Choose carefully... Things may have... Unforeseen results. >= |
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 19, 2009 14:42:10 GMT -6
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Post by theshogun on Jul 19, 2009 14:43:44 GMT -6
A......
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Post by Veta on Jul 19, 2009 14:47:57 GMT -6
C.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2009 14:48:58 GMT -6
Z: C, but close the door afterward, then A. (Pretty sure those sounds were a gun, between those three people you could take the zombies out)
(Roger: I'm just going to count this as a "C".)
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Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 19, 2009 15:11:13 GMT -6
Yeah C. Maybe its a whore.
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Post by Tbone on Jul 19, 2009 15:46:00 GMT -6
C
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Post by Roger Stone on Jul 19, 2009 16:15:00 GMT -6
Acting more off instinct than real rational thought, you turn and sprint for the door. "Where are yo-" You hear Bates say, but pay him no heed. Making it to the door, you shove it open. Bright sunlight streams in, blinding you momentarily. Must've dozed off a couple times when I was trying to relax....The door strikes something soft, giving a thwack. "Ooof!" You're nearly trampled as several people rush inside. Momentarily stunned, another one slips past you inside in a blue blur, yanking the door shut onto an arm with a sickly pale-green pigmentation. A dry snap, followed by a sick ripping noise, and the decomposed arm simply falls off, allowing the door to fully shut with a click. Behind you, a small shriek, followed by several shots of gunfire. You whip around not exactly sure what to expect. "Take that, you undead fucks!!" the man in overalls yells loudly, apparently in a bloodlust towards the pile of now re-dead corpses. He brandishes a large Desert Eagle, the shine long gone from it. He looks to be about nineteen or twenty. A girl about the same age acowers behind him, burying her face in his back. Now that the gunfire has stopped, you can clearly hear screaming coming from behind the metal door, accompanied by a legion of moaning. "That's enough, Lenny. Now quit swinging that dern thang around before ya brain someone wit it!" Says someone directly beside you. He wears the blue uniform of your city's police department. A standard issue 9 mm Baretta rests comfortably in his un-buttoned holster. He looks to be in his early sixties, but is in decent shape for his age. He's rubbing his shoulder gently, and, taking account of the fact that he was the last one in, was very likely the one you hit with the door. "Yea... Yea, sorry Chief," says Lenny, still breathing rather heavily, but clearly starting to calm down. "You alright, Louise?" he asks quietly, not turning around. You see the girl pressed against his back nod her head up and down without looking up. Without warning, the door to the maintenance room bursts open, revealing Cynthia, knife held up and at the ready. Instantly, two guns and a strangled cry arose in response. The exclamation had come from a black man you hadn't noticed before, who was leaning against the wall and sweating profusely. He held a pump shotgun loosely in one hand, and wore the attire of a cubicle office worker, tie and all. The middle aged man was now clutching his chest, eyes practically exploding out of their sockets. "Oh fucking Christ! George's heart is actin up agin! Lenny put that danged gun down," 'Chief' said, the last statement almost thrown in as an afterthought. The old officer crosses moves towards him, one hand rummaging though his pocket. The shotgun finally slips free the ailing man's grasp. He hold the shaky hand out towards the approaching Chief, who withdraws a small medicinal bottle. Unscrewing the cap, the Chief shakes several pills into the palm of his hand, and passes them to George's. The black man quickly dry downs them, throat bobbing. Soon, his respiration slows, and he slumps against wall, sliding into a sitting position. The screaming from outside dies off in a disgusting gurgle. It's soon replaced by Louise's quiet sobbing against Lenny, who has now holstered his gun and turned around to comfort her. Bates stands in the same spot he was in earlier, likely still dumbstruck over everything that had happened and how quickly it had gone about it. You also notice that Cynthia has used the commotion to sidle over next to you, looking (somewhat) worriedly between the young couple in the center of the room and the two older men off to the side. Well, now seems as good a time as any to make introductions. They seem nice enough, and other survivors (especially those with guns) are always nice. The man's shotgun lies forgotten on the floor, and you don't know if these people mean you harm or not. Quickly grab it while they're distracted, and take control of the situation. [C]Remain quiet and unnoticed, let them sort out their problems first. It would be uncouth to interrupt now. [D]Slip away quietly with Bates and Cynthia down the hall leading back into the school. You don't trust these people for some reason. [Z]CYOA
Choose carefully, you're not out of the shithole yet.....
Will post pics of new survivors as soon as I find them.
Also, last vote:
A woulda led to the death of both you and Bates B woulda kept everyone alive, but trapped as the zeds closed in around the door. C... well, how the hell are you reading this if you don't know what C did? D would leave the distraction dead (whoever you lot choose to be the distraction) and the guy with the axe to kill the other zeds without a scratch.
Pics: Lenny:
Louise:
Chief: (Please ignore any random black men in blankets in the following pic. They are entirely unintentional and pose little importance to the product's main point. Enjoy responsibly.)
George:
slowwolf.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/gorilla-70_45.jpg Ahem: cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/dv1051013.jpg?v=1&c=NewsMaker&k=2&d=74DAE4A9522E9CE556BBB4697316AB8DE30A760B0D811297
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Post by praetorian on Jul 19, 2009 16:17:45 GMT -6
I change this vote to C. Time to go ninja.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2009 16:20:38 GMT -6
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Post by Tbone on Jul 19, 2009 16:41:52 GMT -6
C, ninja time.
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Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 19, 2009 16:45:36 GMT -6
D. I dont trust that black man.
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Post by Veta on Jul 19, 2009 16:48:32 GMT -6
C. Let them tell us who we are rather than we. It's just proper manners.
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 19, 2009 16:48:58 GMT -6
A
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Post by theshogun on Jul 19, 2009 16:54:49 GMT -6
B
(Roger's Note: I'm pretty sure a dickmove like that is right up there with burning baby kittens. Have fun in hell! =D)
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Post by Roger Stone on Jul 19, 2009 17:37:01 GMT -6
You decide to sit and wait for the newcomers to catch their breath. During the down time, Bates recovers his jaw from the floor and walks over. "Geez, I thought you were ditching me for a second there, bud. How'd you know you they were out there?" Bates asks as he pulls up. Behind you, you hear the boiler grind to life. You can't imagine where the water it's heating is being called for from. "I didn't. It was a bit of a wager. I heard gunfire, but couldn't tell how far off. I knew we couldn't take them on our own, and hiding wasn't an option, so I pressed our luck," you state simply. Bates nods sagely then joins watching the 4 new survivors along side you and Cynthia. Time passes, and with them, Louise's tears and George's bout of heart problems. You're about to clear your throat to garner their attention when Cynthia speaks up, eyes growing wide. "Do you hear that?" She whispers. You're about to say no, when instead, you do hear it, making your blood run cold. It's coming the direction of the hallway that leads back into the school. "Oh.... fuck," you swear breathlessly as your stomach drops out beneath you. Slide..... Tap. Slide..... Tap. The moaning coming from the metal door doesn't sound to be directly on the other side. The undead outside don't seem to be crowding around the door; it's time to get out of here, and away from that thing. Try to hide here in the boiler room. Maybe it won't notice you. [C]Go into the maintenance room and hide there. [D]Have everyone spread out hiding in both rooms. [E]Enter the maintenance room and begin barricading like mad. [F]Try to set up an ambush here in the boiler room. Together, you might be able to take it down.
[G]Think happy thoughts and pretend you aren't hearing it. [Z]CYOA
Also, for all choices: 1. Take the time to try and convince the new people to follow your lead. 2. Act without them; you don't have a moment to spare.
And for D: State which room you want each individual to hide.
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Post by Veta on Jul 19, 2009 17:43:19 GMT -6
F. We have to take it down while we have people. If we don't, itll come back in the ass.
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 19, 2009 17:44:22 GMT -6
E. 1
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2009 17:44:41 GMT -6
A, do so while yelling at them frantically to follow
D, everyone inside the boiler room besides you. Face the monster thing by yourself
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Post by praetorian on Jul 19, 2009 17:45:10 GMT -6
F. We have to take it down while we have people. If we don't, itll come back in the ass.
*Insert "That's what she said" joke here*
F 2.
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Post by The Merchant on Jul 19, 2009 17:47:44 GMT -6
F1
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Post by Roger Stone on Jul 19, 2009 18:15:44 GMT -6
"We've got to take it down here," you say more to yourself than the others. Cynthia hears you anyway. "What?!? No! That thing will kill us all! We've got to run!" She cries out a little too loudly. The others look your way, but apparently didn't quite catch what she said, judging by the confused looks. "We can take it. There's five of us, discounting you and the other woman, and we've even got guns," You whisper, set in your actions. To your relief, the others turn back to their business. You hear, however, that a couple of them have taken heed of the noise as well. "How can you say that? You saw what it did to Ran- Oh... Oh right, you don't remember," she says, trailing off. "Just please, let's go. Y- you can't..." she finishes weakly. "Well, it didn't sound that bad from what you said, Steve. Five of us should be able to take it down, especially with guns and surprise," chimes in Bates, apparently having caught the gist of the conversation. He appears confident, although you sense a little bit of misplaced anger just beneath the surface. Your surety has faltered with Cynthia's interjection, but Bates' approval of the plan does give you some of it back. Cave to Cynthia's worries and flee. She seems really afraid of this thing. Bates knows what he's doing. You can take this thing.
((I've realized I've had your allies be mindless sheep, simply going with whatever you say. I've decided to start showing their opinions with this post. Do something an ally is against, and they'll let you know it. In extreme cases, (Ie, drowning cute little puppies in front of a dog lover, as a completely random and unrelated example >_>) they may even turn against you.))
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Post by Veta on Jul 19, 2009 18:17:08 GMT -6
B.
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 19, 2009 18:19:06 GMT -6
B
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Post by The Merchant on Jul 19, 2009 18:20:28 GMT -6
B
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2009 18:48:42 GMT -6
B
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Post by Song Nai on Jul 19, 2009 20:14:40 GMT -6
B
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Post by slayer22 on Jul 20, 2009 10:13:46 GMT -6
Hmph, B.
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