Disclaimer: This RPG is not related in any way to any previous RPGs made by myself using the same title. Any relations is purely coencidental, and should be ignored.
Sincerely, Management. __________ Story Line:
==========Present Day==========
News Anchor: This just in: Scientist have released new reports claiming to have effectively countered the HIV Virus. Malificent Research Facilites, or MRF, has sent a represntative to discuss with us this groundbreaking research. So how did MRF achieve this?
MRF Rep.: Well, its quite simple really. We inserted a mild version of the HIV Virus into Human Test Subjects, in the hopes that we could recreate the affects of the Polio Vacine.
News Anchor: (speaking from earbud) So you're saying that you were hoping that the test subjects would develope a high resistance to the Virus, similar to what a Polio Vacine does with the dead virus?
MRF Rep.: Ah... Yes, that is basicaly what we were striving for.
News Anchor: And how many test subjects devloped a resistance to HIV?
MRF Rep.: Uh... Well, actually... All of them. And the subjects went further to develope an actual immunity to HIV and AIDs. This is beyond what we expected.
News Anchor: So you're saying that you have essentially cured HIV/AIDs?
MRF Rep.: Yes. We have.
==========Eight Months Later==========
Broadcast: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY BROADCAST ISSUED BY THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, AND THE FOOD AND DRUG ADMINISTRATION. RECENT REPORTS HAVE FOUND THAT THOSE ISSUED WITH THE HIV/AIDS VACINE TEND TO HAVE MEDICAL PROBLEMS, INCLUDING HALUCINATIONS, INCOHERENT LANGUAGE, OR DEATH. IF YOU OR ANYONE YOU KNOW EXIBITS THESE OR ANY OTHER UNUSUAL SYMPTONS, AND HAS BEEN GIVEN THE HIV/AIDS VACINE, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL EMERGENCY RESPONSE OR POISON CONTROL IMMEDIATELY. THIS MESSAGE REPEATS. (message repeats) __________ Maverick4 presents to you, in association with Armor Games, an RPG on zombies, survival, alliances, betrayals, and much, much more:
And so this is where you, the player, comes in. You are just an average person. Maby you have a spouse, maby you have kids, or may be your just a college student. This RPG's goal is to attempt to provide an accurate and realistic scenario of a viral outbreak causing a plague of zombies. For more information, please continue reading the rest of this post. __________ General Information:
Name: TITAN
Type: Virus
Infection Spread: As the vacine is based off of HIV, the mutation still carries the ability to spread just like HIV. So any bodily fluids that come in contact with you that are infected with TITAN and enter into your body can infect you.
Virus History: Deloped by Malificent Research Facilites, or MRF, to combat the growing HIV/AIDs epidemic. The virus was distributed on a global scale as an effective vacine to protect or cure HIV/AIDs. However, the virus soon mutated, spreading like a wildfire among people. 80% died, 15% zombified, and 5% have a natural immunization against the viral mutation.
The virus gains control in a relatively simple manner: When it enters the host, it goes through the bloodstream, using blood cells to multiply. Going through the bloodstream it enters into the brain, where it begins the takeover. The virus infects the brain, and developes into a pseudo-parasite, forcing the brain to shut down non-vital functions, such as speach, digestion, and the kidneys. The virus produces a protein that prevents decomposition in the host, allowing it longer life. The host also gives the virus and the rest of the functioning organs its nutrients. Respitory system enlarges, to allow the brain more oxygen. The virus feeds off of the host, and it takes about 20 years for the host to lack sufficient nutrients to maintain the virus, causing death: both to the host and virus.
Infected Characteristics: The infection take about 10-30 minutes to gain control of the hose. The host (if human), quickly exibits irrational behavior (such as incoherrent speach, repeating random phrases, or sudden anger). As the virus gains more control, the host skin becomes bone white, while the veins become black. The iris expands to cover the entire eye, and no white is visible. As stated previously, the respitory system enlarges; the increased amount of air flowing down the windpipe and past the vocal cords means that the infected give off a slight whining noise, and occasionally a scream. Can't see very well; Daytime: Blurry images, average distance. Nightime: Attracted to lights, similar to bugs. Can walk, crawl, and lope at about 8MPH. Also has crazy good smelling, and sniffs the ground/air regularly. __________ Registration:
Please, only 4 people for now. Later, I may allow more.--------------- Name: (Simple enough, I hope) Age: Gender: Occupation: (what your job was: (teacher, nurse, lawyer, etc) However, no military, police, firefighters, etc, 'survival experts' or anything like that; try to keep it average-joe, 'Americana') --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: (based off of your occupation: Nurse has medical stuff, etc) Weapon: None Special: (I will give you) --------------- Bio: Physical Description: (what your character looks like) __________ Goal:
The purpose of you playing the RPG, or 'How You Win', is to survive 50 Days (AG TIME) from when you start playing. After 50 Days are up, you get magically rescued, and 'you win'. __________ SPECIAL NOTES
- I WILL try to kill you off. So don't go crying when you die. This is realistic, so if something doesn't work, it won't work. No retrys, no resets. You have one life, so play for it. And when you die, thats it; you can't join up again.
- Take this seriously. I'll tell you whats happening, and I won't give you any choices on what to do. Theres no A/B/C/D, YOU decide what to do. You make the right choice, you live. Make the wrong choice, you die. (see above note)
- Have fun. If it gets to much, you can quit. Don't enjoy it, you can quit. Seriously, if you have any major problems that inhibit your enjoyment, tell me, and I'll try to fix them (within reason) __________ That should be everything, and if not I'll post telling you what I missed. Enjoy.
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Black Hair(classic collegiate cut), Blue Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 1 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, 5 Cans/Soup, 4 Bags/Trailmix Weapon: Beretta 9mm (10/30) Head: None Torso: T-Shirt, Jacket Left Hand: None Right Hand: Beretta 9mm Legs: Jeans Feet: Tennis Shoes Vehicle: Bike --------------- Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems with ease, and without stressing out) Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
You get onto your new bike, and head back to the hospital on back roads. You make it to Maverick General unharmed, but the Hospital has changed dramatically in just a few short hours:
Theres a lot of screaming and yelling from inside, and a mob of people are trying to force there way in. In the shadows, a few zeds are too occupied consuming their prey to focus on the crowd. Its mass hysteria, and its everyman for themself.
As you watch, somebody grabs you from behind, slams you on the ground, and kicks you a few times. Your unharmed, but dazed, and watch helplessly as they steal your bike.
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Black Hair(classic collegiate cut), Blue Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 1 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, 5 Cans/Soup, 4 Bags/Trailmix Weapon: Beretta 9mm (10/30) Head: None Torso: T-Shirt, Jacket Left Hand: None Right Hand: Beretta 9mm Legs: Jeans Feet: Tennis Shoes Vehicle: Bike --------------- Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems with ease, and without stressing out) Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
The hospital is a lot of trouble, but I shouldn't just abandon my compatriots(and a perfectly good chance to say "I told you so". But what is there for me to do but become more meat for the grinder? ...*thinking*.
Name: Bren Corbek Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Boxer --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Boxing Gloves, clothes. (non-professional boxers = poor) Weapon: None (perhaps a knife due to the gang stuff?) Special: (I will give you) --------------- Bio: Born in a deadbeat neighborhood Bren quickly grew up knowing how to handle himself. Bren went in and out of jail multiple times taking hits for fellow gang members until he got sick of it and left. He went to California and started training to become a professional boxer. At age 21 he had his first hit at becoming professional, and was only stopped by former gang mates of his coming to his door and breaking his hands. Two years later, out for revenge he returned to his hometown and killed the gang leader, never seeing the rest of the gang again. The next two years of his life he trained and had another shot at professional boxing and took it. The day he won the most important fight of his life, regional championships, the virus broke out and destroyed his hopes at becoming world champion. Physical Description: 6â5â, 280 pounds, buzzed black hair, no facial hair, âboxers noseâ, basically ripped. --------------------------------------------------------------------
Not sure if all of this is okay, and not sure if I can even join but here it is. Sorry if I can't join.
Flyboys is dieing... If it does, I'll come out with the next Dead Legions. Its a pretty sweet idea, it people join. ----- Watched two movies of a series about Zombies. Gosh, can't remember what its called. It was a girl called Alice, and Nemesis, and Umbrella Corporation, and T-Virus. So I got some cool ideas now... __________ Name: Bren Corbek Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Boxer --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Boxing Gloves, clothes. (non-professional boxers = poor) Weapon: Shiv Head: None Torso: Prison Uniform Left Hand: None Right Hand: None Legs: Prison Uniform Feet: Shower Shoes Vehicle: None --------------- Special: Brotherhood (essentially high charisma: you make friends easily, and can get people to do things you want them) Bio: Born in a deadbeat neighborhood Bren quickly grew up knowing how to handle himself. Bren went in and out of jail multiple times taking hits for fellow gang members until he got sick of it and left. He went to California and started training to become a professional boxer. At age 21 he had his first hit at becoming professional, and was only stopped by former gang mates of his coming to his door and breaking his hands. Two years later, out for revenge he returned to his hometown and killed the gang leader, never seeing the rest of the gang again. The next two years of his life he trained and had another shot at professional boxing and took it. The day he won the most important fight of his life, regional championships, the virus broke out and destroyed his hopes at becoming world champion. Physical Description: 6'5", 280 pounds, buzzed black hair, no facial hair, 'boxers nose', basically ripped.
For various reasons I'll not go into, except that it involved a staple gun, a Crown Victoria, and a barbie doll, you are now in jail. Your in an average security state prison, and are in the ovservation cell. The guards are talking about some new virus going around, called TITAN. The guards scoff, saying its impossible that dead people become 'alive' again.
Your in the observation cell, and they give you a tray of food.
(Now begins your tale. Just write what you'll do next. Caution: If your not specific, I'll interpret what you write, and it may not go how you mean't it to happen.)
(Don't get TOO specific, though. EX: I'll walk 15 feet, 3 inches, turn left 93 degrees, then shoot the zombie in the fore head, before turning... DON'T DO THAT.)
I talk to the guard handing me the tray. I ask what they are doing about the "zombies." I also inquire about the town nearby (I assume it is the same one that michael taylor is in). also, are the guards armed?
Also as a side note, a description of the jail cell? also, do I have a cell mate, are there gangs, did I just arrive? also, where is the jail located, isolated, urban, forest, jungle lol.
Flyboys is dieing... If it does, I'll come out with the next Dead Legions. Its a pretty sweet idea, it people join. ----- Watched two movies of a series about Zombies. Gosh, can't remember what its called. It was a girl called Alice, and Nemesis, and Umbrella Corporation, and T-Virus. So I got some cool ideas now... __________ Name: Bren Corbek Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Boxer --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Boxing Gloves, clothes. (non-professional boxers = poor) Weapon: Shiv Head: None Torso: Prison Uniform Left Hand: None Right Hand: None Legs: Prison Uniform Feet: Shower Shoes Vehicle: None --------------- Special: Brotherhood (essentially high charisma: you make friends easily, and can get people to do things you want them) Bio: Born in a deadbeat neighborhood Bren quickly grew up knowing how to handle himself. Bren went in and out of jail multiple times taking hits for fellow gang members until he got sick of it and left. He went to California and started training to become a professional boxer. At age 21 he had his first hit at becoming professional, and was only stopped by former gang mates of his coming to his door and breaking his hands. Two years later, out for revenge he returned to his hometown and killed the gang leader, never seeing the rest of the gang again. The next two years of his life he trained and had another shot at professional boxing and took it. The day he won the most important fight of his life, regional championships, the virus broke out and destroyed his hopes at becoming world champion. Physical Description: 6'5", 280 pounds, buzzed black hair, no facial hair, 'boxers nose', basically ripped.
Right, always post your Char Sheet, So I can keep up with your items and such. ----------
-"PRISONERS WILL NOT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO. I'm here to inform you at at 12:30 tomorrow afternoon, you are to recieve the vacinations that the state requires all prisoners to recieve. After that, you can be assigned a cell."
-The Prison is surrounded by rolling farm land, and is about 5 miles outside of town. It is the same town that Michael Taylor/Hyper is in.
-The cell is a standard Observation Unit: Its small, has a single door, and a large barred (and most likely bullet proof) window for... observation. Your the only person in there.
-You haven't been here long enough to determine the social statuses in the prison, not that you've met any other prisoners.
-You've been here long enough to get processed, however long that would take. I wouldn't know, I've never been to prison...
Name: Bren Corbek Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Boxer --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Boxing Gloves, clothes. (non-professional boxers = poor) Weapon: Shiv Head: None Torso: Prison Uniform Left Hand: None Right Hand: None Legs: Prison Uniform Feet: Shower Shoes Vehicle: None --------------- Special: Brotherhood (essentially high charisma: you make friends easily, and can get people to do things you want them) Bio: Born in a deadbeat neighborhood Bren quickly grew up knowing how to handle himself. Bren went in and out of jail multiple times taking hits for fellow gang members until he got sick of it and left. He went to California and started training to become a professional boxer. At age 21 he had his first hit at becoming professional, and was only stopped by former gang mates of his coming to his door and breaking his hands. Two years later, out for revenge he returned to his hometown and killed the gang leader, never seeing the rest of the gang again. The next two years of his life he trained and had another shot at professional boxing and took it. The day he won the most important fight of his life, regional championships, the virus broke out and destroyed his hopes at becoming world champion. Physical Description: 6'5", 280 pounds, buzzed black hair, no facial hair, 'boxers nose', basically ripped. --------------------------------------------------------------------Sorry about the char sheet. Coulda swore I put it in but w.e
to the guard: may I ask what vaccinations they are? I don't want to end up like the hundreds of people who get certain vaccinations and then get autism.
Also, I check out the guard, do they have a bulletproof vest, & what weapons they have.
Flag Name: Bren Corbek Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Boxer --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Boxing Gloves, clothes. (non-professional boxers = poor) Weapon: Shiv Head: None Torso: Prison Uniform Left Hand: None Right Hand: None Legs: Prison Uniform Feet: Shower Shoes Vehicle: None --------------- Special: Brotherhood (essentially high charisma: you make friends easily, and can get people to do things you want them) Bio: Born in a deadbeat neighborhood Bren quickly grew up knowing how to handle himself. Bren went in and out of jail multiple times taking hits for fellow gang members until he got sick of it and left. He went to California and started training to become a professional boxer. At age 21 he had his first hit at becoming professional, and was only stopped by former gang mates of his coming to his door and breaking his hands. Two years later, out for revenge he returned to his hometown and killed the gang leader, never seeing the rest of the gang again. The next two years of his life he trained and had another shot at professional boxing and took it. The day he won the most important fight of his life, regional championships, the virus broke out and destroyed his hopes at becoming world champion. Physical Description: 6'5", 280 pounds, buzzed black hair, no facial hair, 'boxers nose', basically ripped.
Guards are wearing Bullet-Proof Vest, and are armed with 9mm Pistols, Mace, and Riot Batons.
"Just the usual: Chickenpox, measels, polio... Oh, and that new HIV/AIDs vacine. Its a lot, so I hope your not afraid of needles, hehe..."
Name: Bren Corbek Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Boxer --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Boxing Gloves, clothes. (non-professional boxers = poor) Weapon: Shiv Head: None Torso: Prison Uniform Left Hand: None Right Hand: None Legs: Prison Uniform Feet: Shower Shoes Vehicle: None --------------- Special: Brotherhood (essentially high charisma: you make friends easily, and can get people to do things you want them) Bio: Born in a deadbeat neighborhood Bren quickly grew up knowing how to handle himself. Bren went in and out of jail multiple times taking hits for fellow gang members until he got sick of it and left. He went to California and started training to become a professional boxer. At age 21 he had his first hit at becoming professional, and was only stopped by former gang mates of his coming to his door and breaking his hands. Two years later, out for revenge he returned to his hometown and killed the gang leader, never seeing the rest of the gang again. The next two years of his life he trained and had another shot at professional boxing and took it. The day he won the most important fight of his life, regional championships, the virus broke out and destroyed his hopes at becoming world champion. Physical Description: 6'5", 280 pounds, buzzed black hair, no facial hair, 'boxers nose', basically ripped. -------------------------------------------------------------------- to the guard: I have already got those vaccines, got them a few days before I went to jail (a lie)... not to mention, the news just said that the vaccine caused problems in the host... I would prefer not to be shot up with that crap.
may I use my special to: persuade the guard to look for old medical files that would prove that I got the vaccines because if I get them again I could die.
Flag Name: Bren Corbek Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Boxer --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Boxing Gloves, clothes. (non-professional boxers = poor) Weapon: Shiv Head: None Torso: Prison Uniform Left Hand: None Right Hand: None Legs: Prison Uniform Feet: Shower Shoes Vehicle: None --------------- Special: Brotherhood (essentially high charisma: you make friends easily, and can get people to do things you want them) Bio: Born in a deadbeat neighborhood Bren quickly grew up knowing how to handle himself. Bren went in and out of jail multiple times taking hits for fellow gang members until he got sick of it and left. He went to California and started training to become a professional boxer. At age 21 he had his first hit at becoming professional, and was only stopped by former gang mates of his coming to his door and breaking his hands. Two years later, out for revenge he returned to his hometown and killed the gang leader, never seeing the rest of the gang again. The next two years of his life he trained and had another shot at professional boxing and took it. The day he won the most important fight of his life, regional championships, the virus broke out and destroyed his hopes at becoming world champion. Physical Description: 6'5", 280 pounds, buzzed black hair, no facial hair, 'boxers nose', basically ripped. -------------------------------------------------------------------- to the guard: I have already got those vaccines, got them a few days before I went to jail (a lie)... not to mention, the news just said that the vaccine caused problems in the host... I would prefer not to be shot up with that crap.
(Or you get the HIV/AIDs Vacnine, which will mutate into TITAN, turning you into a Zombie...)
"Thats a good point. If you die, I'll have to fill out a boat load of paperwork. And I HATE paper work. Right, I'll go look in your files"
Watched two movies of a series about Zombies. Gosh, can't remember what its called. It was a girl called Alice, and Nemesis, and Umbrella Corporation, and T-Virus. So I got some cool ideas now...
That would be Resident Evil.
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Black Hair(classic collegiate cut), Blue Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 1 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, 5 Cans/Soup, 4 Bags/Trailmix Weapon: Beretta 9mm (10/30) Head: None Torso: T-Shirt, Jacket Left Hand: None Right Hand: Beretta 9mm Legs: Jeans Feet: Tennis Shoes Vehicle: Bike --------------- Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems with ease, and without stressing out) Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
I will try to sneak in. I should have the advantage; I've been working here for two years, therefore I ought to know the layout of the building. I can sneak in through the sewage system. It's disgusting, but it is a lot better than the zombies or ravenous humans, and they would not know the way into the building via the sewers because they just arrived.
Name: Bren Corbek Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Boxer --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Boxing Gloves, clothes. (non-professional boxers = poor) Weapon: Shiv Head: None Torso: Prison Uniform Left Hand: None Right Hand: None Legs: Prison Uniform Feet: Shower Shoes Vehicle: None --------------- Special: Brotherhood (essentially high charisma: you make friends easily, and can get people to do things you want them) Bio: Born in a deadbeat neighborhood Bren quickly grew up knowing how to handle himself. Bren went in and out of jail multiple times taking hits for fellow gang members until he got sick of it and left. He went to California and started training to become a professional boxer. At age 21 he had his first hit at becoming professional, and was only stopped by former gang mates of his coming to his door and breaking his hands. Two years later, out for revenge he returned to his hometown and killed the gang leader, never seeing the rest of the gang again. The next two years of his life he trained and had another shot at professional boxing and took it. The day he won the most important fight of his life, regional championships, the virus broke out and destroyed his hopes at becoming world champion. Physical Description: 6'5", 280 pounds, buzzed black hair, no facial hair, 'boxers nose', basically ripped. --------------------------------------------------------------------Name: Bren Corbek Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Boxer --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Boxing Gloves, clothes. (non-professional boxers = poor) Weapon: Shiv Head: None Torso: Prison Uniform Left Hand: None Right Hand: None Legs: Prison Uniform Feet: Shower Shoes Vehicle: None --------------- Special: Brotherhood (essentially high charisma: you make friends easily, and can get people to do things you want them) Bio: Born in a deadbeat neighborhood Bren quickly grew up knowing how to handle himself. Bren went in and out of jail multiple times taking hits for fellow gang members until he got sick of it and left. He went to California and started training to become a professional boxer. At age 21 he had his first hit at becoming professional, and was only stopped by former gang mates of his coming to his door and breaking his hands. Two years later, out for revenge he returned to his hometown and killed the gang leader, never seeing the rest of the gang again. The next two years of his life he trained and had another shot at professional boxing and took it. The day he won the most important fight of his life, regional championships, the virus broke out and destroyed his hopes at becoming world champion. Physical Description: 6'5", 280 pounds, buzzed black hair, no facial hair, 'boxers nose', basically ripped. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I guess I will wait around. Are there any windows, or any other people standing around to talk to. Is the tv still on?
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27. Gender: Male Occupation: Medical Resident: Neurosurgery Physical Description: 6'0, Clean-Shaven, Black Hair(classic collegiate cut), Blue Eyes. --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 1 --------------- Equipment: Antibiotics, Bandages, Tourniquet, Suture/Needle, Anesthetic, 5 Cans/Soup, 4 Bags/Trailmix Weapon: Beretta 9mm (10/30) Head: None Torso: T-Shirt, Jacket Left Hand: None Right Hand: Beretta 9mm Legs: Jeans Feet: Tennis Shoes Vehicle: Bike --------------- Special: Novalis (like the machine, you can take on complex problems with ease, and without stressing out) Bio: Taylor was born to a pretty normal family; nuclear engineer for a dad, and a dean for a mom. Okay, so maybe that's not normal. That's genius material right there. Taylor was pressured a lot academically to do well, so even though he was pretty average, he studied a LOT, and grew up with a near-perfect GPA(think somewhere near 3.95) and a lot of ambition. He was accepted to an Ivy League college(his parents' encouragement of the dean of admissions may or may not have had something to do with it). So, he got a bachelor's degree in biochemistry and went on to medical school, where he got his M.D. He then went on to his residency, acquiring a job in Vancouver, Canada as a resident. He continued to take night classes throughout, and recently went from a bachelor's in biochem to a master's, but he still isn't licensed to practice yet, as he's only been a resident for two years.
(Yeah. Movie was OK, I was too busy staring at the bad flesh-mask to notice too much, lulz.)
You walk past the open, unguarded freight entrance, and instead open up a manhole cover. Thankfully, theres a short catwalk on the side, so you won't have to walk in...
You make it into the hospital, and climb up through a matinence ladder that ends up in a Janitorial Station. Your in the basement of the hospital. You could go through the lobby, or try and find some other means of getting to the upper floors, where the important stuff'll be. __________ Name: Bren Corbek Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Boxer --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Boxing Gloves, clothes. (non-professional boxers = poor) Weapon: Shiv Head: None Torso: Prison Uniform Left Hand: None Right Hand: None Legs: Prison Uniform Feet: Shower Shoes Vehicle: None --------------- Special: Brotherhood (essentially high charisma: you make friends easily, and can get people to do things you want them) Bio: Born in a deadbeat neighborhood Bren quickly grew up knowing how to handle himself. Bren went in and out of jail multiple times taking hits for fellow gang members until he got sick of it and left. He went to California and started training to become a professional boxer. At age 21 he had his first hit at becoming professional, and was only stopped by former gang mates of his coming to his door and breaking his hands. Two years later, out for revenge he returned to his hometown and killed the gang leader, never seeing the rest of the gang again. The next two years of his life he trained and had another shot at professional boxing and took it. The day he won the most important fight of his life, regional championships, the virus broke out and destroyed his hopes at becoming world champion. Physical Description: 6'5", 280 pounds, buzzed black hair, no facial hair, 'boxers nose', basically ripped.
There is no TV...
Your alone in the cell...
*Guard walks in*
"Your record shows that you don't have any vacines. However, theres been a Government warning about the HIV/AIDs Vacine, so we can't give it to you."
(Seems a tad boring now, but just wait awile... The s**t'll hit the fan in a bit... >)
