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: 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 guard: What kind of warning is it?
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: 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.
Name:Rex Age: 16 Gender: M Occupation: Mechanic --------------- Health: 20/20 Days Survived: 0 --------------- Equipment: Wrench, screwdriver, hammer, drill, blowtorch, steel,and iron. Weapon: Special: --------------- Bio:He always had creativity ever since he was 10.He grew up to be a weapons mechaniic and worked on army planes,battleships,and even monster trucks.He took college for 8 yrs and was so smart,he made the world's first portable TV! He can make almost anything out of anything with creativity. Physical Description:Black hair w/ brown dyed tip.Neon blue jacket,(he invented that too. :3)and long jeans with big bootcamp boots.
I am a regular mechanic and I fixed what you said to.
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.
Hmm...right now I have two choices: leave the way I came in open, as an emergency escape route, or barricade it, so that no one can follow me. ... I doubt that most people know it's there. I'll leave it open for the time being. I might need to beat a hasty retreat, who knows?
Well, first I might as well explore the basement. Leave no stone unturned!
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 was trying to ask the guard to see if they were doing anything about it. As in fortifying the jail. I have read all that stuff, was just role playing lol
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 start searching the basement, bbut its mostly filled with Janatorial Supplies, or useless Junk.
Notable Items include lye, a short lead pipe, a fire extiungiusher, some nails, Gorilla Glue, and old welding equipment (that may or may not work, even if you know how to use it...) __________ 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.
Hmpf...
"You let us do our job, and you can just... sit here."
You wait a few minutes, before some alarms sound, and you see guards decked in crowd control equipment racing past your door. Theres gunshots, and hell is happening right outside your cell.
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.
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, Lead Pipe, Nails, Old Welding Equipment, Fire Extiungisher 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 take all the stuff. Note: Your starting to carry a large amount of items. If you carry too much, you will become encumbered, and will be physically inhibited.
Right. Do you want to head up the stairs into the lobby, or try and find some other way up, possibly bypassing the lobby?
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, Lead Pipe, Nails, Old Welding Equipment, Fire Extiungisher 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.
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, Lead Pipe, Nails, Old Welding Equipment, Fire Extiungisher 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 search, and after a few minutes, you find an old freight elevator. It hasn't been used in a few years, and theres no guarntee that'll work. Getting stuck could be diastrous, but so could going into a Zed-Filled Lobby...
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, Lead Pipe, Nails, Old Welding Equipment, Fire Extiungisher 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.
hey can i play it said you would allow more people later on in game i decided i wanted to join after reading pages1-5 and skimming the rest
Yup. Just read the OP very carefully, and if you don't make the same mistakes that everybody else did when they joined, I'll give you a cookie.
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, Lead Pipe, Nails, Old Welding Equipment, Fire Extiungisher 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 squeeze into the elevator, and begin to press the 'Up' button. The Elevator groans, and doesn't move. While you try to figure out whats happening, the basement door crashes, and a few zeds begin to walk in.
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, Lead Pipe, Nails, Old Welding Equipment, Fire Extiungisher 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'll toss out the welding equipment and the lead pipe.
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. ------
Can I see what it is that is happening? Also, can I see any guards that I could "rocure" (steal) keys from, and finally if there is nothing else, could I break the observation window, but preferably is there anyone I could talk to that isn't fighting.
