System Admin
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Administrator
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Player Name: System
OOC Username: M00K
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Post by System Admin on Oct 31, 2022 14:51:05 GMT 9
LOOKING FOR EGGS!
searching...
Alert, alert! Warning all trainers! There has been a Zombie Outbreak around the Rookery! Who knew it was built on an ancient burial ground?! Or did someone try to resurrect their Sobble...?
Regardless of why they're here, these Zombies don't want brainsâ they crave only one thing. EGGS! Defend these poor little ovoids from the slobbering undead or they will become Zombie Eggs, which smell even worse than normal rotten eggs.
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Tuesday
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Battle Legend
The Creed
Posts: 1,602
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: MartĂn 'Mars' MarzĂĄn
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 138
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Post by Tuesday on Nov 4, 2022 19:48:40 GMT 9
"OVER MY DEAD BODY." Tuesday loudly declares with all the confidence and all the drama that can be held in that petite cat girl frame of her (yes, itâs a lot of confidence and drama). And yet, she pauses for a second there, as if something had just occurred to her. Pointed cat ears twitch, and the most mischievous of smiles tugs upon her lips.
"...Or yours." She then tells the nearest zombie with a wink.
Yes, she thinks sheâs very clever and witty, obviously.
At that very moment, a gust of ICY WIND rises⌠Not by her command or because they had practised it or anything, but because the zombies are starting to get too close for Ancileâs liking, and as Tuesdayâs loyal shield, itâs nothing short of his duty to protect his master.
Tuesday seems unbothered by it all, flicking her blonde hair back while watching the way the gelid gust seems to slow the zombies down. Isnât this supposed to be a dire situation? Regardless of attitude, she's at least still doing her part when it comes to protecting the eggs.
"According to Zombieland rules, we should double tap to make sure theyâre dead dead." The cat girl adds then. Everyone has to know what she's talking about, right? Who hasn't watched Zombieland? |
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Zac Ramsay
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The Quizmaster
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Player Name: Zac Ramsay
OOC Username: D-Bug
Arena Points: 70
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Post by Zac Ramsay on Nov 4, 2022 22:47:34 GMT 9
Zac had never watched Zombieland. He'd never even heard of Zombieland. However, he had an intimate knowledge of 'zombie' from the 70's, as well as a lifetime ban from Disneyland.
That would have to be enough.
"I'm not sure if I'd tap that even once!" Zac said, swinging a length of steel pipe at the nearest zombie. He knocked its jaw clean off and the teeth scattered across the ground like a pack of calcium-rich skittles. "Each to their own though."
But the zombie kept on coming. It grabbed Zac, intent on showing him the dangers of its remaining dentals. He let out a shout, stumbling back. "Petal! La Trixxia! These bastards are getting handsy!"
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
Sharp-edged leaves bit into the zombie's rotten forehead like origami ninja stars, staggering it. "Yay! I got him!"
The air crackled, and what remained of the living dead's head ignited. "Woo! Now that's what I call a fiery redhead!" |
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Post by Furrlicity Purrfection on Nov 4, 2022 23:37:07 GMT 9
When the dead started to rise, Furrlicity had quickly thrown his cult robes and blood candles behind a rock. Trying to get his Sobble back from the underworld without actually becoming a better person had failed... and with consequences.
He was still rubbing skull paint from his face when he happened upon Tuesday and Zac Ramsay.
"What a very usual event that has nothing at all to do with me haha."
A zombie reached for his fluffy tail and Furrlicity pulled it out of it's grasp.
See, he wasn't much afraid of these guys. He'd already been a Zombie Squared for the speed dating, which in his opinion was much more powerful than just a normal zombie. Plus they were slow. It was easy to step out of the way when one grabbed for him.
His fellow feline and the redhead seemed to be having trouble, though... Plus he needed to play it cool so he could blame this on someone else.
"Heal them!" Everyone knew that in video games that White Magic hurt zombies so bad. Furrlicity tossed out his Treecko and Vulpix. Both of them gave the zombies very healing leaf cuts and purging flame. How kind. |
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manish
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G.A.Y.
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Player Name: Manish
OOC Username: GreySquid
Arena Points: 10
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Post by manish on Nov 5, 2022 2:27:00 GMT 9
Manish was learning very quickly that he did not, in fact, like the spooky atmosphere that the rookery was going for. Really if he had his way he would have completely avoided the area, but Lucy was on a âsave everyoneâ kick and he wanted to support her in anything that wasnât fighting. But judging by the gross stumbling zombies around, she was probably just using that as an excuse to punch some undead faces.
At least he wasnât alone, there were a few people already fighting, he even knew some of them! Sort of. Well, kind of. Enough that when he made his way closer to them he gave a little wave. âUm, hi, uh, Iâm here to uh, help?â
<Imma kick some zombie ass!>
âLanguage! And uh, yeah, that.â
Lucy dashed off to chase another zombie and Manish stood off to the side to make sure he wasnât in the way. Unfortunately, his plan of backing up was thwarted by him running into something cold and squishy. In a scene from his worst nightmares, Manish turned around to find that he was face to face with a zombie. âUhhhhâŚhi?â
âBraiiiiinnnnnnnnssssâ the zombie eloquently replied.
Manish tried to take a step back, but it was too late, the zombie grabbed him by the shoulders and leaned closer.
âBrainnnnnssss.â
âOh no, help? Please? Also uh, not be um, rude, but could you not breathe on me? Your uh, your breath is um. Bad? Sorry.â Manish pushed gently on the zombies chest, trying to move his face further away from the rotten smelling breath.
âBrainnsssâŚâ The zombie leaned closer. If it were capable of moving all its facial muscles the confusion on its face would have been clearer. It shoved itâs face right into Manishâs hair only to find some mushrooms. âBrains?â
âUmâŚâ With a final sniff the zombie let go of Manish, dropping him to the ground before shuffling off towards the other players.
âBrainnnnnnnsssss.â
Lucy finally appeared next to Manish and gave him a pat on the shoulder. <Tough break, bossman. Guess you didnât have anything for him to eat.>
Manish stared at the zombie. âAm I uh, should I like, take offense to um, that?â
<Yeah, bossman, yeah you probably should. Now pick yourself up and go look for the eggs since youâre clearly safe from the zombies. Imma go punch something.>
Manish was left alone sitting on the ground, dragging a finger through the dirt and looking rather glum. âI didnât want to get eaten anywayâŚâ he pouted.
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Derk_TheJerk
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Corruption Crusher
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Trainer Class: Gardener
Player Name: Derek Smalls
OOC Username: Wizz
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Post by Derk_TheJerk on Nov 5, 2022 4:55:32 GMT 9
Derek gave a low squeal at the zombies, bouncing in place. It was a happy noise, not a scare done. Unexpected amongst the undead but the game wasn't real and because of that, it was easy for Derek to excuse being himself. Truth was in real life if he saw zombies he'd be just as excited, he'd just have to act not excited or else people would think he was a lunatic. He hoped to find a ghost pokĂŠmon in the midst of everything. Maybe not, maybe it wouldn't be the case, but imagine if it would! With his game dad's leather jacket, he adjusts the collar and then eyes a specific set of ears and a tail. Animalistic features aren't unheard of in games, but Derek's always had a weakness for stuff like that. Even to the point of thinking about changing his own avatar to something with ears and a tail. Though, he was admittedly unsure. The mention of Zombieland has Derek nearly squealing a second time. "Not to mention," he tells Tuesday, "always check the back seat."Thumbing back, his rowlet whisks a LEAFAGE at the zombies around, successfully keeping his trainer and the eggs near his trainer safe. Possibly the coolest moment in Derek's life, and he's cheesing like a moron. "Also accustomed to Zombieland rules, you can call me Maine." Where he was from.
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Tuesday
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Battle Legend
The Creed
Posts: 1,602
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Player Name: MartĂn 'Mars' MarzĂĄn
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 138
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Post by Tuesday on Nov 5, 2022 17:52:28 GMT 9
"Okay, first of all: ew." Tuesday grimaces in response to Zac Ramsayâs comment, cat ears lowering in clear displeasure. But, then the redhead swings a steel pipe and his pokĂŠmon attack, and those cat ears of hers perk up. "Yeah, see? Thatâs more like what I meant!"
Furrlicity Purrfection also shows up, with the weird strategy of healing the zombies. "Wait⌠that actually works?" Why had no one told her? Sheâs an Alchemist, healing is like totally a part of her whole deal! So, Tuesday decides to give Furrlicityâs approach a try, reaching for her golden pokĂŠballâŚ
"Woah, manish, donât get yourself eaten. You okay, dude?" It looks like it, at least. Well, actually, it looks like the zombies donât find Manish particularly appetising. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Tuesday would debate the matter further, but of course, the zombie that had abandoned its attempt at eating Manishâs brains apparently decides to give hers a try insteadâŚ
âBraaaaaaiiiiiinsâŚâ
"HELL NO."
She does what any logical person would do in this sort of situation.
Which is, of course, grab the nearest object and smack the zombie with it. Itâs a branch. A branch that turns gold in the Alchemistâs hands. It packs quite the punch.
"Thatâs pretty damn toxic behaviour, my dudes. No worries, though. Iâll show you what being toxic is all about." She smirks, and with that line, she releases the Whirlipede. âChariot.â
The Whirlipede spins right into the nearest foe, oozing venom that actually has a delightful floral aroma. Healing. Just like the toxic sludge that soon coats the ground.
"Maine, huh?" Tuesday spins her golden branch as if it were a baton, turning her attention to Derk_TheJerk. "Call me Chicago, if so. Glad to see at least someone here knows good cinema."
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Tuesday
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Battle Legend
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Player Name: MartĂn 'Mars' MarzĂĄn
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Post by Tuesday on Nov 11, 2022 15:59:16 GMT 9
While Tuesday is in the middle of chatting and wacking zombies with her golden branch (as you do), she stumbles onto something. It almost causes her to trip and fall, but of course Tuesday would never ever be so uncool.
"Ha!"
A boot is placed firmly on the smooth, polished surface. Itâs oddly slippery and the more firm her stance becomes, the more it begins to⌠shatter. Oh shit. Itâs an egg!
Electricity crackles, an eerie aura is emitted by the broken egg, and suddenly, something shoots out of it â straight towards Tuesday.
This time, she takes a step back, surprised.
The pokÊmon (it must be a pokÊmon, right?) is no more than a little ball of plasma with a face and the most miniscule cat ear headband ever. Cat ears and a coin⌠Meowth ear headband, then.
<'Hey, Tuesday!'> It says in a chipper, high pitched voice.
"Uhm⌠Hey?"
<'What is your query?'>
"My query?"
<'Iâm not sure I understand.'>
"But you just asked⌠Oh." Is this Rotom programmed to act like some sort of virtual personal assistant? Thatâs hilarious. Not nearly as cool as Azule, sure, but Tuesday will take what she can get.
She decides to test it out.
"Hey, Rotom." Sheâll need to think of some clever nickname for it, huh? "How do I get to the Precipice Shrine from here?"
<The Precipice Shrine is twenty minutes away. Head East and take a left after fifty four steps.'>
How is she supposed to get back to the settlement?! Theyâre on an island!
She decides to follow the Rotom anywayâŚ
"Sure, whatever. Letâs go."
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Derk_TheJerk
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Corruption Crusher
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Posts: 163
Trainer Class: Gardener
Player Name: Derek Smalls
OOC Username: Wizz
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Post by Derk_TheJerk on Nov 11, 2022 22:50:18 GMT 9
"Got it, Chicago." Though the username was Tuesday, Derek committed to memory that the super cool person with the cat ears and heterochromatic eyes was Chicago. At least, that's what he was going to call Tuesday. > "Braaaaaiiiiiinnnnnssssss.....""Yikes!" Derek shrilled, pulling away and immediately leaving behind some plants, which stopped the zombies from getting closer to him. Apollo surrounded them in a leafage which had Derek grinning, giving the bird some claps. "It's plants verses zombies bitches!" Just as his victory was celebrated, it was dashed. A zombie was closing in on an egg. Quickly, Derek snatched it up into his arms with a, "no dies Mr. No-Brains," before skirting back and holding the egg. Which rumbled in his arms...? "What theâ"the egg is hatching!With a brilliant shine, the misdreavus that came forth from it twirled like a tiny dancer, then shot out a quick confusion agains the zombies, who ended up hugging each other and giving soft pats. Derek was too distracted by his new Misdreavus to do much else but blink curiously. "Hello there, I'm Derek, pleasure to meet you. Kinda makes sense, I'm frightened 93% of the time, you'll fit right in." Pleased with how the misdreavus seemed to light up with excitement, Derek gave the ghost a squeeze and released it, letting it enjoy the fear around them and pull a few tricks here and there. Sometimes at Derek or Apollo's expense.
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