Meltdown

I'm tired of all the butt hurt realism. I want to do a fun zombie rp. I want it to be pretty unrealistic and fun. Let's not go COMPLETELY overboard with it. I think if we at least try it could be fun. And if not, fuck it.

I'm the ninja.

I'm the pirate.

Name: Patty McSeamus
Age: 47
Occupation: Private Military Contractor, currently employed by Raytheon
Weapons: H&K G36K (I think. I just want the one that has the scope rail), Kimber 1911 TLE II, Mossberg 500 with no stock, and a pistol grip pump. He also has a Taurus Raging Bull and an RPG.

Patty is an aged, Scottish madman of a mercenary. His accent is thick, his demeanor is crazed, his body inebriated. He was hired by Raytheon to secure an object, but has since then drank his objective out of his memory. He's good-humored, loud, and more often than not, drunk. He wears gray olive fatigues with a bullet prrof vest and fingerless gloves (He says they look "spiffy"). He also Wears a Beret. He has a full brown beard dotted with grey.

name: Derp

Occupation: destroying video cards

Name: Yahweh
Occupation: Being the god of all Jews.
Traits: Omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent.

For some odd reason I laughed out loud when I read storages post... problably because I pictured some retarded guy running around during a zombie holocaust smashing computers with a hammer for no apparent reason


Also.
I'm a ninja with a camera. I name is Hank East. I covered conflicts you know.
*takes a photo of a dead zombies vagina*
EROTICA!
"Yeah! 300 bonus points!"
*bushido blades a zombies head off*
WA-SHING

* a scottish man is stumbling down the road, killing zombies*

AW, FACK OFF, YE NINNIES!

*bang bang bang bang*

*runs over everyone's character(barely missing Derp though) in his pirate ship*
Let's have another go at this.
Tommy Morelli
Age-32
Occupation: Crack Addict

Let's start in the airport. I want it to be unrealistic, just not ridiculously silly.

Name: Patty McSeamus
Age: 47
Occupation: Private Military Contractor, currently employed by Raytheon
Weapons: H&K G36K (I think. I just want the one that has the scope rail), Kimber 1911 TLE II, Mossberg 500 with no stock, and a pistol grip pump. He also has a Taurus Raging Bull and an RPG.

Patty is an aged, Scottish madman of a mercenary. His accent is thick, his demeanor is crazed, his body inebriated. He was hired by Raytheon to secure an object, but has since then drank his objective out of his memory. He's good-humored, loud, and more often than not, drunk. He wears gray olive fatigues with a bullet prrof vest and fingerless gloves (He says they look "spiffy"). He also Wears a Beret. He has a full brown beard dotted with grey.

*Does a line*
"How long do you think we have Pat?"

You beat me to it Im a anarchist ninja!

Oh, a wee bit of time, to be sure! Those little ninny zombies can't climb stairs too fackin' well, ye know?

*takes a slurp from a bottle of Brandy*

*brain is getting fucked by coke*
"Let's go on the offense, I want out"
*Turns into a potential killing machine due to teh drugs*

*Patty scoffs, drawing his 1911. He then whacks Tommy in the back of the head with the butt of his 1911*

I'm the robot.

*Crashes through walls of airport*

EXTERMI-FUCKING-NATE

*wakes up to see a robot busting through the wall*
"what the fuck is this laced with?"

The fack are yee? *grabs RPG & shoots the robot*

This could be another random thread like harumbie made..with zombies

I have come to toast your marshmallows.

"Marshmallows?"
*hands over oversized bag of marshmallows*

*Look quizically at RPG*

Piece of shite must be broken...

I have come to prepare food for the zombie attack.

*cooking tray provacativly extends outwards*

Insert your marshmallows.

Yee got any Beer?

*chest opens up revealing a small cooler, zombie head rolls out*

I guess he needed to..chill out.

HA HA HA

What the fuck, it has a sense of humor. * Inserts marshmallows* And it can cook, sweet.