Alright, it's on page two. I edited it into my accidental double post.
EDIT: Never mind, it's on this page too.
REMEMBER: I'll only count votes put in replies! Not random comments!
Somewhat. Occasionally, there'll be a choice made by a single protagonist. These choices will sometimes be life or death choices. And you'll have to do your best to avoid death at every corner.
MASTER PSYCHIC
"Everybody, put your shit in the back of the plane." Our gracious pilot, Viva, instructed. Harp loaded his suitcase, follo… morewed by Awesomeo, me, and then Hershel. As I stepped away from the plane, I took one last good look at Yosemite park. It was insane. One side, there were lush green trees, with squirrels in the branches, and then on the other, it was all dead. No grass grew, no trees had leaves. No small animals roamed.
"Dude, Harp, thanks for planning this, it was fun." Awesomeo said.
"Don't thank me 'till it's over." Harp gave the cocky smile we all knew him for, and then said, "Plus, you guys chose all of the places we'd go. And you guys brought the party." The only native Californian, he gave us cool locations to go to, and we picked.
Graysonn's plane seemed to follow suit. Leetheprofessional, Gobananas, Puncake, and then Narwhalking threw their stuff into the trunk of the plane.
"You guys got your parachut… [view original content]
MASTER PSYCHIC
"Everybody, put your shit in the back of the plane." Our gracious pilot, Viva, instructed. Harp loaded his suitcase, follo… morewed by Awesomeo, me, and then Hershel. As I stepped away from the plane, I took one last good look at Yosemite park. It was insane. One side, there were lush green trees, with squirrels in the branches, and then on the other, it was all dead. No grass grew, no trees had leaves. No small animals roamed.
"Dude, Harp, thanks for planning this, it was fun." Awesomeo said.
"Don't thank me 'till it's over." Harp gave the cocky smile we all knew him for, and then said, "Plus, you guys chose all of the places we'd go. And you guys brought the party." The only native Californian, he gave us cool locations to go to, and we picked.
Graysonn's plane seemed to follow suit. Leetheprofessional, Gobananas, Puncake, and then Narwhalking threw their stuff into the trunk of the plane.
"You guys got your parachut… [view original content]
MASTER PSYCHIC
"Everybody, put your shit in the back of the plane." Our gracious pilot, Viva, instructed. Harp loaded his suitcase, follo… morewed by Awesomeo, me, and then Hershel. As I stepped away from the plane, I took one last good look at Yosemite park. It was insane. One side, there were lush green trees, with squirrels in the branches, and then on the other, it was all dead. No grass grew, no trees had leaves. No small animals roamed.
"Dude, Harp, thanks for planning this, it was fun." Awesomeo said.
"Don't thank me 'till it's over." Harp gave the cocky smile we all knew him for, and then said, "Plus, you guys chose all of the places we'd go. And you guys brought the party." The only native Californian, he gave us cool locations to go to, and we picked.
Graysonn's plane seemed to follow suit. Leetheprofessional, Gobananas, Puncake, and then Narwhalking threw their stuff into the trunk of the plane.
"You guys got your parachut… [view original content]
I looked fine, aside from some nasty fuckin bruises on my chest... Which was weird. I also noticed that I was nude. Perhaps the reason I looked fine was because they cleaned me? Regardless, one way or the other, my clothes were on the floor next to the bed. I sat on the edge, and put on my underpants, then my jeans, and my t-shirt. My shoes and socks were gone, though. I pushed myself off the bed, and immediately fell to the ground.
I winded myself. Fantastic start. I rolled onto my back, and started wheezing.
"SHIT! What was that?!" Leetheprofessional's voice came through the door.
"I think it was MP. Check it out, Pro." Hershel said.
"Fine." Leetheprofessional responded. A couple seconds later, I heard a knock on the door. "Master Psychic? You alright, buddy?"
I wheezed especially loud, trying to get help.
"Is he--?" Loud whispers came from somebody else. It could be somebody else I know. How could I tell.
"I don't know." Pro simply spoke.
"Take the revolver."
"Ok. I'll take this, too."
I started wheezing louder.
"I think he's... Y'know."
"Find out, then! Quit pussyfooting around." Harp sounded pissed.
"Fine!" Pro burst in with a revolver cocked and aimed at the bed, a jug of water, and a mean looking scowl. His black hair was greasy and tangled, while his shirt had a few tears in it. His jeans looked okay, though. He wore a pair of boots, which was new to me. A smile lit up on his face when he saw me. A sigh came, followed by, "He's okay, guys!"
"Alright. Good." A voice I didn't recognize came from the room behind him.
"Need some help?"
By this point, my lungs had recovered. "Yes."
Pro stuck his hand out. I took it. "Thirsty?"
"Yes."
"Here, drink this." He handed me the jug. "Don't drink too much. We don't have a lot." The jug stretched my muscles for me. The water cleared up thirst that I didn't know I felt.
"Can we get back to business now?" One of Harp's glasses lenses had broken. He also had a scratch mark on his neck. He sat on a wingtip chair.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Remember when we watched Shawn of the Dead, that one night in our dorm?"
"Yeah..."
"That's happening, MP. That's happening."
"Ok, what's really happening?"
"I'm not shitting you."
"Bull." I smirked. Waiting for the punchline Harp absolutely must have been setting up. Instead, He stood up, walked towards a doorway with a window, and pulled back the curtain in front of said window. It was boarded.
"Come here." Harp was not happy. Not at all. I walked shakily over to him. Peeking between the boards, and I saw something hideous. Three dudes were banging on our window. One was missing a lower jaw. One had exposed intestines, hanging and flapping with each movement. One was missing flesh on the ends of his forearms, and was missing hands.
I fell to the floor and retched. I gagged and gagged. I could not puke though. I was hungry, too.
"Now," Harp walked back to his seat, leaving me on the floor, "My parents still live in California. If what Viva said is true, they're in this hellhole with us. I need to go find them."
"And nobody is stopping you, Harp. But we need to stay safe, too." Pro looked intently, and as if Harp was dim.
"I don't want to go alone."
"Then stay." The man I did not recognize said.
"No. I'm going. I'll take the Mustang." Harp made a sneer of disgust at his colleagues.
"No. Too loud. Take the Prius. It's quieter, and it's solar powered." The unknown one said again.
"Good point. I will. Thanks, Aus Zombie." Harp's disgust lightened somewhat, "But I still can't go alone."
"You've heard what everyone says on this. Either go alone, or stay." Pro reminded him.
MASTER PSYCHIC
I NEED TO TRY TO FIND MY FRIENDS
My first act was to pull the covers off.
I looked fine, aside from some nasty fucki… moren bruises on my chest... Which was weird. I also noticed that I was nude. Perhaps the reason I looked fine was because they cleaned me? Regardless, one way or the other, my clothes were on the floor next to the bed. I sat on the edge, and put on my underpants, then my jeans, and my t-shirt. My shoes and socks were gone, though. I pushed myself off the bed, and immediately fell to the ground.
I winded myself. Fantastic start. I rolled onto my back, and started wheezing.
"SHIT! What was that?!" Leetheprofessional's voice came through the door.
"I think it was MP. Check it out, Pro." Hershel said.
"Fine." Leetheprofessional responded. A couple seconds later, I heard a knock on the door. "Master Psychic? You alright, buddy?"
I wheezed especially loud, trying to get help.
"Is he--?" Loud whis… [view original content]
MASTER PSYCHIC
I NEED TO TRY TO FIND MY FRIENDS
My first act was to pull the covers off.
I looked fine, aside from some nasty fucki… moren bruises on my chest... Which was weird. I also noticed that I was nude. Perhaps the reason I looked fine was because they cleaned me? Regardless, one way or the other, my clothes were on the floor next to the bed. I sat on the edge, and put on my underpants, then my jeans, and my t-shirt. My shoes and socks were gone, though. I pushed myself off the bed, and immediately fell to the ground.
I winded myself. Fantastic start. I rolled onto my back, and started wheezing.
"SHIT! What was that?!" Leetheprofessional's voice came through the door.
"I think it was MP. Check it out, Pro." Hershel said.
"Fine." Leetheprofessional responded. A couple seconds later, I heard a knock on the door. "Master Psychic? You alright, buddy?"
I wheezed especially loud, trying to get help.
"Is he--?" Loud whis… [view original content]
Comments
Thanks man, but if it's like "Save this forum member or that forum member" I'd be screwed!
Vote, man.
IM IN
And your decision might get some people killed, but fuck it.
Wow, awesome! Can i be in it?
Oh sorry, option 2 "I need to try to find my friends"
Find your friends!
Not sure if I'm too late but I would like to join
.
NO.
...
Just kidding. Sure. Just remember, it may take a while.
I'd say find your friends.
Trust me, I know. I just want to introduce people slowly. You and the others may not appear for a small while.
Thanks!
Don't worry, brah. There's always room for you, my friend
AWESOME! can't wait to see where this goes man.
It's okay, i can wait. This sounds awesome! If i can be of any help, just say, okay?
Just trust your instincts bruh
Great thread by the way.
Vote, man.
Well it's a vote. You won't be making that choice alone. Yeah, I know I made a poor choice in wording.
Find your friends.
No problem, breh.
Thanks.
Quick question, everyone can vote? Or only the people that were mentioned in this part?
Thank God
I'm going to doze off every second, Sorry if I won't be here to vote on my own character.
As far as I know everyone.
Everyone. But it seems we have a definite winner.
Sure, why not!
I see, just wanted to make sure. And yes, "Find your friends" gets my vote as well.
Find your friends.
I'm up for it if I'm welcome.
I'll take you up on that offer.
MASTER PSYCHIC
I NEED TO TRY TO FIND MY FRIENDS
My first act was to pull the covers off.
I looked fine, aside from some nasty fuckin bruises on my chest... Which was weird. I also noticed that I was nude. Perhaps the reason I looked fine was because they cleaned me? Regardless, one way or the other, my clothes were on the floor next to the bed. I sat on the edge, and put on my underpants, then my jeans, and my t-shirt. My shoes and socks were gone, though. I pushed myself off the bed, and immediately fell to the ground.
I winded myself. Fantastic start. I rolled onto my back, and started wheezing.
"SHIT! What was that?!" Leetheprofessional's voice came through the door.
"I think it was MP. Check it out, Pro." Hershel said.
"Fine." Leetheprofessional responded. A couple seconds later, I heard a knock on the door. "Master Psychic? You alright, buddy?"
I wheezed especially loud, trying to get help.
"Is he--?" Loud whispers came from somebody else. It could be somebody else I know. How could I tell.
"I don't know." Pro simply spoke.
"Take the revolver."
"Ok. I'll take this, too."
I started wheezing louder.
"I think he's... Y'know."
"Find out, then! Quit pussyfooting around." Harp sounded pissed.
"Fine!" Pro burst in with a revolver cocked and aimed at the bed, a jug of water, and a mean looking scowl. His black hair was greasy and tangled, while his shirt had a few tears in it. His jeans looked okay, though. He wore a pair of boots, which was new to me. A smile lit up on his face when he saw me. A sigh came, followed by, "He's okay, guys!"
"Alright. Good." A voice I didn't recognize came from the room behind him.
"Need some help?"
By this point, my lungs had recovered. "Yes."
Pro stuck his hand out. I took it. "Thirsty?"
"Yes."
"Here, drink this." He handed me the jug. "Don't drink too much. We don't have a lot." The jug stretched my muscles for me. The water cleared up thirst that I didn't know I felt.
"Can we get back to business now?" One of Harp's glasses lenses had broken. He also had a scratch mark on his neck. He sat on a wingtip chair.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Remember when we watched Shawn of the Dead, that one night in our dorm?"
"Yeah..."
"That's happening, MP. That's happening."
"Ok, what's really happening?"
"I'm not shitting you."
"Bull." I smirked. Waiting for the punchline Harp absolutely must have been setting up. Instead, He stood up, walked towards a doorway with a window, and pulled back the curtain in front of said window. It was boarded.
"Come here." Harp was not happy. Not at all. I walked shakily over to him. Peeking between the boards, and I saw something hideous. Three dudes were banging on our window. One was missing a lower jaw. One had exposed intestines, hanging and flapping with each movement. One was missing flesh on the ends of his forearms, and was missing hands.
I fell to the floor and retched. I gagged and gagged. I could not puke though. I was hungry, too.
"Now," Harp walked back to his seat, leaving me on the floor, "My parents still live in California. If what Viva said is true, they're in this hellhole with us. I need to go find them."
"And nobody is stopping you, Harp. But we need to stay safe, too." Pro looked intently, and as if Harp was dim.
"I don't want to go alone."
"Then stay." The man I did not recognize said.
"No. I'm going. I'll take the Mustang." Harp made a sneer of disgust at his colleagues.
"No. Too loud. Take the Prius. It's quieter, and it's solar powered." The unknown one said again.
"Good point. I will. Thanks, Aus Zombie." Harp's disgust lightened somewhat, "But I still can't go alone."
"You've heard what everyone says on this. Either go alone, or stay." Pro reminded him.
Harp bit on his fist, and looked away.
"I'LL GO WITH YOU"
SAY NOTHING
"YOU SHOULD STAY HERE."
VOTING TIME IS UP
Say nothing, MP is in no condition to go looking.
why did I imagine Chuck Testa reading that comic?
Make sure to read what we have so far. Currently, there are two parts.
Come on, guys, vote :c
Im in gone all day just saw it know well done bro great idea
say nothing.
I'll vote if I can join. Plz