Hey...who's going to have a story without the drunk idealist? I'm in, if you'll have me. I'd also be willing to help you with writing ideas if you ever needed them (one of the only things I'm good at).
Heh. Sure.Y'know, something I'd like to see is something you could do. Maybe do a battle royale with forum users. That'd be fun. I already did it like twice on the other forum. I wanna see how you do it.
Hey...who's going to have a story without the drunk idealist? I'm in, if you'll have me. I'd also be willing to help you with writing ideas if you ever needed them (one of the only things I'm good at).
Heh. Sure.Y'know, something I'd like to see is something you could do. Maybe do a battle royale with forum users. That'd be fun. I already did it like twice on the other forum. I wanna see how you do it.
Heh. Sure.Y'know, something I'd like to see is something you could do. Maybe do a battle royale with forum users. That'd be fun. I already did it like twice on the other forum. I wanna see how you do it.
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]
Ask for forum users, then, once you have enough (a good size would be like forty) pit them against each other, until one is left.
Just ke… moreep in mind, not everyone wants to win. Some may want to escape the island, some may rather commit suicide, and some may team up to win.
Do I ask people their past jobs and evaluate their skills, or do I just make their characters myself? Another thing, this is in the TWD universe, right?
Do I ask people their past jobs and evaluate their skills, or do I just make their characters myself? Another thing, this is in the TWD universe, right?
MASTER PSYCHIC
"Aiyyo, MP," Awesomeo said, with his newly bandaged arm, "I had to cut my scavenging short because of this whole deal with… more Azlyn, and me breaking my arm. I also lost everything I had gotten while I was out there. You think you and Azlyn could go get it back?"
"I'm feeling weak, dude. I'm not sure."
"You need to see the type of shit that happens over there anyways. If we ever have to leave, you'll need the experience. Plus, you'll have Azlyn with you, who led a dying me home. You'll be fine. Just get some food in you first. Oh, and bring a melee weapon, as well as a gun. I was using a table leg. Anything works."
"... Okay, man. I'll do it."
"Viva has the gun, and here, take the table leg. It works surprisingly well. Just make sure to hit their heads with this nail, here. Then, just tell Azlyn what's up, and she'll lead you there. Alright?"
"Alright." I walked over to Viva and Aus. They were in the kitchen, both… [view original content]
Holy shit, there is a lot of people talking about me in this thread hehe, i've been too busy lately to have anything to do with this but I wasn't actually expecting to be a part of your project
HARPADARPA
GO WITH RAGING BLADES
"Alright, let's go."
"Oh hell yeah, man! Let's tear it up."
His car was more like a minivan.
… more "Of all the cars you can drive now, why the fuck would you choose a minivan?"
"Says the guy in the Prius."
"Dude, that thing could go without gas. If that isn't useful, then please, tell me what is."
"How about the ability to run something over without wrecking the car? This thing is sturdy. Unlike your car. I saw the blood on it and everything. What'd you run over? A deer?"
"Some gangsters." The mood went down a notch, "They were walking around with their guns out and shit. They made me a fucking Rambo."
"Why'd you do it?"
"I hate gangsters. They've killed some of my family before, man. Fuck 'em."
He sat in silence after that. Turns out, he doesn't like killing gangsters. Wasn't too long before a car drove up to the side of us.
"Pull over, grandma!"
"Those are crips. OF COURSE… [view original content]
"Shut the fuck up, you little punk." The high pitched voice kicked me in the gut.
Dad responded by decking him in the face.
"Ah! Stache, what the fuck?!"
"Don't hit my son EVER again, got that?!"
Raging looked at me with a look of confusion. The same confusion that lay in my gut. Butterflies and bowling balls made me feel a strange sensation. I was, at once, both sick, and overjoyed. Both horrible, and happy. Meanwhile, another gangster got out of the car, and dragged the dead driver out of the driver seat.
"What?!" The high pitched voice said, still holding his jaw.
"My son is coming with us, Tyranitar. Right now. And his friend is, too."
"Where?"
"You know. But first, I want to talk with him a moment."
"Alright, fine."
The two of us walked over to the center of the highway, jumped over the median, and he said, "Why the fuck are you here, Harp?! You have college!"
"It was spring break, and I wanted to surprise you and mom... Then this happened."
"What about your brother? Where the hell is I Waste My Time?"
"I asked him if he wanted to do this, too, but he said he already had plans on the east coast."
"Okay... Okay, good. Your mother?"
"I have no clue. Last I knew, she was living in San Francisco, but was talking about moving to San Jose."
"What were you doing with this guy?" He pointed at Raging, who was complaining to one of the gangsters, seemingly about his injury, though I couldn't hear the words.
"He said that things might be alright in Sacramento, and since I was heading that way to find you anyways, I figured I go with him."
"An-"
"You still haven't answered my fucking question, dad," I interrupted him, harshly. "Why the fuck are you with gangsters?"
"Don't talk to me tha-"
"I DO NOT respect gangsters. Not in the slightest. So I don't give a fuck. What are you gonna do? We aren't staying with these assholes, so you can't threaten that they'll do something. I'm twice your size and you haven't taken my guns, so you can't do that. What the fuck could you do?"
He looked astonished. I'm sure I looked fucking outraged.
"Now. Why are you with them?"
"L-l-look, son, now, it's either be a part of these gangs, or be a victim of them. I had to join them."
"Here's what happens now. We waste these motherfuckers, and then we go to Sacramento with my friend, then to San Fran, then San Jose if mom isn't in San Fran, then we head to Farmington. That. Is. The. Plan."
"There's nobody in Sacramento. Nobody except more Crips. And also, we are not killing Tyran and GuiltyKing. "
"So we skip Sacramento. And why not?"
We sat and argued for quite a while longer, before dad finally gave in. But I had to give in some as well. We wouldn't kill GuiltyKing or Tyranitar, we'd just ditch them on the side of the road somewhere.
"Mustache, take your kid's guns," Tyran, the one with the high pitched voice, said.
"He isn't gonna try anything. And I want him to be safe if anything goes wrong. Bandage up his friend. We're going on the road." He had a foul look, as if what he said hurt.
I got into the middle of the back seat. Then I thought about the guys on the plane. I wondered if they were doing okay. Then I had to remind myself, they fucked me. Left me alone in the middle of the apocalypse. A remembered hatred rose in my belly. My frown turned into a scowl.
"So, you're Mustache's kid?" The one who hadn't talked up until this point spoke. GuiltyKing is what dad called him.
"Yup."
"He told us a lot about you and your brother. Even before the apocalypse. Now he never shuts up about you two."
"You knew him before?" I glared at my dad, who was now driving.
"Yeah. He's been rolling with us for a while now." He tried to say something else, but I interrupted him.
"I don't want to talk. Why are you being so friendly anyways? I killed your motherfucking friend."
"What's done is done. You didn't know who you were fucking with. And we didn't know who we were fucking with."
I scoffed, and looked out the window. Something odd was going on. There were more living than dead people. In fact, I didn't catch any dead people. On top of that, they were all wearing... Oh for fuck's sake!
"DAD!" I shouted. He didn't look back. He pulled up in front of some place I knew all too well. The Sacramento county courthouse. Dad had been in here more than once. Surprising that he'd come in here now. Divorce, going away for possession, it all happened here.
"Come on, Harp," Dad looked disappointed. I'm still not sure whether it was in himself, or in me. "Your friend too."
"I'm sorry, Raging."
"Fuck it. They might've done worse shit to me if you weren't here. We're cool."
"Thanks." I smiled. Despite the regret I felt, I still smiled.
We walked down a hallway, and I felt like a prisoner. I had committed a crime, and now I was going to court. Great.
At the end of the hallway, it there was another hallway, perpendicular to the first.
"Let's go see Stevean," GuiltyKing said, "He's the least harsh judge," He looked at me with concern, before continuing, "we still might catch a beating, though.
"STOP!" I heard a girl's voice come from one of the courtrooms.
A door opened, and someone I recognized burst out of the courtroom. We hardly caught eye contact before he was tackled by two burly black dudes. Tattoos ran up and down their arms and neck. As much as I wanted to shoot them, that'd get me killed for sure.
HELP MASTER PSYCHIC. PULL THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS OFF OF HIM.
CONTINUE INTO THE COURTROOM. I DON'T WANT TO GET HURT.
HERSHEL
HELP AUS ZOMBIE
The guy gave us a place to stay. I owe him. On top of that, Awesomeo could hold that guy off for just a minute more, couldn't he?
I sprinted towards the house, and once I was standing in the back door, I put a bullet in the walker walking around. Then I ran up and hit the crip with the butt of my gun. This fazed him enough for me to unload on him. Full on automatic bullets tore him apart.
(?) YOU SAVED AUS ZOMBIE
"We gotta help Awesomeo!" Aus shouted, "Where is he?!"
"Over here." I walked into the hallway and kicked open the door. Awesomeo was still struggling. I pulled my gun up. Click! Click! Click! "SHIT!" I tossed the gun. Just as I was about to run to his aid, his attacker got the better of him.
One stab, two stab, three stab, four. He ain't coming up off the floor.
(?) YOU COULD HAVE HELPED AWESOMEO
"FUCK! PIECE OF SHIT!" Aus tore a leg off of an upturned table, which already was missing one. It took all of two seconds, but once he did, he smashed it into the goon's head. He went down. SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!
CRASH! Walkers flung themselves through the window.
Comments
Thanks for fixing that.
Alright, to keep this from becoming chaos later on, you're gonna have to vote for both choices.
Alright, to keep this from becoming chaos later on, you're gonna have to vote for both choices.
I'm with you brother.
Oh ok. RIP Viva.
Sorry, guys, but I'm just giving the people who voted only halfway a chance to correct themselves.
Yeah, but it's a gift from me
It's okay bro
Remember the last thing we saw of him? He was falling headfirst.
Hey...who's going to have a story without the drunk idealist? I'm in, if you'll have me. I'd also be willing to help you with writing ideas if you ever needed them (one of the only things I'm good at).
Heh. Sure.Y'know, something I'd like to see is something you could do. Maybe do a battle royale with forum users. That'd be fun. I already did it like twice on the other forum. I wanna see how you do it.
Damn.. hope he gets out of it (with the table leg).
How does it work?
Did you actually Finish any of those?
Yup. I finished the first one. This one is still in progress, so it doesn't count.
And I only stopped the second one because I left.
ok.
Yeah,of course
Ask for forum users, then, once you have enough (a good size would be like forty) pit them against each other, until one is left.
Just keep in mind, not everyone wants to win. Some may want to escape the island, some may rather commit suicide, and some may team up to win.
Find them!
lol
Pay attention, this vote is closed.
sorry
Could you post a link for reference purposes?
Here's what the premise is based on:
In other words, a far more intense Hunger Games.
It's all good.
OH MY GOD THIS THREAD IS SO FUN ^,..,^
Do I ask people their past jobs and evaluate their skills, or do I just make their characters myself? Another thing, this is in the TWD universe, right?
This story is. Your story won't be. And also, I want to see how you do it. Do whatever you like.
Go With Raging Blades everytime YES
Holy shit, there is a lot of people talking about me in this thread hehe, i've been too busy lately to have anything to do with this but I wasn't actually expecting to be a part of your project
I just set it up, now to wait for some people.
Why thank you. The next part is coming up.
Fuck yeah
Sorry about that. :P I vote for hug dad.
HARPADARPA
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HANGING OUT WITH CRIPS?!"
Dad was taken aback.
"Shut the fuck up, you little punk." The high pitched voice kicked me in the gut.
Dad responded by decking him in the face.
"Ah! Stache, what the fuck?!"
"Don't hit my son EVER again, got that?!"
Raging looked at me with a look of confusion. The same confusion that lay in my gut. Butterflies and bowling balls made me feel a strange sensation. I was, at once, both sick, and overjoyed. Both horrible, and happy. Meanwhile, another gangster got out of the car, and dragged the dead driver out of the driver seat.
"What?!" The high pitched voice said, still holding his jaw.
"My son is coming with us, Tyranitar. Right now. And his friend is, too."
"Where?"
"You know. But first, I want to talk with him a moment."
"Alright, fine."
The two of us walked over to the center of the highway, jumped over the median, and he said, "Why the fuck are you here, Harp?! You have college!"
"It was spring break, and I wanted to surprise you and mom... Then this happened."
"What about your brother? Where the hell is I Waste My Time?"
"I asked him if he wanted to do this, too, but he said he already had plans on the east coast."
"Okay... Okay, good. Your mother?"
"I have no clue. Last I knew, she was living in San Francisco, but was talking about moving to San Jose."
"What were you doing with this guy?" He pointed at Raging, who was complaining to one of the gangsters, seemingly about his injury, though I couldn't hear the words.
"He said that things might be alright in Sacramento, and since I was heading that way to find you anyways, I figured I go with him."
"An-"
"You still haven't answered my fucking question, dad," I interrupted him, harshly. "Why the fuck are you with gangsters?"
"Don't talk to me tha-"
"I DO NOT respect gangsters. Not in the slightest. So I don't give a fuck. What are you gonna do? We aren't staying with these assholes, so you can't threaten that they'll do something. I'm twice your size and you haven't taken my guns, so you can't do that. What the fuck could you do?"
He looked astonished. I'm sure I looked fucking outraged.
"Now. Why are you with them?"
"L-l-look, son, now, it's either be a part of these gangs, or be a victim of them. I had to join them."
"Here's what happens now. We waste these motherfuckers, and then we go to Sacramento with my friend, then to San Fran, then San Jose if mom isn't in San Fran, then we head to Farmington. That. Is. The. Plan."
"There's nobody in Sacramento. Nobody except more Crips. And also, we are not killing Tyran and GuiltyKing. "
"So we skip Sacramento. And why not?"
We sat and argued for quite a while longer, before dad finally gave in. But I had to give in some as well. We wouldn't kill GuiltyKing or Tyranitar, we'd just ditch them on the side of the road somewhere.
"Mustache, take your kid's guns," Tyran, the one with the high pitched voice, said.
"He isn't gonna try anything. And I want him to be safe if anything goes wrong. Bandage up his friend. We're going on the road." He had a foul look, as if what he said hurt.
I got into the middle of the back seat. Then I thought about the guys on the plane. I wondered if they were doing okay. Then I had to remind myself, they fucked me. Left me alone in the middle of the apocalypse. A remembered hatred rose in my belly. My frown turned into a scowl.
"So, you're Mustache's kid?" The one who hadn't talked up until this point spoke. GuiltyKing is what dad called him.
"Yup."
"He told us a lot about you and your brother. Even before the apocalypse. Now he never shuts up about you two."
"You knew him before?" I glared at my dad, who was now driving.
"Yeah. He's been rolling with us for a while now." He tried to say something else, but I interrupted him.
"I don't want to talk. Why are you being so friendly anyways? I killed your motherfucking friend."
"What's done is done. You didn't know who you were fucking with. And we didn't know who we were fucking with."
I scoffed, and looked out the window. Something odd was going on. There were more living than dead people. In fact, I didn't catch any dead people. On top of that, they were all wearing... Oh for fuck's sake!
"DAD!" I shouted. He didn't look back. He pulled up in front of some place I knew all too well. The Sacramento county courthouse. Dad had been in here more than once. Surprising that he'd come in here now. Divorce, going away for possession, it all happened here.
"Come on, Harp," Dad looked disappointed. I'm still not sure whether it was in himself, or in me. "Your friend too."
"I'm sorry, Raging."
"Fuck it. They might've done worse shit to me if you weren't here. We're cool."
"Thanks." I smiled. Despite the regret I felt, I still smiled.
We walked down a hallway, and I felt like a prisoner. I had committed a crime, and now I was going to court. Great.
At the end of the hallway, it there was another hallway, perpendicular to the first.
"Let's go see Stevean," GuiltyKing said, "He's the least harsh judge," He looked at me with concern, before continuing, "we still might catch a beating, though.
"STOP!" I heard a girl's voice come from one of the courtrooms.
A door opened, and someone I recognized burst out of the courtroom. We hardly caught eye contact before he was tackled by two burly black dudes. Tattoos ran up and down their arms and neck. As much as I wanted to shoot them, that'd get me killed for sure.
HELP MASTER PSYCHIC. PULL THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS OFF OF HIM.
CONTINUE INTO THE COURTROOM. I DON'T WANT TO GET HURT.
HERSHEL
HELP AUS ZOMBIE
The guy gave us a place to stay. I owe him. On top of that, Awesomeo could hold that guy off for just a minute more, couldn't he?
I sprinted towards the house, and once I was standing in the back door, I put a bullet in the walker walking around. Then I ran up and hit the crip with the butt of my gun. This fazed him enough for me to unload on him. Full on automatic bullets tore him apart.
(?) YOU SAVED AUS ZOMBIE
"We gotta help Awesomeo!" Aus shouted, "Where is he?!"
"Over here." I walked into the hallway and kicked open the door. Awesomeo was still struggling. I pulled my gun up. Click! Click! Click! "SHIT!" I tossed the gun. Just as I was about to run to his aid, his attacker got the better of him.
One stab, two stab, three stab, four. He ain't coming up off the floor.
(?) YOU COULD HAVE HELPED AWESOMEO
"FUCK! PIECE OF SHIT!" Aus tore a leg off of an upturned table, which already was missing one. It took all of two seconds, but once he did, he smashed it into the goon's head. He went down. SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!
CRASH! Walkers flung themselves through the window.
"Shit! Let's get out of here!" I shouted.
"We still have the Mustang?"
"Let's find out!"
VOTING IS CLOSED
This will be pretty cool having both of these going at the same time
Mods, please get rid of this quickly!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO fuck you
WHAT THE FUCK!! NO!
edit: FUCK REMOVE THIS SHIT!!
Sorry, man. Too late.