We'll start with your character with normal gear. Think of stuff you take with you when you go out. And, I mean, of course change your name and stuff. If your character is going to be based on you, stick within a 5ish year radius of your own age.
If you want to, two of our characters could...
I tagged it as simple, because when you get down to it, it's simple.
I'm a big fan of zombie roleplays. However, it's incredibly difficult to find one that is good with good people. I've found they often involve at least one ninja, that ridiculous guy who "kills a herd with his pocket...
Something I've wanted to do for quite some time, but ever time I've tried to do it, it didn't go well.
If you want to lead this roleplay, please go ahead. Though if not, I can.
Anyway, I'm thinking classic fantasy races. So like Elves, Dwarves, Orcs, Goblins, and Humans.
The average elf...
Did this already start? Where at?
Also I've not been on this website in over a year, so the update has me all confused. That and I never fully understood it in the week or two that I was on here how to use this site.
"Where is it? This building isn't going to last long. I give us three hours, tops. So show me the food so I can eat and rest before they swarm the building. I'm tired."
Penelope whipped around with a shriek and prepared to swing her hammer. "OHMYGODS! Don't sneak up on me like that! And I believe the question is who the hell are you, horsie. I have the hammer. And the skills. You go first."
(Doesn't have to be. She could travel on rooftops and end up at your building, or could have them follow her.)
She lay on her back, staring at the sky for what seemed like ages. Not having done so in a long time. Beautiful day. ugh, i wonder if I can find any soda. Penelope thought before...
"Gods I *gasp* hate these damn things." Penelope caved in two more undead heads before taking yet another turn. "Flunk this man." She ran for the nearest alley. Looking for any sign of a fire escape, Penelope slid over a car's hood and glanced down the alley. No fire escape.
" @#%&...
Penelope, or Penn as she preferred, walked down a barren street. She would come across some carnage of an old carcass at times, and see a shadow move in a building or alley other times. But she went generally unnoticed. For now. There were a few figures that she could see moving about down...