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Hi there!
Thank you for opening this topic.
If you've gotten this far, that means that you're interested in or might be looking for a group roleplay of apocalyptic nature. That's great because... drumroll please... my team and I are looking for enthousiast players that want to join us!
Who we are? We are Cela and Syl and if you join us, we'll be your game masters! Aside from us two, our team consists of two other great world-builders that will help us make sure that you're in for a whole lot of fun.
Before I let you see the group page, it's important to note that we hope to offer a lovely group with writers that are just as passionate about writing as we are. We hope you share that passion. The main idea of this roleplay is that it will take place on discord, is third person and paragraph to multi-paragraph.
The setting is a college town where a zombie apocalypse has just started.
Excited yet? So are we, so without further ado I present to you our group page.
https://www.rprepository.com/g/Etymology
On the page, you'll be able to read more about the roleplay. If you read all the information and think this might be up your alley, we'll be more than happy to welcome you in our discord server (which is linked on our group page).
If you'd happen to have any questions, please feel free to message me and I'll try my best to answer them.
We hope to see you soon!
Kind regards
Syl
Thank you for opening this topic.
If you've gotten this far, that means that you're interested in or might be looking for a group roleplay of apocalyptic nature. That's great because... drumroll please... my team and I are looking for enthousiast players that want to join us!
Who we are? We are Cela and Syl and if you join us, we'll be your game masters! Aside from us two, our team consists of two other great world-builders that will help us make sure that you're in for a whole lot of fun.
Before I let you see the group page, it's important to note that we hope to offer a lovely group with writers that are just as passionate about writing as we are. We hope you share that passion. The main idea of this roleplay is that it will take place on discord, is third person and paragraph to multi-paragraph.
The setting is a college town where a zombie apocalypse has just started.
Excited yet? So are we, so without further ado I present to you our group page.
https://www.rprepository.com/g/Etymology
On the page, you'll be able to read more about the roleplay. If you read all the information and think this might be up your alley, we'll be more than happy to welcome you in our discord server (which is linked on our group page).
If you'd happen to have any questions, please feel free to message me and I'll try my best to answer them.
We hope to see you soon!
Kind regards
Syl
No magic at all.
Modern
More combat than not. The setting may be at war, and the characters will likely get involved whether or not they seek it out.
Romance isn't outright desired, but can happen if we decide the characters are perfect for each other. The romance won't be important to the overall plot.
Details: Freeform, adjustable length posts, long-term RP partner preferred. Will be played with a large group of players.
Current situation regarding the main town this roleplay is set in:
The smoke of the explosion still filled the air that morning. It clouded the vision of many like the fear and the dread in their hearts clouded their very existence.
The screams had ended at 4 in the morning, after that no sound had filled the air but the soft crackling of fire here and there and the songs of birds in the trees.
Troupes of soldiers had left as soon as the screams ended, abandoning the sites of explosions and moving on. They had walked down the road and followed it out of the town.
For a moment, the hope of morning and a new day had been victorious as it seemed that the departure of the soldiers marked a beginning of peace. The people of Clarey had won, at least those that had survived.
Little did they know that the soldiers hadn't left with the intend to bring back peace. Little did they know that the soldiers had in fact, given up on saving the town they so loved entirely.
One would think that was bad enough but no, the soldiers were replaced by something else. Something far more vicious. Bullets and gunfire, even explosions were nothing compared to the spreading virus and the sight that filled the gaze once the sun rised was a sight that had many wishing they'd been shot.
A single one made it's way through first, stumbling out of the smoke on the street like a phoenix rising from it's ashes.
It was nothing majestic, no... Instead it was terrifying and sickening, it's skin hanging over it's bones and it making an awful, bone cutting sound.
Producing something between a growl and a snarl, the humanoid figure stumbled on. Soon, the smoke began to clear and more of them were seen, flocking together with the first as if led by it. They all stumbled just as much as the first had, some appearing female while others male.
Although their movement was slow and manufactured as if someone controlled the strings of these puppets, the sight of them alone was enough to send shivers and chills down someone's spine.
As they made their way over the road, the horde, consisting of about twelve of these creatures, found itself near the campus of Clarey college without a human in sight
The smoke of the explosion still filled the air that morning. It clouded the vision of many like the fear and the dread in their hearts clouded their very existence.
The screams had ended at 4 in the morning, after that no sound had filled the air but the soft crackling of fire here and there and the songs of birds in the trees.
Troupes of soldiers had left as soon as the screams ended, abandoning the sites of explosions and moving on. They had walked down the road and followed it out of the town.
For a moment, the hope of morning and a new day had been victorious as it seemed that the departure of the soldiers marked a beginning of peace. The people of Clarey had won, at least those that had survived.
Little did they know that the soldiers hadn't left with the intend to bring back peace. Little did they know that the soldiers had in fact, given up on saving the town they so loved entirely.
One would think that was bad enough but no, the soldiers were replaced by something else. Something far more vicious. Bullets and gunfire, even explosions were nothing compared to the spreading virus and the sight that filled the gaze once the sun rised was a sight that had many wishing they'd been shot.
A single one made it's way through first, stumbling out of the smoke on the street like a phoenix rising from it's ashes.
It was nothing majestic, no... Instead it was terrifying and sickening, it's skin hanging over it's bones and it making an awful, bone cutting sound.
Producing something between a growl and a snarl, the humanoid figure stumbled on. Soon, the smoke began to clear and more of them were seen, flocking together with the first as if led by it. They all stumbled just as much as the first had, some appearing female while others male.
Although their movement was slow and manufactured as if someone controlled the strings of these puppets, the sight of them alone was enough to send shivers and chills down someone's spine.
As they made their way over the road, the horde, consisting of about twelve of these creatures, found itself near the campus of Clarey college without a human in sight
Chapter two: Revival
The sun seemed to slowly but steadily sink towards the earth as the night fell. It took the light and it's warmth with it, leaving nothing behind but chilly air underneath a pink sky. The pink was deep and dark, as if colored by the blood that had splattered on walls and floors that day. The moon was visible amidst it, surrounded by a few clouds that seemed to try and comfort it after the horrors it had to witness. Everything about the sight seemed to tell the people of Clarey that this was no ordinary night, and the chill felt almost like freezing even though the summer hadn't officially ended.
Streets became quiet as a lot of the survivors found their way inside of buildings. Some returned home while others tried to seek the safest location and they placed bets on any buildings that had a lot of doors they were able to lock and didn't have a lot of windows. Others even hid in public bathrooms, choosing the stall that was reserved for the disabled and turning it into their own miniature bunker. Lights were turned off indoors if they were visible beyond curtains and sounds faded in the distance. The town came to a halt, as if someone had grabbed a remote and pressed pause. Soon, little sign of the living was seen except for a few that remained outdoors. Those were either utter fools or perhaps, if they were lucky they were smart enough to know what they were doing.
While the temperature experienced a strong drop along with the hope of survivors, other things seemed to rise. One of them was panic amongst the town's people now that the first zombies had been seen, the others were the bodies of those that had fallen or fought a losing battle. Eyes that had been deemed to be closed forever were now opening with all life sucked out of them, as if someone had placed a blurry filter over their iris. Movements were wooden and slow, no energy remaining in the flesh of the ones that slowly stood up from their resting place.
Those that had been bitten that very morning went from bad to worse, their fevers reaching a point of no return as they met their own demise. After that, they too opened their eyes and slowly stood up. More would come to stand as time progressed, rising over night and resurrected as walkers. None were left dead except for those that had bullets in their brain and those who's heads had been severed. Others walked and were doomed to live a life of walking until a weapon ended their sickening afterlife. Until then, they'd only have a single goal. Food, or more specifically the flesh of the fresh and the living.
The bodies of the deceased, some with bullets draining their vessels, stood in a collective army of undead that was spreaded over town and for a moment, neither of them moved besides tilting their head upwards and staring at the sky. For a minute it seemed like that was all they would do but soon, their heads snapped back to their usual position and they started walking, albeit slowly. Each one of them wandered around, some of them finding others and joining them as they formed small hordes before they proceeded to wander aimlessly.
Where the leader of the horde would walk, others would follow and while initially, most hordes consisted of no more than 4 or 5 zombies, they soon grew in numbers until a few of them had twenty if not more. It was a terrible and fright inducing sight that made it clear that Clarey town was lost. It wasn't safe anymore and people would best remain indoors. At least they would if they were aware of it, which most weren't yet... Only one thing was clear as the first newly turned attacked the living here and there: Those that weren't aware yet would soon learn. There was no chance of escaping now.
The sun seemed to slowly but steadily sink towards the earth as the night fell. It took the light and it's warmth with it, leaving nothing behind but chilly air underneath a pink sky. The pink was deep and dark, as if colored by the blood that had splattered on walls and floors that day. The moon was visible amidst it, surrounded by a few clouds that seemed to try and comfort it after the horrors it had to witness. Everything about the sight seemed to tell the people of Clarey that this was no ordinary night, and the chill felt almost like freezing even though the summer hadn't officially ended.
Streets became quiet as a lot of the survivors found their way inside of buildings. Some returned home while others tried to seek the safest location and they placed bets on any buildings that had a lot of doors they were able to lock and didn't have a lot of windows. Others even hid in public bathrooms, choosing the stall that was reserved for the disabled and turning it into their own miniature bunker. Lights were turned off indoors if they were visible beyond curtains and sounds faded in the distance. The town came to a halt, as if someone had grabbed a remote and pressed pause. Soon, little sign of the living was seen except for a few that remained outdoors. Those were either utter fools or perhaps, if they were lucky they were smart enough to know what they were doing.
While the temperature experienced a strong drop along with the hope of survivors, other things seemed to rise. One of them was panic amongst the town's people now that the first zombies had been seen, the others were the bodies of those that had fallen or fought a losing battle. Eyes that had been deemed to be closed forever were now opening with all life sucked out of them, as if someone had placed a blurry filter over their iris. Movements were wooden and slow, no energy remaining in the flesh of the ones that slowly stood up from their resting place.
Those that had been bitten that very morning went from bad to worse, their fevers reaching a point of no return as they met their own demise. After that, they too opened their eyes and slowly stood up. More would come to stand as time progressed, rising over night and resurrected as walkers. None were left dead except for those that had bullets in their brain and those who's heads had been severed. Others walked and were doomed to live a life of walking until a weapon ended their sickening afterlife. Until then, they'd only have a single goal. Food, or more specifically the flesh of the fresh and the living.
The bodies of the deceased, some with bullets draining their vessels, stood in a collective army of undead that was spreaded over town and for a moment, neither of them moved besides tilting their head upwards and staring at the sky. For a minute it seemed like that was all they would do but soon, their heads snapped back to their usual position and they started walking, albeit slowly. Each one of them wandered around, some of them finding others and joining them as they formed small hordes before they proceeded to wander aimlessly.
Where the leader of the horde would walk, others would follow and while initially, most hordes consisted of no more than 4 or 5 zombies, they soon grew in numbers until a few of them had twenty if not more. It was a terrible and fright inducing sight that made it clear that Clarey town was lost. It wasn't safe anymore and people would best remain indoors. At least they would if they were aware of it, which most weren't yet... Only one thing was clear as the first newly turned attacked the living here and there: Those that weren't aware yet would soon learn. There was no chance of escaping now.
Day Two
The first rays of light appeared on the horizon and stroked the grass where they fell, moving up and climbing some of the bushes that surrounded it as well as some of the stone of buildings that still stood tall and proudly. It filled up the holes in the walls of others, those that had been damaged by the explosions in the days before. Climbing higher, it met the trees, casting them in sunlight with the promised hope of a new day.
Where it once greeted critters that made it's way through the forest and students that brushed the sleep out of their eyes on their way to work, it now greeted moving bodies that seemed to drag themselves along. At first glance, it was almost similar to what those students that headed to their morning lectures had looked like, but the reality was far more gruesome.
Blood splattered over clothing, jaws unhinged or gaping holes in their faces. Bullet holes all over their body, pieces of flesh that didn't belong to them hanging from their mouths. Some of them older, slowly rotting. More of them fresher and looking nearly alive, if it weren't for the dullness in their eyes. If it weren't for the spark that had vanished within them.
Those that were fresher were horribly familiar. A brother, a sister, an aunt or an uncle. A daughter or a son, a father or a mother. A best friend, a lover, a companion or a teammate. They all walked and roamed in a similar way, their heads turning towards sound and their empty eyes scanning their surroundings before they lifted their chin up and smelled the air in a desperate search for their only drive: food.
Stores were raided, windows were broken and doors were kicked in. Personal belongings were scattered through the halls of buildings where the lights flickered on the ceiling. A town that had seemed to be able to return back to normal a mere twenty-four hours before when the army had packed their bags now looked like a battlefield. It was the home of war and pain, and this was a war against the unknown that would prove to be hard to win.
The worst part was that every fallen soldier in one of the teams would simply add onto the other, and as things stood there seemed to be only two teams: the living and the dead. If there was ever a time where the oddest of teams would form and decide to work together, that time was now. And even then... there was diversity.
The first rays of light appeared on the horizon and stroked the grass where they fell, moving up and climbing some of the bushes that surrounded it as well as some of the stone of buildings that still stood tall and proudly. It filled up the holes in the walls of others, those that had been damaged by the explosions in the days before. Climbing higher, it met the trees, casting them in sunlight with the promised hope of a new day.
Where it once greeted critters that made it's way through the forest and students that brushed the sleep out of their eyes on their way to work, it now greeted moving bodies that seemed to drag themselves along. At first glance, it was almost similar to what those students that headed to their morning lectures had looked like, but the reality was far more gruesome.
Blood splattered over clothing, jaws unhinged or gaping holes in their faces. Bullet holes all over their body, pieces of flesh that didn't belong to them hanging from their mouths. Some of them older, slowly rotting. More of them fresher and looking nearly alive, if it weren't for the dullness in their eyes. If it weren't for the spark that had vanished within them.
Those that were fresher were horribly familiar. A brother, a sister, an aunt or an uncle. A daughter or a son, a father or a mother. A best friend, a lover, a companion or a teammate. They all walked and roamed in a similar way, their heads turning towards sound and their empty eyes scanning their surroundings before they lifted their chin up and smelled the air in a desperate search for their only drive: food.
Stores were raided, windows were broken and doors were kicked in. Personal belongings were scattered through the halls of buildings where the lights flickered on the ceiling. A town that had seemed to be able to return back to normal a mere twenty-four hours before when the army had packed their bags now looked like a battlefield. It was the home of war and pain, and this was a war against the unknown that would prove to be hard to win.
The worst part was that every fallen soldier in one of the teams would simply add onto the other, and as things stood there seemed to be only two teams: the living and the dead. If there was ever a time where the oddest of teams would form and decide to work together, that time was now. And even then... there was diversity.
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