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And so the infection began.

((Que? Is there any detail? Any story? I loathe to be the bearer of bad news, but if people don’t have information about the subject, they won’t be drawn to it...a bit of helpful advice, no ill will intended.))

Aaron Pyrosian wrote:
((Que? Is there any detail? Any story? I loathe to be the bearer of bad news, but if people don’t have information about the subject, they won’t be drawn to it...a bit of helpful advice, no ill will intended.))

Yes, im new to making pages but I got two people who are in, the RP starts on the FIND RP page. I am not too sure how this all works yet

((Basically, you put something on find rp, and when enough people (or any people) respond, you move it over here and inform them.))

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Craden Tarson wrote:
Aaron Pyrosian wrote:
((Que? Is there any detail? Any story? I loathe to be the bearer of bad news, but if people don’t have information about the subject, they won’t be drawn to it...a bit of helpful advice, no ill will intended.))

Yes, im new to making pages but I got two people who are in, the RP starts on the FIND RP page. I am not too sure how this all works yet

Oh, I see; apologies if I came off a little harsh. I was trying to figure out the story, which wasn’t really explained.))

Aaron Pyrosian wrote:
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Craden Tarson wrote:
Aaron Pyrosian wrote:
((Que? Is there any detail? Any story? I loathe to be the bearer of bad news, but if people don’t have information about the subject, they won’t be drawn to it...a bit of helpful advice, no ill will intended.))

Yes, im new to making pages but I got two people who are in, the RP starts on the FIND RP page. I am not too sure how this all works yet

Oh, I see; apologies if I came off a little harsh. I was trying to figure out the story, which wasn’t really explained.))


S'all good :D basically everyone starts as a zombie and progresses in infection and becomes a special infected based on their characters strongest defining traits

((Not sure what that would be for this char.))

((This one, tho...))

IN the city of Greenhaven life moved along as usual. The city's population of twenty-two thousand was contained in a valley between two mountains. The north and east sides were closed in by the rocky terrain and high slopes of the mountain while the western part was a deep forest that spread off into the seldom explored wilderness. To the south lay a vast lake with a single bridge that made up IH-82 and was consequently the only way in or out of town. Cars zipped by along the roads carrying people to and from their destinations. Children were in school, learning to take part in their society or passing notes and ignoring lessons. Road workers were busy repairing the bridge out of town as part of it's decade maintenance. People did their job sand life was good. For two citizens of this lovely town though life had been tragically cut short.

All things die and these to were no exception. But what was exceptional is they, like several others scattered around the town would not remain this way for long. A man wearing a non descript gray suit with a brief case happened upon these two and to each was done the same thing. He set down his brief case before opening it up and withdrawing a syringe and a different coloured vial. With a snap of his gloves the needle was pushed into their brain stems and the mystery cocktail was injected once done he packed up and was on his way again to continue his work.

Hours passed by as the mystery fluid did it's work. Cold bodies began to warm slightly as their nerves were fired up. Internal organs and systems were changed and rearranged. Their ingrained habits, smoking, drinking, drug usage, workout styles, and stressors were searched and what they tended to do more often then not was intensified. These aspects would begin to mutate and take on a life of their own. In the brain the mystery liquid rearranged their brain chemistry and make up, all but the most powerful and ingrained memories were erased, morals were disposed and anything that would not benefit survival was done away with. These batches, unlike the others given out though, kept something the mindless ones did not. Creativity.

When they opened their eyes again who they were would be gone. But the basics that made that person would live on along side something they had never known to this degree before. Hunger.

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