| [ZombieWorld] Anybody out there? |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|03:34 pm]
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Figured I would poke around. I had an idea to reignite this community, especially as October is fast approaching and there should always be love for zombies.
Folks up for it? |
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[Jul. 4th, 2006|01:10 pm]
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Thank You So Much
Thanks for allowing me to be a part of this community. i'll do my best to be both zombirific and zombilicious. i've been undead since march and i've written about my experiences and i'll continue to do so.
thanks again
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| Moving on... |
[Nov. 3rd, 2005|10:18 am]
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It has been sometime ago from the "execution". Even though, I still feel more than responsible for it, I have moved on. Hoping that the girl was in a better place. Perhaps, she was when she "rose from the dead". I never wore that tainted shirt again.
It was a quiet evening like usual, I was cooking my food on a propaine grill. I learned to do so when the power was cut off. Recently, I had gotten into a fight with Charmant about a habit that I have adopted a while ago. Smoking... What wonders it does to the nerves. Apparently, I'm not the girl he first met. Times have changed, people have certainly "changed", and my nerves have inevitably turned for the worst. Although, I promised that I quit, its kind of hard to do so. The harsh sizzling noise interupted my thoughts as water overflowed from the can to the hot metal. Getting up, I quickly put the gloves on and took out the can which I was cooking out of. Although the smell of it was faint, it was certainly better than the smell of rotten flesh that I still haven't gotten used to. Without much thought, I stuck the fork in the can and ate greedily. It was very rare that I ate food. Usually I'm on high alert for those... things. The sweet vegetables were dancing in my mouth as I didn't even notice something... Something very dangerous.
I think that day, none of us noticed it. We were all too used to our comfort zone. It all started with one thing... Then it was more than one. I was too busy gathering my personal items and necessities, it was too late to fight back. We were being evacuated from our own house. Those things were overrunning us. It was terrible. All I could do was evade them while having a bag on my back. Why? Why did they happen to want OUR home? Their flesh hanging from their face, limbs, and torsoes. Their rotten lips earning for a "hot meal" of the town. Their greedy hands outstretched in anticipation. I felt like the weakest of souls as I retreated from my own fortress. That night, we were all huddled in a car. Gasoline tanks in the bed of the pick-up gently swaying from the soft turns of the car along with other items. Those that we couldn't save, we had to eventually steal. Not a word was spoken from either of us. John would run over the things when he could. Simply doing a community service so none of those things would get to someone. As we were looking for a new home. Although a small drop of hope luminated my mind. As I saw lights within a few of the houses. An ocassional person on the roof. But it was a rare thing to see. My head leaned on the window as we went to a new and unknown area of houses. Maybe it was for the best. |
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| [OOC] The upcoming RPG |
[Oct. 20th, 2005|09:57 pm]
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Looks that though we did not have a majority respond, those that did were more than interested in trying out my offer. Because of that I have been doing alot of reading and designing of the upcoming armageddon to come. Tenatively I plan on sending out a post October 30th as the kick off of the game.
So, what I need from the players:
1) Contemplate your characters. If you choose to play yourselves I am not going to disallow it, but please do not become a raving lunatic if something happens to you during the course of story. If you chose to create a persona, please insure that it conforms to the rules on the info page.
Once you have a general idea, please post a brief bio of your "character." Describe what he/she did before the end of the world, what skills and interests he/she has and where they live.
2) Please post out of character regarding your interests in zombies, zombie fiction and movies. Also tell me a bit about yourself and how dark you like your horror.
I am not going to give anyone prior knowledge of what is to come. I may drop teasers, but they will be here on the community list. That way everyone is on the same playing field.
Alright, I am fatigued and sleep calls.
Night all,
~Ray
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| [OOC] As we near Halloween... |
[Oct. 16th, 2005|08:38 pm]
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Hey gang,
Figured I would drop a line, offering greetings to all, those who have been here towards the beginning and those who have joined us later. Zombieworld was inspired after the release of Romero's Land of the Dead and the fun spirit of Zombienet.
Well, it took off for a bit and then slumped. So, to breath life into the ole girl, I thought about the following:
Making Zombieworld an LJ RPG experience. I would start a timeline of events and mediate a "Story" in which members could actively participate. If folks are interested in this idea, please let me know.
For general information, I have been a storyteller for over twenty years and have done massive online roleplaying scenes for up to twenty people. It would require some player participation and motivation, but I believe it could be a fun experience for all.
Now, this said, I want to also reassure those who joined for the sake of personal story posting. You could continue to do so, as the inspiration strikes you, but it would need to conform to the timeline of events shaping the overall story.
So, once again, please voice your interest, one way or another and we will see what the general membership desires. If you do not wish to voice your opinion openly, you may always send an email to the listmod email address on the information page.
Thank you,
Ray
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| To Whom It Disconcerts |
[Sep. 14th, 2005|09:06 am]
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Human beings can adapt to anything. This is something I never gave much credence to. While CNN and the newspaper and every other sensational news source did its damdest to impress a measure of tragedy and despair from the disasters of the day it never really hits home. I guess it’s difficult to really commit to caring about much of anything when you're being told how to feel by a screen while sipping a cup of coffee before work.
Things are different now of course. The hum of dull moans and the drunken clip clop of corpse-feet don’t have to encourage to many to care. Such does a fine job all on its own. Today you have to bring hell to the people's doorstep to get the point across.
And Hell has certainly come home.
I won't dwell on speculation or my own personal beliefs with regard to what's happening. It does no good and besides, I'm wasting enough time trying to comfort myself by typing this when I should be out looking for food or securing that damn back panel again.
They’re so slow and because of such many take their safety for granted. They have a terrible tendency to clamor their way up around you, bringing their cold and hungry friends with them.
The worst part is being alone with them as I have been for some time now. It's easy to try and personify them back into something that has rationale. When one of them manages to get in and up close however, that sanity also comes crashing down.
There was a twilight zone episode I saw some time back where a man who loved to read finally found a world full of nothing but time and books. He broke his glasses on accident yielding his vision unsuitable for reading. He had it easy.
So here I sit in the old public library with nothing but time, books, this ancient typewriter and my fans outside.
I think it's time I gave them a show. |
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| Contemplations... |
[Sep. 13th, 2005|09:08 am]
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It has been a week since we let the little girl stay with us. After she ate her last meal, it was in a matter of hours that she turned into one of those things. It was sad for that one moment where she sat dead on the floor. My eyes were in a trance of her final moments, her skin turning deathly pale, as sweat beads started to form on her forehead, and her breathing became hollow to the point where she had no breath at all. It left a dead body there sitting, as soon as she became dead, I stepped away from her. The thought of having a corpse inside your house is very eerie. As soon as her eyes opened, a low groan came out of her mouth as she slowly started getting up as she used her bandaged hand for support. After she had gotten up, the hardest thing for me to do was pull out that gun and shoot her. The blood, of course, splattered a bit on the wall and on my shirt. The overwhelming guilt built up inside of me that I immediately took off the shirt that had the innocent blood on it.
It was different when I didn't know the thing before-hand. I didn't have feelings for it, I just shot them to survive. Although, I should say the same for the little girl. I shot her to survive. Same concept. Why do I feel like a monster, though? Those thoughts kept haunting me as I kept looking at the window. My shotgun still beside me, since it was my shift. Right on time, Charmant came down the stairs for his shift. Greeting him with a small smile, I stayed at my spot while he sat next to me. I felt him search my eyes for something for a bit as I stared through the window. Aiming my shotgun at one of those things nearby, waiting to see if it would come near. I didn't want to make any unnecessary kill to attract more of them. Or else it would be one busy night. Good, it turned away. "Don't let the little girl bother you, it was her time," he said out of the blue. It was funny that he knew me after all this time.
I didn't feel like having a conversation, so I just sat there and kept looking at the window. Feeling a hand on my shoulder as he also joined me in watching. Soon I fell asleep and let my body relax. |
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| (Closed) An innocence tainted... |
[Sep. 8th, 2005|09:40 am]
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I have to hurry, those things are coming to get me. Damn it, why can't John shoot straight today? Rushes are not the best thing to do when stocking up on food. Especially when we have picky eaters in our group. Cursing under my breath, I tried to remember everything that we were suppose to pick up. Shuffles could be heard near by the corner of the isle. It made me stop what I was doing and listen. As hard as I could, I tried to separate the shuffling noise from in front of John and, of course, the fire of his gun. Quickly I reached into the bag where my .45 was, searching frantically for my gun. The shuffling noise that I suspected was another thing. No longer was I kneeling instead, I was seated on the ground while pushing myself with my feet to get away from it. Flesh hanging from her (or at least what used to be her) face, bite marks were evident on arms. It practically had no hair, as the scalp was torn off and you could see the skull. The rib cage... Exposed, and from what I can see, she had no legs. It was sad. Dragging its own wait around with only its arms. Amazing, it can still find my location without its eyes, being that they were torn off and probably eaten as well. The low groan coming from its mouth indicated the effort it took to keep up with me.
Shivers were immediately sent through my spine as I continued to search for my gun. At last! The cold metal handle, I can feel it! Pulling out the gun, along with spilling some cans out, I pulled aimed... And nothing. Damn the child safety! The cold fingers already grabbed my boot as I tried to unlock the gun. ~Quick, use the other leg to get it off.~ My mind spoke and only to get a late reactin to my leg as I tried to kick its head. That saved me sometime... It just had to. Aiming again to the head, I shot it. The recoil never ceased to make me jump nor does the sound. The smell of decay was much stronger now that the skull was blasted open. Picking up the cans that I dropped, I couldn't help but get closer and examine the damage closer. Like one of those really bad accidents that you can't help but look at. Maggets were already eating away at the brain. ~Just how the hell does it function that way?~
A louder gun shot was heard along with a sick thump. I felt the cold blood drops on my face, and a bit more of it on my arm. Looking at a corpse, I pushed myself away from it. "You have to be more alert, if I wasn't here that thing would of bit you on the shoulder," he scowled at me. Immediately, I slumped to the ground and realized that I was close to death... Again. But yet, that happens a lot now a days... Especially with this whole... Walking corpse thing.
Crying noises could then be heard from near by. Looking to where the source was, I didn't see anything. The crying was deeper within. Looking back at John, he had also heard it too. Quickly getting up, I searched his face for any sign of a command. Nodding his head to the direction, I went behind him and held my gun out. You have to be ready for any kinds of attacks. The crying noises got louder from behind. "Its a girl," I heard him whisper. "Switch." With that word, he had my back and I got the front.
Indeed it was a little girl. Hugging herself, tear stained face, and messy light brown hair. Fear left me and was quickly replaced with sympathy. "Hey," I tried to greet her calmly. It only resulted in her backing away from me, pressing herself against a wall. That's when I noticed it, she was bitten. She would transform... It was inevitable. "What do I do?" I asked to myself wondering what was the humane thing to do... |
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| G's Last Note (closed) |
[Sep. 1st, 2005|12:00 pm]
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None of you are calling me paranoid now, are you?
Many believed I was over-reacting when I started to stockpile food, ammunition and other goods necessary to hiding away in this tiny apartment of mine. I figure money will grow more and more useless as things get worse, but I still emptied my accounts nonetheless.
So maybe I didn't quite guess what was about to take place. I figured I'd be fighting off the weather and all the strange extremities that accompanied the hurricane that devastated the southern states. I assumed the problems I'd have with other people here in the city would be concerning looting. There was some of that in the beginning, but those "others" out there have thinned down that herd to extinction.
When you first move to the city the most annoying aspect of it is the constant traffic outside your window. No way to turn the volume down. The funny thing is that, when it stops, it drives you crazy. I'm getting away from my point here.
While my supplies have held reasonably well, I'm running out of water. The others in this apartment complex refuse to work together and I heard someone tear off into the night last evening in a car. God only knows where they'll end up.
The "others" out there have some kind of disease, or maybe it's some sort of narcotic craze that has taken root. The Internet, one of the few things that are still working properly, has nothing but rumors and speculation. Most of the government sites, such as CDC are slowly closing, one by one.
I haven't left this apartment for a month.
I've never been much for words so aside from this little entry keeping me sane a bit longer I'll leave some advice for the next poor bastard that has to hole up here or somewhere else out there. I'll be forwarding this to all on my address book, favorite newsgroups and blogs. Consider it closure in case I don't make it.
The cranium. The "others" seem to have some sort of biological resistance to trauma, the exception being the head. When the looters were more common, I would watch gunfire take place. Only extreme damage to the head seems to stop them.
Noise is your enemy. The "others," like normal people, are attracted to familiar sounds. Yelling, crying, gunshots all seem to attract them in droves. Be quiet and stay out of site.
Trust no one. The family upstairs made the mistake of taking pity on a young girl who, lost and separated from her parents, knocked on their door. I awoke to the family's screams a few days later. I haven't heard any intelligible talking up there in weeks. My guess is that little girl had been infected.
This list could go on and on, but I've run out of time. My family has some land out in the desert that was well supplied and hidden. I'm going to take my chances out there. It's dark enough now that I should be able to move a little easier without worry of other people mistaking me for the "others." I would wish you luck, but if I’ve learned anything it’s that luck, as well as any other divine or mystical power has abandoned us to ourselves and this nightmare we’ve let loose.
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| Late night. |
[Sep. 1st, 2005|08:54 am]
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Smoke, its a wonder it hasn't killed me yet. Flicking off the cigarette, I held the gun in my hand tightly. There was no telling when those things would come along and start getting a one up on all of us. They were very interesting though. One bite from them and all of a sudden a human being is doomed to be them. I suppose, its something to do with their saliva. It was something that started with a "s", that was inside them. John had said once that probably that gets transmitted from their saliva into our skin, somehow ends up in our blood stream and slowly kills us. Then of course, your body gets reanimated and you're literally the walking dead.
Its too bad that most of the radio-stations have gone dead. Only a few were on, but due to the lack of information, there were hardly any news. Quite basically, no hope in getting some help. Nor hints on how to kill those things instead of the usual "shoot them in the head." There were other methods, of course, alive, the main things that keep you alive is your spine, heart, and brain. Their hearts don't beat, so that just leaves two things. Somehow, I was able to escape with just hitting one of them in the back of the neck. It was amazing how those things were able to survive such violence directed at their bodies.
A puff of smoke came out of my mouth, funny it calmed me down while I was on the night shift. Of course, the only safe place was the roof, so being a shooter was a good thing. And something you learn fast in order to survive. Shuffling noises were heard below me, the fact that I was on duty completely made me forget to hide the cigarette. The roof door opened to reveal my best friend, Denise. Looking at her, I felt guilty for hiding such a secret. Without any word, she just sat by me with a small gun in her hand. "Somehow, I knew you were too calm for your own good," was all she said. By now, I wasn't going to beg for her not to tell the rest. John was one that did it, too. And can you blame him? You need calm nerves and a clear head in order to face the unspeakable.
Her hand reached my back and patted it. Somehow, I didn't feel that guilty anymore. Shooting a passing thing, I turned from the twitching body and looked back at her. I guess this was the best all of us could do so far. |
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