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Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

Marie Massacre said Lieutenant Colonel Elliana Hawke slammed her back against the wall of one of the buildings. Her hand gun in her hand, her rifle slung onher shoulder. She was panting softly. She took a peek out from behind the wall. They were still following her. She growled softly. She had to find somewhere to go. Somewhere that wasn't easily accessible. She needed to know that she could get in and those bastards couldn't. She groaned, taking out some splunking gear. The spikes would surely be able to penetrate the walls of the building. She used the equipment to climb up the side of a building that had been abandoned. It had been locked down. Metal doors, and barred windows. She had hit the jackpot. But she'd have to slimb to the top. And that would certainly be no easy task. But her upper body, and core strength was nothing to be poked fun at. She was incredibly strong. She made it to the roof of the building. Sweat covering her skin. She was wearing her Army uniform still, but the top was taken off. Leaving her with her bottoms and a tee shirt. Along with the multitude of weapons she carried on her. She took up a good prone position on the roof, using the rfile that had been slung on her shoulder. Trying to steady her breathing to get a good shot. Hearing someone yell in German Truppfhrer Katja Himmel quickly made her way to where Jrgen and Gnter were slaughtering more Americans. As far as anyone knew, she was still SS. She still wore their uniforms. So maybe joining them would be the smartest decision she could make. Reichsfhrer! Katja yelled. She had made sure to get roughed up a little in her last fight, just in case something like this should happen. Americans. They are everywhere... She had always been good at getting what she wanted. She was wearing her uniform bottoms, but her jacket had been ripped off of her. And her shirt was ripped up. Exposing some of her chest, and some of her toned stomach. She had a bloody lip, and a bruise on her cheek. She wasn't used to having to work for what she wanted. And she hoped she wouldn't have to now. Her pants hugging the curves of her ample backside. She knew she could get what she wanted either way. She just didn't want to be on her own anymore. Click to expand... Upon Katja's call the SS convoy was stopped, Jrgen was quick to stand in the kubelwagen and glare down upon Katja. He didnt recognise her after all he only knew a few of his soldiers by name. Where is your squad child?!.. Jrgen yelled in response, Katja's appearance obviously showed defeat and defeat to the americans was something Jrgen dispised. He had shot men for retreating from the enemy in the past. With word of possible american threats in the area the soldiers began to exit the half tracks and form a parimiter around the convoy. Gnter how ever remained behind the wheel of the kubelwagen just incase while he watched Katja like a hawk. Unlike his mater Gnter could be easilly persuaded by an attractive women though he knew such actions would come with a hefty price.
Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

There were many Americans. And then upon taking out the Americans the zombies were upon us, we had no chance sir, Katja said softly. I barely made it out with me life. A few moments longer and I would've joined my men in their open grave. Katja looked over at Gnter, her eyes making an attempt to persuade him to help her out. Her long blonde hair had been torn from it's usual tight bun, falling round her shoulders. Covering in blood. She then looked back at Jrgen. She was good at getting what she wanted. And she always made it a point to get it by whatever means necessary. She bit her lip lightly, cringing as she did so. Forgetting she'd busted her lip in the previous fight.
Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

The dark haired girl screamed, loudly. She was finally back home, but things weren't better. She was tired of zombies! And even more tired of the damned Germans. Why was she getting dirty? Why was she laying on the floor of a dusty and slightly dirty porch, trying not to be seen? Well, the questions were easy. The girls she'd gone over to Europe with were dead, and the soldiers that had transferred her back to the states were gone. She wasn't supposed to be fighting for her life, she was too pretty. She was supposed to be getting engaged to a soldier and getting married so that she could spend her life helping him have a better life. But that's not what she got. Instead, she got dirt on her nails, and her favorite shorts were lightly torn. The zombies were coming her way, and she couldn't help being scared. The French Catholic girl prayed to her God as she pushed herself to her feet, to stand in her high fashionable heels. Then, she wheeled around and ran for it, her black hair waving slightly from the places it had popped out of it's style.
Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

Fear coursed through Katja's veins as he pointed the pistol at her head. But she would've accepted her fate. It was surely better then becoming on of those things. When Gnter stepped between them she thanked god for her looks. For they were what had just saved her life. She smiled at him when he haned her the STG 44 and his trench coat. She was rather petite. So the trench coat completely engulfed her little body. So stood roughly 5'3. So the huge trench coat drug the ground. She looked up at him with a soft smile. She signalled for the troops to move out. She led them to where she had lost her squad. The bodies of the Americans were still strewn about, and there were corpses of Germans and zombies scattered amongst them. This is where it happened. We were taking the Americans from the front, and we were suddenly flanked by a horde of zombies. We took out some of them. But most of us were killed.... Katja said softly. Her husband to be had been in her squad with her. She knew he had been killed by the Americans. She was glad she wouldn't have to see him become one of those things.
Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

Thats thirty-four tonight Mikey boy, I think I'm winning. Kenneth's voice was barely audible over the thunder clap shots emitted by the M1 Garands wielded in the pair of men's hands. Another clap resonated through the air, followed by a cursing grumble as the Colonel missed a shot. Still winning. You may be winning Colonel, but is that a gray hair I see? the private jested at his Colonel as he aimed down the iron sight of his rifle, trying to get a beat on a stumbling zombie. If it is, it's from baby-sitting you pansy bastards. Michael chuckled back, blowing the head off another undead walker. I'm going to check the radio feed, Call in for Sanders to get on duty when you see him. The private nodded in understanding, and Kenneth was on his way. He rolled off the stacked boxes, landing on solid concrete some few feet below. Dark combat boots grinded against loose gravel, and the military man made his was into the nearest building, seemingly a reception office. Colonel Kenneth Gladney was the man in charge in Camp Pendleton, at least for now. When he had arrived, almost everybody had been dead, sort of. It hadn't been hard to set up a barrier around the Camp, natural terrain making entry inaccessible for the most part anyway. The rest was covered in barbed wire and other fences. The hard part had been clearing out the people who didn't want to stay dead, and saving those who had managed to dling to life. Now, the rag tag team ran the camp, and broadcasted every day hourly on both long and short range radios, once on every frequency before relinquishing for till the following hour. Sitting down in the wooden chair, Kenneth ran a hand through his short brown hair, a long sigh forcing it's way through his lips. Okay, let's get this over with. Picking up the com, he put it to his lips while adjusting the frequencies of the multiple radios he had connected to the link. Is anyone out there? He mummbled hopelessly, letting the static sit for a moment before speaking again. I repeat, is anyone out there? This is Colonel Kenneth Gladney of the U.S. Marine Corps. Broadcasting live from Camp Pendleton. Does anybody read? Once again the static played out. We offer food, shelter, and protection from the infection. If there is anyone out there, please respond. Static. Michael grunted and through down the com, sitting back in the seat with a tired look. He'd been at this too long, and he felt the time starting to wear on this. Now, just to sit through the static and pray for a miracle. He wondered these days if there was even anyone left.
Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

Gabriella ducked into an old warehouse as she attempted to get away from the two undead that were following her. Germans, zombies, the occasional soldier that hadn't seen a live woman in quite some time. She was running a lot those days. When she heard the sound of someone over a radio, the singer's head shot up and she looked around the warehouse. Three desks, twenty something boxes, it was too much to look through, until she caught the direction the voice came from. She rushed to a desk and started to rifle through boxes first. Papers, papers, papers. Nothing there. Then, she started pulling on drawers. There it was! The com radio, the same type she'd seen so many times during her travels. He- Hello? This is Gabriella Dumas.. I'm... I don't know where I am. She said. But I can follow directions. She blinked. What was she supposed to say. Is anyone there?
Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

Elliana's ears barely picked up a staticy broadcast from Camp Pendleton. She was only about 2 miles away Pendleton. But she highly doubted she could make it there even if she she wanted to. She was rapidly running out of ammunition for all of her weapons. And she had severely injured her right leg while running from that last horde of zombies. She she knew it had to be worth a try. She pulled out her radio. Colonel Gladney. This is Lieutenant Colonel Elliana Hawke of the U.S. Army. I'm about about two miles out of Pendleton. But I'm running low on ammunition and injured. I mananged to get to safety on a roof. But even abuilding won't hold long. I'm low on rations. I can try and make it to your position, over! Elliana said. She would then just wait on a response. Killing zombies while she waited.
Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

The Colonel stared at the radio in utter disbelief. He had known that the coast was gradually getting filled, but as far as he had seen they were being wiped out upon landing. Now though, not just one, but two return broadcasts were coming in, and one of them a soldier no less. Shock was overcoming the officer, and it took him several moments before he realized he needed to do something. Shouting orders, Kenneth got the whole camp moving. Their only infantry vehicle was being prepped, and several people were loading into it. Picking the com back up, Kenneth opened the radio up to hit all frequencies at one. This is Colonel Gladney I read the both of you loud and clear. Lt. Colonel, I'm sending a small convoy you're way. If you can keep to the open streets it won't be hard to find you, over. His voice was almost shaking with utter excitement, and he was leaning so far in his seat he might as well have been standing. Ms. Dumas, I'm going to need a little more out of you than that. Are you near the beach? This is a beach side military base and if I can get more of a beat on your whereabouts, over. Between speaking into the radio, Kenneth was shouting orders out to his soldiers and subordinates.
Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

Gnter followed Katja with half of the Jrgen's SS troop. The soldiers marched their way through the blood and mud insearch for more americans to slaughter. Gnter's eyes scanning the horizon for enemies but for now he saw nothing. Where are the yankys?.. He questioned, slightly angry. After all he would hate to be wasting time and knew Jrgen wouldnt be happy unless he brought back 5 or 6 US dogtags. With his STG held firmly Gnter pushed past Katja, taking the lead he began to approach the woods to the north. He had known US troops to hide in woods back in Italy and had witnessed ambushes on italian tanks by US airbourne hidden in the trees. There is noone here?!.. He growled as he turned back to face Katja, though he was quick to turn back and face the woods as a blood curdling scream echoed from the darkness deep in the woodland. We should leave now... Gnter's tone now more passive as he slowly began to walk backwards towards Katja as he saw numerous figures emerge from the trees, staggering, crawling, grunting and growling a mixed batch of American and German dead soldiers were drawn to Gnter's shouting. The hoard grew larger by each second and soon began to appear to the left and right, rain then began to fall from the sky making the allready muddy terrain even harder to traverse. EVERYONE BACK TO THE CONVOY!.. Gnter yelled once more as he ordered the retreat, knowing full well he and the hand full of men he had couldnt stand against the growing hoard. Herr Reichsfhrer, we have intercepted an American radio broadcast.. Yelled an SS communications officer from the middle Halftrack. Jrgen was quick to run to the Halftrack, keen to listen in on the Americans. As the rain began to fall those at the convoy were unaware of the trouble their comrades were in aswell as the trouble themselves were in as the sounds of their vehicle's engines and all the commotion had caught the attention of other nearby undead who were slowly advancing on Jrgen's posistion. As he climbed into the back of the halftrack Jrgen was snatched the receiver from his comms officer and listened contently to Colonel Kenneth Gladney's broadcast whilst his eyes scanned a nearby map for the location of Camp Pendleton, though he soon heard a voice that he recognised and despised. -- -- -- This is Dr. Christian Schenck of the 1st Wehrmacht medical corp!... Your posistion is no longer safe, your broadcast has most likely been intercepted by hostile German forces... I beg of you to bring all survivors to the 1st Wehrmacht Medical Camp 44 miles east of your current posistion!.. Only the Wehrmacht can keep you safe from the SS! You have my word and the word of our Fhrer Herr Kreiger that you will not be harmed! The Wehrmacht has ceased all millitary opperations against the Americans to focus their efforts on the infected!... Prof. Dr. Christian Schenck had also intercepted Colonel Kenneth Gladney's broadcast. Now sat in the camps communications tent he awaited a response from the americans.
Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

Gabriella was looking around, trying to figure out where she was. She wished that her parents had been better with directions, and would have taught her the same. She stuck her head quickly out of the big doors of the warehouse and realized two things. Yes, she was by a beach and... The doors she'd just looked out of weren't the biggest ones there. She was in an airplane hanger! How had she not noticed that? Maybe because there wasn't an airplane occupying it? She rushed back to the radio and spoke quickly. Yes, I'm by the beach, in a hanger. She told the voice over the radio, just before another came over, German, telling them that the frequency might have been intercepted. She gasped and fell back against another desk. She couldn't stick around, and she wasn't sure she'd accept that German's words that they would be safe. It was likely he was just trying to get them there to kill them. She'd survived so long on her own, she wasn't willing to just walk into a trap.
Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

Kenneth had been expecting to hear one of the two first recievers respond to him first, so his shock heightened moreso when a third party came in over the radio. A nazi no less, a medical nazi. Seemed almost like a contradiction. Kenneth had heard that the general army of Germany had been attempting to help Americans, and focus their hostilities towards the outbreak. The SS however did not feel that way, and that was reason enough for the man not to trust any german. He had been in enough of the war to know that germans could never be a real ally to him. His attention was averted by Private Michael at the door, holding two military grade machine guns in his hand. He threw Kenneth the more run and gun of the two, an M1 Thompson, or the Tommy Gun as it was often referred to. It had obviously been modified, the stick magazine being replaced with the much more effective drum mag, along with other small alterations all fitted specifically for the colonel. Sitting back down, the military officer scowled at the radio before picking up the com once more. I read you Gabriella. He paused, thinking over his words a bit. I'll be heading your way myself. Lt. Colonel, we have an infantry vehicle heading out to get you as we speak. Another pause. And you... Mr. Nazi. Fuck you! He dropped the com back down, and began to make his was out the building, Orivate Michael following close behind him. The large jeep was being led out the gates as he finished taking stock on his person. Only himself and his private would be going, as there wasn't much need for more. It would only slow them down. Perhaps fifteen minutes later, the Colonel and partner were led out the gates, multiple undead being picked off by mounted rifleman along the fence. The path was clear, and it wasn't long before the shifting sand was under their feet as they treaded down the beach. Kenneth knew the airplane hangar of which Gabriella spoke. It wasn't an extensive journey, but it would take a bit of time to get to them if they wanted to be discreet.
Thread: CX-43: The True Final Solution! (Group WWII Zombie RP)

Gabriella was relieved by the man's response to all of the feeds she'd heard. He was coming to get her personally, that made her feel quite a bit safer, he was sending someone for the Lieutenant Colonel, and he'd told the Nazi off. It felt like a good end. So, the woman, always a lady, thank you very much, went ahead and worked to make herself look good. She couldn't be picked up by a man, or more than one, looking like anything but an attractive, put together young woman. Luckily for her, shiny surfaces were in every desk, metal clipboards. She took the paper off of one and propped it on a box. Then, she hurried to arrange her hair, releasing it from it's binding, patting some down, running her fingers through it, curling the ends with her fingers. By the time she was done, she had her long black hair looking nearly perfect. Next she scratched a fingernail over her lips to bring the blood to the surface, and pinched at her cheeks. She couldn't look like a vampire either. No make-up just wasn't an excuse! By the time she was done with all that, and had fixed her clothes, plenty of time had passed and she expected to see the Colonel coming for her any minute there.
Thread: a new world mass rp

okay So in other words i'm still human and the plot is that I'm in a other world where I'm not even real like a werewolf and other things?
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lol if you are human yes its the complete opposite of this world
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ZombieAddict said lol if you are human yes its the complete opposite of this world Click to expand... Hmm that sounds like fun. Me in some cave and and all powerful human as were wolfs and vampires get a long and look for myths. lol
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lol yep i jsut need enough people interested to start it up
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Well you got one here. But if you want we can do something one on one. pm me if you want to
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bummmmp
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I wouldn't mine playing in this, but I'd like to be a villain! Some character of power, perhaps we could discuss this position more in PM so we get a better idea of each other, a group RP would be awsome Awesome
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I want to be human too
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Sure pm me Dead and thats great Dkd just maybe another 1 or 2 people intersted and ill start it
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started it
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HEY I would love to play....sounds pretty cool. Also, I would be a human normally and a werewolf in the otherworld
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Sounds good
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I was wondering if I could be a demon that is a ghost that good at find info and both slide are trying to this people to work with them so this person spend most of it time hide
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That would be great would you like to work with my character who is queen or would you like to have your own thing going in the rp?
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I could be captured after so many years and forced to work for the queen
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that sounds good
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I guess make a start and you capture me.
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Hey, mind if I hop in on this? I could be a human, a plain human with a few tricks up his sleeve.
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awesome hop right on in ill wait till you post and them answer
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The rp was discontinued due to mutiple people posting replys that were random or did not portain to what i posted. I seriously gave up on what could have been a good rp.
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NOOOOOOOOO!!! Don't end it, PLEASE! It's a really good idea! Don't let a few peeps ruin it! puppy dog eyes pweeeease.
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i posted the request thread again you can still be in it just post your character info in the request thread please.
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Yes! Score one for puppy-dog eyes. I'll post it up right now
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Thank you kindly
Thread: A Book Called Love.

King Dea M Smith Some Times War calls for things that No one will ever understand. As kingdoms fall and others gain power one finds away to keep her land and her people free of this war. But soon after this one the kingdom was being taken over and the queen made an agreement with the soon to be king that her youngest daughter who isn't married yet to his oldest son. That older son was Dea and he was become a man and soon king at the age of twenty. Her daughter was 14 but that was to young for him So when she became 16 she was moved to his castle. But Things Did not tune out will. some thought it was funny others just didn't care. As time went on they fight and yell. This would be more of a struggle between them they fight and bicker with one another. As if they were wed lock already as he didn't mind it. Dea had his room and she had hers. But sometimes he wished for her to come to his bed on cold nights and he sighed only to yell and fight with her but one day She is going to love him like he dose. In his castle of light It was something only a true king can live and it was his home as he came walking down the halls to his soon to be queen and lover as he did mind her ways. talking to his people. others and some of his knights as he loved to. It was his way of life but at night it was only about him and her,. One Night Dea had it. He went to his Rosella to see her and walked in his blue eyes looking at her as he was about to yell only to see her a sleep as he sighed and smiled. he was going to do something to make her made as he went over and lean into her bed and blow in her ear. Hay wake up lovley one he said as he blow in her ear again as he was rubbing her leg up to her hips as he was having a good time with this knowing she will get mad but he loved that part about her.