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Hey, I happen to be one of those people Jebus.
And frankly all the bells and whistles included in Der Riese, especially when it first released were all just a bonus. What I liked about it most is that I didn't feel restricted to just one decent hold out in the map. Aside from Ascension (which is pretty neck and neck for me) Der Riese was the only map I felt I could legitmately hold them off anywhere with a decent enough weapon combo and loop or trail. Everywhere else required a lot of running around to just stay alive or you'd get've overwhelmed in a hurry and had this one area that was decent for looping if need be but I feel like I could only explore the maps between rounds with a crawler, Der Riese was the first map that I could sit and hold out in more than one area, loop OR take my chances running around everywhere. It still, delivers this sense of adrenaline and suspense more so than most maps for me.
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Damn straight Lenne, I better see some new medals after this meeting.
Other than that, Boom is aware of my personal interest with staff as well.
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Ah Killercroc. Joker here, but the locals call me Undad. Good to have you here.
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Lol I think that pretty much answers it.
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I liked how it would show your previous CoD prestige in both Blops 2 and MW3. Frankly I can't remember if Ghosts does but if not, It would be nice to see that again. It's nothing major, but it makes you feel good knowing you can still show it off when you shelf it for next years release.
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Andrew Demkowicz
New York, 2 Blocks from Lincoln Medical Center
Year 2025
24 Hours Earlier...
Andrew sat in a booth near the window at an old cafe on the corner of the busy streets of New York, glancing passively out the window as he pondered his life back on the farm in Georgia. It tore him apart. To watch everything disappear in a cloud of smoke and fire, Maggie, the children, everyone. And he couldn't do anything about it. Even if he got to them in time, he couldn't bare the thought of jumping them through time when even he doesn't know where they'll end up. It would be too much for them. Too dangerous. Hell, it nearly got him and his gifted friends before them killed before.
As Andrew beat himself over the loss, he countered it with the good memories as well. He thought of them in his mind:
"Dammit boy, you scare me like that one more time with you're freaky magic tricks and I'll beat your ass!"
Andrew smiled faintly to himself, then was interrupted by a familiar voice;
"Well well, if it ain't garbage boy out for a cup-a-joe, why didn't you tell me you could afford this shit?"
Andrew quickly turned to see Skip, dressed in his rugged brown overcoat and fedora approaching his booth.
"You never asked" Andrew said jokingly.
Skip swung into the booth across from Andrew with an unamused expression;
"Well now you can buy me one, smart ass..."
Andrew smiled timidly as he took a sip of his coffee, glancing over at the counter as an unusual gal approached the counter; he focused on her for a few seconds;
"Yo, earth to Andrew..." Skip spoke annoyed, he looked over towards the counter as well:
"Who is that woman?" Andrew asked curiously.
"Who the bronze gal at the counter? She ain't from around her I can tell ya that."
Skip paused for a moment, glancing at her again, he was frozen as he stared at her,
"What is it?"
Skip shook his head.
"Don't worry about it man. She's trouble. So if you got the hots for her, you should just forget it." Skip spoke passively with concern in his voice.
"Do you know her?" Andrew asked accusingly.
"Do I look like I'd know her? Just trust me, I've dealt with a lot of women in my time."
Andrew looked back at her as she twirled her fingers in front of her, she definitely was an odd one.
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Brett's gonna be so pissed when he sees this lol.
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I enjoy Extinction, I'd say it's pretty successful for IW to have something original, yet still gives you that apocalyptic survival mode Zombies delivers. Hell most of my latest ideas for future zombies is fed from taking examples Extinction has to offer.
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If you ask me, bringing zombies in again with these guys is just ringing every last drop out of the wet rag that is the originality of Zombies. It just wouldn't feel the same. I already lost most of my personal interest after Blops 1 when they took the story line in a 90 degree turn with a completely different cast and story. No reason to do yet again.
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For me it's just about every XBL arcade or free with gold game I've downloaded. Once in awhile I'll browse through them and find myself saying "Oh yeah" then continue to just play whatever disk I've got in the xbox lol.
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Andrew Demkowicz
New York City - Manhattan
Year 2025
2 weeks earlier...
The streets of Manhattan were lit up like a Christmas tree, the night was young. Commotion and traffic echoed through and between each tall building. The further away from the main streets you were, the shorter and older the buildings got, and the number of the homeless gradually increased. It was relatively quieter that the rest of the Big Apple as well. The homeless usually remained isolated from the average civilian, except to try and collect any money in busy parts of the city. Except one homeless man who was considerably more cheerful, especially for a bum;
The man whistled joyfully to himself, walking down the back alley towards the quieter side of town as he rummaged through a brown paper bag of his collections for the day.
"A can of Spam... heh, really? I'll be sure not to write "anything helps" from now on..." He muttered to himself, chuckling between his words.
*CRASH!*
The man stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the sound of garbage cans and bags falling over down a small alley break between the two buildings directly ahead of him. He approached the alley curiously;
"Ugh..."
The man saw another man, slowly rolling over, with his hand on his head as he rolled into an exhausted seated position:
"Hey! You okay buddy?"
The man quickly looked over towards the opening of the small alley way where the voice came from, everything was blurred and hazy.
"You'll never find anything good in that pile of shit. Believe me." The man shouted.
The other man began to slowly make his way to his feet, still holding his head and checking for blood.
"Do you usually dive head first when you go dumpster diving?" The man shouted again, lighting up a cigarette from a new pack he pulled out of his brown bag;
"What's your name, son?"
The other man looked confused as he stared at the man talking to him at the opening of the alley, he hesitated then spoke:
"A-Andrew..."
The man let out a puff of smoke in the shape of a donut, then smiled at it proudly; then studied Andrew for a moment; he was dressed with an old brown bomber jacket, pants and leather boots.
"Damn you from the 40's or something, son?"
Andrew didn't say anything.
The man laughed to himself; taking one more hit and tossing his cigarette aside.
"I'm just messin' with ya son, the name's Skip. At your service."
Andrew looked around in awe, clearly this place wasn't blown up. Infact he's never seen anything like it before.
"Wh- where am I?" Andrew questioned cautiously.
"You must've hit your head harder than I thought. You're in Manhattan, the big apple. Or the "big shithole" if you ask me."
Andrew stumbled, then slowly walked out from the alley way and looked at all the stuctures and streets around him, everything was different. Different and futuristic. Andrew couldn't believe it, he hasn't jumped like that in months. He hoped he'd never have to do it again. There's no telling where he'll end up.
"Next you'll probably ask me what year it is or somethin'..."
Andrew looked over at Skip staring at him with curiosity.
Skip chuckled.
"You're shitting me..."
Andrew just let out a faint smirk of guilt.
"I stopped counting after 4065..."
Andrew about choked, Skip just starting laughing again:
"Nah I'm just messin', it's 2025 son."
Andrew reaction didn't change; he looked around him once more, muttering to himself:
"Holy shit..."
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Walter Emmerich
HASTE Facility (Restricted Area), New York
Year 2025
3 weeks earlier...
The room was dark, very dark. the only light in the room cast a dim beam from the celing in the center of the room and illuminated little else than himself and the floor around him. This was familiar to him, however he was usually doing the interrogating, not the other way around. A rapid beeping suddenly echoed, the red light near the steel door turned green and the door slid open. Walter smirked devilishly.
"Forgive the intrusion" A silohouette figure began as he walked in the room;
"But we have some new tech we'd like to test on freaks like you and you're our lucky candidate."
The man spoke with confident arrogance as he nodded. Several armed figures appeared from behind him, approaching the restrained Nazi madman.
"I think you'll find these new restraints quite comfortable."
The armed men quickly latched on metallic wristband like shackles around Walter's wrists, removing the original handcuffs, Walter's hands fell from behind his back. Little did the man see that Walter was more satisfied than bothered by his new restraints.
"Those bands censor any detection of hostile actions as well as neutralize any fluctuation of energy or adrenaline. Probably something a little too advanced for someone like you. Enjoy your stay, and do let us know if there's ANYthing you need..." The man spoke with sarcastic emphasis in his arrogance. Then the door slid shut, locking yet again.
Walter examined his new restraints as he was now free to move his arms about. He was very facinated by the technology of this place. Facinated indeed. Walter reached into his worn overcoat;
"Oh, I think I'll be just fine..." Walter spoke to himself menacingly as he pulled out a small round tin container, tossing it once in the air and catching it firmly.
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The theory with various colored eyes always seemed to be affilated with whoever was "in control" of the Zombies. That became pretty apparent when Richtofen took control on Moon. But now it's just getting confusing. If the color doesn't matter much at this point, I thought Red was the most menacing and intimidating so far.
Between being wrapped in barbed wire, red eyes and spikes sticking out of the zombies in MOTD, those zombies were legitmately scary.
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Guess who's back? Back again. Covy's back, tell a friend.
I did the best I could raising all these new children why you were gone Covy, alas they do not disappoint me. (mostly...)
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Expanding more off the customization bits, it would be nice to unlock features for completing various challenges (as mentioned here) such as new camos, gear, face paint etc. for customized characters. For example say you upgrade your weapon 5 times in one game; that would unlock the "Blops 1 PaP camo" for upgraded weapons if equipped and so forth.
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Continued...
The room was quiet once again as Tia left the room; the sound of fluorescent lights humming with energy filled the silent room. Kasady sat slouched on the edge of her bed, trying to collect her thoughts on everything. Nothing made sense, and she still had no idea where or even when she was. She let out a heavy sigh, filled with uncertainty and exhaustion as she closed her eyes, her head hung low as she ran her fingers through her hair. She paused, her hands still holding the back of her head as she noticed the plain white baggy gown she was wearing and her worn military clothing folded and draped on the dresser next to her.
"Ugh..." She moaned, dropping her hands beside her.
Kasady stood, taking a quick glance around the room as she began to remove the gown. She paused again, standing bare as her eyes caught a glimpse of her hand. Her right palm was an odd dark purple color, almost as if it here freshly bruised with dark veins streaming around it. She stared in shock as she slowly examined her entire hand, back to front. A sharp pain surged through Kasady's head as voices, images - one after the other - rapidly flashed before her;
"Take this Kasady, quickly! And you mustn't open it no matter what!"
"You'll find the answers you're looking for Kasady, don't worry."
"James?! JAMES!"
"hahahahaha!"
Kasady clenched her head, staggering into the dresser. A piece of paper swiftly swooped up from the pile of clothing, landing in front of her; Kasady stood dazed, then the pain, the voices, were gone. She immediately went for the paper;
"Kasady,
I know this all seems strange right now but I had no where else to go, bringing you to this place seemed like the right thing to do. I hope I was right. I don't think I can do this on my own. The other doctors say you have a concussion. Some even declared you brain dead. I've done what I can in secret without revealing my powers to these guys. I don't trust these facility and with good reason. You and I both know what they can be like to people like us. The other doctors were also going to dispose of your old clothes, but knowing you, you're probably not one for just hanging around with revealing hospital gowns all day. So I requested to hold on to them for you. They're pretty beat up though, remind me to take you shopping for some new clothes whenever we're not being attacked by Nazi's... Dead or alive!
Anyways, I hope you're feeling better. I left something in your pocket. I hope it will helps more than it hurts. I worry about you.
Take care, I'll see you soon.
Tia"
Kasady quickly put her old tank top and military pants back on, shifting through her pockets, she felt a chain and pulled it out; it was a heart-shaped locket.
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OR we could just go with my perk idea instead of perma-perks:
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That would be pretty epic. A nice change of pace as opposed to dog rounds. Every 5-7 rounds the Round Counter could just switch to a blood stain with a timer, and it's literally just endless zombies for that duration, with a max ammo awarded at the end as usual. Could even make it so an additional 15 seconds is added on every "Swarm" round and if no one takes any damage, a free perk or death machine is also awarded.
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Hype really depends on your personal interest of games and types of games really. But it's funny how if you basically idolize a game to someone, they seem to be turned off by it if it's already being overly hyped and then someone starts throwing it in their face even more. I'm guilty in both aspects, over hyping, and being the annoyed person being hyped to, lol. However, 90% the hype is real and you just gotta try it for yourself. I know I did that myself with Skyrim. I got tired of hearing all about the Elder Scrolls stuff when Skyrim was first released. I didn't care unless it had guns at the time. I even started talking about how lame a game I've never played probably was and sounded. Boy did I eat those words...
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Hell I'd be a general to say a "Wonder Weapon" is simply cutting-edge weaponry that has unique characteristics that give you an advantage over standard weapons. Weapons like the DG-2/3 or Thundergun are capable of eliminating multiple targets in a wide and/or long radius, thus punching a hole in overwhelming numbers. And with the apparent argument that some weapons are questionably "Wonder Weapons", I'd simply say that if it's capable of killing or harming someone, then it's a weapon. Virtually anything could be a weapon, really, but if it's specifically designed to throw off or harm your target in the least, then it's definitely a weapon by design.
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Welp. Used the "Random Topic" feature for the first time. It works perfectly.
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Kasady Rhoads
Unknown Facility, New York Island
Year 2025
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"T-Tia?"
The young doctor with exotic wavy hair cautiously entered the room seeing her uncanny friend looking back at her for the first time in what felt like forever, it was a miracle. A giant grin stretched across Tia's face as Kasady spoke in recognition.
"Leave us." Tia spoke eagerly.
The guards and her assistant nodded, filing out of the plain white cell, closing the steel door behind them. Tia immediately wrapped her arms around her; Kasady jumped upon her reaction, still feeling lost and confused. But it was good to see a friendly face again. Kasady slowly eased her tension, hugging Tia back.
"I'm so glad to see you're alright, you have no idea how worried I've been. I thought I lost you!" Tia spoke excitedly, taking a deep breath as she calmed herself;
"Uh, sorry... This all is probably really strange to you right now. How are you feeling?"
Kasady held her head, feeling like she just risen from the dead in slumber;
"I'm... I'm fine. Just a little shaken up I guess..." Kasady began, rubbing the back of her neck as she scanned the room randomly.
"Wh-where exactly are we anyways?"
Tia put on a smile to cover up her concern as she watched Kasady intensely, hoping she really was stable at this point.
"We're in one of the best medical centers here on an island in New York, we have been keeping a close eye on you ever since you- we, landed here..." Tia replied, really unsure what to say at this point;
"So, you're with these guys?" Kasady asked;
"Y-yes... I am. I knew I could help. But something must have happened to you when we jumped again... You were unconsious and-"
Kasady looked at Tia completely puzzled, still with hazyness in her eye;
"Jumped?" she questioned;
"You... you mean you don't remember escaping that theater place?" Tia question hesitantly;
Kasady broke eye contact, looking at the floor, blinking as she thought hard;
"N-no... I... I don't..."
"What can you remember, Kasady?" Tia questioned as she pulled out a small notepad.
(Entry by Undad)
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The Story So Far...
Time has a funny way of changing things.
As the world spins, the sun sets and the moon rises, day after day. Year after year. And yet, the one thing that never changes is time itself. The world is always spinning. Whether or not we can all keep up depends on us. Some of us run to achieve our lifelong goals. Some of us run to make the world a better place. Some of us run because we strive to better our own lives. Some of us just have to run a little bit faster than everyone else and hope we're running in the right direction. Then some of us aren't even sure if the world is spinning at all anymore...
The struggle between freedom of imprisonment, torture and experimentation and our inner selves was constant. Fighting for our lives not only meant defending ourselves, but for something normal; Freedom. Peace. Jumping between time and space seemed to be the only escape in each life-threatening situation, but yet each jump seemed to throw us in a time of chaos and destruction, or a realm of post-apocalyptic destruction where only the undead roam the scorched remains of Earth. Some fought to the death, some disappeared without a trace. And some kept fighting for redemption.
How long has it been? Days, Months, Years... No one really knows for sure. But between the things we've seen, the things we've been through, I'm not so sure time even truly exists. Each world, each fate, each existence differs tremendously from the last. Are we to parish in a burning wave of fire that swallows the earth? Or is this a chance to choose our own fate?
The choice is ours.
The Cast:
Undad:
Character Name: Kasady Rhoads
Age: 26
Generation: 1940's
Appearance: Kasady (in front)
Abilities: Telekinesis
Bio:
Kasady was born and raised by her grandparents after her mother passed away and her father and older brother joined the Marines at a young age. She spent most of her childhood assisting her grandparents with their old antique collectors shop during open hours. During a snowy October evening as the store was closing, young Kasady and her Grandfather were suddenly greeted by Nazi officers. Before they entered the store, Kasady was given a small tin container with strict instructions to never open it as her grandfather hurried her out the back door. Kasady distraught, held the small container closely with curiousity as commotion between her grandfather and the officers grew louder.
Kasady curiosity got the better of her, she couldn't resist. Opening the small container revealed a glowing rock, flowing and vibrating with energy. It was no bigger than a marble. Kasady's heart immediately stopped as she heard gunfire followed by a slamming door. Rushing back in only to find her grandfather lying cold and lifeless on the floor of his own store. Kasady, blanketed in grief mourned over her grandfather's body, clenching a fist round the small rock, unaware of how it burned its way through her palm and into her hand.
Kasady dedicated her life to find out what the Nazi's were after and what exactly her grandfather gave to her that was so important. She joined the marines as soon as she was able, following in her families footsteps. Kasady enlisted on several classified Black Ops missions that had anything related to her research. During a search for the origin of the mysterious glowing rock, she had vivid dreams and visions, which eventually led to some unusual phenomenon within herself. In desperate attempt to find out some answers, Kasady and her squad were either KIA, or captured by a top-secret Nazi force. It was only then did Kasady's real answer manifested from herself.
Rissole25:
Character Name: Tia Rydia
Age: 22
Generation: 1940's
Appearance: Tia (in back)
Tia has long wavy blue hair, and blue eyes. She wears flat pink shoes, and sports a pink dress/frock.
Abilities: Life Siphon
Tia is mainly a Healer, who can heal people on contact, or at a small distance in certain circumstances. She can heal non-lethal injuries normally, as well as near life-threatening injuries, although this takes up a huge amount of her energy.
Tia can also inflict Pain. It is rare when she does, only when her emotions are heightened. Tia does not like to use it often, as it inflicts pain on her too. Only in the most difficult situations will she use it.
Bio:
Tia was your average Australian young woman. She was timid and an introvert, but she always tried to please others. She had run a small pawn shop her father, who disappeared when she was young, had owned. After randomly discovering she had the power of healing, she was suddenly transported across the world, where she met other individuals who had powers like herself. They escaped in the chaos of the Der Riese incident, and traveled across time. She discovered along the way, a rather terrible power of inflicting pain, which contradicted her entire personality.
After her and Kasady were separated from their friends, she discovered that her father had worked for Walter Emmerich, a sinister German psychopath with powers himself, who wanted more. Emmerich had sneaked a 115 stone into the locket Tia's father had given her, which in turn resulted in Tia's powers and hazy memories of her childhood. After a standoff with Emmerich in a closed down theater, she was teleported across time and space.
Now in 2025, Tia faces a brand new world unlike anything she has ever seen or experienced before.
Faust:
Character Name: Benny “The Blowfish” Barefield
Age: 26 years-of-age at the time of exposure to element 115.
Generation: 1890s*
*Can be encountered at any time after due to an extremely long lifespan, but with his sanity less and less intact. I recommend hiring him sooner rather than later if you want to make any use of him.
Abliity: Can breathe underwater, above average strength, and can operate most firearms with light training.
Appearance:
Standard six-and-a-half foot tall “Deep One” of Lovecraftian mythos. Benny goes to great (almost comical) lengths to deny the fact that he no longer retains any human characteristics. Known to dress himself up in the nicest set of human clothing he can find and proudly wears a badge that reads “Pinkerton National Detective Agency” on his left breast pocket. Carries a silver pocket watch which he will wind compulsively when under stress.
See below picture for general reference.
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Bio:
While Benny may appear to be creature of ancient decent, one might be surprised to learn that he was once as dreadfully “normal” as any other mundane bloke. Born in London’s East End, he grew up as a penniless street urchin with little joy in his life save for the thrill of swiping anything of value from the occasional unsuspecting passersby. This continued well into his adult years, until 1888 came ‘round and gave rise to the advent of the serial killer known colloquially as “Jack the Ripper.” Well, some say Benny got a bit Tom-and-Dick of getting plastered every night only to stagger home knowing the Jack could be just around the bend. Gathering what little money he had saved, Barefield took one last tug on his bottle of brandy and boarded a ship set for Ellis Island.
Hoping to make it big in the Colorado gold rush of 1890, Benny boarded a train west immediately after setting foot in America. He never reached Cripple Creek, only making it as far as Pennsylvania before being tossed from the caboose for trying to cop a feel on some poor bloke’s wife. (He always did figure himself a ladies’ man before the incident.)
Abandoned with nothing but the clothes on his back and a small knapsack brimming with bottles of various alcoholic substances, Benny ditched his dream of fame and riches and set about beginning his new life right there in Philadelphia. In time he managed to land a job working for the Pinkertons, earning himself a rather distinguished reputation for preemptively assaulting groups of union employees. On more than one occasion, Benny would single handedly shake down labor rallies in full view of law enforcement. Any who refused were immediately clubbed into submission.
When the Homestead Steel Strike erupted, Benny was one of the first men off the docks as the corporate mercenaries made landfall. Even after the Pinkertons’ formally surrendered and Hugh O'Donnell called for all security forces to relinquish their arms, a misguided Barefield continued to fight on as he pushed forward into the factory itself. He quickly found himself detached from his comrades and surrounded on all sides. Rather than negotiate, he drove further into the heart of the factory. There in the hellish, charred darkness of the sweatshops Benny discovered the true source of the riot.
Carnegie, it seemed, was hording an ancient evil within Homestead Steel Works. Before Benny stood a massive lump of unprocessed ore that seemed to radiate at primordial energy and cast large arches of electricity into the air around the aforementioned. Around the stone shadowy figures seemed to dart from post to pillar, never remaining visible for more than a few seconds at a time. Figuring them all deranged workers, Benny dispatched every single one of them without remorse before rushing further into the darkness. He wandered the facility all night long, defending himself as more and more fiends descended upon him. Once the sun rose he was able to find an exit, mere moments before the state militia stormed the grounds.
He did not escape unscathed though. Not long after making contact with that stone, Benny fell ill with a highly peculiar skin condition that eventually twisted him into the being you see today. Though he denies it, he secretly knows that he has become a nightmarish abomination. Still, he goes to incredible lengths to attempt to live a normal life in seclusion. Eventually he came to settle in a long abandoned home just west of Arkham, Massachusetts. Occasionally whispers of “Blowfish Benny” will crop up in nearby taverns, coupled with rumors of a vulgar ex-Pinkerton willing to act as hired muscle… For a price.
[perfectlemonade:
Character Name: Christian Cobden
Age: 26
Generation: 2020's
Abliity:
Undetectable by undead, does not tire, sleep, hunger (except sometimes for human flesh), or thirst, and possesses a connection to the undead hive mind
Appearance:
He's actually a zombie. About 5'9 though, thin, weak, kind of emaciated. Brown hair, muddy eyes, kind of awkward, but a very emotionally mature guy with a great sense of right and wrong.
Bio:
In 2014, at the age of 15, Christian Cobden was shot in the head in a school shooting. He barely survived and was paralyzed from the eyes down, a condition otherwise known as 'locked-in syndrome'. Now he's 26. Between hundreds of hours of physical therapy and a decade of his life to heal, Christian slowly began to overcome his condition.
He's regained limited speaking ability and some movement of his arms, but he's still dependent on the care of his mother and the company of his two best friends Elijah and Madeline. Christian is, unfortunately, infected with the element when his zombified mother bites him during his sleep. Christian is able to fend her off with his one good hand, and it only takes a minute for him to become a zombie. But, curiously, even with the process complete, Christian is still, somehow, in control of his body. He looks at himself in the mirror—he is clearly dead, his heart is not beating, he is not breathing, but he has control of his movements. In fact, he can now walk and run and move even better than he could before the accident.
It occurs to him that perhaps the very condition that plagued him for 10 years is what prevented 115 from completely taking over his body. Christian finds that the undead, which have taken over his entire hometown of DeWitt, Michigan and presumably the rest of the world, pay no attention to him, and he hears and feels the pull of something inside his head, which he realizes is the undead hive mind. But then the harsh reality of the situation hits Christian: his mother is dead, and Elijah and Madeline, who live together in an apartment on the other side of town, may be in serious trouble. With that thought, Christian races to find his best friends, and thus begins the RP.
MegaAfroMan:
Character Name: Marshall Meier
Age: 27
Generation: 2020's
Abliity:
Manipulation of, temporary storage of, and minor generation of electrical energy.
Also, trained electrical engineer, with a strong understanding of circuitry and operation of most electronics.
Appearance:
Paler than your average white guy, skin turns a slight bluish color while supernatural abilities are active. Effect is nearly unnoticeable with small currents or short durations, can become quite severe in extreme situations.
About 5'7", average build. Could be healthier, but certainly not unhealthy in any major way.
Wiry copper colored hair, about 2 inches in length (yes I'm aware this makes me a ginger, and therefore without a soul.)
Often wears a brown duster, black rubber gloves (to avoid accidentally arcing if generating or storing electrical energy) custom brown leather hiking boots with small circular copper plates replacing small patches of the rubber insoles to force excess current to ground instead of discharge.
Black heavy duty cargo pants, lined with pockets full of spare bits of wire or circuit boards or whatever goodies can be found (slight hording complex), and plain black t-shirt under the duster.
Bio:
Born in 1998, Marshall Meier was the son of scientists. His family had always been scientists as far back as he could look, always interested in research and experiments. If you went back far enough you'd find that his family was involved in top secret projects for the Third Reich in World War 2, but those days are long past and something that is rarely acknowledged, with heirlooms from that generation missing from the otherwise unbroken line of mementos. Instead they were hidden away in storage.
Marshall was smart, always breaking things to look at how they worked. After taking enough things apart, he was eventually able to put things back together. As he grew he began finding ways to make new things out of the broken parts of multiple old things, and it always seemed to be much more appealing than writing down observations, solving algebraic equations, and conducting controlled experiments.
After studying in university on a path to a PhD in Micro-circuitry he abruptly quit in the middle of his graduate research and began traveling and tinkering, determined to make his life more interesting than the procedural and careful lives of his parents and ancestors.
During his travels, he came across some startling realizations of who he was. He had discovered that his body naturally produced a low level current of electricity. Usually it flowed into the ground beneath him, and during contact with other people, it at most manifested in raised arm hair in the affected individual. But it was still completely unusual.
He began to experiment with what he could do and found that he could absorb electrical energy from chemical batteries, or through certain cords adapters. The energy then could be released immediately as soon as it flowed in, or he could redirect some of it into his own body for temporary storage.
Not finding any massive practical uses out of this, and afraid of being outcast even further than he already was he kept this mostly to himself and took precautions to not lose control and let on that something was not normal about him.
xAvengedLullabyx:
Character Name: Sasha, unknown last nameAge: 22, each year is carved as a tally mark in her armGeneration: 2000'sAppearance:Her hair is dark red, like her fathers, and her eyes are a bright turquoise color, like her mothers. She has pale skin due to being kept inside all her life. There is a scar on the back of her neck that forms a strange pattern, but no one knows how she got it.Abilities:She can control the souls of the deceased that remain on earth; is easily frightened which stops the flow of energy; when she is angered the energy from the souls turn her into a hulking beast that only lasts a short duration as it drains her life and renders her unconscious, making her incredibly vulnerableBio:Sasha had always been an interesting girl. When she was young, her father passed away due to a mysterious illness that had plagued him all his life, leaving her with her mother and brother. At the age of five, her mother became concerned when she would catch Sasha talking with an unseen visitor, or would see faint projections of someone playing with her. She was immediately pulled out of school and banned from ever leaving the house. Over the years Sasha grew lonely, her ghostly companions the only friends she had, other than her family. Her naivety surrounding the outside world caused her to act dangerously, unaware of what might happen if her power was ever discovered by someone.MyLittleHellhound:
Character Name: Isis
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Country of Origin- Egyptian/Chinese
Generation: 2000's
Appearance-
Slightly bronzed skin,
Long, silky black hair
5"6
Slim figure
Abilities-
Able to use light and shadow energies to sear, vaporize, compress, and otherwise injure her enemies. Effectiveness of the power is determined by how much light or shadow there is in the current situation.
Bio-
Isis was born to two extraordinary cartographers. Named after the Egyptian goddess of magic,Isis grew up under the influence of both her mother and father's firm belief in the gods and the supernatural.
As soon as Isis could be trusted not to run off on her own, her parents took her to the Great Pyramid. They entered, with a team, and as Isis walked through the tight and undisturbed corridors she couldn't help but feel the power. It was radiating from the age-old stones and the smooth floors. They eventually came to a long dark tunnel. Her parents went first, lighting the way ahead with a powerful torch. She was next. As she walked, the heavy thrum of power grew stronger. She couldn't see the torch or the people behind her, even though they should have just been feet away. The shadows closed in around her, and when they touched her, she saw the Egyptian gods. An man with the head of an eagle bathed in pure light parted the shadows, his chestpiece inlaid with a single glowing amber rock. It was Ra, she knew that much.
"Where there is the brightest lights, there are also the deepest shadows child."
He smiled at her, his eyes two blazing suns. And then she was back in the present, lying in a hospital bed.
She felt the change as much as she discovered it. At the edges of her vision, she could see the balance of shadows and lights. She could even manipulate them if she wished. Isis knew she shouldn't be able to do this, but she kept honing her manipulation until she could even open holes that lead to nowhere. She could create the brightest light with a snap of her fingers.
She knew the rock had given her powers. She didn't know it would shatter her life.
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Rules
Yes, there are rules. But just a couple basic ones everyone needs to keep in mind for entries.
1. Dialog in entries will use certain colors to distinquish what type of Dialog is being used. Grey will before your characters thoughts. Yellow for any kind of mind reading or inner 3rd party voice. Cyan for flashbacks or events of the past.
2. No "God-Modding". Your character is not invincible, some demon creature who turns into Satan and controls the Aether. This also means don't take control of another players character and do something major without some kind of consensus as well. Any sub-plots among characters can be discussed via discussion PM.
3. Inception is BASED off zombies. That means references to Zombie locations or other elements may be used, but should not be a direct focus. No one will have a tussle with Richtofen or drink a Juggernog for extra power. This isn't zombies, we're just using the foundation of the storyline to make our own spin-off story.
News & Info
July 23, 2014 - Inception LIVES!
Welcome CoDz to the latest edition of a CoDz original Role Playing story, Inception!
After talking with the old cast of the original Inception RP and writing my own personal spin-off titled "Inception: Kasady Disclassifed", we decided to give this whole thing another go! Believe it or not, the original Inception started 2 years ago, flippin' crazy, but loads of good times. So, for any readers of my story or of the original Inception, we hope you enjoy this new RP and follow along with us!
For those who haven't been keeping updated on Inception or are unfamiliar with it, allow me to give a very basic overview of what the hell this is all even about:
"Inception" is a Role Playing story where everyone adds bits and pieces of their own with their own characters to make one massive story. This RP in particular is obviously based off of Zombies. Here is the overview:
"Inception" tells a story developed by CoDz very own members of gifted individuals, all of different origins and backgrounds yet all share one thing in common; Element 115. Whether they are victims of crude human experiments with unexpected outcomes, or stumbled upon the mysterious element themselves, each of these individuals began to see supernatural phenomenons manifest within themselves. Some considered it a gift. Some a curse. Some kept these abilities reserved to themselves, Others strived to make the most of it in every way possible. Some used these abilites to aid those close to them. And some, desired only to crush those around them. Will you fight to make things right again? Or will you eliminate those that oppose you? The choice is yours.
Previous Inception Chapters:
Inception: Kasady Disclassifed
Inception Season 2: Separation
Inception: Brave New World
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Kasady Rhodes
HASTE Facility
Year 2025
Tia smiled a grin that was obviously meant to hide concern, there was a brief moment of an awkward pause as Kasady threw her towel around her neck and glanced back out the window, looking over the modern city. Tia walked up beside her without taking her eyes off her, she noticed her necklace hanging off Kasady's neck. She smiled again genuinely. Kasady let out a sigh of exhaustion as she studied the complex layout of the city;
"I feel like I should be more concerned about where we're at right now..." Kasady said passively.
Tia let out a nervous laugh, glancing out the window as well.
"It's a strange place, that's for sure" Tia spoke softly.
"I'll bet the stores are just as strange" Kasady muttered jokingly; Tia looked at Kasady
"I wouldn't know actually, I've been too busy making sure you were alive" Tia joked back. Kasady's eyes met Tia's as she smirked with amusement.
"As long as new clothes are on you, you can say what you want!" Kasady finally jabbed back. Tia chuckled to herself;
"I had a feeling I'd regret that bit in my note to you. I'm glad you're doing better!" Tia piped, she looked at the necklace again, touching it gently;
"It looks good on you" Tia spoke warmly.
Suddenly a voice echoed from the entrance to the gym:
"Doctor, could I speak with you for a moment?"
"Duty calls... I'll see you later?" spoke Tia.
Kasady watched she Tia met up with the other doctor and disappeared into the hall, curiously feeling the necklace hum and vibrate in her hand.