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The Red Death
NarutardDate: Tu, 28.February.12, 11:30 PM | Message # 1
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A plague has struck the New World, taking thousands every week, every day...The governments, all humans have turned against the supernatural, blaming them for the deaths that are befalling the war, ignoring the fact that their people are dying too. Now, they are run from their homes, trying to find shelter from the Red Death themselves. How do you fight?

What is the Red Death? Good Question:
The fingernails turn blue then gray then black, followed by skin turning to a dead white. The eyes then become bloodshot and pupils fully dialated, leaving no iris visible. Red circles begin forming in random places and then sickness sweeps in. The mark of death is when the deepest red circle appears on your chest above your heart, you die within two days after that

Race Choices:
Human(derp)
Cherub(Humans with wings,granted minor 'abilities')
Vampire/Werewolf(herp-derp)
Shifter(like a werewolf but can change anytime)
More when I can actually think-Spetsnaz
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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:13 PM | Message # 351
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I kept looking at the horizon, expecting to see them any second...

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NarutardDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:19 PM | Message # 352
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Ginny
"A watchpot never boils,"


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DepressedDuckDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:21 PM | Message # 353
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I looked back, about to retort, when with a thud, something landed on the hood.
I turned.
A humongous wolf.


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NarutardDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:22 PM | Message # 354
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Ginny
I snapped an arrow into place, aiming it with instinct.


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DepressedDuckDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:25 PM | Message # 355
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"Steve terra! The Clan requires your presence!" Snarled the wolf.
"Why."
"Asking questions will get you killed!"
"Coming here got you killed."
With that, i swung plank through the windshield, smashing it and the wolf off the hood. There came no sound from the still body.


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NarutardDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:26 PM | Message # 356
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"Oh you idiot! This car was supposed to last us a while and now we don't have a windsheild!"


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DepressedDuckDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:29 PM | Message # 357
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I should be angry at myself.
Instead, i felt slightly stupid inside. And hyper with power. HaHA! THERE WILL BE NO MORE WOLFS! I AM A GOD!, i thought.
"How were you going to shoot the wolf through the windscreen without breaking it?"


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NarutardDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:32 PM | Message # 358
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"An arrow will make a small fixable hole, a plank will shatter the windsheild," I said.


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DepressedDuckDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:36 PM | Message # 359
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"That won't work, sadly." I said, deciding to bring my vast knowledge into play. "Breaking a hole in the shield with an arrow of that size would make a small hole, yes, but this windshield is the type that is structurally dependent on the way it is bent. That small hole would have caused cracks, cracks that would have caused the rest of the windshield to fall anyway, since this van is so old. This model is from 1975, and not well cared for at that. That's the sad thing about human engineering. It doesn't stand up well to time."

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NarutardDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:39 PM | Message # 360
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(If it's the future wouldn't 1975 cars be discontinued piles of junk...?)
Ginny
I slowly released the string of my bow, silent but my eyes aflame.


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DepressedDuckDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:41 PM | Message # 361
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(You'd be surprised.)
"Admittedly, i probably shouldn't have done that. Ah well. I might be able to fix it."
I chuckled.


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NarutardDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:44 PM | Message # 362
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Ginny
"Hmph," I said down, eyes still ablaze.


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DepressedDuckDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:46 PM | Message # 363
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I continued to drive down the path, the view much clearer with the screen gone.
More howling.
"I need to get a turret mounted on this thing." I muttered.


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NarutardDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:49 PM | Message # 364
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"Everyone's after you, maybe if you actually went with them they'd leave us alone," I sneered.


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ToxicDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:50 PM | Message # 365
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(Sigh...I would ask where they were but I don't know if I'm just being paranoid, but I feel unwanted here so goodbye.)

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NarutardDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:52 PM | Message # 366
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(We're still in the car, COME ON, not again please?! I made a new thread, maybe? Please? COME ON TOXIC, you know I've wanted to RP with you from the beginning)

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DepressedDuckDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:52 PM | Message # 367
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"I'd probably be killed." I said, not taking my eyes off the road.
(Bye tox.)


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NarutardDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:53 PM | Message # 368
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(Thanks for the support DDuck...)

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ToxicDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:54 PM | Message # 369
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(I'm just quitting the thread. I'm not leaving...I still have about three friends here that I want to keep in touch with.)

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NarutardDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:56 PM | Message # 370
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(Okay..good...)
Ginny
I rolled my eyes.


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DepressedDuckDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:58 PM | Message # 371
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"It's an idea..."
We suddenly come across a large farmhouse. Basically picturesque, even with the large red barn.


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NarutardDate: Su, 25.March.12, 8:59 PM | Message # 372
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I blinked in surprise.


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DepressedDuckDate: Su, 25.March.12, 9:00 PM | Message # 373
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"Odd..."
I suddenly noticed that we were surrounded by forests.
"Should we go in?"


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ToxicDate: Mo, 26.March.12, 2:37 PM | Message # 374
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(Um.....What?)

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NarutardDate: Mo, 26.March.12, 5:10 PM | Message # 375
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(Please don't leave the thread?)

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