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Post by Fungus A on Sept 4, 2009 17:04:26 GMT
Imagine the being, that never sleeps, that never breathes. This being never is whole. The blood it bleeds spreads across the galaxy like a virus.
The kind of man is rife with betrayal and mutilation. They harm themselves and kill eachother for thier husk of a deity.
Time they toppled.
The apocalyptic carnage scattered across the imperium by many other races is vast. Man blames them for his failure. upon his vast technologies they lack care of his own kind, too busy fighting against invisible enemies.
We, the true breed, intend to break this nuisance.
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So, heres the story, the wrath of the tyranids has expanded as exploration, and now they unleash a true threat. A virus of unrecorded proportions. man will crumble at thier mercy, so you will roleplay as a member of the imperium, be it civiliam , imperial guard or imperial officer, no space marines or priests for this. the imperial forces will attepmt to deal with this, and force everybody to evacuate as virus bombs rain from the sky. you will roleplay in the journey from the cities to small natural caverns set in planets, this will take place on tallarn, in whice the caves are extremely damp and wet, until they reach an apparently safe swamp like area, where no form of backteria has been allowed to reach the stagnant water. these are home to a breed of tyranid know as creeps. all that have reported them were later killed. these are a terrifying cave species that will die without water and have low eyesight due to being extremely sensative to light. they have teeth lining thier circular mouths. you will have to survive the virus, that turns humans into rotting spore sacks, and then the horror that lies undisturbed in the caverns.
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I will not accept stupid little posts. I will trust people to wait for a while before they start posting, let at least two other people post before you do. and don't ruin the fun for others and start getting all stupid. you are scared out of your minds, don't go all gung-ho and at least try to act like you don't know other peoples thoughts. ther can only be two officers and ther must be at least three civilians before we can start. officers can only have las pistols and another suitable close combat weapon, guardsmen may have any weapon except heavy and power weapons and civilians may not have guns, or any form of sword, knives are acceptable.
post your character profile first, then go ahead, I trust you not to ignore me.
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Name: (first name and surname)
Rank: (civilian, guardsman, or officer)
Gender:
weapons: (pipes, knives, las pistols or rifles, combat knives. etc)
description: (no bionics, most imperial guard do not have laser eyes or a stone crushing arm.)
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when I have 4 people I'll start.
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Post by Lewis C. on Sept 9, 2009 21:26:14 GMT
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Post by barkblast334 on Sept 10, 2009 0:35:28 GMT
Name: Artanis Spinnaker
Rank: Civilian
Gender: Male
Description: Blonde hair, blue eyes. Of slight build.
Weapons: Two curve-bladed daggers.
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Bluedermis
Genestealer
My pet Hormagaunt!
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Post by Bluedermis on Sept 10, 2009 7:18:05 GMT
Commissars = Officers?
Name: Suolot Dotrainer
Rank: Officer (commissar)
Gender: Male
Description: Brown eyes, black hair. 5'11". Muscular.
Weapons: Chainsword, Las Pistol
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Post by Fungus A on Sept 10, 2009 15:18:03 GMT
sorry lewis no meltaguns, just las weapons and small close combat weapons. No lascannons. the rest of it is good. commisars are officers yes, they are required to keep order. one more person after this!
Name: Richard Sanguine
Rank: civilian
Gender: Male
weapons: long pipe and blowtorch.
description: Training mechanic, aspiring to be a member of the cult of mars. he is an athletically built man, missing his small finger on his left hand. He has eyes of a crisp bold brown and he has light brown short hair. He has very litle combat experience but is valuable as a team member for his ability to spot things in dim light. He cannot run far before becoming tired and is very squeemish at the sight of corpses, so often requires support. he is timid but feisty when backed into a corner and has fast reactions.
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Post by barkblast334 on Sept 11, 2009 0:34:36 GMT
Well yay for that. We gonna start?
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Post by Fungus A on Sept 11, 2009 16:04:41 GMT
stuff it, we may as well start.
Richard woke with a start, his vision slowly came back to him. Fires roared around the spot where he passed out no too long ago. The stretch of bodies before him began to rise, one by one. He lunged towards the broken window and rolled over the exotically carved metalwork that made the buildings. Huge concrete slabs, lay broken, scattered across the street, as the toxic Xenos bombs landed, spreading airborne bacteria everywhere. He part crouched and part ran, as guardsmen attempted to eradicate anything that moved. he ducked behind a piping system, looking for a weapon. He found it, a five foot long jagged tipped bar. The infected bodies of people began to move towards him, intent on utter destruction. The horrific sight of charred corpses lumbering towards him caused him such terror he vomited. One of the horrors leapt at him he couldn't react, fear stricken. The corpse flew out of vision. he turned and looked, a guardsman had just blew it to pieces. He ran for cover and slowly worked his way to the force of men that now held the inhabitants in. He shouted, yeled and waved his arms, the parted slightly to let him through, realising that he was a survivor.
Blood trickled down his face, sweat drenched his torn clothes and he sat in the hall with the gruesomely mutilated victims that managed to be resistant to the virus. he was then questioned by a commisar, who had just stopped holding the line and now was watching for deserters.
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Post by Lewis C. on Sept 12, 2009 13:31:37 GMT
John squinted, the dust thrown into the air made it hard to see. He lowered the visor of his helmet, staring though the tough material he scoured the area for survivers, or worse. He raised his lasgun and poked it through the small hole he had carved out using the mining tool laying next to his feet.
As somebody entered he turned, staring at the man. This character had a strong body and looked confident with the sharp metal pole he was holding.
He twisted his body around, meeting the disformed face of a young woman "Uh?" stammered John softly, the creature responded with a high pitched scream. Quickly and effectively he pulled the trigger on his lasgun, blowing a hole in the creatures shoulder, he pressed down on the trigger twice more. The Second shot was penetrated the skull of the creature and the third missed, yet the fiend had not been killed.
Suddenly, the sound of a lascannon emitted from atop the bunker and the creature exploded in a fountain of blood, spraying blood across John "Damn, now im covered in it"
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Post by xelmana on Sept 12, 2009 19:10:58 GMT
i guess i'll join
Name: Vash "Echo" Sternama
Rank: Newly Recruited Cadian Kasrkin Trooper
Gender: Male
Weapons: Standard Kasrkin Lasgun, 4 gernades, 2 Krak Gernades, 1 C4-like explosive, and a Combat Knife
Description: Full-body Armorement
Background: Vash aka "Echo" was never realy talkative, only few words would come from him, and not a soul has ever seen his face, when he was back in the regular Guardsmen position, he had alwasy woren gogles and a bandana like scarf that would cover his mouth. He was selected out of hundreds of other guardsmen to join the Cadian Kasrkin becuase of his amazing marksmen ship and tatical thinking, but him not wishing to speak much lead him to not being a sergent or commissar, so ultamently he was to be a Caidian Kasrkin Trooper.
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Name: Vash Sternama
Rank: Civilian
Gender: Male
weapons: 2 knifes and a sharpe bladed metal (basicly a katana with rags or something for a handle)
description: Wears a bandana and gogles under a hoody
Which ever one is needed more
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Post by Fungus A on Sept 13, 2009 8:50:07 GMT
(you can pick, we have two guarsmen and two civilians.)
He raised his voice so be heard over the sounds of chimera, taking the survivors to safety. the blood stains on the wall were fresh, he followed them. A huge lab was towering amongst the complex. Inside lay several layers of vacume sealed glass. inside lay one of the horrible living corpses. the other one held a cowering woman, she appeared to be crying. huge glass tubes connected the two. on the screen he could see the tiny living orgaisms travelling through the air towards the woman, only to die at her touch. "What are you doing here, you should get back to the bunker." he whirled around to see a servitor glare at him through huge red eyes. "I just wondered why ther was blood, and -" the servitor interrupted him "theres blood everywhere, nothing special. Leave." The servitor turned to star at the huge glass cylinders. Richard made his way towards the wrong bunker. He looked out the small slits next to the watching guardsmen. leman russ rolled out into the ruins, the main gun had a huge flashlight attached to it, the dust clouds blotting out the sky made it dark. He soon noticed the scattered coughing soldiers, relying on the tower lascannons. Screams filled the air. the walking dead mercilessly elimated all signs of life they could see. some of the guard without gas masks were fleeing, covering thier face with thier helmet and running blindly towards gunfire. every last infected citized charged towards the fort. Hope fortress was doomed.
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Post by Lewis C. on Sept 13, 2009 10:49:44 GMT
Red lasfire splurted out from the end of his weapon "John!" The figure turned around and stared at his fellow guardsmen. The guardsmen saluted "The Autocannon ammo is here, sir!" John smiled "Good, load it and fire at the infected" the figure saluted again and spun off. John muttered under his breath as he heard the satisfying clunk of autocannons loading "Stupid newbies, saluting anyone" he slammed down on a button and slats covered the holes.The autocannons fired and the night was filled with screams from their victims.
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Post by barkblast334 on Sept 14, 2009 0:44:56 GMT
Something landed on top of the Chimera and rolled, landing roughly on the ground. It whipped out two knives and ran for the bunker, diving through the firing slit. As it landed, they could see it was a civilian. It leapt up, moving into a crouch, shouting, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot, I'm a civilian!", and seeing no effect, added, "I'm not infected! My name is Artanis...Artanis Spinnaker. I...I...I'm...from the...the...", he collapsed in a rough heap, coughing and spluttering. He started to cough up blood, and a new wound gushed blood from his side.
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Post by Lewis C. on Sept 14, 2009 17:01:51 GMT
John was thrown to the floor, as something flew through the firing slots as the slats were closing. He raised his weapon defensivly and blinked through the blood on his visor. He stood up slowly as he heard the figure say something "I'm not infected! My name is Artanis...Artanis Spinnaker. I...I...I'm...from the...the..." The character collapsed and coughed horibbly "Get a medic!" commanded John as he reached for a towel to apply presure to the gash on Artanis' side.
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Post by barkblast334 on Sept 15, 2009 0:36:35 GMT
"Arrg, freakin' hell...", yelled Artanis as they put pressure on his side, "They're freakin' everywhere...those zombie bastards! Even my knives couldn't keep 'em forever...", and as he realized what he had said, he added, "I fell over, cut my side open on a freakin' blown out wall. You got a problem with that...uhh..", the medic arrived, applying a sedative. "Ah...freakin'...needa get back out there...there's a...pocket of resistance, still living...", the sedative took effect and Artanis fell asleep.
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Post by Fungus A on Sept 15, 2009 14:53:23 GMT
Richard walked over to the where the commotion was erupting. "Who is tha-" he saw the bodies mounting outside the firing slits and threw up again. "Who is that?" He turned to the guardsman that was pushing the wound with towel. The walls around the bunker were covered in grime. Old blood began to form, dry and flake on the walls, infecting people who stayed in thier long enough without a gas mask. He saw this and immediatly wrapped a piece of relatively clean clothing round his mouth. The noise outside was deafening. Hellhound began to circle around the city, burning the corpses with no disregard for whether it was moving or not. The heavy bolter turrets had just been dropped in for fire support and were now sounding like bricks being poured onto cobblestones.
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