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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: SadDubwool on February 26, 2018, 04:50:23 AM
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The date is January 20th 1945, The Eastern and Western European fronts have been shifted in favour of the Allies and it seems Nazi Germany is inching closer and closer to it's demise. In an act of desperation Axis scientists have collaborated to make a Plague that could wipe the armies of the Allies out and save Nazi Germany from it's advancing doom. The Samples were lost during the Soviet liberation of Poland and were said to be lost as the experimentation facilities were raided by Red Army troops and as the Red Army continued it's conquest an Unlucky civilian managed to stumble upon the sample and broke the vial that encased it. By the end of the day the small town this Civilian w
as from fell to a phenomenon described by survivors as 'The Dead roaming the world once more' these claims were scrutinized before batallion after batallion of Red Army soldiers were seemingly wiped out from the inside, by the end of January a plague ravaged Poland in it's entirety and soon started to trickle into the war torn European nations like a tumor. Soon Poland, Czechoslovakia, Hungary, Croatia and the Netherlands were completely lost to the plague and by the end of May the entirety of Europe was taken by Armies of a seemingly unkillable enemies and by the end of 1945 the whole world was gripped in the next chapter of a bloody conflict that now had the history of the human race as we know it on the line
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Rules:
-Although it is a Zombie apocalypse scenario, Keep gore tame
-Romance is allowed but keep the extreme stuff to the PMs
-Keep it somewhat historically accurate, Weapon wise and such.
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(Can I join?)
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Rules (Cont.):
-Keep it realistic, No magic or stuff like that
-No OOC arguing
-You can pick any country as your characters Nationality, No Venzuelan Wehmacht though.
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Character Sheets:
Name:
Nationality:
Military or Civilian (Specify. I.E: Red Army, Marines, Ect. No specifications needed for civilians however):
Age:
Height:
Weaponry:
Clothing:
Post Merge: February 26, 2018, 04:59:20 AM
(Can I join?)
(Yes))
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Name: Wilco WhiteheartNationality: AUSMilitary or Civilian (Specify. I.E: Red Army, Marines, Ect. No specifications needed for civilians however): Military (Marines)Age: 18Height: 6'6 (11'7 allowed? He's got a long background)Weaponry: M1 Garand, M1928A1, M1911 (Those are my three to go with, am I allowed more?)Clothing: Standard Marine uniform, with addition of a few custom designs
(Btw, do we have to be humans?)
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((nope, no humans here))
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(Okie. Can you answer my other question please?)
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((Three Maximum, along with any pickups if any guns break))
Post Merge: February 26, 2018, 05:42:45 AM
Name:Vadim Petrov
Nationality:USSR
Military or Civilian:Red Army
Age:37
Height:6'2
Weaponry:DP-28, Tokarev Pistol, PPSH
Clothing:Standard issue Red Army uniform, Ushanka with Red Star
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(Ok then! The DP-28... that would be the Lewis MG right?)
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((Nope, It would be the Degtyaryov Machine gun()
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(Oh. Well... It looks like no one else is joining. Shall we start?)
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((Yeah, Sure))
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(You start)
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Name: Emtile
Nationality: Japanese
Military or Civilian: Imperial Japanese army
Age: 22
Height: 5'8
Weaponry: a small Ka Bar combat knife and a type 14 Nambo handgun.
Clothing: A rugged and torn Japanese imperial uniform, foot wraps in place of shoes, no helmet.
(This good?)
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((Yeah it is))
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(Yay, who wants to start?)
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(Three different armies lol)
(I'll start, if Martin doesn't want to)
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It had been a month and the Undead armies advanced deep into the heart of the Soviet Union, Vadim was stationed near the Volga as a mass of corpses made it's way over the hill. Panicked Red Army soldies were trapped with their backs to the river as men flooded into escape boats. Vadim was lucky enough to escape on said boat and witnessed almost all of his regiment be slaughtered by the horde, soon Vadim was thrust towards Manchuria, whic was one of the last Soviet Controlled stronghold in Asia and Eastern europe
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*Wilco moved into Manchuria, alone, as his squad had been slaughtered by the undead armies. He sees Vadim and starts running to him, looking left and right in case any undead appear*
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*Emtile was moved into the puppent state of Manchukuo occupied by Japan as part of Manchuria. Which had been lost since the outbreak had started. He lost all his men, as well as his rifle in the process of escaping into Manchuria. He saw a Russian and an approaching American in the distance*
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Vadim was walking through the streets, which were undwr heavy watch by allied forces and axis trrop remnantd which made a hasty alliance to protect the small Manchruian two the three were currently in. The air was masked by the distant screams of a medical encampment while the pungent scent of dried blood seemed to tinge the air. Vadim sooned regained his bearings and sensed two people approaching. A Imperial Japanese soldier and a (what he assumed atleast) American Marine. In a swift move he drew his pistol as a way of telling these potential enemies that he was willing and ready to defend himself
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*Wilco raises his hands in surrender and falls over, clutching a wound on his chest, groaning in pain*
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Vadim yelled loudly "Don't move or I'll shoot!"
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"How can I **censor** move if I'm wounded!?" *Wilco yelled out as he struggled to try and get to his feet, before falling back down and screaming in pain*
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Name: Valentina Rasputya Berkov
Nationality: Russian
Military or Civilian: Conscript
Age: 20
Height: 5' 5''
Weaponry: Mosin Nagant Model 1891 w/ rifle scope, Model 1895 Nagant Revolver, entrenching shovel.
Clothing: Tan fatigues of the red army, simple rifleman's cap, carries a canvas cloak in her sidor backpack. Though usually barefoot, she currently has half-destroyed boots on.
((How's it?))
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*Emtile finds that the American is in pain and raises his pistol finger tightening around the trigger, but then he sees a zombie approaching him. Making a split decision, he shot the zombie in the head and ran over to help the soldier*
"Are you alright, G.I?"
*sees the Russian and raises his pistol*
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*shakes head and whimpers in pain*
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*nods while looking at the ruissan*
"Stand down, Spetsnaz."
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Vadim lowered his gun and sighed
Post Merge: February 28, 2018, 11:50:16 PM
Name: Valentina Rasputya Berkov
Nationality: Russian
Military or Civilian: Conscript
Age: 20
Height: 5' 5''
Weaponry: Mosin Nagant Model 1891 w/ rifle scope, Model 1895 Nagant Revolver, entrenching shovel.
Clothing: Tan fatigues of the red army, simple rifleman's cap, carries a canvas cloak in her sidor backpack. Though usually barefoot, she currently has half-destroyed boots on.
((How's it?))
Post Merge: February 28, 2018, 11:51:13 PM
((You are in, Ray))
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*Emtile puts his gun in his holster*
"Come on, let's help the American up." *takes the soldier up by the arm*
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Valentina sat at her post near the communications building, keeping an eye out for either survivors or the hordes. Her ears twitched as Vadim’s voice reached her. She stood and turned, head tilted in confusion. “Vadim?! Everything okay?”
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"yYes, Just dealing with an American.."Vadim said while helping hm up
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Valentina shook her head, checked her rifle, and clambered down to Vadim’s side. When she spotted the Japanese soldier, she leveled off the rifle at him with a shout. “Hey! Paws on your head!”
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*Confuzed, Emtile slowly let go of the soldier and placed his hands behind his head*
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Vadim took out his pistol and Aimed at Emtile "Don't try anything"
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*stays still* "I thought we were good with each other now?"
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*Wilco shudders and coughs up blood* Help... Me...
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"Look, we can't fight right now we need to help him. He's hurt!" *Emtile says slowly lowering his hands*
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Valentina's brow furrowed as she glared at the Japanese soldier, before slinging her rifle and kneeling next to Wlico. "You win this round, Japan...American, what hit you?" She asked as she rolled Wilco onto his shoulder, and checked for an exit wound.
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*Wilco shudders* The Undead Nazi... They killed my squad... I got out alone... but I was slashed by one... *He says before coughing*
(Basically, when his squad was attacked, he got out by playing dead, but as he escaped, he got attacked by one, who slashed him deeply on the side before he killed it and ran to here)
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Valentina shook her head as she drew out her bandages. “Our comrades will take care of you, but if you show any sign of infection and we won’t hesitate to dispose of you.” She sighed as she started removing Wilco’s shirt.
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*Wilco nods, before passing out from blood loss and exhaustion*
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*Emtile paces around, having a little radio in his hand. He attempts to get a signal, but fails as all he gets is static. He chucks the radio clearly frustrated*
"The American okay?" *Kneels down besides him*
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"He'll make it," Valentina said. "But I'm not sure if he's infected. But..." She patted her rifle for effect, "that's what the rifle's for." She turned to Vadim and whispered quietly. "Do we even have the supplies?"
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*Emtile shakes his head. He hears a zombie approach and shoots it.*
"Whatever the case. I feel we could form some sort of alliance if only temporarily. At least until we survive this.."
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*As Valentina lifts Wilco's shirt, she sees a large gash through his fur on his left side, blood trickling through his fur*
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Valentina sighed and started bandaging Wilco's wound. "Can't believe we're wasting resources on a capitalist Yankee." She shook her head, tightening the bandage non-too-gently. After a few moments the wound was bandaged.
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*continues to shoot zombies that pop up*
*American okay?" *reloads*
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"He'll make it," Valentina said. "But I'm not sure if he's infected. But..." She patted her rifle for effect, "that's what the rifle's for." She turned to Vadim and whispered quietly. "Do we even have the supplies?"
"I got what I could, I found my back against the Volga and in the panic some of it was lost when they overran the T-34. Luckily I managed to get what I could food-wise and ammo-wise. I just hope we can make it to Moscow before Machuria falls" He holstered his Tokarev and grabbed the sack off his shoulder before holding ut as a way to tell Valentina to grab it
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Valentina shook her head in despair. "We need a car. Any of those American half-tracks make it out here?" She nodded at Wilco. "With him being unconscious and wounded, I don't know if he'll make it."
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*Wilco stirs and wakes up* Ow...
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*nuges Ray*
"He's awake"
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Valentina, sighing heavily, stood slowly. “Well, Yankee lives, and we don’t have to carry him. Maybe we can make it to Moscow.” She then sat on the ground and checked her boots. Several holes had popped up in the soles, caused by days and days of marching. Valentina sighed again. “We need to move. Vadim, you are superior rank, yes?”
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"Well, I was a Commissar... My unit was Massacred by the dead though and I haven't been reassigned" Vadim said as he examined her boots before sighing and starting to think "I don't think there were any halftracks. There were some civilian cars. They were empty but it should have some juice in them"
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"Well, we better move soon. Look."
*points to a little crowd of undead slowly approaching.*
"And for the record, it wasn't me."
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*Wilco stands up and staggers, drawing his 1911 and clutching the bandage* I'm...fine... *waits for the two russians to get moving, after all, he never leaves anyone behind*
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Valentina looked to where the Japanese soldier pointed. “I guess the cars will have to do...I wonder where our tanks are. Punch us a line all the way to Moscow.” She chuckled and stood up. “Give the order, Commissar.”
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"Well, Let's get moving to the main street. there shouldn't be that many undead fascists on the way"
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"Right.." *emtile put his gun back and was ready to follow them*
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*Wilco staggered, ready to move* "Are we going or not?"
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*emtile looks at the g.i, concern growing* "do you need assistance?"
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*Wilco shakes his head* I'm... Fine... *He pants, obviously not fine*
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*supports the soldier* "No, you're not. Come on I'll help you."
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"Thanks." He says as he leans on the Jap.
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Valentina shouldered her rifle and pushed ahead of the group. She maneuvered around the decrepit streets and piles of rubble, quickly braining any corpses that seemed to lively with the entrenching shovel she carried. Though quick on her feet, she always stayed within earshot and in line of sight of Vadim.
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*Emtile walks a little ways until he reaches a bench, feeling sore and it being in clear sight of the other two, he decides gently lower the the wounded Soldier onto bench, sitting next to him*
"Ugh, I've never understood how the undead could walk for miles without tiring. Anyway we might as well get to know eachother a bit as we could literally die at any moment whether it be the undead or the two Russians who i think still want to kill me." *He chuckles and reaches out for a handshake.* "My name is Emtile."
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"I'm Wilco." He replies softly, grunting in pain. "Goddam zombies..."
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"Nice to meet you Wilco. Are you sure you're alright?"
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Wilco grunts. "I'll be fine... Hopefully..."
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"Well, if you are okay then i trust you. Even if its temporary." *Emtile pats Wilco on the shoulder, he then takes out his water cantine and takes a sip. He offers it to Wilco*
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He accepts it and sips it. "So... We got 2 Soviets, a Banzai, as I call the Japenese now, and a capitalist. Not that bad a squad. But holy... I could use some vodka... Cyka Blyat..."
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*Emtile shoots a zombie off in the distance* "Maybe we should catch up with them since they're getting pretty far... Away?"
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"Yeah... We should..." Wilco starts walking after them.
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*Emtile follows*