Doomsday: Hell on Earth

[Gabag]

In 2045, Humanity has already left the confines of his homeworld, Earth. The UAC, the now dominant force on Earth, has established colonies and research stations on Mars and both her moons.
Experimentation is teleportation technology has led to the worst discover of human kind. That of Hell. With the accidental opening of Hell, the demons rushed through the experimental portals and easily took over Mars and her moons. Six hours have passed since David Tavor entered and battled the demons with grim determination and a barrel of hot lead.

Six hours ago. Now it seems like years... Soon after taking over Mars, the Demons have prepared gateways to open up in every corner of Earth. They succeeded, and horrible abominations and monsters rushed outwards, crushing most human opposition, except for the odd survivor.  The world's remaining leaders have forumlated a plan of escape from the hell Earth had become.
A Starport, housing great ships of Martian origion, has been located, unfortunately the demons took control over it. In a last ditch attempt to escape, Humanity has thrown all its forces at the starport, with David Tavor, successful in liberating Mars, in leading the effort.

However thats 5 days in the future. Right now David is in Paris France, after slaying the Mastermind of the Mars invasion, he stepped through the hellgate only to end up in France, seeing it devastated by creatures of all shapes and sizes. His objective as of this moment is to regroup of survivors of any kind and to attempt a resitance.

You are one of these survivors, in France, be you a tourist or a military soldier. The jaws of Hell are closing in, and only you can create your own fate in life.

Good luck!

(posting begins now, make an intro post based on your bios)

[Artemis]

His vision blurry Regret crawled over to one of the medics.  His leg may have been patched up, but he still needed something to be able to make it useful again.  Grabbing a few sturdy sticks, and some bandages for wrapping, he made himself a makeshift brace that would help support his body weight.  Still sitting next to one of the dead medics, he searched for a useful weapon.  Scanning the area around him, it seems as if that giant skeletal thing with rocket launchers had pretty much destroyed everything.  Including rifles, and other such weapons.  Unbelievably enough, Regret found a USP .45 in the coat of the medic, and after searching around in the medic's bag (he found a small medkit and some clips, along with morphine, and other similar drugs) he decided to just take it.

Now with a bag on his back, and pistol in hand, Regret limped his way into Paris, in search of more professional aid.

[Entaru]

From his base in Hell, Cyberdaemon watches the planet slowly burn as his minions lay it to waste.  Nothing could stop him now.

((If you didn't notice, I will be playing Cyberdaemon and his stronger cronies.  Don't worry about the "Nothing can stop him" bit, he's just cocky))

[Gabag]

"WHOOOO HOOO YEA! Finally out of that hellhole, and finally back to Earth, HELLO ADORING.....  fans!?" Said David.
Honestly when he got out of hell he expected welcome arms for saving everyone and killing the monsters from hell.

His fantasy could not be further from the truth. As he looked... Paris was burning, screams were carried by the winds, and worst of all... ALL HIS GUNS JUST VANISHED FROM THIN AIR, except for a pistol.

"NOT AGAIN!" He yelled while falling to his knees.

[Self-sain]

"We are over pairs now sir" a pilot says "Good we should be able to land in a few hours" a short stocky man says. He walks up to a bat and he puts his hand on his shoulder "Don't worry even with the invasion you'll still be able to pay" he says this as he laghes away. "sir theres something else in the air" the pilot says as the short man races towards the cock pit. "What the hell do you mean theres something else in the air"
as he yells this the plane shakes and red lights began to flash "What the hell was that, private control your plane" the man falls back as the plane starts to nose dive. "I'm trying sir the planes its not responding" the plane contines its fall towards the ground until it crashes into the land. There is an explosion and objects fly threw the air.

"What the hell" the air is thick with debri i cant see any thing around me. I get up as my leg screams in pain, i fell the blood rush down it "crap ug" i pull a piece of fiber glass out of it and hold my hand against it "ugg i guess it could be a lot worse". I hear a loud cry and i look up and i see some flying creature, it lets out a loud cry that freezes my body with fear. What the heck is that, is that what took down the plane? The pilots hands falls down in front of me, apparently he wasn't as lucky his upperbody hangs from the mixture of metal and dabri. I remove his broken helmet from his dead corpse, and reach into his jacket to find a small combat knife.

[Armalite_]

The door was blown off its hinges. The fox hurried in, looking backwards in the direction he was heading while he unraveled the spool of wire. He waddled backwards through the building and around the corner into a living room. He sat down on the floor and pulled the keffiyeh scarf down from over his mouth. He looked over his shoulder just out the window where the enemy was setting the city ablaze. He looked back down at the small detonator in his lap. He cut the ends of the wire and wrapped the primer around the pins. He peeked out the window again, ducking back down when a demon rushed past. He pressed his lips together before he pushed down on the plunger. There was a low rumble of the ground followed by the sound of twisting metal. The Eiffel Tower landed in the square with a thunderous bang, instantly killing everything that was in its path. Spike looked out the window again. The levels of dust that had been thrown up in the square made it nearly impossible to see. His roadblock was complete...and so was his objective. "Ahh...I love the French." He laughed and stood up while tossing the detonator aside. He drew the M16 assault rifle that was on his back and made his way back out of the room and out the back door into a narrow alley. He pulled his scarf back over his mouth before he made his way down the path to regroup with his squad at the rendezvous. With only half a clip left, he would only shoot at what he could hit.

[Artemis]

Regret walked into Paris just in time to witness the Eiffel Tower fall to the ground.  He chuckled at the thought of how easily what man spends so much time to create, can be destroyed in so little time compared.  Suddenly, a zombie appeared, and began to rush Regret.  Or, what was rushing for a zombie.  Regret didn't waste anytime with making a headshot, but he quickly realized that more were drawn to the noise.  After removing a small group of them, he replaced the clip and limped on to the central Plaza, where he thought he might get some answers.

[Armalite_]

Spike froze at the sound of gunfire. He moved forward a foot and tipped over a crack in the floor causing him to knock over several garbage cans and other items some deemed as junk back when the world was perfect. He quickly got to his feet and rushed to the end of the alleyway. He noticed a figure in the middle of the road. It looked like a ghostly appearance of a wolf but he couldn't be sure. It was extemely hard to see through the cloud of dust that was yet to settle over the city. Spike aimed his rifle. "Freeze!...Arrêt!" He ordered after remembering he was in France.

[Artemis]

Regret froze instantly.  He may not have known what that A word meant but Freeze was always Freeze. "I speak English.  Not a speck of French though.", he said clear and loud enough for whoever was behind him to hear.  He put up his pistol hand to show what kind of weapon he was holding.  Just as he was about to say "you can come out now" his makeshift splint snapped, and he fell to the ground with a painful grunt.

[Armalite_]

Spike slowly lowered his weapon. He looked both ways down the road before jogging over to the stranger. "Sorry about that." He lowered his scarf to reveal his face. "Can't be too careful. I'm Pvt. Spike Miller, Second Rangers." He said looking down at the wolf whom he was now able to confirm as his previous assumption. He offered his hand to help the wolf to his feet. "You alright?"

[Artemis]

"I'm fine other than the broken leg.  I'm Specialist 'Regret' of the 99th Spec Ops Division."  Regret takes the Fox's hand and pulls himself up.  "Don't think I should bother trying to fix that", he says as he looks at the broken splint.  He does; however, decide to pick up the bandages for use later.  "Where ya headed?" he asks the Fox as he readies his pistol and looks off in the distance.

[Self-sain]

The sound of moaning  comes from with in the crash site and the bat is startled. He walks in the direction of the sound, he removes a large rock and sees the short stocky man. The man has a long pice of metal sticking out of his abdomen and he stops moaning with the site of the bat. "You have to help my siyan" the man finishes his sentence with some vigorous coughing and some blood Rand down the side of his mouth. "I'm sorry but theres nothing I can do for you.. I do this out of pitty" siyan pulled reached in the stocky mans jacket and pulls out a small pistol with one extra magazine. "Farewell" the sound of a gunshot pierces the air and siyan walks away. "Now I must find a way out of this hole and find some kind of meddical attention" siyan begans to clime when his leg gives and he falls right next to the dead man. He notices the dog tag hanging from the mans neck "this could be useful" he smiles as he rips the dog tag off and puts it around his own neck and his in his pocket.

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro was running for his life.
The NATO base had been overrun, his Captain had fallen to the... infection? Virus? Shiro couldn't tell. Now there were a couple of... zombies he guessed he could call them, chasing him. He had shot one in the heart, but it didn't seem to do much.
"Grrrr.... dammmit.... "
He jumped through the debris of a building, and took a few sharp turns. He waited in a crevace for a couple of minutes to be sure he had lost the zombies, when he heard a gunshot.
*More survivors maybe?* He moved towards the noise. After climbing into a large blast crater, he saw was  bat with a pistol hovering over a soldier who had been skewered into a wall.
*Either that is a zombie with a gun, or its another soldier. Better not take any chances.*
"FREEZE! By order of NATO, freeze or you will be shot!"

[Gabag]

David has heard the shot from far away easily, his facade through the underworld taught him to pay attention more. From where he stood, he could see a man being followed, by lots of zombies...

Jumping into action David ran after the zombie horde and fired a shot, hitting the wounded one in the head, and making the others turn their attention towards him.

[Armalite_]

"You sure are a sight for sore eyes." Spike looked down the road past all the crumbling buildings. His gaze switched back to Regret. "I'm heading two clicks eastward to regroup with my squad...I don't know how far I'll make it; I'm low on ammo." He said, shrugging the M16. The air was still while the faint booming sound of artillary was going off in the distance. Every so often, there was the low moan of the creatures that roamed the empty streets. Spike looked around and adjusted his tac vest that a few grenades and C4 were clinging to. "We need to move. Are you gonna tag along?" Spike asked while pulling his scarf back over his dust covered face.