.chasm.
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Oh, America. I wish I could tell you that this was still America, but I've come to realize that you can't have a country without people. And there are no people here. No, my friends. This is now the United States of Zombieland.
What, whaddya know? Looks like we pushed America, probably the whole world, just that one bit too far, and it decided to bite back by giving us these undead freaks. These aren't just the slow, groaning monsters from late-night horror movies you watched when your parents weren't home. These are the real deal. They're fast, they're bloodythirsty, and they'll be willing to kill you if they get the chance.
Looks like you're one of the lucky ones. Maybe you had a secret gun somewhere, and you managed to pop a few into your neighbour-turned-dead-man-walking. Maybe you're counting on finding some survivors that can take care of you. Whatever, we don't really care. We all have to stick together now, right?
We don't go by first names. We go by the name of the town that we're headed for, where we want to go for our last bit of pleasure before we're eaten alive. We can't be getting too close in this world, can we? Not when one of us could die at any moment. There are other rules, rules that you need to follow if you want to live. We'll just have to see what they are along the way, won't we?
Well, you're briefed. You know what you're up against. You're ready. Oh, but one more thing.
Welcome to Zombieland.
What, whaddya know? Looks like we pushed America, probably the whole world, just that one bit too far, and it decided to bite back by giving us these undead freaks. These aren't just the slow, groaning monsters from late-night horror movies you watched when your parents weren't home. These are the real deal. They're fast, they're bloodythirsty, and they'll be willing to kill you if they get the chance.
Looks like you're one of the lucky ones. Maybe you had a secret gun somewhere, and you managed to pop a few into your neighbour-turned-dead-man-walking. Maybe you're counting on finding some survivors that can take care of you. Whatever, we don't really care. We all have to stick together now, right?
We don't go by first names. We go by the name of the town that we're headed for, where we want to go for our last bit of pleasure before we're eaten alive. We can't be getting too close in this world, can we? Not when one of us could die at any moment. There are other rules, rules that you need to follow if you want to live. We'll just have to see what they are along the way, won't we?
Well, you're briefed. You know what you're up against. You're ready. Oh, but one more thing.
Welcome to Zombieland.
Rules:
- Okay, I want people to be able to at least make a three line post in this RP. I haven't put it in the Seriously RP section because I'm not someone to expect novels for every post, but try your best.
- No, I repeat no Mary-Sues, Gary-Stus or any of their cousins. Also, if your character is revealed to be a kawaii, then you're out.
- Yes, this is a zombie RP. Yes, this will have guns, quite possibly death, and at least a bit of blood. But please, keep it PG-13.
- I know that the film this is based off swears and drops innuendos like there's no tomorrow. That doesn't mean this RP has to follow suit.
- Please don't use canon characters. I know I mentioned the rules, but our group can figure them out for themselves. Canon characters are no fun.
- I will approve your forms, and I reserve the right to kick you out if you break any of the rules.
- Yep, I'm lazy and I've just copied this from my last Zombieland RP. Oh well.
Form:
Nickname: (The name of the town you're headed towards)
Age:
Gender:
Looks:
Personality:
Weapons: (Keep it realistic. How many bazukas will you find in Zombieland America?)
Other:
Eh, I'll post my forms in a bit