The Storm [RP] [NOT GDTRP] [POST APOC/ZOMBIE]

Refugee is basically this:
NOTE: STORY IS MADE UP. THESE WARS MIGHT’VE OCCURED IN HISTORY, BUT THEY ARE NOT HAPPENING RIGHT NOW, OR IN THE STORY.
It all started when the nukes were brought out. Half those :green_heart: idiots just thought it might be a good idea. There was war going on. Russia, against Germany. Germany was against Japan. Japan was against Iraq. Iraq was against the US. The remaining countries were just caught in the crossfire. They started launching, not much could’ve been done but to get the citizens into the bomb shelters. Not all of them made it in time. I did. After a few years of living off of military rations, and living like a soldier, a few people noticed the land was habitable again. We started colonization. Sure, it was hard to restart, but we had to. For the sake of humanity.

Our second mistake? Trying to cure the disease. We didn’t know what it was called, so we called it simply ‘The Disease’. The disease was basically just someone’s attempt on making the world a better place, and at the time, it could actually do good. If you’re wondering what happened to it, radiation happened to it. We were all desperate for medicine but no one knew what it did, until a young boy - not sure of his name, but he stepped up and decided to test it out.

The effects were terrible. Almost everything we did to him was effortless. The only way we managed to get him off of us was by hitting him in the side of the head with a wrench, and start hitting him until he stops moving. The kid, though… probably around 13, or 14, I don’t know. He started becoming cannibalistic. That kid, though, no one knew who he was. Literally, it was as if he just stepped out of nowhere. Or we just didn’t notice him.

Fast forward a few years. The Disease is all around Canada, the US, and Southern America. (Mexico, Brazil, etc.) People have gotten access to all around, and more and more camps are popping up each year. Although, every year, it seems more and more are being destroyed by those things. Those caniballistic :green_heart:.

Fast forward a few more years. Now, not only is it in Canada, the US, Southern America, it’s reached all the way to :green_heart: Russia. How the hell does it even get there? I can’t even answer that. It’s like it popped up out of nowhere. Kinda like the kid… Russia just got hit, and like a storm, it swept through the rest of that place.

*Fast forward to now, where we’re sitting in small camps. They’ve renamed The Disease to The Storm, because, well, it swept through the :green_heart: world like a storm. Almost every day, people leave camp and don’t come back. But I might be leaving soon, and I want you to come with me. *

I hope that brief story I wrote and censored by myself was good enough to give you a brief description of the roleplay. It’s basically an RP where people have to, well, survive. Of course, I will be the GM, but I will also roleplay. When I’m posting as GM, the header will be [GM]. GM will give the chance for the following:

Positive effects
Found supplies, (will specify)
New colonist (NPC)
Transportation
Negative effects
Death
Bandit raid
The Storm raid

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get the next two things in place:

Rules:

**1. **Censor any swear words.
**2. **No adding things to inventory that are OP, and that you wouldn’t be able to carry.
eg; I grab a piece of the ship’s hull, and I carry it along with my hunting rifle, in the winter, and I am running from The Storm while shooting (zombies = storm) storm with my handgun. It’s simply unrealistic.
**3. ** State a list of inventory whenever you post.
**4. ** If you aren’t good at making things up, eg what you found on a looting trip, ask a GM to do it.
**5. ** Do not be unrealistic.
**6. ** Try to help new users.
**7. ** Keep it PG. (No sexual scenes, and no nudity.)

Creating a character:

Character Name:
Character Age:
Appereance (picture works.):
History:
Anything else:

That’s the application.

Lastly,

GMs:

If you’d like to be a GM, please ask in a PM, help the community, and follow the rules. It’ll help a lot. Also, no maxing out your character just because you’re a GM. It’s generally unfair.

apljee

Thanks for looking at the topic, and I hope you join the RP.
Austin

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(I’m the person that was narrating the story, btw.)

Character Name: John Daley
Character Age: 39
Appereance: John has slight grays on his hair, and only at the sides. He has dark brown hair. His beard is somewhat trimmed, to the point where he last trimmed it was around 2 or 3 months ago. He normally has dirt on his face, and is normally wearing a white male tank-top and a canvas hunting jacket. He has some blood, and dirt stains on it. He normally has a pair of green-camoflauge military pants with a high storage capacity for smaller items. He has black boots on. On his back, he has a .22 caliber hunting rifle, along with 8 or 9 bullets strapped to his belt. He has a small tactical knife on the side of his belt.
History: See the story at the start of the topic.
Anything esle: #yolo

Poor @Charlie!

Why is @Charlie poor?

Because she has to handle these RP topics, which always end up badly :smile:

Well, this one is generally different then a GDTRP. I hope that this one doesn’t end badly and if things start taking a turn for the worse, I’ll just end up making a request to close it before anything bad can happen. Did you like the story I wrote? :wink:

Well here’s my application…

Name: Peter Rain
Character Age: 23
Appearance: Not all that muscular but decent endurance and a will to move on. Some faded pair of jeans and a striped (not stripped) shirt. He loves his jean jacket that he’s had for forever; pockets to carry items and it does make for a good blanket. His hair is always messed up no matter how hard he tries to fix it up with whatever materials are lying around. Speaking of that, his hair is a lighter brown. Due to all his failed attempts, he usually wears a baseball cap. He also carries a backpack filled with an extra set of clothes, some tools, a knife and compass. He also carries around a S&W M&P 40 with him with an extra clip.
History: Not really much known or to say about him… He likes his gun and he doesn’t really like using his knife other than for cutting his cooked food. Being a kid during this whole infestation, there’s not much of a childhood he had to talk about and just hopes for this “Storm” to die out and do all the things he was told about from before the Storm… Eating at fast food restaurants, learning how to play baseball and just being able to walk outside without having to worry about anything.
Anything Else: Hope ya like it!

Accepted. :wink: You can live alone, or with a group. Maybe you can be live in a little party with my character.

Yay! And I’d prefer not going alone.

((@MrRain OK.))
((BTW, We use DD/MM/YY, just to be correct.))
11/12/2031
John Daley

I finish packing up my small sleeping bad, and anything else I might have at this small camp. I think I’m in the Nevada area, judging by the (somewhat) bright lights I can see in the distance that still remain on. “Most lights should be out, but the lucky few got power kept on.” I think to myself. I noticed some bear trails, and decided to head along that area. I ready my .22 Caliber hunting rifle, loading up a bullet. I follow the trail carefully yet cautiously, aware for a trap. I notice the bear then.

I ready the shot, lining up both the distance and the wind speed for a great shot, pulling the trigger. The bullet soars through the sky, hitting the bear right in the side of the gut, the bear making a large roar before heading towards me. I grab out my tactical knife, simply taping it to the end of my gun in attempt to make a makeshift bayonet. I soon after load it up with a bullet. The bear charges swiftly towards me, and that’s where I make my mark. I stab it right in the right side of his, (or her) neck, finishing him (or her) off with a clean shot to the head.

Quickly after, I begin skinning the bear with the knife, after I ripped it out from the bears’ neck. I quickly take what I can and move on, only noticing the tracks of a man wandering through the woods. “The snow has an eye for me, today.” I mutter.

Question: Is this a zombie/nuclear outbreak or am I a bit off?

post apocalyptic zombie rpg

11/22/2031
Peter Rain

Looking around camp today, I noticed a man walk out, possibly hunting… pulls up his cap and brushes his cursed hair back I think I might just follow him. i grabbed a few items with me, my knife, my gun, my extra clip, loaded up and ready to go, some clothes just in case and couple water bottles. I look around the camp, no one seems to be paying much attention, well the ones who are outside anyways.

As I look back to search for the man, he’s gone out quite a ways. I suppose it’s for the better that I’m not right on him. I start walking towards him at his pace so I stay at a distance. I saw the man stop and look down at the path then veered off course. I decided to take a short cut through the woods. I got slightly lost until I heard a gun shot. I then made way through the dead trees to find a man fighting a bear. It seemed the bear lost and I would too if he spots me. I move along the treeline and found a small rut to get into, just out of sight.
I close my eyes for a brief moment, breathing in the air and calming myself down.

11/12/2031
John Daley

I curse silently as the tracks go into a large area of thick trees, where there is most likely bandit camps, and other hazards. I begin to head back. “Wait a minute…” I turn around, almost sprinting back, to the bear. I notice another pair of footprints that didn’t seem like I noticed before, and I decided to follow them. I scan the area for any signs of life, human or storm. I notice a rather strange man thats looking towards me.

“What’s your name, and where are you from?” I ask him. God, I hope this guy isn’t a bandit like the last one. Maybe he’s just a guy from camp. Maybe he won’t care that I’m deserting. Maybe if he knows the reason… I think to myself. “Are you from the camp?”

((Some more people should join, you don’t have to be in our little camp-thing. For all I care, you could be in a Russian Prison, as long as your actions don’t interfere with what we’re doing. e.g I say hello to somone and you say hello to me, it’d just be wierd.))

((Not very descriptive and there is room for improvement. Also, that #YOLO part isn’t worth putting. By the history of this RP, when the nuclear fallout first hit, it was 2011. That means that when you were born. or after that or about 1 - 3 years after you were born, the nuclear bombs were launched. About 4 to 8 years after that, the outbreak happened. By your logic, you got a college degree in the middle of a zombie outbreak and after a nuclear fallout occured. If you want anymore tips, such as knowing the storms weaknesses and strengths, which isn’t possible, because the list is infinite- each storm is different from the other one. Anyways, just PM if you want to have some help on making a character, and RP tips. IMO, It’s denied for now. ))

((last post of the night))
11/21/2031
Peter Rain
I open my eyes as I hear the steps of someone coming towards me. I look up and see the man who was wrestling with the bear. I heard him ask me a few questions then I slowly replied “I’m… I am from camp. I saw you leave from it and fight that bear…”

Wait, she?
Really?

Name: Resinex
Age: 13
Appearance: Blonde hair, blue eyes, not very well built… Never found with out a knife of some sort on him, wears loose jeans and a Canadian Jacket ((The ones that woodcutters often wear ;P)) and has a utility belt rapped around his shoulder so he can store things. Also carries a small camping rucksack
History: Not much none about history, suffered amnesia due to The Disease ((Is it aloud that my character came over the disease? Or would he have turned into one immediately? If so, I could add zombie like characteristics to him?)) He is desperately searching for answers on who he is. All that is known is that he is very handy with knifes…

Well, i don’t usually say :green_heart:, but in this case, i will… a lot.

Also, can you include female characters here?