Zombie Apocalypse - Revision history

Shadowlord48 at 23:17, 7 March 2011

Shadowlord48 — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 23:17:07 GMT

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-	<br> It's May 31st,2012.You are a 19-year old named Nathaniel Coen.You went to one of your friend's party.you got drunk.you fell asleep.You woke up,and you saw your friend with blood on his mouth there's a gun on the floor.What do you do?	+	<br> It's May 31st,2012.You are a 19-year old named Nathaniel Coen.You went to one of your friend's party.you got drunk.you fell asleep.You woke up,and you saw your friend with blood on his mouth.there's a gun on the floor.What do you do?
	*[[ZA/1\|Ask him"What the hell happened?".]]		*[[ZA/1\|Ask him"What the hell happened?".]]
	*[[ZA/2\|Grab the gun,and shoot him.]]		*[[ZA/2\|Grab the gun,and shoot him.]]

Shadowlord48 at 23:06, 7 March 2011

Shadowlord48 — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 23:06:08 GMT

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-	<br>It's May 31st,2012.You are a 19-year old named Nathaniel Coen.You went to one of your friend's party.you got drunk.you fell asleep.You woke up,and you saw your friend with blood on his mouth there's a gun on the floor.What do you do?	+	<br> It's May 31st,2012.You are a 19-year old named Nathaniel Coen.You went to one of your friend's party.you got drunk.you fell asleep.You woke up,and you saw your friend with blood on his mouth there's a gun on the floor.What do you do?
	*[[ZA/1\|Ask him"What the hell happened?".]]		*[[ZA/1\|Ask him"What the hell happened?".]]
	*[[ZA/2\|Grab the gun,and shoot him.]]		*[[ZA/2\|Grab the gun,and shoot him.]]

Shadowlord48 at 23:05, 7 March 2011

Shadowlord48 — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 23:05:41 GMT

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-	<br>It ~~is June 23rd~~, ~~2010~~. You are ~~John Wellshire,~~ a 19 year old~~, high standing, flat black haired office working bachelor living in the middle of the suburbs~~. ~~In short, you are the most average Joe in a large pile of Joes so abnormally plain that it brings a strange sensation of boredom at a mere overview of their lives.~~	+	<br>It's May 31st,2012.You are a 19-year old named Nathaniel Coen.You went to one of your friend's party.you got drunk.you fell asleep.You woke up,and you saw your friend with blood on his mouth there's a gun on the floor.What do you do?
-	~~<br>~~You ~~wake up~~ to stare down the red numbers embedded in your forgotten-to-be-set alarm clock. 7:47.”Shit…” The word is spoken as you exhale. Ten minutes later you are lucky enough to be in a better mood, however still far from content. Legs stretch, turn, and fall over your bedside as you finally get up.	+	*[[ZA/1\|Ask him"What the hell happened?".]]
-	<br>Your first mistake of the day was slamming the door to dreams just a little too late, and the second mistake was that, in your haste, you had no time to watch the television as you normally do on days unlike this. And according to the recent studies, your third mistake was trading in breakfast for a cup of coffee and a shower.	+	*[[ZA/2\|Grab the gun,and shoot him.]]
-	<br>After casual work wear is donned, you quickly get into your car and drive off. Not noticing the strange absence of people. And when you happen to see two people running just a little too frantically, your attention is soon pointed towards the newly turned-green light in an intersection that was left bare when you crossed it.	+	*[[ZA/3\|fall back to sleep.]]
-	~~<br>Finally, the grey station wagon draws near the complex you are almost late to enter. A crowd of about 100 people are gathered around the entrance.~~	+	*[[ZA/4\|Run out fast.]]
-	~~<br>The keys are left in the ignition, and the car left completely running as you angrily exit the vehicle to stare at~~ one of ~~the men. That particular man happens to turn around, but you don’t think he could have possibly noticed~~ your ~~glare beforehand~~. ~~He seems extremely pale faced, and his eyes are oddly out of focus. His hands slowly raise into an outstretched position, his mouth lets out a deep moan, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.~~	+
-	~~<br>Today is certainly not one of your best, so~~ you ~~react a little rashly~~. ~~“What the hell is wrong with~~ you~~?”, however you seen feel a little resentful, as the man might have down syndrome or some other handicap.~~	+
-	<br>But then another man turns toward you, he appears in the same condition as the last. Then another man, then another, then a women, before you know it seven people from the crowd are facing you, simplified hands outstretched. And they walk, they walk slow, and they walk towards you. Some let out moans.	+
-	<br>As you re enter the car and slam on the petal, two of the zombies are hit. The one on the drivers side falls to the ground, but retains signs of life… Err, undeadly-ness. The other clasps it’s hands to your hood. You ~~hit the brake and reverse, he falls to the ground. Both of the bodies are back~~ up ~~on their feet when you are backed away.~~	+
-	~~<br>You turn around and head straight home, almost forgetting to check the radio.~~	+
-	<br>“We might as well call them zombies…” Your fingers adjust the station. “The ones outside the station seem to have left. I remind our listeners that Channel 23 News is having extensive coverage of the issue, and ~~we encourage everyone to not attack the zombies unless you have no other choice.”~~	+
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-	~~<br>When~~ you ~~arrive at~~ your ~~home again, you turn the news~~ on ~~as you prepare yourself, gathering an antique dagger,~~ a ~~steak knife, and a crowbar. You don’t have any firearms. Of course you decide to put~~ on ~~one of your old biker jackets from high school~~. ~~It’s the zombie apocalypse, you need to~~ do ~~this stuff in style. Plus it gives~~ you ~~a place to put the dagger and knife, you carry the crowbar.~~	+
-	~~<br>The fridge door opens and your hand grabs the turkey sandwich you forgot to pack for lunch, it is zipped in a large plastic bag. You judge from the TV that the best thing to~~ do ~~is head towards the nearby bomb shelter, you know where it is and could walk there In less then two hours.~~	+
-	~~<br>You walk out the door, and are greeted by four zombies in the way of your car. Three males and one female.~~	+
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-	*[[ZA/1\|~~Attack~~ the ~~zombies~~.]]	+
-	*[[ZA/2\|~~Ignore zombies~~ and ~~try to enter car~~.]]	+
-	*[[ZA/3\|~~Pretend~~ to ~~be a zombie~~.]]	+
-	*[[ZA/4\|~~Walk instead of taking the car~~]]	+
	[[Category:Zombie Apocalypse]]		[[Category:Zombie Apocalypse]]

Mask man at 01:01, 1 July 2009

Mask man — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 01:01:26 GMT

Mask man at 00:57, 1 July 2009

Mask man — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 00:57:08 GMT

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	*[[ZA/3\|Pretend to be a zombie.]]		*[[ZA/3\|Pretend to be a zombie.]]
	*[[ZA/4\|Walk instead of taking the car]]		*[[ZA/4\|Walk instead of taking the car]]
-	[[Category:Zombie Apocalypse}}	+	[[Category:Zombie Apocalypse]]

Mask man at 00:55, 1 July 2009

Mask man — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 00:55:34 GMT

New page

*Work in progress, I have all it planned out blah blah blah. Don't touch. The finished product will be put on the main page, It's a little useless to let it rest there like this.*

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It is June 23rd, 2010. You are John Wellshire, a 19 year old, high standing, flat black haired office working bachelor living in the middle of the suburbs. In short, you are the most average Joe in a large pile of Joes so abnormally plain that it brings a strange sensation of boredom at a mere overview of their lives.
You wake up to stare down the red numbers embedded in your forgotten-to-be-set alarm clock. 7:47.”Shit…” The word is spoken as you exhale. Ten minutes later you are lucky enough to be in a better mood, however still far from content. Legs stretch, turn, and fall over your bedside as you finally get up.
Your first mistake of the day was slamming the door to dreams just a little too late, and the second mistake was that, in your haste, you had no time to watch the television as you normally do on days unlike this. And according to the recent studies, your third mistake was trading in breakfast for a cup of coffee and a shower.
After casual work wear is donned, you quickly get into your car and drive off. Not noticing the strange absence of people. And when you happen to see two people running just a little too frantically, your attention is soon pointed towards the newly turned-green light in an intersection that was left bare when you crossed it.
Finally, the grey station wagon draws near the complex you are almost late to enter. A crowd of about 100 people are gathered around the entrance.
The keys are left in the ignition, and the car left completely running as you angrily exit the vehicle to stare at one of the men. That particular man happens to turn around, but you don’t think he could have possibly noticed your glare beforehand. He seems extremely pale faced, and his eyes are oddly out of focus. His hands slowly raise into an outstretched position, his mouth lets out a deep moan, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Today is certainly not one of your best, so you react a little rashly. “What the hell is wrong with you?”, however you seen feel a little resentful, as the man might have down syndrome or some other handicap.
But then another man turns toward you, he appears in the same condition as the last. Then another man, then another, then a women, before you know it seven people from the crowd are facing you, simplified hands outstretched. And they walk, they walk slow, and they walk towards you. Some let out moans.
As you re enter the car and slam on the petal, two of the zombies are hit. The one on the drivers side falls to the ground, but retains signs of life… Err, undeadly-ness. The other clasps it’s hands to your hood. You hit the brake and reverse, he falls to the ground. Both of the bodies are back up on their feet when you are backed away.
You turn around and head straight home, almost forgetting to check the radio.
“We might as well call them zombies…” Your fingers adjust the station. “The ones outside the station seem to have left. I remind our listeners that Channel 23 News is having extensive coverage of the issue, and we encourage everyone to not attack the zombies unless you have no other choice.”

When you arrive at your home again, you turn the news on as you prepare yourself, gathering an antique dagger, a steak knife, and a crowbar. You don’t have any firearms. Of course you decide to put on one of your old biker jackets from high school. It’s the zombie apocalypse, you need to do this stuff in style. Plus it gives you a place to put the dagger and knife, you carry the crowbar.
The fridge door opens and your hand grabs the turkey sandwich you forgot to pack for lunch, it is zipped in a large plastic bag. You judge from the TV that the best thing to do is head towards the nearby bomb shelter, you know where it is and could walk there In less then two hours.
You walk out the door, and are greeted by four zombies in the way of your car. Three males and one female.

*[[ZA/1|Attack the zombies.]]
*[[ZA/2|Ignore zombies and try to enter car.]]
*[[ZA/3|Pretend to be a zombie.]]
*[[ZA/4|Walk instead of taking the car]]
[[Category:Zombie Apocalypse}}

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-	It is June 23rd, 2010. You are John Wellshire, a 19 year old, high standing, flat black haired office working bachelor living in the middle of the suburbs. In short, you are the most average Joe in a large pile of Joes so abnormally plain that it brings a strange sensation of boredom at a mere overview of their lives.	+	<br>It is June 23rd, 2010. You are John Wellshire, a 19 year old, high standing, flat black haired office working bachelor living in the middle of the suburbs. In short, you are the most average Joe in a large pile of Joes so abnormally plain that it brings a strange sensation of boredom at a mere overview of their lives.
-	You wake up to stare down the red numbers embedded in your forgotten-to-be-set alarm clock. 7:47.”Shit…” The word is spoken as you exhale. Ten minutes later you are lucky enough to be in a better mood, however still far from content. Legs stretch, turn, and fall over your bedside as you finally get up.	+	<br>You wake up to stare down the red numbers embedded in your forgotten-to-be-set alarm clock. 7:47.”Shit…” The word is spoken as you exhale. Ten minutes later you are lucky enough to be in a better mood, however still far from content. Legs stretch, turn, and fall over your bedside as you finally get up.
-	Your first mistake of the day was slamming the door to dreams just a little too late, and the second mistake was that, in your haste, you had no time to watch the television as you normally do on days unlike this. And according to the recent studies, your third mistake was trading in breakfast for a cup of coffee and a shower.	+	<br>Your first mistake of the day was slamming the door to dreams just a little too late, and the second mistake was that, in your haste, you had no time to watch the television as you normally do on days unlike this. And according to the recent studies, your third mistake was trading in breakfast for a cup of coffee and a shower.
-	After casual work wear is donned, you quickly get into your car and drive off. Not noticing the strange absence of people. And when you happen to see two people running just a little too frantically, your attention is soon pointed towards the newly turned-green light in an intersection that was left bare when you crossed it.	+	<br>After casual work wear is donned, you quickly get into your car and drive off. Not noticing the strange absence of people. And when you happen to see two people running just a little too frantically, your attention is soon pointed towards the newly turned-green light in an intersection that was left bare when you crossed it.
-	Finally, the grey station wagon draws near the complex you are almost late to enter. A crowd of about 100 people are gathered around the entrance.	+	<br>Finally, the grey station wagon draws near the complex you are almost late to enter. A crowd of about 100 people are gathered around the entrance.
-	The keys are left in the ignition, and the car left completely running as you angrily exit the vehicle to stare at one of the men. That particular man happens to turn around, but you don’t think he could have possibly noticed your glare beforehand. He seems extremely pale faced, and his eyes are oddly out of focus. His hands slowly raise into an outstretched position, his mouth lets out a deep moan, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.	+	<br>The keys are left in the ignition, and the car left completely running as you angrily exit the vehicle to stare at one of the men. That particular man happens to turn around, but you don’t think he could have possibly noticed your glare beforehand. He seems extremely pale faced, and his eyes are oddly out of focus. His hands slowly raise into an outstretched position, his mouth lets out a deep moan, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.
-	Today is certainly not one of your best, so you react a little rashly. “What the hell is wrong with you?”, however you seen feel a little resentful, as the man might have down syndrome or some other handicap.	+	<br>Today is certainly not one of your best, so you react a little rashly. “What the hell is wrong with you?”, however you seen feel a little resentful, as the man might have down syndrome or some other handicap.
-	But then another man turns toward you, he appears in the same condition as the last. Then another man, then another, then a women, before you know it seven people from the crowd are facing you, simplified hands outstretched. And they walk, they walk slow, and they walk towards you. Some let out moans.	+	<br>But then another man turns toward you, he appears in the same condition as the last. Then another man, then another, then a women, before you know it seven people from the crowd are facing you, simplified hands outstretched. And they walk, they walk slow, and they walk towards you. Some let out moans.
-	As you re enter the car and slam on the petal, two of the zombies are hit. The one on the drivers side falls to the ground, but retains signs of life… Err, undeadly-ness. The other clasps it’s hands to your hood. You hit the brake and reverse, he falls to the ground. Both of the bodies are back up on their feet when you are backed away.	+	<br>As you re enter the car and slam on the petal, two of the zombies are hit. The one on the drivers side falls to the ground, but retains signs of life… Err, undeadly-ness. The other clasps it’s hands to your hood. You hit the brake and reverse, he falls to the ground. Both of the bodies are back up on their feet when you are backed away.
-	You turn around and head straight home, almost forgetting to check the radio.	+	<br>You turn around and head straight home, almost forgetting to check the radio.
-	“We might as well call them zombies…” Your fingers adjust the station. “The ones outside the station seem to have left. I remind our listeners that Channel 23 News is having extensive coverage of the issue, and we encourage everyone to not attack the zombies unless you have no other choice.”	+	<br>“We might as well call them zombies…” Your fingers adjust the station. “The ones outside the station seem to have left. I remind our listeners that Channel 23 News is having extensive coverage of the issue, and we encourage everyone to not attack the zombies unless you have no other choice.”

-	When you arrive at your home again, you turn the news on as you prepare yourself, gathering an antique dagger, a steak knife, and a crowbar. You don’t have any firearms. Of course you decide to put on one of your old biker jackets from high school. It’s the zombie apocalypse, you need to do this stuff in style. Plus it gives you a place to put the dagger and knife, you carry the crowbar.	+	<br>When you arrive at your home again, you turn the news on as you prepare yourself, gathering an antique dagger, a steak knife, and a crowbar. You don’t have any firearms. Of course you decide to put on one of your old biker jackets from high school. It’s the zombie apocalypse, you need to do this stuff in style. Plus it gives you a place to put the dagger and knife, you carry the crowbar.
-	The fridge door opens and your hand grabs the turkey sandwich you forgot to pack for lunch, it is zipped in a large plastic bag. You judge from the TV that the best thing to do is head towards the nearby bomb shelter, you know where it is and could walk there In less then two hours.	+	<br>The fridge door opens and your hand grabs the turkey sandwich you forgot to pack for lunch, it is zipped in a large plastic bag. You judge from the TV that the best thing to do is head towards the nearby bomb shelter, you know where it is and could walk there In less then two hours.
-	You walk out the door, and are greeted by four zombies in the way of your car. Three males and one female.	+	<br>You walk out the door, and are greeted by four zombies in the way of your car. Three males and one female.

	*[[ZA/1\|Attack the zombies.]]		*[[ZA/1\|Attack the zombies.]]