11/6/2013 7:56:05 PM
BAH, no further interest. Placeholder until I reply with the next one, haven't forgotten! just wanted to give it a while to see if anyone else jumped on board.Posted in: Roleplaying
11/3/2013 3:26:09 PM
1) As was pointed out before, no more monologues. Why was it necessary to have them constantly taunting us and screaming at us? The constant contact between the player and the villain cheapened the final encounters, since we'd already talked to them on the telephone for a solid 2 hours. Diablo 2 never showed us the enemy until we were thrown into the final encounter with them, and it felt quite climactic. In D3, they pestered us every step of the way.Posted in: Lore & Storyline
2) WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT, they felt like villains straight out of saturday morning cartoons. How many times was a line similar to "OH I ACTUALLY DIDN'T NEED THAT PART OF MY PLAN WHICH YOU JUST DESTROYED, HERE IS WHAT I WILL DO NEXT BRO!" uttered? Always telling us plans, always taunting us when we defeated said plans.
3) Cain just kinda expired. No big sad death scene, he just croaked in a shitty old wooden shed. That was not a death scene befitting one of (if not the) most important characters in the entire series.
4) Act 2, oh lawd, act 2. They tried to keep the villain secret, but failed quite horribly. And don't even get me started on Zoltun. Laughing maniacally every time he disappeared, who would have ever assumed he was going to betray us? Why did Blizzard make a character who was supposed to be helping us insanely laugh whenever he disappeared in a puff of smoke?
I'm sure I'll think of more complaints....
11/3/2013 11:50:03 AM
Oh lawdy, minecraft and terraria players hate each other then, I assume?Posted in: Off-Topic
11/3/2013 10:03:47 AM
You decide to go search for supplies to the north, to keep as far away from the two local gangs as possible. You just hope that they haven't moved into the strip mall since you last heard of them.Posted in: Roleplaying
You clamber through alleyways and back streets to avoid being seen, easily dispatching the few risen that shuffle into the empty walkways. The few that you do find were either elderly or obese before the catastrophe, and offer little challenge to dispose of. You find one who was obviously a tourist, sporting a polaroid camera. I wonder if it still works? You ponder as you pick it up, point it at yourself, and hit the flash.
The blinding light is your answer, and a picture is soon dispensed. You flap the picture in the breeze to develop it before turning it over to see the first picture of yourself in months.
John Mandus, you are one attractive man. You think to yourself as you note your unwashed face. I'll have to find some water and fix this up soon, I look disgusting.
You toss the camera aside as you begin walking again, and you arrive at the strip mall before the sun reaches its full height in the sky. Several risen have gathered inside of the pet store, though the rest of the area is uncharacteristically empty. You quickly figure out why when you note the sheer volume of dead littering the ground, bullet casings scattered amongst them. When did this happen? I would have heard gunshots if this was recent....
You decide to proceed cautiously, and with a cursory look around the premise, note that very little has changed since you had last been here. Each of the stores still stands, and you notice a hardware store and an old sushi bar that you had not previously noted.
What do you do?
11/3/2013 9:24:47 AM
Lol, this one will be pretty simply. Just say what to do, and I type out something that passes as a storyline.Posted in: Off-Topic
Quite thrilled for it TBH. Love how they're removing the auction house. Think Blizz finally realized that it killed the game for a lot of the old hardcore crowd.
Oh sheeit, Terraria looked fun as hell. If you guys ever get a minecraft server going, gimme a heads up.
11/3/2013 9:11:59 AM
Lol, sadly this is way less of a "hurr I have returned" thread since one already exists.Posted in: Introduction
Totally a shameless plug for the roleplaying forum. God it needs some lovin.
11/3/2013 8:31:18 AM
So now that I've gotten that out of my system, how has Dfans been with the expansion announcement? Anyone returning?Posted in: Off-Topic
Edit: NEW PAGE MEANS NEW RP PLUG. Go play it. Roleplaying forum.
11/3/2013 8:11:17 AM
So a while back I returned with the intention of starting up another roleplaying game, and then immediately got my ass kicked by midterms and assorted essay funtimes.Posted in: Introduction
And now I'm back with another shameless plug for that barren forum, the roleplaying forum!
Get your asses over there and take part in the choose your own adventure I am running, the roleplaying forum is a sad old man who wants all of our attention and love.
11/3/2013 8:08:10 AM
A scraping sound rouses you from your sleep, stealing what few hours of rest you are able to get these days.Posted in: Roleplaying
You know what it is, you don't kid yourself. Unlike those who died in the early days of the catastrophe, you've been able to easily cope with the changing conditions. What that says about your personality, you'd rather not know. You chuckle at this realization.
The scraping continues as you are lost in thought, getting progressively louder and more violent. Do they know I'm in here? You ask yourself, wondering if your hiding place wasn't quite as secure as you had thought. You shift around in the trunk of the old battered car, reading yourself to attack if their rotting brains somehow remember how to work a handle. Thank god they're dumb you think to yourself, silently drawing your knife. You give your sidearm a loving pat, a habit you've gotten into whenever you decide not to use it.
The scraping abruptly stops. Silence outside. No shuffling, no moaning, no anything. Several minutes pass before an ear splitting howl sounds directly outside of the trunk, and the monster sprints off. You wait what you think is an hour before popping open the trunk. Nothing outside, the coast is clear.
You scamper out of the trunk, back into the desecrated cityscape of downtown Miami. You are immediately greeted by the warm sun, which sits at the 11 O'clock position in the sky. You note this, and figure that you have time to scavenge for supplies today. While the city was picked over in the early days, much of the population was wiped out and there are countless abandoned houses, stores, and hotels that still hide supplies for the inquisitive survivor.
You quickly sheathe your knife, and give your Glock another loving pat on the handle. You sling your old Kalashnikov over your shoulder, thanking the sturdy Russian engineering for keeping it in working condition even though you haven't found ammunition in weeks. Your backpack is last, and you do a routine check to ensure that you have everything.
Food, 5 days
Cast iron pan
2 lighters, one partially full
11 meters of rope
5 metal spikes
28 9mm rounds.
First-aid kit, complete with antibiotics
With everything intact and accounted for, you quickly brush your tangled brown hair, readjust your leather jacket, shoulder your backpack, and survey the area around you for any good locations. You are in the downtown core, which is largely abandoned. You see several zombies in the distance, but they don't seem to take note of your presence. Eyes must have rotted out by now, I'll be sure to be quiet around those ones if I can you think to yourself. You've had to get physical with the risen several times in the past, thanking the nature of the virus each time you have been bitten. From what you've figured, the virus only activates upon the death of the infected. Sadly, this means that you are an unwilling carrier waiting to expire from natural, or blunt-force causes.
To the north is an old strip mall with several stores. Most stores of note have had their windows smashed out, such as the gun shop, mini grocer, and sporting goods store. The pet store, health foods store, and hardware store seem relatively untouched, though the doors are missing from each.
To the west is the police station and the jail, you have a feeling that it will be picked clean, but you may find places that have not yet been touched.
To the south is an old apartment complex. 7 stories high is all you can note from this distance, you have no idea how many apartments are on each floor.
You do not know what is to the east.
Of the various local factions, you know that the police station used to be the home of the gang of lawmakers that frequented this area. You haven't heard much of them since arriving in Miami, though it has only been 2 weeks since you got here.
You know that a small gang of raiders makes their home somewhere in the suburbs past the apartment complex, and you have heard estimates of their gang being 4-8 in size from other passing survivors; the honest wastelanders often pass information whenever possible.
What do you do?
11/3/2013 8:03:53 AM
SHAMELESS ROLEPLAYING PLUG, IT'S GOING DOWN.Posted in: Off-Topic
GO BE COOL.
edit" GET BACK HERE JAMOOSE, I SAW YOU VIEWING THIS THREAD. DON'T DO THIS TO ME.
editedit: For any of you disgusting unwashed guests reading this, go make an account, and then go to the roleplaying forum. You want to participate in this, don't you?
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