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Nov 18, 2008 20:47:11 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Revenge on Nov 18, 2008 20:47:11 GMT -5
The wide open country. It ranges from tree dotted forests to wide open plains. But they are all home to scattered monsters, looking for a meal. Be careful when venturing here.
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May 8, 2010 18:11:06 GMT -5
Post by Dark Nomad on May 8, 2010 18:11:06 GMT -5
[Vargr starts in the Country in Germany] The sight of the other creature was nothing new. Just another abomination of what used to be a human or animal. The things didn't usually bother the pack of creatures Vargr lead, but this one was different all together. The creatures that usually roamed around here avoided Vargr and his pack so that way there would be no reason for Vargr to attack them. This creature seemed to be trying to attract Vargr's attention. It had walked right into the glade that the pack used to rest. It came right at Vargr and attempted to attack him. The creature stood about a foot taller than the seven and a half foot talk Vargr and it's long slimey tentacle smacked down right where Vargr had been standing. Vargr let out a growl before lunging at the disfigured moster. Vargr's claws sunk into the wet flesh of the creture. It seemed this was a fight for domination of the area. The creatures seemed to know that there was plenty of food in the area and surrounding areas and none seemed to be able to out do Vargr's pack. The tentacle arm of the creature wrapped around Vargr and ripped him off of the monster. Vargr went flying and slammed into a tree. Not dazed in the slightest Vargr stood up and jumped back at the creature. Biting, clawing, and punching feriously, it seemed Vargr was going to take this with ease. As Vargr fought the creature to the ground it started to go limp. Vargr let it go becaue it would work perfectly with the pack. The creature stood back up as if it was never attacked at all. The creature's head resembled that of a rat and a human. It started to bite at Vargr. Once it connected the bite seemed to burn and cause tons of pain for the wolf. The wolf started to fight harder trying to kill the creature, not giving him a chance to live to fight another day. As the glade started to be soaked in the black blood of the creature and the dark red of Vargr, the finishing blow was landed on the creature. As the creature layed on it's back choking up blood, Vargr ripped off it's head and stepping on it. The blood and brains of the creature oozing out underneith Vargr's foot. The hunt for tonight was still on in spite of this fight.
OOC: Please anyone join, human, creature, I don't care either way, just wish to RP with this creature with someone.
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May 10, 2010 17:13:45 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on May 10, 2010 17:13:45 GMT -5
It seems Matthew had made his way into the countryside of Western Germany. Wandering all the way from Ireland to a place like this was as much of a change as he could possibly make. There was a single road he was following- it wasn't paved, but he could tell by the recent marks that a caravan had passed by recently, and he was tracking the indention in the rock and soil. There were forests on either side of him, a bit further away from the road. The rolling hills continued in either direction- he was inexplicably and invariably in the middle of the wilderness by himself. He didn't want it any other way.
He was a bit of a loner now that the world had been thrown back into conflict once more, bringing him back to a time where he wasn't familiar with himself enough to survive- now, it seems he knows too much to be able to return to civilization; at least, not yet. He stopped, his sensitive ears picking up muffled rustling and sounds of violence within the forest surrounding him. He moved his right hand inside his jacket's left side, his thumb sliding over the holster and unsnapping a button. He wrapped his hand around the grip and pulled the weapon out- it was a 9in Stoeger sawn-off Double-Barreled Shotgun. He had found the actual coach shotgun quite a long time ago in a country house when he passed by Poland, and had sawn off the long barrel and stock in order to facilitate bringing the strong weapon with him. He brought it to his side, flipping the barrels down and moving his vision downward, checking the cache- it was loaded. He snapped the weapon upwards and tightened his grip, starting to move again, slowly and cautiously.
His dark green eyes wandered about, his brown hair pressed upwards and off his forehead- it was cut short, but not quite a buzz. There were two long scars from either side of his lips reaching a few inches from his ears on either side of his face, remnants of a story he'd like to forget. His brown cotton jacket fluttered in the wind for a moment before everything seemed to have went still, his black long sleeved shirt was unbuttoned and moved over his holsters underneath his armpits to conceal them. His dark gray t-shirt was tucked neatly underneath his dark khaki bandanna which was wrapped around his neck and tucked within his jacket's collar. His dark jeans, however, seemed to have seen more wear and tear than his upper body clothing: they seemed to be frayed on the ends and several holes dot the fabric leading down to his black combat boots, which smack the dry ground with each step, kicking up dust.
(OOC: I recommend glancing over Matthew's new 4.0 profile in "Accepted". No need to read the entire history, it's rather vast.)
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May 11, 2010 17:20:19 GMT -5
Post by Dark Nomad on May 11, 2010 17:20:19 GMT -5
The rumbling of the caravan was an unusual disturbance in the country side that was usually silent beside the casual noise of a creature. It instantly caught the attention of Vargr and he lead a few of the hunters after the loud rumbling of the trucks and the yelling of the soldiers. They would be a fine feast and also a thrilling hunt for the giant wolf and his monsters. The giant guns on the lead and back trucks would prove harmful is the monsters were exposed to the cannon fire for very long.
As the group of monsters closed in on the caravan, the soldiers opened fire on the closest monsters. They had not anticipated a group of creature to attack from behind, cutting down the numbers within seconds. The men never stood a chance. In the chaos, two of the trucks flipped over spilling packaged food onto the ground into the puddles of blood. Limbs and torsos littered the ground like everyday garbage on a city street. The monsters started to gather up the larger chunks of flesh to bring back to the whole pack.
After a few minutes of gathering of the limbs, Vargr picked up on a new scent. It was of the man walking toward them.
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May 11, 2010 20:21:48 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on May 11, 2010 20:21:48 GMT -5
In the silent countryside, the roar of an engine caught him off guard. He listened as it got closer, but quickly darted out of the way and moved into the forest's edge, watching as it passed by his previous position, heading into a remote passageway into the thick. He saw that the first truck had a mounted turret on it- big enough to be .50 caliber, and the one in the bed of the last one seemed like it was slightly smaller, but no less a threat. Matthew moved his shotgun to cradle in his hands as the truck passed- the men were shouting in German it seemed, but they didn't seem like military; too laid back. As soon as the caravan passed by him and went into the forest's canopy, Matthew quickly stood up and headed back onto the path, waiting a moment before it disappeared from sight before continuing in the direction it was headed- it could lead to civilization.
Soon after he lost track of the trucks, he heard gunfire and shouts of angry men. He quickly moved himself forward and began to jog around the bend until he could get a direct line of sight to the caravan- it was toppled over. There were animals attacking it from every angle, the men opening fire on the creatures. It wasn't until a stray bullet smacked into the dirt by his right foot that Matthew decided to lift his shotgun at the ready and move his hand to his hip to release the strap on his auto-revolver. He used his left hand to pull his bandanna up over the bottom half of his mouth and began to steadily breath slowly, the cloth stopping any sort of evaporated smoke from his hot breath reaching the cold air. He moved the shotgun forward and lifted it with his right hand, his left hand moving to unsheathe his machete, wielding that blade in his left and the sawed-off double barreled shotgun in his right, facing the monsters as two of them turned towards him, apparently smelling his scent. He left his left hand with the blade drop to his side and aimed the gun at the closest monster, searching for environmental hazards and probability of death.
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May 12, 2010 16:57:21 GMT -5
Post by Dark Nomad on May 12, 2010 16:57:21 GMT -5
The blast from the shotgun leveled the creature next to Vargr. Stunned by the fact that the monster next to him was killed by one blast of the shotgun, Vargr froze for a second. The other monsters turned to the sound of the gun and charged for it. Vargr regained focus and, being smarter than the rest of the monsters, let the pawns move first.
None of his pack have been killed by a human. Only other monsters have ever killed members of his pack. This outsider proved that he was a threat and probably going to be a thorn in Vargr's side. The roars of anger from the monsters fueled the moral of the pack. Now to see if they can kill this man. Vargr wasn't sure if there were more on the other side of the hill but soon enough he will find out.
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May 12, 2010 17:25:59 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on May 12, 2010 17:25:59 GMT -5
The right barrel from his shotgun smoked as the creature writhed from being struck by such a powerful blast (coach gun). Matthew moved his right index finger from the depressed second first trigger and slid it onto the second trigger, waiting until a second dire wolf charged at him and leaped at him. He waited until it was in mid-air before he lifted the barrel at the monster's center of mass and fired, quickly sliding to the left and dropping the shotgun as the monster slammed into the ground where he previously was, skidding a foot or two bleeding profusely from the shrapnel within the wound caused from a point-blank flechette round. His double barrel clanged to the ground as he moved his right hand to his hip and wrapped his hand around the grip of the Mateba Autorevolver and withdrew it from it's holster, lifting it forward and leading a second wolf as it made it's way towards him. He didn't want to kill it, but if it were to attack, he would have to put it down.
The first one that had charged him was starting to get back up. He backpedaled a few feet, his eyes trained forwards on the rest of the pack as his right hand moved to level the revolver with the recovering creature's skull. Without looking he squeezed the trigger, sending a .357 round into the monster's cranium, the round smashing into the dirt as it left the back of the creature's skull, spraying brain matter and gore onto the ground as it's body grew limp. Without having to manually move it, the cylinder rotated and the lever cocked back into place. Matthew lifted the machete with his left hand and rested it over his left shoulder, the revolver trained at the pack, not firing quite yet but having his finger on the trigger.
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May 12, 2010 17:54:53 GMT -5
Post by Dark Nomad on May 12, 2010 17:54:53 GMT -5
Seeing that two of his pack were shot dead was a shock to Vargr. With a quick bark the pack stopped attacking and filed around Vargr. Vargr walked close to the man and looked him in the eye. The man showed no fear at the sight of a pack of hungry and angry creatures. Vargr growled trying to find any form of fear but nothing showed. The man was made of steel and was ready for a fight. The man must have had the thought that he could kill them all. Vargr didn't think that the man could kill every creature in the pack.
Vargr turned around and started to go behind the pack. Once on the hill he gave the order in the form of a bark. The creatures understood and started to surround the man. The only thought that ran through their minds was to kill.
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May 12, 2010 19:00:26 GMT -5
Post by Eisenhorn on May 12, 2010 19:00:26 GMT -5
)(Jericho Arkady has entered Germany's Countryside)(
Jericho had been walking for some time, the plane he had arrived on having crashed nearby. Fool pilot had been infected and turned, sending the plane into a dive while trying to devour the co-pilot. He had managed to survive with minimul injuries, some bruises. He had spent an hour walking when the somewhat distant sound of gunfire caught his attention, and he sighed. Why he had ever thought of coming to Germany was beyond him, this place was a madhouse. The closest he could come to a legitimate reason was to liberate some firepower to sell, and by liberate, he meant steal what wasn't too heavy to drive out. While he unslung his MP5-A2, the irony that it was designed by the German company Heckler and Koch wasn't lost on him. The weapon was back where it was most likely produced, the country at any rate. He had no plans to be going after any of the H&K plants anytime soon. For all he knew, or cared, the weapon had been made in one of the US facilities. Off topic, there was gunfire and that meant potential trouble. He decided to scout it out and see if it was worth involving himself in.
Heading in the direction of the fire, while remaining cautious, he had the good fortune not to run into anything until he spotted where the fire had come from. Some male had gotten himself in a fight with a pack of things. He ran through the pros and cons of getting involved. Obviously, if these things killed the man they would be after him next as soon as they caught his scent. The man, even if he stepped in, might prove hostile and start shooting at him. He dropped to a crouch, training the MP5 on the nearest thing, steadying his breathing and aim. As soon as anything made moves to fire or attack he would fire on the thing, sending the 9mm rounds in tight single shots, rather then bursts. He had learned early on burst fire, let alone full automatic, wasted ammo. Stick to firing single shots, and that would keep accuracy and spread tight.
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May 12, 2010 19:02:42 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on May 12, 2010 19:02:42 GMT -5
Matthew kept his revolver trained on one of the pack members as they slowly began to encircle him. He moved the revolver down to his side and slid it into it's holster, watching the animals. He cautiously side-stepped over to his fallen weapon and bent down, locking eyes with the creature dead in front of him. As he bent over to retrieve the weapon with his free right hand, he heard grunts and a snort as a creature behind him took an opportunity to attack while his guard was down and leaped towards him. He quickly dropped his machete and grabbed the short-barreled shotgun and spun, crouching down and catching the monster's maw as it clamped down onto his shotgun, taking the momentum of the creature as it landed. He held it in place for a moment before pulled it behind him, rolling back as the monster was pulled on top of his body. Matthew moved his feet and pressed up on the monster's rib cage, rolling backwards and launching the creature behind him. He moved to stand as the creature hit the ground on it's side and rolled to stand. He quickly bent down to retrieve his machete and held it in his right hand, moving his left up and standing with bent knees. He moved the machete blade against the underside of his forearm and moving his left hand into a shield formation- an old Navy knife-fighting technique he had drilled into his brain.[/i]
"Come on.. "
He began to spin in a circle slowly, moving his arms as he went, making sure not to leave his behind too unguarded. He watched as one ran towards him. Matthew moved to the left and weaved, letting the creature pass by him as he moved the blade in an arc, dragging the machete across the back of it's neck while slapping it in the back as he pushed past it. He backed up until he broke the circle and was now against a tree with the circle in front of him, forming more of a crescent shape. He waited, bringing his machete in front of him as the one he had slashed began to growl, it's fur now wet with blood and his machete stained with crimson.
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SNAFÜ
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I'm gonna flank the hell outta you!
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May 12, 2010 21:39:34 GMT -5
Post by SNAFÜ on May 12, 2010 21:39:34 GMT -5
Viktor could not believe his terrible misfortune. First he barely survives the massacre that involved the Union and BU in moscow. Secondly having almost been eaten alive by a seemingly unstoppable wave of infected. Third having his transport shot down over germany only to join up with a PMC group tasked with delivering medical and foodstuffs to a nearby township, only to be ambushed by a pack of what looked like feral men with fur. It seemed to him like it was his destiny to be eaten by some fiendish creature. Enough with the introspection thought Viktor as he pulled himself up out from underneath the body of the driver that died trying to combat the threat. He pulled the mans weapon from his arms and grabbed the makeshift bandolier with four extra clips stuffed in the alloted pouches. Amongst the slaughter Viktor picked his way from the last truck where he was riding shotgun past the overturned middle transport, obliterating any creatures that dare rush him with the pilfered Saiga 12 shotgun. After several minutes of careful negotiation of the slaughter he made his way to the front jeep finding the gunners lower half slumped down on the floor of the vehicle. He threw the saiga onto the ground and shoved the gunners remaining half clear of the turret space.
"Kretén! Si se mnou?" (A-Hole! You mess with me?)
After screaming this vulgar battlecry Viktor lept up into the jeep and positioned himself behind the 50 caliber machine gun. With a menacing gleam in his eye he pulled back the slide and racked a round into the chamber. Upon compressing the firing mechanism Viktor would send fifty caliber chunks of death twoards the rest of the advancing creatures, raking back and forth with the high caliber mount.
"DIE! Zpátky do pekla s tebou!" (DIE! BACK TO HELL WITH YOU!)
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May 13, 2010 16:29:13 GMT -5
Post by Dark Nomad on May 13, 2010 16:29:13 GMT -5
Vargr had his attention on the one man surrounded by his pack when the yells from behing caught him off gaurd. Two of his pack had heard the man and tried to attack him when the gun fire was unleashed onto them. Vargr growled at the new man on the scene and jumped towards the jeep he was in. With incredable speed Vargr threw the jeep with the man still on the gun. He then turned around to attempt to finish off the first man which had caused the death of atleast two of his pack. Vargr joined in on the attacks on the man. Vargr lept at the man hoping to sink his fangs into the throat, but ended up with a gash from the machete on his chest.
Vargr growled and barked in pain, before another man caught his attention. Vargr charged at the man.
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May 13, 2010 16:52:18 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on May 13, 2010 16:52:18 GMT -5
Matthew watched as the "leader" of the pack rushed towards him. He twirled the machete in a semi-circle as the monster leaped at him. He took a dive forward and dragged the machete upwards across the underside of the beast, the machete raking on the creature's chest, sending a streak of crimson to the dirt below. As Matthew stood, he focused his attention to the man using the turret and watched in awe as the "leader" he had just attacked launched itself at the vehicle, sending the man tumbling with the truck. The monster he had injured turned back to the man with the turret and it rushed after him.
Due to his attention being focused elsewhere, one of the creatures took him by surprise and leaped at him. Matthew didn't have a chance to respond as it tackled him to the ground, he could feel it's weight pushing into his chest as he hit the ground. His machete had been dropped to the ground during this scuffle and he moved his hands directly in front of him. He caught the monster's mouth as it attempted to latch onto his head. His right hand was gripped onto it's bottom jaw and it's left on it's top. The monster turned it's head sideways and attempted to throw him off guard- it didn't work. The muscles in his arms tensed as his heart rate sped up to match with Matthew's increased adrenaline levels. He gave out a grunt as he moved his fingers and hand into the monster's mouth, gripping the bottom and top of it's maw respectively. Matthew's pupils flattened and seemed to have turned into slits, the whites of his eyes became almost yellow and the faint image of the Umbrella Corp. logo flashed into his iris' as he gave out a yell, pulling the monster's mouth apart further and further until he gave one last pull with both arms. A sickening crack resounded throughout the area of the woods and he let go, the monster backing up with a whimper.
The creature's bottom jaw was hanging from it's head, unhinged from the top. Blood poured profusely through it's maw as the bottom of it's jaw swung back and forth as the creature stumbled and fell down to the ground, obviously losing motor function after a massive loss of blood. Matthew, almost on auto pilot, stood up quickly and moved over to the monster- it gave one last growl before he reached down and wrapped his arms around it's large neck and squeezed as it tried to fight back, clawing at the air and scraping the dirt. He gave a hard jerk and the monster's body twitched hard one last time before it fell limp in his arms. He let go, the monster's head bouncing to the ground, attached to the spinal column only by flesh alone. He then turned towards the last two monsters and lowered his eyes, moving towards them unarmed, his fists clenched; almost in a trance.
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May 13, 2010 19:05:50 GMT -5
Post by Eisenhorn on May 13, 2010 19:05:50 GMT -5
The roar of the .50 cal on the jeep wasn't the only thing he was concerned about. The things were swarming, and he was lucky as possible to have avoided being jumped himself. The machine gun and soldier being swarmed, couldn't of been a civilian with that level of skill, had their attention utterly. He began snapping off two and three shot bursts, managing to drop one before reloading. They were tough, and the 9mm rounds the A2 was sending out didn't do much. He stood, looking as they monsters were destroyed steadily. There was one left, and while the man seemed in a trance, he yelled, having reloaded, to catch the man's attention. "Mate! Catch!" He tossed the A2 towards the man, dropping back to a knee and pulling out his USP. It was a .45, should hit harder, hopefully do more good then those 9mm rounds had. Having seen how the soldier acted under fire, he could probably put the A2 to a much more deadlier usage then him at the moment, having a cleaner line at their heads. Freaks or Undead, destroying the brain seemed to, if not outright kill them, slow em down quite nicely.
The other man, Mr. Machine gun, had been charged as well, and he couldn't decide whether the beast was stupid or couragous. Jericho bet that both had a say in the matter. Not like it mattered, he lined up the iron sights ahead of the charging beast and started firing, praying to whatever gods were listening that he would do something more then just catch its attention. He didn't want to try and dance with the thing if he ****ed it off. Just focus and fire, emptying the USP magazine and reloading, racking the slide and preparing to fire again if the thing had not turned away from the fight. Even if it had, if it remained in range, he would probably see if he couldn't terminate it. His thoughts returned to the machine gunner, and the only real important thing that came to mind was it would be a shame if he was infected. Was proving brave, perhaps skilled in heavy weapons use, to loose to some infection.
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May 13, 2010 19:40:36 GMT -5
Post by SNAFÜ on May 13, 2010 19:40:36 GMT -5
Viktor saw the largest of the creatures presumably the alpha male charge at the jeep. The 50 Cal. continued to spit gouts of shrapnel twoards the beast even as it connected with the jeep and sent it in a pirouet through the air and sent it rolling twice before it burst into a hunk of flaming junk. Luckily for Viktor he was lifted and thrown a small distance away, rolling himself more than twice before finally landing hard in the dew whipped grass. For a few moments he lay there dazed, the odd thing was that he was laughing hysterically at the amount of fun getting thrown from a jeep really was.
Páni aby was člen určitý nejčetnější šprým I've mněl jsem od té doby skákání dle aby horoucí vrtulník
(Wow that was the most fun I've had since jumping from that flaming helicopter!)
Viktor finally gained his composure and slowly lifted himself from the ground with a loud groan. Aside from a few sore ribs and what seemed to him like the biggest "Charlie Horse ever" in his right leg he was fine. Viktor reached into his heavy jacket and brought his Browning Llama IX autopistol, brought back the slide and charged the weapon with a fresh 9mm. round. He roared at the creature that attacked him.
ALE JDĚTE A ČELIT MNE TEBE ZBABĚLEC Bestie!
(COME AND FACE ME YOU COWARD BEAST!)
Viktor began a death march twoards the two remaining beasts firing whilst the march turned into a slow jog. He expended the clip and threw the pistol down, he did'nt want to hit the beast merely catch its attention. Soon Viktor passed the newcommer and the last PMC left, closing within twenty feet of Matthew and Vargr. He drew his US Model "Knuckle Duster" trench knife and began to walk twoards Vargr opposite of Matthew, all the while bellowing czech curses and expletives.
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