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(No no no, I like your Rp'ing, I was just befuddled by your mind reading skills I have to admit, you choose a hard character to do an early start with.)

 

(I would totally agree, but for a good RP you have to have someone move the ball, or else nothing would ever get done. I'm just trying to move that ball. No one tries to stop me. In real life, if this were to happen, I could easily accomplish my mission. I would have done that by now, but I chose a powerful character for a reason.)
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(That's what I'm currently trying to do. I don't want to change the game drastically without any opposition. I'm waiting for Daren to try and stop me. If he doesn't in about an hour, I'm moving on with my plan. I'll attack the hornet's nest and take the zombies for my own.)

 

(I have to agree, it would be a GREAT idea *wink wink* if you could seek out the SOURCE *wink* of the zombies *wink wink obvious wink* In other news, who likes the new zombie mode? I lasted 37 seconds ^^ Also, is it just me, or is this roleplay advancing a bit TOO quickly?)

 

We aren't Humans, nor are we zombies. What an insult to our kind! I will crush you in the name of my family before me. I've been conjuring this army for years! Nothing can stop it! Nothing! Your skull will sit on my dining table. Along with your disgusting things you call an army. You old, brittle soldiers can not, and will not, hold against my state-of-the-art weaponry and strength. Tonight, we march to your door, seal the Seal of the Ancients, take control of EVERYTHING you own, and most importantly, end your life.

(Okay, I don't know how we are going to do this. Maybe we can roll die with a probability? Considering what I just said, (that your army is brittle, slow and outnumbered) I think my army should have the more probable chance of winning.)

(EDIT: Also, maybe you have a trick up your sleeve and suddenly vanish as I take your army. Same for me, just in case you don't want to die. The rules say that no one can kill another's character unless given word, so that's how it's going to have to be if one of us don't want to die. :) )

 

(That actually means 'The Book Was Drenched' in Hindi, at least, that's what google told me.... so its probably not true ^^ Anyways, I compliment you on your wet book summoning spells!)
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(That actually means 'The Book Was Drenched' in Hindi, at least, that's what google told me.... so its probably not true ^^ Anyways, I compliment you on your wet book summoning spells!)

 

In an orderly formation, companies, completed with captains, my army marched and marched and marched. Keeping a calm, collected stance, they prepared to end their life. So loyal to their master.

(So, are we going to march all day or battle? Like I said, I don't know how this is going to go down. Someone HAS to have a solution. I could talk over the battle, but it would clearly be in my favor. You could talk over the battle, but it would clearly be in your favor. I'm not sure.)

 

(Sure, go ahead.)

 

(I just love how I haven't interacted with you guys. )

As I'm fatigued right now, I decided to get some rest. I dug a burrow and put all my stuff there so no one would spot me in an instant, I quickly covered the burrow entrance with some bushes, and from there I went to sleep... Though something woke me up...Talking..It sounded like some humans, but I highly doubt that. I guess I was just hearing things since I was too tired. So I just went to sleep. (How boring. :p)

 

Hella, are you writing it yet? I'm interested in the verdict!

 

(Aww, Hella, I understand. Do you just want me to write it? I can make it as even as possible but we all know who's going to win. Or Monsteri can just pick who he sees fit to win and then I'll write it. C'mon Monsteri, tell me something.)

 

SIX essays? I pity you :( Good luck with them anyways

 

(You've been hard done by, by philosophy. Also what would a major sign in 'personhood' be anyways? The fact that they breathe? I bet someone, somewhere, has made a philosophical discussion on the subject ^^)

 

(Uhh stopped getting alerts from the thread so I thought none had replied due to the zombies. Let me read everything and write something)

(EDIT: You two fight as you please to a certain point, I'll have to decide the outcome then. Be fair ;) )
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(Uhhm, hello? Don't let the roleplay die please. If you have something going on IRL and don't have time to reply, please tell that here, so I don't need to wait for you. Because I think I can still get something going on, even if half of the roleplayers are gone...)

 

We're not gone, we're just waiting for you to 'read everything and write something' I can do little until hella sets the scene. He can do little until you set the scene etc...

 

(Oh, and I'll be righting this in a past-tense format. Reply in any way.
Ok, here's the first wave of my attack: )

Losing few troops, the first wave of the pesky creatures were quite easy to crush. My state-of-the-art equipment melted trough their flesh like a warm knife cutting through cold butter. This actually might be a little too easy, I thought. It wasn't until we approached their main keep when they finally started to retaliate. Crossbows blazing, the arrows rained down with force from the gods onto my soldiers. Suffering heavy losses, my troops began to loose their posture. In a fleeing mess, I knew I had to do something, or else my assault would surely fail.

With all of my possible might, with the raise of a fist, the dead soldiers began to walk upright. Even the zombie carcasses that riddled the battlefield reanimated back to life! Their soul was now mine to be had. The enemies' walls still held fast. Something had to be done about this. With a strain and a few muffled words, a great lighting bolt flashed down from the Heavens and struck the sturdy gate. It wasn't enough. I called in a great need to my ancestors: They answered my call. Fire and lighting rained down from the sky in a parade of flashing lights. With the gates in ruins, my elite warriors began to rush in with a mighty force. With limbs and organs laying astray everywhere, it was now a waiting game. No, I had to do something about this. My soldiers surely wouldn't survive without me. With the flick of a wrist, my battle suit strapped on. It was time for a little fun.

Rushing into battle, I caught a glimpse of what was going on. In a bloody mess, the fight looked about even. With hate and frustration on the enemies' faces, it was only a simple matter of time before they would loose their morale and fall to the ground of exhaustion. My army had to feelings. It had no thoughts but to protect its master. Overtaking their haven, they fled like an animal scurrying out of its cage, knowing they had little left to live for. Little did I know, the real battle, was about to commence.

(This is what I have so far. The "real" battle is fighting you, Darren. If you agree with this, I'll let you write the fight between you and I. If you don't agree with this, and thought it was unfair, you can have a shot at it. I was thinking about a sort of contest. Whoever's is better is what we go with. If not, you can let me write the "boss" battle between us two. It's up to you.)