User:HardRAWKR
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My characters
Here are my in-game characters. Italicized text is "in character".
hardRAWKR
My primary character; a human Scientist.
"A scrawny young man. He is jumpy and shivers even if it is not cold. His eyes are sad and longing, but by the look on his face he is obviously paranoid and quick to judge. A tattoo on his arm reads 'PLEASE REVIVE'."
My Story
I was a new employee of NecroTech, a lab assistant, when the outbreak first started and I was just out of college. A few days before the outbreak, I remember overhearing a scientist talking to the lab director. He seemed scared, and was saying something about a dangerous experiment. I kept it to myself, but I kept an open eye from then on.
When the outbreak first started, I stopped coming to work for several days, fearing that the experiment I heard about had something to do with it. Once I got the courage to come back, I returned to a lab in ruins. There was no one there, but there was broken glass everywhere and chemical stains marked the floors. A single trail of blood led from the door to the far wall, where there was a bloody mess all over the wall. Driven by fear, I searched the lab for clues as to what happened, and anything that could help me. When I didn't find anything, I decided I should leave, so I tried to leave.
Unfortunately, when I opened the door to the hall I heard a loud groan from down the hall and saw one of the scientists. A zombie was eating his legs, but he was still conscious. I stood in fear, unable to move. He yelled at me to hide when he saw me, before falling to the ground, and then rising up again. He now had a ferocious hunger in his eyes. Adrenaline taking over, I ran down the hall. I hid inside one of the rooms. There was a large, metal vessel in the room that looked a bit like a coffin. I didn't know what it was, but I decided to take my chances and hide in it.
Inside the vessel it was comfortable, but also quite cold. I was reluctant to close the door at first, unsure if I would be able to get back out, but when I heard the zombies coming I hastily shut the door. It immediately got a lot colder and I heard a pneumatic hiss coming from all around.
I woke up a few weeks ago when the vessel was knocked over by zombies pounding on the wall oustide the building. I found a portable machine in the room I was in, which I have since been informed is a DNA Extractor. Apparently it's been almost five years, and the city's gone into quarantine. By the way things look now, I almost wish I had been killed back there in the lab...but since I'm stuck here I might as well make the best of it. I've learned how to operate the DNA Extractor and I had another survivor tattoo "PLEASE REVIVE" onto my arm just in case I ever end up a zombie. I hope it never comes to that.
My Journal
Wow, has it really been a whole week since my last journal?
I never did go to Dartside. The zombies actually cleared out pretty quick. I've been staying at Club Frankland with the Lockettside Boys for the last few days.
But then this morning I woke up and there were five zombies inside the building. Luckily they hadn't hurt me too badly. I had a few scratches but I was able to head over to Josaphat General Hospital and patch up my own wounds. I decided that since going back to Club Frankland wasn't an option, I would head over to the police departments. That's where I am now, and if all goes well I'll live through the night in here.
--HardRAWKR 15:08, 20 February 2010 (UTC)
Well I've been killed twice since my last journal. That sucks. But I've also made progress. I learned first aid, which will be nice when I need to patch up a nasty wound. I also got the authority to access NecroNet, which will be incredibly useful, because now I will be able to see the spread of zombies in the surrounding area whenever I'm in a NecroTech building, and I'll be able to make syringes to revive zombies.
Lockettside is in pretty bad shape right now. The entire northern portion of the suburb is pretty much completely ransacked and under zombie control, and I haven't even seen the southern part of the suburb. I'll probably head to Dartside and stay there for a few days until the situation here levels out. It's pretty hard to stay alive when there are zombies everywhere you go.
As always, I'm hoping to wake up alive in the morning.
--HardRAWKR 17:13, 13 February 2010 (UTC)
I didn't get away. I woke up the next morning and I was dead, but I don't remember exactly what happened. Luckily though, I was close to Butler Avenue, the mall's revive point. I got a revive pretty quickly.
On the bright side, I've learned some useful new skills. I figured out how to use a revivification syringe I found, and I revived a zombie at Butler Avenue. I also learned how to build barricades and how to bodybuild. Bodybuilding seems like a strange thing to do in this situation to me, but the idea is that it gives you more resistance to zombies. At least that's what the other survivors say.
I'm doing pretty well for the moment. Staying in the police department again. The situation outside isn't pretty but it's safe in here. For now.
--HardRAWKR 17:32, 6 February 2010 (UTC)
Well right now I'm in a tight spot. I left the police department to go do some DNA scans at the mall, which had been taken by a zombie horde. I guess I lost track of time and it got dark fast. There's no way I'll be able to make it back to the police department at night. I'm going to try to find a nearby building that I can stay the night in, but with so many zombies around I don't know if I'll be able to make it inside before one of them gets me. I'd rather wake up alive tomorrow.
--HardRAWKR 06:02, 5 February 2010 (UTC)
Finally some excitement! I woke up this morning to chaos-the soutwest corner of the mall had been breached. It was quite frightening, but luckily none had made it into the northwest corner where I was. I had already been planning to leave, so all this did was hasten my departure.
On my way out, I passed through the southwest corner and scanned as many zombies as I could-and it wasn't easy. Several of them had cortex damage, which made it difficult to scan them. Once I was done there, I ran southwest for an hour or two until I was a safe distance from the mall. I found a ruined building and was able to free run into a police department.
It's been quite a day. I definitely need a rest. But I have one thing to say-this crazy situation has given me courage. I guess everything has an upside.
--HardRAWKR 21:45, 3 February 2010 (UTC)
I'm still in Tompson Mall, but I think I'm going to leave tomorrow. Despite the large number of zombies, there's nothing to do...obviously I'm not the only one at the mall with a DNA Extractor. The security is nice, but sitting around in a crowded mall with nothing to do isn't exactly a great way to pass the time. Might as well have an exciting zombie apocalypse.
--HardRAWKR 23:42, 2 February 2010 (UTC)
I made it to Tompson Mall and stayed the night. Most of the zombies had gone by the time I got there, so I didn't see much action, but it was a safe place to stay. A few other survivors had First-Aid Kits they were willing to share, so I'm back up to full strength. Tomorrow I'll get out and do some more DNA scanning. It seems like that's all I've done since I woke up...
Oh well, things are looking up for the moment. I guess that's really the best I can ask for.
--HardRAWKR 21:49, 1 February 2010 (UTC)
Malton has gone completely insane since I was in that machine. Since my last journal I was killed twice. Luckily I managed to get revived much quicker, but it still sucks. I may have been wrong about what I said about dying. I'm beginning to numb to it.
I think I'm going to head towards Tompson Mall. Apparently it's under siege-maybe I can get some combat experience.
--HardRAWKR 01:38, 31 January 2010 (UTC)
Oh the irony! Just after my last journal I got stuck outside Josaphat General Hospital in the middle of a zombie attack and I was killed. I waited at the cemetery for nearly a week for a revive, and finally today someone came and revived me. It really gets on my nerves when people overbarricade buildings so no one else can get in. Even knowing free running it can be incredibly difficult to find an entry point.
Right now I'm resting, waiting to get my strength back, but tomorrow I'll head back inside the hospital. With all of the zombies around I should have plenty to do for the next few days taking DNA samples. Mostly I'm just hoping I don't get killed again.
--HardRAWKR 01:30, 26 January 2010 (UTC)
Well since waking up, I've been killed and revived twice. I've learned how to diagnose certain illnesses and how to free run from building to building. Right now I'm at the border between Lockettside and Dartside, and I'm stuck outside. Zombies seem to have taken quite a few of the nearby buildings, and the rest are so heavily barricaded I can't get in. Hopefully I can get inside before a zombie finds me. I'm genuinely afraid to die, even though I've already been a zombie twice. It doesn't get any less scary.
--HardRAWKR 02:12, 21 January 2010 (UTC)
Protostar
My second character; a zombie.
"He still wears some shredded clothing, but no pants, revealing intestines spilling from his abdomen. What skin is left is a pale blue color. Brandings run up and down his arms containing what appears to be musical notation."
My Story
Well some idiot came along and decided to randomly revive me, so I figure I might as well tell my story while I'm alive.
I am a zombie in Malton. Or I was, until I got revived. And I am not enjoying life at all.
I was a composer, before I was killed. I wrote music for the local orchestra. And that was my life. I didn't do anything else. I just sat at home all day writing down music on a piece of paper. I liked that, because writing music was the only thing I enjoyed doing. Everything else was boring.
Then I had a bit of a psychotic breakdown. I guess from being shut in so much. I don't know. I just know that I ended up in a mental hospital. I don't even remember how I got there or how anyone decided I was "crazy". Don't you love it when you just wake up one day and find yourself institutionalized?
Now this was still a few years before the outbreak. For the entire time I was there I didn't say a word, and for the first year all I did was eat and sleep. I had no paper so I couldn't write any music. It was awful.
Then one day some guy managed to smuggle in a branding iron. I think he was the kind of person who gets off on pain. I didn't ask. But it provided me with what I needed-a means of writing down my music. I stole the branding iron and every time I was let out to eat I would sneak into the kitchen, heat the iron up on the stove, and use it to brand music onto myself.
Of course that didn't last very long. A few months later the zombie outbreak started, and the institution I was at was one of the first buildings to be attacked by the zombies. I let them kill me. I was ready to begin killing people. It was much better than being stuck in an institution, branding musical notation onto my arms for fun.
That's my story. Now fuck off. I want your brains.
Perspectyv
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My third character. He is a dual nature character, currently a human.
"He wears a military uniform with large patches missing from it. His hair is thin and stiff, and smells like blood. His gait is unsteady, but deliberate at the same time. He appears somewhat confused."
My Story
So...I'm stuck in Malton, not much else to say about it. I was a soldier...joined the army to get out of school. Clearly that was a mistake. Now, instead of sitting in a classroom bored out of my mind I'm zombie fodder in this hellhole. Fucking military doesn't know when to stop throwing people at a lost cause. I'd waste my time "learning" any day over this.
Anyway, I was sent here just before the city went into full quarantine. My unit was supposed to scout out safe areas to help find a good evacuation route. I can't say we were much help, but I doubt they cared. But they only called it an evacuation maintain a good public image. The "evacuation" was a joke.
About a week after we arrived, we were staying the night in an abandoned parking garage. We had yet to see any "undead" (the military didn't like to call them "zombies") and a few of us, myself included, were beginning to think the outbreak was just a hoax. I had gone to take a leak in the stairwell, and the rest of my unit was asleep. As I was heading back, I heard a faint groan coming from down the stairs. I took out my flare gun (they didn't give scouts real guns), and went to see what it was. You'll never guess what I found coming up the stairs.
So I freaked out. There was only one of them, but that was enough to scare me. I shot a flare at it. It didn't hit, but it was disoriented. And then I ran. I didn't bother to warn my unit. Once you see one of those things, getting your ass safe is the only priority. I can only assume they got killed.
So I've been on my own ever since. When the evacuation started I considered trying to get out, but I felt too guilty for leaving my unit. I guess I stayed to punish myself. The guilt is gone now, but it took a long time. My main priority now is survival, and so far I'm doing pretty good. I have yet to die, at least. But apparently death isn't even permanent anymore, courtesy of NecroTech. To be honest though, I don't even care what I am, zombie or human. I'm so pissed off at humanity that I think that if I were to become a zombie I'd just stay that way. Wreaking havoc on poor, frightened humans sounds pretty amusing. Life, death, I'll take what I can get.
Fuck I'm messed up.
