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Retech: You're sitting at the fire of your exploration camp, having been hired by a nearby settlement. They chose you for the Drow reputation. Long ago your ancestors were trapped alone in the dark without the luxury of civilized settlements and natural selection favoured those with darker skin, lither forms, and better senses. Eventually a social structure formed and Drow hunters quickly became the highest commodity available to budding settlements. You've been well payed in the past, though that money went into funding your extravagent Lightleaf garments and intricate scorpion chain (which, by the way, I am unfamiliar with the appearance of). Your scorpion hangs off your back, gently but firmly clamped on. The Drow-scorpion relation is symbiotic, they fight as one in combat with the scorpion's poison sting complementing the hunter's blades. Tanner: A rather odd man, you are often subject to the discriminations of others. The nomadic lifestyle fits you quite well, and you make a living off the land. Occasionally you're hired to perform in a town or do mercenary work. Your music is quite incredible, and has an almost magically mesmerizing quality to it. It has saved your life more than once. You carry only the bare bones of necessary supplies on your person, but your crustaceous herd serves to carry camp supplies and food. The other quotes I shall work on tomorrow.

Life on mars is actually quite possible, would be fairly nice with some time for terraforming. And that would be kinda cool, Rocco. I like life as it is, I feel it would get depressing after school. I'd miss my friends. :D

Same thing that happened with Twin Dragons, Dedly. :D

Kelvin? Also, you'd have to bake the entire Earth, down to the point underground where the temperature is constantly above 130 degrees Celcius, at 130 Celcius or higher temperatures. That is practically impossible under almost any imaginable condition short of impact with a significantly sized (read: waffle-flipping huge) celestial object. And how would the temperature reach 1000 degrees? Mammals would be extinct long before that, and global warming would quickly cease after we're gone (save for the fact that we're heating up from the last ice age).

Okay, like this: Virus spreads with fluid contact (because of the corpse thing, that would essentially mean that if you touch one you're likely infected) Virus remains dormant until death, carriers are completely unaltered in this stage Carriers of the dormant stage can infect others through blood, saliva, or any bodily fluid Upon death, the carrier reanimates I don't really care much how this is done so long as it produces those results. Zombies can only survive on living tissue, and when food cannot be found they go into hibernation. They can eat animals, but animals (being much smarter than humans) generally run away from the smell and sounds and zombies prefer humans (though they will always go after the most easily accessible humans). Cloning and infection seem like the right way to go to get more zombies. That, combined with Iceland's frigid temperature (zombies can freeze), would keep them under easy control. Zombies can swim, though not particularly well, they cannot survive underwater and are generally smart enough to avoid things that would inevitably kill them like a very fast, deep river or walking into an ocean. Zombies cannot feel pain, and generally can live through injuries as significant as two severed arms or legs. The weak point is the central nervous system, as they cannot survive for more than a few seconds with a broken spine or severely damaged brain.

The Umbrella Corporation kind. :rolleyes: Minus the stupid costumes and powers. Actually, more something along the lines of at least Crawlers from "The Zombie Hunters."

The wall is stoned to death. 38 HP.

I reiterate: Reykjavik? Also, can haz zombies? I really want zombies. How many centuries of research would that take? :rolleyes:

Real men cancels drink; interrupted by a carp.

Hrm, any cities in Ireland or New Zealand? Ireland would likely be the safest place on the Earth at this point, and New Zealand would have all kinds of deadly animals to play around with. And what about Reykjavik?

I know, it's utter BS. There has to be something we can do, some unrealized inovation, all we've done so far is essentially copy the original games. I can't think of anything, and it just makes me feel stupid. This shouldn't be that hard.

Hrm, so your thoughts on the Ross thing?

-197 This has nothing to do with Fallen Star whatsoever.

-10/10 For acknowledging Mather. :rolleyes:

53. UD 53.

The Terran Union Starship Hallifax crashes into the wall, incinerating the ground around it and causing it to fall into a dark underworld full of horrific, blood (or plaster) thirsty abominations. The wall is scared of the dark. 56 HP.

Sorry, forgot the open houseat my school. <_< My parents, as always, are telling me to go to sleep. Iey, wanna post your Character Sheet? I'm thinking of putting you with Ross. A pair of demons, perhaps rivals, perhaps friends, perhaps grudging allies, perhaps family, perhaps a pair of widdle wuvbirds (bats). :rolleyes:

Earth punches the wall with his battleglove, frying himself. The wall dislikes the burnt hair smell. 62 HP.

Combo Breaker? Also, censored out Mather's name so this would fit. :thumbsup:

19991. Or UD 53. What? I'm not advertising a Tavern RP that ended months ago! That would be silly.

Retech bashes the wall's face in with the Polemace of Kryos (+1 to Ice Attacks and doubles as a shield/umbrella [/inside joke you Forum Gamers didn't get]) and takes his cello back. 65 HP.

I hit the wall Retech's Cello. 67 HP.

Something worse happens to the wall. :blink: 69 HP.

49!

Eh, just got back from school. I had chorus, and I was busy helping one of my best friends, my other friend, and my arch-nemesis out to a car (it's pouring rain here, and they had no coats or umbrellas). Not to mention, I took a moment to move a few tree branches out of a road. :rolleyes: You'd be surprised how long the cue of cars can get behind a roadblock that can be moved by a freshman.