Nexaduro

Jen - Your arrows cut through the rotting flesh of the Revenants. One of them falls, burning, to the ground, and the other staggers, then limps toward you. Its soulless eyes gleam with hate as it brushes aside your attempt to stab it with your arrow, then deals a glancing blow to your shoulder. Ares - You don the helmet, dash outside, and see Jen fighting a Revenant. You can attempt to toss your scythe and kill it from across the water, cross the moat yourself, or do nothing. Your roll will be made before Jen's.

Jen - Your arrows miss. The Revenants are nearly upon you. Ares - You walk into the supply room, and take a box from the shelves. In it you find a metal medium helmet.

That seems just a bit overpowered. How about +1 to draining magic? @ Jen - No mopeds, It's a medeival fantasy setting. You wade across the moat of the Bunker, and are immediately spotted by 2 Shambling Revenants. They are a short distance away, and rapidly moving towards you.

You think better of it, realizing any horses outside the Bunker are probably either dead, or undead.

Jen - You pick a box at random off one of the shelves. You open it, and find 20 arrows. They appear to be made of metal, and you can see miniscule, arcane marks flowing across the surface of the arrowheads.

Alright, short session? I can mod for a short time.

Mather, can you add my old intro to Reanimated? It's currently in the Varrock Library.

Probably within the hour, I have to eat breakfast first. Also, my parents want to spend time with me, working on a jigsaw puzzle. :blink:

Heh, I was wondering if anyone would do something along those lines. I wasn't going to make this exactly like Abhorsen, but I'll accept that as a bonus.

You get a weapon, a (reasonable) bonus of your choice, and a customizable (And I mean REALLY customizable, the space you can use is infinite) room in the Quarters area of the Bunker. Sorry, I gotta go, but I'll be on tomorrow. So Long and Thanks for all the Fish!

K. Maybe tomorrow.

*ahem* Is anyone going to post? I have to go soon, and if not...

Hey, Archi, wanna play Reanimated? Only Grim is on, and I'm bored.

You walk up to a random shelf, trip, and catch yourself on one of the shelves. The entire shelf rack shakes, and a small box drops into your hands. Taking the box, you walk into the Armoury. The armoury is filled with racks that seem to hold any basic weaponry imaginable. However, there seems to be only one of each. There are also several suits of chain-mail.

Anyone want to play Reanimated? I can mod for a little while.

My new game has finally started. Feel free to post. (It's Reanimated, by the way)

Grim finds himself in an enormous room, larger than you would think possible looking on the Bunker from the outside. It is filled with shelves, and both the ceiling and opposite wall are obscured in darkness. The crates on the shelves seem to be labeled individually, and you have to crane your neck to see the top shelf. There is no ladder. Looking around, you see a small, open sideroom with much smaller shelves, the contents of which seem to be medicine and food. This area is basically a gamble. What you find on the shelves is based on your roll. Also, you can all have more than one roll. I have a bit more time.

Varius attempts to flatten himself to the ground and crawl to get a good angle on the cat, camouflaging himself to resemble the ground. He readies to shoot.

Changed my mind. One action is allowed. (explore Bunker for supplies, (it's very large and shifting), venture out to fight undead, train, etc.) You urgently wade through the waist-deep waters surrounding the Bunker, leaving the lesser dead following you at the shore. As you approach the large doors of the Bunker, they swing open with a gust of stale air. It seems as though the structure has been abandoned for some time. You enter, and see four doors marked: Supplies Armoury Quarters Archives There is a fifth, unmarked door that is larger than the rest.

The deed is done. Can't mod right now, though. Sorry, I'll be on most of tomorrow.

As I said, short background to an RPG. Again, thanks for the critique though.

Ok. The whole thing was a joke to keep me occupied, mostly. Thanks for the critique, I understand the issues ^_^;

I updated Reanimated. Nevermind what I said about modding, though. I've got to go VERY soon. I will always follow and assist Enigma, for future reference. I examine, then dismantle, the object the men were worshipping.

We can start now. I changed the concept, read the new intro for details. The old storyline can be found in the Varrock Library. I can mod for a short time, so if you want to start, now's the time!

March 4th, of the year 562 AE Welcome, friend, to the afterlife. The world is dead. Endgame. Ragnarok. The Apocalypse. Call it what you wish, it doesn't change the reality. Mankind is dead as well. Not much of a surprise there. The only surprise is that we hadn't already killed ourselves. Well, that, and the fact that we kept on killing. It started with a cough. Nothing serious, nor alarming. Nothing to ask the doctors about. Some did of course, but were dismissed with a wave of the hand and perhaps a few coughdrops. Of course, coughs beget coughs. Soon, the air was filled with airborne contagion and the sound of the masses clearing their lungs. Just as people began to worry, the coughing stopped. And not just the coughing. The sneezing stopped as well, as did the fevers, the migraines, the cancers. Death. For a time, mankind was blessed. We were clean. Many believed that this was the prelude to the Judgement Day. They were called Christians, back then. There were others as well, hundreds of religions with their hundreds of followers, believing The End was near, that this was the time to repent. They were right on the first count, and perhaps the second as well. But the end wasn't what they had hoped for, what they had thought it would be. Suddenly, a host of symptoms, some variations of previously existing conditions and some entirely new, seemed to afflict all human life on Earth. We fell into comas, our every muscle spasmed and failed, and we bled from every pore. Within days, our bodies were dead. But not out minds. Never our minds. As we recovered from the shock of our deaths, we found ourselves drifting, floating through the stars, all together. We could sense the minds and thoughts of our fellows, and permeating this bond was a consciousness greater than the sum of those billions of great minds that used to be human. It explained to us what had happened on those last, fateful days. It was the cause, it was every cause. The cause of the disease, the cause of death, the cause of human life itself. And it gave us the greatest gift and greatest curse ever bestowed upon humankind. Those who had lived in the days of The End would now never die, whatever harm our physical forms endured. Our hosts may die, but not our minds. Never our minds. For millennia we drifted betwixt the stars, reveling in peace and worship of our newfound deity, billions of minds linked as one. A few went mad, but those were the warriors, it was not unexpected that their spirits would wither without their identity. However, our peace did not last, as we were finally, suddenly, ripped out of the void and into bodies. Hideous, mortal, physical beings once more. Worse, we were corpses. Why this happened, we do not know, though that does not keep us from asking ourselves; why? Why did our God abandon us on this horrible, warring world? Why, and how, did these horrid beings of flesh create a way to bind our spirits into their own dead, and the dead of their enemies? And finally the question that destroyed the minds of the peaceful and brought the warriors back to sanity, why were we being made to kill again? I probably won't go anywhere with this, though I thought it was an interesting piece of writing. When I changed the concept of my game, I didn't want to just get rid of this, so I moved it here! I hope you appreciate it. :smile: