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Haha, Fenni....
Technically, if you burn their brains to a crisp or make it so that it's impossible for them to chase after you (by burning all of their limbs), then you're pretty much safe after stomping on their weakened skull while they writher on the floor :3
Technically, if you burn their brains to a crisp or make it so that it's impossible for them to chase after you (by burning all of their limbs), then you're pretty much safe after stomping on their weakened skull while they writher on the floor :3




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It's 2666.... And everything is in ruins.
It was bad enough that society was in a complete fucking train wreck a few days ago, but now, things are even worse.
Let's just say that the Mayan Calendar didn't predict one thing correctly...
...The End of the World.
People started getting sick with something called the "Enigmatic Anaphoric Bio-Disease", or the EAB for short. It wasn't visible coughing or anything. It was just a tiny spec of bacteria that could be contracted in every possible way. Hell, even breathing got you infected.
It started with one farmboy in the middle of the African suburban desert before it spread to South Africa; the country. People with the hibernating disease flew out from there to every single damn place in the world. The disease crossed boarders, oceans and the atmosphere itself before a single catalyst set off a chain reaction that was almost instantaneous.
When Mt. Helen, a volcano that had been dormant for god-knows how many years suddenly spewed seemingly harmless ashes into the stratosphere; it contained the necessary chemical for the disease to take effect.
And what a big lot of good medicine did for us.
Whoever had contracted the disease in the period of time it had to spread died within seconds as the ash reached their bodies. You may think that's bad, but it gets worse.
They weren't exactly dead.
And hell, they could still fight, too.
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This is an RP that is in a setting where nothing is safe anymore. Except for, you know, barricaded places. Weapons, Ammunition and other kinds of war-like things are scattered around the places along with corpses of those who got killed by the infected; but weren't infected with the disease themselves.
THE NUMBER OF ZOMBIES/INFECTED CANNOT INCREASE FROM THOSE INFECTED BY THE STAGE 0 PARASITE; BUT ALMOST EVERYONE EXCEPT FOR .09% OF THE POPULATION GOT INFECTED.
ZOMBIES/INFECTED CANNOT MOVE DURING THE DAY; ONLY AT NIGHT. THEY TURN INTO 'STATUES' AND REMAIN THAT WAY FROM DAYBREAK TO DUSK.
ZOMBIES/INFECTED CAN CLIMB STAIRS, BUT NOT LADDERS.
THEY CANNOT SWIM.
THEY CANNOT SEE.
THEIR EARS ARE HYPER-SENSITIVE TO SOUND.
THEY CANNOT FEEL THE IMPACT OF THINGS HITTING THEM.
THEY CAN ONLY DIE IF THEIR HEAD IS CRUSHED/SMASHED.
THEY CANNOT WALK FASTER THAN A JOG; UNLESS THEY ARE ALERTED TO THE SOUND OF PREY.
The people in this RP are those who have extraordinary skills in surviving... But there is no magic, no phones, no electricity, rarely any running water and little heat. Things are widely available, though, since no one is going to rat you out for shoplifting...
Note: Characters banding together in small groups is probably their only hope for survival. This is accepted and encouraged <3
Note: Moderators (and mods ONLY) are allowed to throw you into hordes of undead, fires, other plagues (like the flu or something), terrible weather conditions and are the ONLY PEOPLE who can announce changes in the time.