DE: It's close to midnight

[bjornwilde]

So, last week of the Slender Man plot! Anyone else excited to see the climax and final confrontation?

Wait...what was that sound? Oh Sh!t, ZOMBIES!!! And they've broken the Fourth Wall!!!!!!

Zombie free for all for today's DE folks; sort of like that car chase DE from a couple of weeks ago. Zombies can be whatever sort you'd like (slow, fast, super powered, silly, cartoony, whatever) and feel free to godmode them, just not other players. =]

ETA: And since these types of DE tend to need time, consider this open all week or until you guys get sick of it.

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[olive_and_clove]

Palamedes fights in a full chainmail hauberk and great helm the dark shade of green that many mistake for black. He's armed with a massive claymore and is clearing a path as if her were a reaper at harvest time. The sharp scent of cloves follows in his wake.

[sunbaked_baker]

There's a young woman fighting nearby, in colorful t-shirt, flour-dusted apron, jeans, and sneakers. Though she's only apparently armed with what looks like a pocket-knife, the knife is shining in her hand like a tiny, clement star, and golden, translucent shields surround her to keep the zombies from getting too close before she can set them aflame.

It turns out magic is useful, apparently.

"Look out!" Sunshine calls, as one of the burning undead - its mindless state making it slow to give in to the consuming fire - careens towards Palamedes from behind him.

[olive_and_clove]

"My thanks to you, fair Lady!" Palamedes calls out as he turns, metal guards appearing to his armor, to shoulder the flaming zombie into a flip. "I find I cannot recommend, nor appreciate, these creatures when they are aflame."

He offers her a rakish smile before his eyes flick to her knife. It seems a thing of great potency but a longer reach might do her better so he manifests a short sword with his aura and offers it to her. And since he now is not fighting alone, his great helm morphs into a smaller helm which still has good coverage yet leaves his face more visible. "Perhaps a weapon with greater reach? It is of my aura so will hold enchantment well."

[saphyria]

This curly-haired archivist will be fending off zombies from on top of an abandoned vehicle. Any of the lumbering corpses that get too close to her get smacked upside the head with a large, flat, acid-free clamshell box.

"Yeah, you want some of this?" Thwack! "That's for getting decomposing flesh on our flatbed scanner!"

[death_gone_mad]

"Seriously? Every damn year... this would never happen if I were still in charge."

Witness one former goddess of the dead digging out a large pit. Someone has to dispose of the bodieszombies.

"Braaaaaaaaaaaiiins" moans a zombie as it carries an axe toward Amascut.

SPANG! A swift, strong shovel to the head and the zombie falls over, immobile.

"I appreciate that you are volunteering to become kindling, but can you wait until the pit is ready?"

She will have big flaming zombie disposal pit ready momentarily. It might be ready sooner if the zombies stop distracting her.

[cantdiequiteyet]

Teresa is standing in a clearing, surrounded by decapitated, bisected and otherwise dismembered ex-zombies.

There is a faint smile on her face.

Occasionally another zombie appears and starts running towards her. The pile of corpses grows.

[olive_and_clove]

Palamedes feels a potent aura nearby and so begins to make his way there. If that which he feels is not the cause of this, then perhaps their joined power will end it.

[cantdiequiteyet]

Teresa observes his aura approaching with some interest, and waits for him to arrive. This situation is sort of amusing, but it's growing kind of tedious as well.

[death_gone_mad]

"Bring out your dead!"

A Middle Easternish looking woman with unnaturally red hair carries a cart full of corpses past.

"NNGH. I'll come back for you later," she says to the corpses strewn about Teresa.

Teresa herself gets an appreciative smile before the cart moves on. The next zombie headed Teresa's way gets turned to ash as a way of saying thank you.

[agoodmusekickin]

The front door gets kicked down, and there in the now open entryway, backlit by dramatic lighting, is Bing.

And she does not look happy.

"You [censored] [censored] [censored] mother [censored] [censored] [censored]. I'm going to beat the ever living [censored] out of your [censored] [censored] hides!"

In her hands is the Vorpal Sword, and strapped to her hip is the Golden Gun.

Bing, it should be noted, really doesn't like zombies.

[innerbrat]

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[mnr_splinter]

Splinter pads his way into the barroom via the staff hallway.
He sees the enraged Bing, pauses, and turns towards the collected group seated at Bar.

"Which one of you gave her the sword?"

[mnt_mike]

"Why are you all looking at me?"

[themightyspazz]

"I say."

There is a 19-year-old in a corner booth. He's wearing a tuxedo and a monocle, and is smoking a pipe as sophisticated-ly as he can.

There's also a shotgun in his lap and a dead zombie right next to him.

Dapper as fuck.

[camwyn]

"Oh, for-"

Cam's just gonna go pull up the fire escape ladder, barricade the bottom of the stairs, and bash human-sized holes in the landings on floors 2 and 3 of her building. And then head up to the roof with some signal flares, her longbow, her crowbar and a bucket full of lye solution, because there's living people who're gonna be finding their way to her place but when you haven't got a firearm to deal with the dead, you might as well melt the damn things instead.

Yes, she routinely keeps lye in the house. And yes, she has a crowbar she keeps next to the bed. Stop asking stupid questions.

[themightyspazz]

"Very well."

Soon enough, she is joined by a tuxedoed and monocled 19-year-old with a sniper rifle. He also happens to be smoking a pipe.

Don't ask why he's like this. He probably hit his head getting out of bed this morning or something.

[thenewblack]

The group to one side is... mixed. Mixed is a good word for it.

The robot is calling down lightning. And shooting it. They are slightly different in that the former requires a thunderstorm and abuse of ionizing lasers.

The blonde girl, on the other hand has found some high ground and is picking anything that gets too close using a bow and some regular broadhead arrows.

The bluenette has a deathray. She's blowing long, glowing holes in the mass of zombies. She's also muttering about how cremation is far more civilized.

The last two are running supplies to the other three. Because some people are better fighters and here? It's not the guys.

[death_gone_mad]

"Bring out your dead!"

Here comes the meat wagon, pulled by Sarah. Hey, someone has to get rid of the corpses.

"Ohh! Who put these convenient holes in them?" she says as she stops the cart and starts throwing zombies onto the pile.

She looks around and finds Ako, then gives her the thumbs up.

[ceitfianna]

Two medieval warriors have the high ground, one using an English Longbow, the other a bow mixed with Charter magic, the mage is wishing his mother would just show up.

Not far from them, a cowboy has a rifle and is firing headshots or taking down one that hasn't fallen yet.

The conman and English lady are arguing about fighting as she helps by getting more ammo in between writing her observations. The Faun is helping with supplie as well, he's not that much of a fighter.

The goddess doesn't like this one bit and is down on the ground using soil, plant vines and occasionally her own hands to get the zombies down.

The psychic is getting a headache as he commands the zombies to stop so the archers and rifleman can have better shots. Zombie minds are simple but that doesn't mean that they're easy.

The Pirate King is sometimes on the roof and sometimes on the ground, he found a rope and is swinging about lopping off heads. It's rather dramatic.

Near the roof, a young woman with brown hair and a laptop is organizing supply runs, helping as needed but mainly trying to stay out of everyone's way.

[masterofgunfu]

"You folks mind if I join you?" says a short blond woman with her own rifle, a very high powered and modern looking weapon. She also has two pistols in a shoulder harness and lots of ammo. While she waits for an answer, she knocks off two head shots on a pair of zombies that likely wouldn't have gotten within range if she hadn't distracted the cowboy.

[death_gone_mad]

"Playing plants vs. Zombies, Demeter?" asks a former death goddess as she stops her cart to pick up some of the expired corpses.

She'll cremate them later. Cremating zombies individually is inefficient, but that doesn't stop the occasional zombie that approaches the cart from turning into a pile of ash.

[jjprobert]

There's a group of three men standing with their backs to the wall.

Two of them are bearing large calibre pistols, and placing headshots into the Zombies at close to extreme range. The younger of these two is wearing camos and has a ridiculous number of holsters strapped to his legs and torso. The elder is wearing a fine evening suit and bow tie.

The third is a touch younger, carrying a cricket bat and laying into any zombie that gets through the fire the other two are laying down.

[rowanberries]

Amy considers this, then climbs under a table.



Havelock sighs, and takes over. Good thing he brought a sword.

[silveraspen]

"You have got to be kidding me."

Aspen drops the bars across both front and back doors, grabs an axe, coil of rope, first aid kit, and cell phone, and heads for the upper floor of her house.

She barricades the stairs and heads for the study to get a look at the nearby landscape, then starts sending messages across regions.

"This fourth-wall breaking thing better work both ways."

[not_my_sandbox]

After Amascut finishes digging out the flaming pit of zombie disposal she finds a cart and begins collecting corpses.

Following the cart is an almost 30-year old human male, wearing glasses, short brown hair, blue jeans and a black 'I ♥ zombies' t-shirt. "I just had to wear this shirt today," he grumbles. "Bring out your dea..." WHACK! Down goes a zombie, victim of a mace to the skull. "Hey! I am trying to help you here! You could at least try keeping me alive!" he protests.

"Oh, all you are doing is ringing a triangle and shouting; I can replace you." Amascut says as she sets the cart down. "Oh, you got that one good! I am going to turn you into someone useful yet! You need to hone that killer instinct and work those arms. Look how big your muscles are getting!" She pokes the guy a bit before picking up the zombie and tossing it on the pile. "Onward!" she shouts as she picks the cart up again. "The fire needs more fuel!"

"@*&^$*&@!#^!%##&*$@#^$%@&$%Bring out your dead!"