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Apocalypse RP
Apocalypse RP
December 21, 2012 and all that. I vote aliens have some part in it.
Anybody want to?
submitted by SC, age FOR NARNIA, ALLONS-Y!
(August 18, 2012 - 7:45 pm)
(August 18, 2012 - 7:45 pm)
I'M JOINING!!!
Name: Tof
Race: Irkan
Age: 37 (17 human years)
Personality: Discusted by humans, but can't hold back helping them. Nice, socially akward sometimes, short temper with humans.
Irkin Appearance: 5'8 (fairly tall for an Irkan), purple eyes, black combat boots, purple Standard Issue outfit, curly, pretty antenna.
Human Aperance: Midnight blue eyes, blond hair that curls at the end, tee shirt and skinny jeans. Kind of Mary Sue looking.
Wepon: Laser gun and her Pak (spider legs, lasers, stabby thingeys, holographic disguise,) modifide SIR unit.
I'm done BYE!!XD
(August 24, 2012 - 11:59 pm)
What. Is an Irkan.
Name: Kylie Cooper
Age: 15
Position: Survivior
Appearance: Short red hair, freckles, hazel eyes, extremely short.
Weapons: A pistol she picked up somewhere and has no idea how to use.
Personality: She's pretty sensitive and short-tempered, but she usually expresses it verbally and never hurts people.
Other: She lived in an apartment somewhere in NYC. Until the unicorns attacked. Now she's basically moving around, staying out of trouble. Has only used her pistol once. Well, three times, but once she missed, and the other time she was pointing it the wrong way and narrowly missed her head.
(August 26, 2012 - 5:23 pm)
Okay, I'm changing Kylie's eyes to blue, because she sounds too much like Draco. FYI, her hair isn't short like Draco's is, it's really short, almost a pixie cut.
(August 26, 2012 - 7:35 pm)
@Tiffany W.
My brother and I were talking about a unicorn apocalypse last week. I think my little brother would secretly like a unicorn apocalypse because he had this thing for unicorns when he was like five.
(August 26, 2012 - 10:12 pm)
Uhh... what's an Irkan? Irkin? Is she part of the invading/taking over forces?
(August 26, 2012 - 6:55 pm)
Yes! Aliens! Avenging Unicorn! Highly technological suits! The nickname Om is going to keep reminding me of turtles and Discworld, though. :)
@Tiffany: Irkens are a race of aliens from the show Invader Zim. They have green skin, big heads, pink or purple eyes (though there are exceptions), antennae, and PAKs, which are basically these permanent backpack things that act as an Irken's life support and have metal spider legs and lasers that extend from them. Just look up "irken" or "Invader Zim" if you want more info. I'm not very good at explaining things... -_-
Enough talk, here's my charry:
Name: Epsilon Five (Epsy if you're his friend, or if you just want to annoy him.)
Gender: Male
Race: Alien. He's a different race than Omega Three, but they come from the same planet. I don't know, maybe one planet conquered the other a long time ago or something like that.
Age: 218 (around twenty-something in Earth time)
Appearance: Dark blue skin, humanoid, long arms with three fingers and a thumb on each hand, completely black eyes. He has two wheels on his lower half instead of legs, having lost both of them in a meteor crash. And a highly technological suit, of course.
Personality: Very smart and crafty, slightly narcissistic. Part of the alien force trying to take over Earth, so I guess he could be considered evil.
Weapons: Previously mentioned highly technological suit. Convertible laser/bullet gun. :D
Let the apocalypse begin!
(August 26, 2012 - 8:42 pm)
YERRSSSSS!! HIGHLY TECHNOLOGICAL SUITS!!
Okay, sure. Your aliens can have conquered my aliens. We should probably all fight under the same general/commander/whatever, though.
Random names taken from the Greek alphabet with a number at the end are cool!
Om and Epsy. Epsy and Om. Sounds like a TV show for little kids. With cartoons and UFOs and polka-dotted aliens.
Anyway.
I don't really want to start this off, so someone else can.
During my opening scene, I will be abducting cows. I insist. MWAHAHAHAHA!!
(August 27, 2012 - 7:31 pm)
Oh, and while we are on the topic of the apocalypse....
I have a friend at school who never, ever brings a lunch to school. He usually just mooches off of people. I'm going to call him Gollum, because that's one of his million nicknames. So last year, it became a joke that if Gollum brought his lunch to school, the world would end. So on a hunch today, I checked my planner and saw the last day before winter break was December 21. The day the apocalypse is supposdly going to happen. So we are going to bribe Gollum into bringing a lunch on that day. I don't care if I have to pack it myself, I'm not going to pass up such a great opportunity for the world to end. So, ladies and gents, this is the real truth about how the world is going to end.
(August 27, 2012 - 6:13 pm)
I feel somewhat offended. Because I always bring my own lunch (unless I forget it... then I have to buy lunch. Yuk.)
(August 28, 2012 - 7:21 am)
Ah sorry, Gollum. I couldn't think of any other of this guy's particular set of nicknames besides names that gave away his real name. Well, except for Frank, but I don't think I would have been able to type that without bursting out laughing really loudly. tgmp. To get a mockingbird pie. I'm sure I can think of some people who would want that..... or to be more specific, To kill a mockingbird pie. (*coughcougheveryonewithmyenglishteacher;
doyouknowheismakinguswritethirteenessaysforthefirsthalfofthebook? Thirteen? THIRTTEEN, I tell you;
nottomentionthesixteenpageessayattheendcoughcough*) Excuse me, I appear to have a rather bad cough.
(August 28, 2012 - 6:34 pm)
Alpha~
I spun around and around in a chipped tea cup, waiting for the end of the world. Aliens had landed, and boredom was creeping. I got off the ride and moved to buy a churo, could life be anymore boring. Suddenly, the ground began to shake. A spaceship landed, and out came, an Irkan. Were they here to ride Space Mountain perhaps? If so, they were in the wrong place.
If someone wants to change the Irkan part and insert there own charrie, I don't care. Sorry for making it so short, homework is calling :(
(August 27, 2012 - 7:12 pm)
I'm replacing and inserting Kaz.
Kaz stalked from the spaceship. Or at least, she attempted to stalk. Somehow, during 6 hours of antigravitational flight, her body had remained upright, but now she was feeling downright nauseous. She glanced around her surroundings, spying a shady pavilion not far away. And it had seats! Sure, they weren't the conventional kind, but Kaz would take anything now.
Steadying herself against a thick metal pole, Kaz slid ungracefully into a... teacup? Whatever.
Why are you moving? she mentally begged the teacup. I'm just off the ship, alone, I only want to sit for a second, and now this stupid teacup is intent on making me sick. Great.
The ride seemed to last forever. Kaz rested her forehead against the wheel in the center, the cold metal like heaven against her forehead. Finally, the spinning came to a slow, painful, screeching halt.
Ech. Five minutes on Earth and already I've managed to incapacitate myself, she thought. Wonderful.
(August 28, 2012 - 11:18 am)
Drwg:
I had finally done it! The one thousand and five donuts I had gotten from Dunkie's were finally giant and alive. Now to turn them on the world...
Where should I start? While I pondered this question, my lieutenant came in. "Sir, we have another case of cannibalism in Sector 5," he tells me.
"Why does my army have to be so darn tasty, Lieutenant Cruller?" I asked, stroking my beard. "Put them in the Gastric Chamber."
"But, sir, I still have nightmares from the last time..."
"Just do it, Cruller."
He skitters out of the room on his teeny little dough legs. I sit and ponder some more. What deserves my delicious wrath the most? Boston! All those bad baseball games at Fenway, the annoying Duck Boats quacking, the traffic, the annoying annoying college kids, the exhibits at the Museum of Science, the bad memories at Quincy Marketplace. And that's just the tip of the iceberg!
"Sergeant Sprinkles!" I shouted out.
"Yes, sir!" the strawberry frosted doughnut said as he marched in.
"Round up the troops. We have a city to demolish."
Meh, that was hard trying to make Boston sound bad. The only thing I truly don't like about Boston is the traffic. It stinks!
(August 28, 2012 - 9:51 pm)
Position: Survivor
Name: Cecilia Wells
Age: 13
Apperance: Brown hair, hazel eyes, light caramel skin, sorta short.
Personality: Quiet but outgoing when she wants to be. Shy when you meet her and very loyal and protective of those she cares about. Easily annoyed about certain things.
Weapon: Bow and arrow
Other: Has a little sister names Mara.
(September 15, 2012 - 7:17 pm)
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(September 21, 2012 - 4:06 pm)