Pokemon zombie apocalypse rp
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Thread Topic: Pokemon zombie apocalypse rp
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Thats right. A pokemon zambie apocalypse is going on here. And i want people to join this like cray-cray. Of course, i dont want too many people. (Max 4) but a few. The plot is simple.
In the kanto region, a zombie apocalypse has broken out, and you have just woke up as a survivor. Near you are 4 pokeballs, each one containing one of the following:
Mankey
Mawile
Wingull
Cubone
Its up to you and the survivors to survive the zombie apocalypse and, if you can, find out who started it and shut it down for good.
Oh, and for fun, you have no memory of what happened before you blacked out.
Enjoy! :D -
Name: leaf wirisu
Age: 13
Sex: male
Sexuality: straight
Starter: the cubone (hollow)
Looks: tall, brown hair, peach skin, green hoodie, light brown cargo pants, and socks with sandals. (He make them look good)
Personal looks: green eyes, freckles on the nose, semi-long hair (emo cut ((i dont know what else to call it)) semi-bulk body.
Personality: you will see. -
I think no one will join.... But I will
Name: Epico Mas---o
Age:14
Sex:Male
Starter: Mawile
Looks: Tall, tanned skin, black fingerless gloves, black hair, black/white shoes, Jacket and hair that stands up.
Personality: Watch and see. -
*i seriously meant the name! not as an insult.
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Cooleo! It will be a bit odd since we might be on at diffrent times though...
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Could we start? Or do you want to wait for others?
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You can start broham.
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K
Epico groaned. His family,friends and Pokemon were dead. He groaned again when something caught his eye. A great ball was lying next him! He immediately opened it, and a Mawile came! He rubbed his eyes, to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But, there was really a Pokemon! He put the pokeball in his bag, then roamed around for survivors. -
IHLAOY NewbieName: Miguel Tulio
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Starter: Wingull
Appearance: A strong jawline and a good pencil moustache will get you anywhere you want, almost as much as a confident gait. Add onto that a hat that would look silly in the fifteenth century, much less the twentieth and a shirt that's been whipped and torn under the wind of sea, and you'll have a good picture of what Miguel looks like.
Personality: A self proclaimed connoisseur of the finer things in life and larger than life narcissist, Miguel rarely finds it above himself to worry about silly little things like the future. -
I groaned, stretched, and lifted myself from the floor below me. I wiped myself off, and looked around. No one to be seen. I couldn't remember anything. I look to my right, and a pokeball lays there. Free stuff! :D i pick it up and send out a cubone. "Hey buddy. Whats going on here? Where am i?" The cubone shudders, and points to the south, where a bush ruffles.
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IHLAOY Newbie"...And that about sums it up. I must say, I'm really impressed you've managed to stay here for so long and listen to me, not many people your age have the patience. Could have been a bit more quiet while I spoke, but you can't win them all."
Leaning back, Miguel took a sip from his glass, swallowing quickly as he realized the soft drink within was flat. Shame. He'd heard stories about how good this drink was cold. His guest made a noise, a mix between a growl and groan, and Miguel shook his head. "Now now, patience old boy."
The flapping of wings alerted Miguel to the arrival of his friend; and with a grin, he turned around. Locking on to the Wingull, Miguel asked, "First Mate, what is the report?"
"Wing. Wing gul. Wingull wing gul gul. Gull gull wing."
Miguel nodded knowlingly, before turning to his guest. "Yes. Uh huh. I know. I can't actually understand a word he just said, but it's important to pretend that I can. It makes him happy."
Finally, sensing that the evening was coming to an end, Miguel lifted a large captain's hat off the floor and placed it on his head; right next to the Wingull. With a final glance at the zombie tied to the chair across the table, Miguel tipped his hat, and trotted out the door. -
Halfway while walking Epico got tired. He sat down, and opened the pokeball. The Mawile came out confused to see a new human face. The Mawile nodded at Epico. Epico looked directly at the Mawile and said, "Hello there, Mawile. We are both survivors of the apocalypse. Would you join me?
He looked at the Mawile. He nodded happily, and both of them set off for their quest for survivors. -
IHLAOY Newbie"In the ruins of man forged steel,
among the bowl that drinks its fill
among the painted paint that peels,
among the planted plant that chills
Chills the swill who runs downhill
With a chill, I say, of great stand still
In the city of man's foolish...bay."
Lowering his portable telescope for a second, Miguel looked at his pokemon. "Couldn't think of a word for the end there, any suggestions?"
"Wingull."
"Well, it fights the rhyme scheme, but not the context. Perhaps I could say, 'under the eye of the trained wingull?' That could work, but then the meaning would be lost. Besides, I bet you would love to be in a terrible poem, wouldn't you?"
"Wingull?"
Placing the telescope back on his belt, Miguel pushed himself forward. "Don't be ridiculous. We can't leave him." He said absentmindedly while pushing himself forward. Swill or not, the man in the basin near the paint near the bush would need his help; and he was going to give it, one way or another.
Nearly tripping over a loose piece of road, Miguel started a small whistle to himself; just a small tune he'd picked up on the sea, while he searched for the mysterious companion. His pokemon joined him soon, perching on his shoulder. -
IHLAOY Newbie(Bumping past the spam.
I miss when trolling meant something.) -
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