Role Play Online

Uhmm, are robots allowed?

(Yea ofc)

Thanks, but someone would need to use this guy and carry him around.

(That could be my OC)

Ok cool

so when we starting, can i start/

we can start.

Ok./ Slung across his back, Wheatley was yelling directions at Brayden. “Ok, about 15 zombies behind…uh GO RIGHT GO RIGHT!”

“I don't understand how they got in the stadium.” Said Brayden. He climbed the bleachers and got into a booth where 3 zombies were there. He swung a chair at them and then threw them off of the bleachers, killing them.

“Right on, keep hitting! I dont either, but you need a gun!” he said in a british accent. He scanned for weapons “There's a gun in the third suite…it's a…22 rifle.”

“Hunting? I could go for that.” Said Brayden, loading a bullet into the rifle. *He proceeded to run. On the plank, over the field, being chased by zombies. He crossed the plank, shooting at the zombies. One by one. The plank broke, leaving Brayden to have to go through, the stadium. Where some zombies went.

“Well donkey, uhhh, the exit is north, but the hordes over there…Aha! Climb the south wall!”

“I'm trying, this'll only take us so far. So brace yourself for possible impact." Said Brayden, climbing up the wall. He managed to get through the door to the announcer's booth. Killing the 2 zombies inside. He locked the door, safe from these advanced zombies. He saw them climbing the south wall. He simply went outside, and shot down the zombies. He locked the door, barricaded the windows, and set Wheatley down on the announcer's table. “We were able to get through. My defenses were weak after 2 months.” Said Brayden, setting his hunting rifle down, as well as his baseball bat.

"Ok, so, umm, lemme scan real quick." A blue light engulfed him. “You need to eat.”

He pulled out a bottle of water. “This'll hold me over.” Said Brayden.

“No, you need actual food. Like a Nathan's or a pretzel.”

“You know I can't after 6:00 PM, Wheatley. We don't have a flashlight, and the mayor stirs the zombie horde and we can never be too careful.” Said Brayden, loading a bullet into his rifle. 

“Ok. But go hunting tomorrow. I'm logging off, so press the HALP! button if you need me. G'night Brayden.” He powered off

Nightfall passed, Brayden went sleepless. He eventually napped but woke up to the sound of gunshots in the morning. He pressed the HALP button on Wheatley. “People are here.” Said Brayden, looking through the peephole.

“Huh…ehuuwahahoo. Get me to the loud speaker.”

He put Wheatley on the loud speaker.

“I HAVE RIGGED THE FIELD WITH BOMBS! RUN AWAY OR DIE!” He makes very accurate timebomb noises. 

“GET DOWN!” Yelled Brayden, putting Wheatley under the table, the door open, he shot 5 men and one of them just so happened to grapple with him. Brayden grabbed the bat and knocked the 6th man's teeth out of his mouth. He then threw the 6th man onto the field, the drop killing the 6th man. 

“Are you ok? Stomp twice if your injured, stomp once if your dying, and, well, nothing if your dead!”

He came back into the announcer booth. “I'm okay.” Said Brayden, locking the door.

“Well thats good. You need to give the whole place an upgrade.”

“With what? This is New York. If there were survivors here, they'd have taken valuable stuff.” Said Brayden.

“Well, I heard about a guy in Boston who made the Red Sox field into a city. He invented turrets, built places and hired people to guard it. But, anyway, go hunt for food.”

"Those Boston guys have nothing to deal with." Said Brayden, dusting off his rifle.

“With that you'll be wrong. Ever heard of a Deathclaw?”

“Yes indeed.” Said Brayden.

“They'll kill those zombies faster than I threw that guy down the stadium.” Said Brayden.

“Well, Boston is a breeding ground for them.”

“Come on, you know the deathclaws don't go out in public. They don't go anywhere near Fenway park.” Said Brayden. He proceeded to strap Wheatley to his back. “We have to move away from New York. We can move to New Vegas. I have a lot of Jim Beam bottle caps to pay for a radio.” Said Brayden. 

“Yeah, we can gamble!”

(Can we turn this into fallout and zombies, for example, Supermutants X Zombies?)

Brayden began walking out, where he found a pack of feral ghouls fighting zombies. He began to shoot at them. He climbed to the top of the dugout, and got out of the stadium. He hotwired a motorcycle and began the drive to New Vegas. When he got there, he bought a fake passport and woke up Wheatley. They got into New Vegas where he went into the tops casino. He began to regain his memory. “Benny, the man in the checker suit. He shot me in the back of the head.” Said Brayden. He shot Benny in the head.

“Lets murk the ma-Oh wait you just did"

(So sorry for joining in slightly late, hope you forgive me! ^^')

  Omettia was across the room from the two, silently attending to the bar even as an apocalypse was going on. She was humming, cleaning a beer mug. As she was minding her own business, she was caught off-guard by the gunshot and almost fell to the ground, instead dropping the beer glass to grip onto the bar. The beer mug hit the ground and shattered, getting glass everywhere near the bar. The young woman quickly bowed and apologized to her dearth of patrons, before her head perked up and she ended up looking to where the gun shot originated. She just bent down under the bar, grabbing an empty wine bottle before getting back up. Omettia looked at them and took a minute to just take the sight in. … A baseball player of a mysterious team, and some robotic core with a blue eye in a bright and almost psychedelic trip of bright lights, full flushes, and gambling. It seemed oddly interesting, considering the crowd that typically flooded the casino, especially in it's prime before the apocalypse. They just stood out. No matter, she went back to her shift, cleaning glasses as she hummed to herself.

A small distance away some footsteps could be heard. He had heard the gunshot too and decided to investigate out of curiousity. he had a  smell of alcohol around him. A kind of scruffy appearance. He looked perfectly in place with the rest of the drunks. He did lean to the side to get a better look at the now 3. Stood there blinking. Caught off guard by the scene in front of him 

“Wait! If we can get into the suite, i know a friend who can help us!” He said verbally excited. He looked around and his light got brighter. “Hello everyone! Don't be alarmed! We're just exacting some much-needed revenge! Just continue to go about your business! Keep gambling, keep drinking, just dont mind us!"

(Hi guys I got logged outta my account silly me I still own this RP)

(Lmao, it's fine. Waiting for you to reply to the rp tho.)