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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 4:18:41 GMT
Okay I want to do something like this. Basically the whole forum (or at the least active members here) are teleported in the walking dead universe. If anyone wants to be in the story comment below. Characters (thus far)Carlos Shepard Harpadarpa Master Psychic Brotato PikaBlue Blind SniperZyphon(mentioned) TeamKennyAlways Deadwaste Rock Dfh Dark FoxSosIWMT Bubba SonicRagingBladesGengarTomCharacters in bold font represent characters introduced. Others are not. Deaths: PikaBlue[S1E1-S1E9] Deadwaste[S1E1-S1E10] Crackman[S1E7-S1E10] Shepard[S1E1-S1E10] RagingBlades[S2E7-S2E7] Gengar[S2E9-S2E10] Bubba[S2E3-S2E10] Sonic[S2E3-S2E10] IWMT[S2E3-S2E10] Carlos[S1E1-S2E10]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 4:53:55 GMT
Shore way knott. But a heads up, you're gonna run out of characters real fast. Be conservative with them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 4:58:55 GMT
Shore way knott. But a heads up, you're gonna run out of characters real fast. Be conservative with them. Might as well let people sign up before 205
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 13:21:08 GMT
Anyone else?
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Post by Master Psychic on Aug 25, 2014 13:25:55 GMT
Sure, sign me in.
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Post by wakemeup on Aug 25, 2014 13:52:57 GMT
That's totally my idea. DID I GIVE YOU MY PERMISSION TO COPY MY IDEA?! Fuck no! But don't worry, I'll give you permission. IF you promise me I'll be the badass zombie killer with 2 swords and a black belt in karate. Jk, this probably is way different than forum's story anyway. Sign me up to this. And I definitely should be that badass killer I asked for.
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Post by wakemeup on Aug 25, 2014 15:26:08 GMT
How many users do you want to have before you start, anyway? Listen to Harp's wisdom, and be careful with killing off characters. My biggest problem with figuring out the plot in forum's story was when to kill off someone. I didn't want to kill anyone too early, but I needed someone to die once in a while. You're going to have to make some tough decisions. Who wil survive? Besides me, of course.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 15:32:34 GMT
How many users do you want to have before you start, anyway? Listen to Harp's wisdom, and be careful with killing off characters. My biggest problem with figuring out the plot in forum's story was when to kill off someone. I didn't want to kill anyone too early, but I needed someone to die once in a while. You're going to have to make some tough decisions. Who wil survive? Besides me, of course. I'm actually writing the first chapter right now, but people can still tell me if they want to be in the story. Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 15:45:23 GMT
You can still tell me if you want to be in the story but I'll make the first chapter now
TINYCARLOS PRESENTS IN ASSOCIATION WITH OTHERTWDFORUM
FORUMS USERS IN THE WALKING DEAD
EPISODE ONE: SITTING GRAVES
CHAPTER 1 PART 1/3
"Oh, come on!" Carlos growled, he was sitting on a black leather couch while playing on the Xbox 360. He was playing with his friend, shepard.
"That wasn't my fault. You just suck." Shepard chuckled.
"Suck on this, asshole." Carlos joked with him, the two of them had skipped work to play video games. In two days, the next episode of the Walking Dead was supposed to come out. So they thought they may have to call the whole week off. Even though they worked at the company who created it, Telltale Games. The thing is, only the Public Relations staff were allowed to play it, not themselves. So they were pretty much considered customers, but they didn't have to pay - only play it the day it came out on PC/MAC
"Don't you think Brotato's gonna fire us? I mean - he's a real hardass sometimes." Shepard said, the two of them were currently playing Mario Kart. Strangely, Mario was put on Xbox 360, when it's supposed to be Nintendo's brand.
"No. He needs us. Probably. He doesn't fire people, I mean he beats up his workers at times, but doesn't fire them." Carlos disregarded his comment. Brotato had a black belt hanging in his office. He practiced karate for about six years. Sometimes you'd see him punching his wall, hence all the holes in his office. He claims that the walls were rotting, and surprisingly the insurance company believes him.
"Whatever, dude. I'm going back tomorrow. Not taking the chance." Shepard shrugged.
"C'mon, man. When's the last time he fired somebody?" Carlos made him think. Even Master Psychic, the guy who slept almost every day, every hour still had his job. And he's been doing that for six years. Brotato numerously tells him to quit being a slacker, or else he'll fire him. Carlos then heard his phone ring, it was Brotato. He swiped his touchscreen and answered the call.
"You do know that I put a bug on your house, right?" Brotato told him. Carlos didn't know what to say. How did Brotato even know how to set up a bug in a house?
"What-What? Why?" Carlos questioned.
"Because of stuff like that. Get your ass over here or I'll fire you - not fucking kidding." Brotato growled. He then hung up, and Carlos sighed as he stuffed his phone in his pocket.
"God damn it." Carlos sighed.
An hour later...
"Ask him where he put the bug." Carlos said.
"You ask him." Shepard argued.
"I told you first." Carlos argued.
"FINE." Shepard growled. He walked into the office to see Brotato with a blindfold on, and he clipped his black belt around his waist. He was wearing a white robe that looked like a shower robe. Shepard knew that Brotato didn't see him, so he decided that it would be best to back away slowly. Carlos looked through the window and he couldn't help but laugh.
"You think this is funny, you little shit?" Brotato growled. Shepard looked over to Carlos and gave him a dirty look. Carlos whistled innocently and walked away with his hands in his pockets.
"I don't have time to listen to you - go check on Vivec, see if he's done with the programming." Brotato ordered. Shepard sighed and walked out of the office, walking over to their programmer, vivec.
"Hey, vivec." Shepard greeted him, waving his hand up. Vivec was fastly typing on the computer, he had a white t-shirt and blue jeans, and his hair was slicked up and he had black glasses with a strange tint to it.
"Busy. Why don't you come back later?" Vivec responded.
"Uh, sorry. I can't. Boss told me to check on you." Shepard scratched the back of his head.
"I'm fine. Leave me be. I'm working on the next episode of The Wolf Among Us." Vivec informed.
"What? The first season just ended, and I didn't hear anything about Season 2." Shepard replied.
"That's because you weren't here yesterday. If you were, you would have known." Vivec said.
"Okay then. If you need any voice actors, I'm your man." Shepard grinned. Vivec ignored him, and Shepard just walked away awkwardly. Shepard then remembered he has a conference for planning of the third season of The Walking Dead. He didn't understand why he was included since he didn't even play the episode yet. Like he said before, he had to wait until it came out on the twenty-sixth. Shepard walked into the coffee room, grabbing a mug and pressing the button to pour some coffee into the cup. He looked to his right to see Harpadarpa standing in the doorway, he walked into the coffee room, also grabbing a mug.
"Bad day?" Harp asked.
"Huh?" Shepard replied.
"You look like shit." Harp said.
"Uh, what?" Shepard asked.
"Dude, you look like shit. Go fucking take a shower or something." Harp replied.
"I did? What the hell are you talking about?" Shepard questioned. Harp let out a laugh.
"I'm just kidding. You going to the conference today?" Harp asked.
"I don't know, I haven't even played the finale yet." Shepard shrugged.
"Dude, Season 2 sucks - why do you even like it?" Harp asked. Master Psychic walked into the coffee room, letting out a big yawn.
"Hey guys, you going to the conference?" MP asked.
"Nope. Are you? Oh wait, yeah you will - but you're gonna fucking sleep." Harp rolled his eyes as he sat down at the coffee table, and Shepard sat at the same table.
"Just gotta get my cup of coffee, and I'll be awake." MP replied, grabbing a coffee mug and pouring coffee into it.
"Fuck it. Might as well go to the conference, I'm interested to see what is in store for Season 3." Shepard shrugged.
"If there is the same writers as the second season, the third season will be shit." Harp replied.
"I don't care. I like Season 2. So I'm going anyways." Shepard said, finishing up his coffee. Master Psychic then fell on the ground, the mug broke and coffee spilled on the floor. Then they heard Master Psychic's snoring.
"For fuck's sake." Harp rolled his eyes. The intercom buzzed.
"The conference for The Walking Dead: Season 3 will be hosted by Nick Breckon, exclusive to the writers, developers, programmers of The Walking Dead only. The conference starts in three minutes. Doors will be locked two minutes after the conference begins." The voice on the intercom said.
"Might as well leave now." Harp shrugged.
"What about him?" Shepard asked.
"Fuck him." Harp put his coffee mug on the counter, and walked out of the coffee room, heading towards the conference.
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Post by wakemeup on Aug 25, 2014 15:59:20 GMT
Huh, I didn't expect you will actually make me a badass with black belt. Not that I'm complaining. How are you planning to release the chapters? One per day?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 16:02:26 GMT
Huh, I didn't expect you will actually make me a badass with black belt. Not that I'm complaining. How are you planning to release the chapters? One per day? Well today I'm actually gonna post the other 2 parts of this chapter today, but usually - yeah.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 16:44:15 GMT
You can add me in.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 17:43:05 GMT
TINYCARLOS PRESENTS IN ASSOCIATION WITH OTHERTWDFORUM
FORUMS USERS IN THE WALKING DEAD
EPISODE ONE: SITTING GRAVES
CHAPTER 1 PART 2/3
Harp, Shepard, Carlos and Brotato sat down in the chairs. The conference table had six chairs, and they had labels such as President, Vice President, Host, Lead Writer and Story Planner.
"I'm tired of these stupid conferences." Brotato groaned.
"You and me both." Carlos replied. The four of them sat in silence, and then the people came out on the stage. The conference went on for about two hours. The four of them fell asleep.
Four hours later..
Carlos woke when he heard gunshots, very loud gunshots. He looked around to see where it was coming from. He noticed that the stage was empty. Nobody was in the conference room, except for himself, Brotato, Shepard and Harp. Everyone woke up.
"What the fuck is that!?" Harp questioned.
"I don't know, come on!" Carlos jumped up from his seat, running out of the conference room to see a few army soldiers shooting at everyone. Carlos quickly ran back in once a soldier spotted him and fired towards him.
"Holy fuck. Hide!" Carlos ordered, running towards the conference table, pushing it sideways and he hid behind it. It was a relatively big table, so the four of them could hide behind it.
"Dude, what the hell is happening!?" Shepard questioned.
"Army's gone LOCO." Carlos said.
"What the hell does that mean!?" Brotato asked.
"Gone crazy. They are shooting at everyone. One of them nearly shot me. It's likely they'll come in here next." Carlos said.
"This is bullshit. Let me go fuck them up." Brotato said.
"Really? They are trained marines with assault rifles and heavy armor! You won't stand a chance." Harp told him.
"You're right. Well, how about all four of us punch the first sonuvabitch we see, and then take his gun - and shoot the next sonuvabitch we see. Alright?" Brotato suggested.
"That's a bad fucking idea." Harp growled.
"Got any better ones?" Brotato questioned.
"Yeah, how about wait a few goddamn minutes!?" Harp retorted.
"They are gonna storm in here with all their buddies and shoot us! We can't take them all at once!" Brotato yelled.
"He's got a point." Carlos said.
"Whatever, let's get going." Harp sighed. The four of them crouched down, walking towards the side of the door. Carlos peeked out the door to see two army soldiers walking towards the door.
"Get on the other side. There's two coming this way." Carlos said to Brotato. Brotato obeyed, and waited until they open the door.
"Think they're gone?" One of the soldier's said.
"It's only a matter of time until they realize we aren't soldiers. We gotta get some survivors and save them from these crazies.." The second soldier said.
"Do you hear that?" Shepard whispered. Harp raised his finger to his mouth, giving a grumpy face to Shepard. The two soldiers walked into the door, and Carlos lunged at the soldier on the left, and Brotato grabbed the soldier on the right. The two of them backed up with their assault rifles. The two soldiers raised their hands in the air.
"Hey! Whoa, whoa! We're not really soldiers! We just don't wanna get shot!" The first soldier claimed.
"What the hell is going on?" Carlos asked.
"We're not even 100% sure, man. We just wanted to save some people. Almost everyone out there is dead. It's crazy shit." The second soldier answered.
"Do you have any goddamn clue what's going on?" Harp questioned.
"All I heard is that my friend, Zyphon, called me and said that the army was shooting at people. In the Telltale Games offices. My friend, Zyphon works here - we haven't found him yet. So we kidnapped one army dude that was in here and took his possessions. He's currently tied up in the bathroom. My cousin here, Blind Sniper - he also kidnapped another dude. We were lucky to succeed." The first soldier said.
"Yeah. We want to get you guys out of here. They seem to be gone." Blind Sniper said, looking out the door to see if there was anybody nearby. None in sight.
"That doesn't make any sense. I walked out the door and a guy saw me and shot me. He just disregards it and walks away?" Carlos couldn't think that one through.
"A few of them... got attacked by a few crazy dudes. We saw one get his neck ripped out. He just sunk his teeth into the guy and ripped his throat out." The first soldier said.
"Holy fuck. Zombies." Is all Harp could say.
"That's what we thought - which is ironic, considering that Telltale Games did make a game about The Walking Dead." Blind Sniper shrugged.
"And in this room was a Walking Dead conference." Brotato said.
"Ooh, it's a fucking conspiracy. Oh well, let's get the hell out of here." Harp rolled his eyes, pushing the door open and immediately saw a man whose skin was pale as pale could be. The eye of the man was red, and it looked gooey and it was about to fall off.
"What the hell..." Harp almost puked.
"Holy shit!" Blind Sniper exclaimed.
"Guys. We should probably MOVE!" Shepard yelled, pointing towards about ten or eleven men who looked dead and pale were beginning to notice them.
"Shit! Run!" The first soldier yelled. The six of them ran down the hallway, quickly turning around and running down the flight of stairs. They had a few more floors to go down on, they were currently on Floor 5. What the hell was going on?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 18:08:18 GMT
TINYCARLOS PRESENTS IN ASSOCIATION WITH OTHERTWDFORUM
FORUMS USERS IN THE WALKING DEAD
EPISODE ONE: SITTING GRAVES
CHAPTER 1 PART 3/3
The six of them had reached the ground floor, they quickly pushed the door open, running into the street. There were cars driving over the speed limit, people digging through trashcans and people breaking into windows and jumping inside.
"It's like World War Z!" Brotato exclaimed.
"This is insane! We gotta get somewhere safe!" Carlos suggested.
"Follow me!" Blind Sniper said, charging down the street to a small shelter home that was presumably, for dogs. They reached the door and attempted to open it, but it was locked. Blind stepped back a bit then charged forward with his foot and kicked it.
"This is the fucking Humane Society!" Harp growled.
"Everywhere else is being robbed to shit!" Blind retorted, forcing another kick into the door. After a few kicks, he eventually busted through and saw that it was empty, the lights were off. There weren't any dogs left.
"How long did we sleep?" Carlos asked.
"A few hours, I guess." Brotato scratched his head. The six of them entered the small shelter, Blind closed the door behind him.
"We should be good for now." The first soldier said.
"You know, I never caught your name." Shepard said.
"Pika. How about all your names?" Pika asked.
"I'm Shepard. This is Carlos." Shepard said, pointing to the latino man.
"This is Brotato." Shepard added, pointing to the man who still had the black belt tied around his waist.
"This is Harp." Shepard added, pointing to the guy who sat with an angry look on his face.
"What's his problem?" Pika asked.
"Really? My problem? My problem is that there's a zombie apocalypse going on, and we're playing 20 fucking questions." Harp growled.
"I trained for this shit." Brotato said, throwing a couple of arm punches.
"So, uh - how long are we gonna stay here?" Carlos asked.
"I say we wait till tomorrow, honestly. It'd be safer." Blind shrugged, peeking out the small thin space between the wooden boards where he could see what was happening on the street, or at least an aspect of it.
"Safer? C'mon, they're only people who want to get stuff to survive. That's exactly we should be doing. But no, let's go ahead and wait in a fucking place where dogs shit and eat." Harp sighed. "Seriously, great idea. Bravo." Harp added, sarcastically clapping.
"Seriously we're just going to wait?" Carlos questioned.
"We wait." Blind said.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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Post by wakemeup on Aug 25, 2014 18:49:21 GMT
Oh god, I'm Kenny of this story.
It has a good side I guess. I might become a huge fan favourite that Carlos will be too scraed too kill off, not wanting to lose readers.
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