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He just looked at the Assassin for a moment and continued slicing into the dead, slowly retreating towards the station. His sword was glowing slightly brighter with each zombie killed, his clothes became more and more bloodied as he expertly cut through the zombies. His retreat ended with his...

He drew his sword swiftly and assumed his ready stance and engaged a few stragglers from the group. "Fine by me" he tossed a few bottles of his explosive elixirs into the larger horde, blowing off the limbs of the dead and causing general chaos. He swiped at them with his sword when they got...

"Friend" He whispered barely audibly as he sheathed his sword. "Look, I'm not here to hurt anyone. The dead are nearby and we can't afford to be fighting each other."

He approaached a large mountain, there was the vehicle he had been running towards, the only one parked there. The horde couldn't keep up with him and had split off to look for other prey. He approached the vehicle cautiously, holding up a small lamp.

His horse collapsed after a few zombies managed to get a hold of it, he vaulted off and ran, ran for his life, waving toward the vehicle pulling away from him...

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He charged into a pharmacy, grabbing the various chemicals from the back section of the store. He placed them in his backpack and went back outside. He practically jumped onto his horse and followed the car, as they appeared to be the only living beings left. He galloped as fast as he could but...

His sword cut through the dead as he ran toward the urban part of this world, he had spent many months there, treating the townsfolk of a small settlement. Using a small elixir to make all of his patients' memories of his appearance disappear. He always treated them in exchange for ingredients...

The townspeople were knocking on his door again, he sighed and opened it, just a slight, so the unscarred part of his face was visible. A hand shoved its way through his door, which he shoved closed. A loud crack is heard as the door slams shut, the severed hand lying on the floor. "Gods, I...

Sometimes, we make sense

Well, this was a friend's guitar because I only had an electric at that place and yeah... My real acoustic is a beautiful black Ibanez named Mary Jain

No, being a South African, I just like to discriminate.

That would be lovely, I look forward to it someday

Weeelll humans, I quite enjoy realistic actiony thingies with a splash of fantasy or thrillers every now and then, what about you lovely people?

So hi everyone, my name is Malcolm and I'm pretty new here... I'm a student from South Africa and speak English, Afrikaans and (broken) German. I also run a blog, which I will post a link to later on in this thread, and it'd be pretty great if you guys check it out, if anyone wants to rp with...