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391  General Discussion / General Discussion / Re: Images of you people, the ressurection! on: February 25, 2010, 03:49:27 pm
Saw this thread while sitting around at work and grabbed a photo. In all fairness, this was a sometime late last year. My hair is much longer now. Might throw another pic up later. Sorry for the blurriness.

392  Art Discussion / Music / Re: What are you listening to? on: February 25, 2010, 09:06:15 am
Kataklysm-The Orb of Uncreation

Kataklysm - The Road to Devastation
393  Art Discussion / Music / Re: What are you listening to? on: February 22, 2010, 08:54:11 am
Cannibal Corpse - Fucked With a Knife
394  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: Those Left Behind: Silent Frost on: February 19, 2010, 09:05:12 am
I appreciate the approval! I would be posting most during the weekdays at work than I would be during the weekends (social creature...), just as a heads up. I will be keeping track, so whenever I am to be found, let me know and I will pick up from there! I should probably start working on a believeable story as to how I got from Alabama to Philly, yeah?   Shocked
395  Art Discussion / Music / Re: What are you listening to? on: February 17, 2010, 02:41:11 pm
The Project Hate
396  TZH Discussion / TZH Role Playing / Re: Those Left Behind: Silent Frost on: February 17, 2010, 01:55:30 pm
Hey guys. I am kind of new to the board and all that, but not so new to forum RP (or PR) and I am definitely not new to The Zombie Hunters. I have read through and have been following Those Left Behind (not the old one, but this one) and have decided that I'd like to join in, if it's possible. Maybe you guys can find me?

This is not a character that is typical of me and the story I created is admittedly a bit bland for what I usually like, but it still goes well and won't affect gameplay, I'm sure. Sarge, if you could check it out and give me your thoughts. Thanks!

Name: Kenneth Grigsby, Jr.
Nickname: Kenny
Age: 23
Height: 5’9’’
Weight: 176
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Pre-infestation profession: Mechanic (Automobiles and farming), truck driver (18 wheeler)
Personal skills: Automobile mechanic and general “around the yard” work, farming, truck driving
Jobs in the apartment: N/A

Physical appearance: Kenneth stands five foot nine and weighs in between 175 and 180 pounds. On any regular Alabama day, he’d be wearing a dingy work T-shirt with a pair of your run-of-the-mill work jeans and a pair of work boots. Some days he may even have coveralls, but rain or shine, he’s always wearing a trucker style cap over a full head of short, messy brown hair with the cap tilted up just a touch over his cleanly shaven face.

Kenneth is very easy on the eyes. At a young twenty three years and a lot of mechanical and yard work, his strong body and clear brown eyes have been the talk of many a local belle, nothing to say of his gentlemanly personality and obvious love for his family.

Gear:-Small: Small case of shotgun shells (7 left), canteen, jar of peanut butter (crunchy!)
-Medium: Super Redhawk .454 Casull (revolver, empty), Hammer
-Large: Non-descript sawn off double barrel shotgun, backpack

Personality: Kenneth is a good ol’ boy and family man, a real southern gentleman. He is kind, honest, friendly, helpful, neighborly and even comely when he isn’t working in the yard or fiddling with the fixer uppers, which is rare.

History: Kenneth was born and raised in a very rural little town called Marbury in the state of Alabama and lived with his parents Kenneth Grigsby, Sr., who was a truck driver, and Shirley-Ann Grigsby, who was a nurse, and with his one-year-younger brother, James and his one-year-older sister, Tanya. He learned at a young age the importance of obedience and etiquette, for what it is worth in the south.

Growing up, Kenneth attended Marbury High School (though it was a school that catered from kindergarten to graduation), a small school with roughly 200 students. He made decent grades and spent a good amount of time outside spinning the baseball field dirt, trimming up the football field and doing other tasks that would not be common of students in most schools. He learned quickly how to operate the machinery around the school and found a desire to learn more. Often times after school, he would work on a couple of old beat up trucks and sedans with his father, who also taught him how to shoot rifles and shotguns and would take him hunting, camping and fishing.

After Kenneth graduated (with fair but not exceptional grades), he became a mechanic for 2 years. It was during this time that Kenneth became the most social and well-known for his kindness and loyalty. Keeping that Marbury is a small town, most people, after hearing about Kenneth’s upbeat personality and fine handiwork, decided to bring their cars to him come oil-changing and tire rotation time. Often times, the local folk would inquire as to why Kenneth never tried dating any of the obviously interested girls. “I’m a sucker for my work” was the usual response.

After being a mechanic for two years, Kenneth’s father inquired about him driving trucks for the local food mart, to which Kenneth accepted. For three years Kenneth drove for the food mart, having plenty of road time combined with plenty of home time with his family and his fixer uppers, which was perfectly fine by him. During this time, his brother James was working for a local hunter’s lodge and pawn and his sister Tanya had finally married her high school sweetheart, who got a big time job at a law firm in the biggest city in Pennsylvania… Philadelphia. Life could not be better for Kenneth and his family and friends. He had a job he enjoyed and a family he loved and cherished.

One day, Kenneth was called to do a series of routes and shifts around the south during a busy and hectic part of the year. He had done a few of these before and knew they would take about a week and a half. Luckily he would be teamed up with a buddy from the mart so that the drive was almost non-stop. He called home to check in when he could, sometimes once a day, sometimes once every few days. Oddly enough, one night while Kenneth called to check in, he received no response. The next night, again… no response. The next night… still nothing. Kenneth became worried. He started hearing gossip and chatter over the radios about “crazies” and “loonies,” and still other stories about family not wanting to answer their phones when the truckers would call. He thought it sounded crazy, but was admittedly worried.

Finally the day had come when Kenneth and his driving partner made it back to Alabama. Even with the far-spaced housing and the sparse population of Marbury, something was eerie about the drive back to the food mart. It wasn’t until they pulled into the lot that they realized something was terribly wrong. The glass of the food mart had been cracked and broken in many areas. Smoke came from sections of the store. Cars were in disarray, some wrecked into others, some left with doors wide open. There was blood on the pavement, blood on shopping carts, blood on cars, blood on the glass. There were people… no, not people… lifeless husks, armless, legless, faceless husks lurching and groaning, staring blankly and licking the air. Kenneth knew he needed to get home quickly and immediately ran for his vehicle parked away from the main lot. He never knew what had become of his riding partner.

When Kenneth arrived home that fateful day, his world fell into disarray. His yard had become a shuffling ground for those… zombies. After quickly running inside, he found his mother and father, along with another unidentified individual, dead on the floor of the kitchen. He couldn’t tell what exactly had happened between the bite marks and the gun shot wounds, but he knew he had to get out. Kenneth didn’t know where James was, but he knew he would probably be safe and knew that he couldn’t wait around to see. Kenneth quickly ran into his father’s trophy room and grabbed the first few things he could get his hands on, his father’s Super Redhawk .454 revolver and a sawn off shotgun his father had just fiddled with days before, along with the shells lying next to it.

After Kenneth grabbed what he could, he then had to test his mettle, as a few crawlers had made it inside the house. Using the revolver, he blasted his way outside of the house. Frenetic, he raced for his car, not even really thinking about what he was doing.


It wasn’t until he had got down the road a ways that he decided what to do. Kenneth had made the gut decision, for whatever reason, that he was going to go to Philadelphia. He was going to find Tanya.
397  TZH Discussion / TZH Fan Fiction / Re: ~Breakdown~ on: February 09, 2010, 04:34:10 pm
No more?  Undecided
398  Roleplaying / Role Playing Sign up and OOC / Re: Log's Role Playing Game, or "LoRPlaG" for people who like to say funny things. on: February 08, 2010, 11:17:21 am

I keep up with the comic and decided to scope the forums and saw the section for Role Play. It's my first post, but I have been looking for some good RPGage and decided that this could be pretty cool, like this guy.  He love you long time

Name: Jörgen “J” Sandström (Yor-gun)
Weapon School: Rifles
Positive Modifiers: Specialist [Rifles] (+1 on combat rolls with rifles), Athletic (+2 bonus on physical rolls), Tough Guy (+10 hit points),
Negative Modifiers: Bad Attitude (-2 penalty on social rolls)
Specialist: Not Available
Age: 35
Physical Description: Jörgen is a full blown Swede (or the equivalent for this scenario) with a bad attitude. Standing at 6’2’’ and weighing in at about 200 pounds, he (generally) has a commanding presence. He is bald, though might have a little fuzz at times when shaving can’t be performed for several days and has a full beard connected to a mustache and sideburns. He typically wears rugged jeans tucked into black boots, a well fitting grey shirt with a well fitting leather trench coat that extends about to his knees and fingerless leather gloves.
History: -For the sake of anti-metagaming and in game enjoyment, I have decided not to write a brief history, as I am used to doing. Jörgen doesn’t have some “super secret past” or anything, I just think it’d be fun to learn about one another in game.-
Starting Loadout: Old Rifle, Healing Kitx2
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