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Character: Ranma Saotome
Series: Ranma 1/2
Canon: Ranma Saotome is the heir and prodigy practitioner to the
Flawless in Any Form Indescrimate Grappling (or Anything Goes Martial Arts, for the
Viz watchers/readers) style of his family. He and his father have been
on a training journey since Ranma could walk, and have gone far and
wide to learn the ways of the art. While training did take place, most
of the time it was under some hair-brained, half-assed idea of Genma's
that should have killed little Ranma ten times over. Amazing enough,
he endured and got stronger.
His current crisis is, of course, his father's fault. He labors under
a Jusenkyo curse that changes him to a girl when doused with cold
water. Hot water is the only known cure, and it's temporary until
he's splashed again. He also is under the heavy debt of Genma's
actions, as he has several fiancees--one of which was promised from
birth, another he accepted a dowry for, and several others that as of
yet, are completely unidentified (but you can be assured they exist).
He lives with the earliest of the betrothals in the Tendo Dojo, and
fights off the day-to-day oddities and martial arts insanity that is
par for course in Nerima. The only constant is that despite whatever
is thrown at him--ghost cats, perverted men, fanatic cults, or half-baked
princes from unmarked countries--is that Ranma Saotome doesn't
lose.
If it suits whoever the hell's listenin', lemme tell you a story.
There was this guy, pretty strong and damned confident, right? He's
usually easy to depend on, 'specially when honor's involved.
Now this guy has a bum idiot for a father, and his father has amassed
a debt for his kid that no person could pay off in two lifetimes.
But
the kid tries to anyway, 'cause, y'know, honor and stuff. Every theft,
every broken promise or stolen dowry, doesn't matter. The kid will
usually (after much grumbling and pummeling of his Pops) bend over
backward, forward, and diagonally to solve the problem.
Now this kid's good, damned good, but he's still human, which means
that eventually he'll run into something even he can't immediately find
a way out of.
This something happens to take the form of Ryuugenzawa forest. Y'know,
if Ryuugenzawa had swampland instead of forest. And the birds made a
game of shittin' on you to test your agility (which, by the way, was
fast enough to avoid 59/63 attempts. Damned flying rats must've been
psychic or somethin' to be that fast). And the gorillas wanted to
congo
line on your nubile flesh. And goats who will never leave your pigtail
alone it's not a meal you jackasses.
Oh, and zombies. Can't forget the zombies.
But note the word "immediately" in my story. I can find a way out past
that funky field. And I will find a way back to Nerima. And I will
beat my father from one side of Tokyo to the other. And not for
droppin' me in this hellhole--lack of fiancees balances it out, kinda.
No, it'll be because he knocked me over the head, tossed me in a box,
and cargo flew me to East Bubba Fuck Who Gives a Shit USA, and had
the nuts to do so via third class shipping.
Cheap bastard. No standards whatsoever.
Poll Vote!
Character: Nami
Series: One Piece
Canon: Nami is a young thief. She is constantly wondering where she can find
valuable treasure. She also has a gift with drawing maps and navigation. Not very strong
physically, she relies on her brains and her charms to get her out of trouble. She doesn't
like to make any close relationships; she prefers to use others in order to attain her goals.
She completely detests pirates, but she joins the crew of the Going Merry in hopes of finding
more treasure. On the surface, she may not seem like a good person, but deep down she is kind
and she does think of the crew of the Going Merry as her friends.
Well, this is just great. I'm stuck in some swamp in the middle of nowhere
with a bunch of weirdoes. On top of all that, I don't think there's anything even remotely
valuable here. (Not like I really wanted to steal with these freaks anyway.) All I wanted was
a break from the crew of the Going Merry, but now I kind of miss them, especially Sanji's
cooking. The food here is just plain awful! I can never tell what plant or animal I'm eating!
On second thought, maybe I don't want to know. Ick. . .
There are a lot of strange creatures around, even stranger than the other campers. They moan
and their skin looks rotten. They smell like rotting flesh, too. They don't flinch when I
strike them with my rods. I only did that a few times before I ran away. (While screaming,
I'm ashamed to say.) They're just so nasty and ugly! I wonder if they're connected to the
murder somehow. Ugh, that's a scary thought. It makes those weird creatures sound like killer
zombies! A murder mystery can be interesting, but not when my own life might be in danger!
I actually tried to escape. Sort of. I got lost as soon as I took a few steps into the forest!
(Well actually, I got cold feet. Those zombie creatures are scary! I don't want to face them
alone while in dark woods!) I can't use my charms to get out of here, since there's no one I
can use my charms on. It seems like I'm stuck here. I don't know why I can't find my way out.
I feel like I was blindfolded when I first came through the forest to get to camp, although I'm
positive I wasn't.
Maybe if I can find some nice, strong people to be my bodyguards, I could learn the layout of
this place enough to draw maps. And then I can sell them to the other campers. I'm sure
they'll be more than willing to fork over money for something useful. Once I make enough maps
(and money), I might know a way out of here! Perhaps this camp isn't so bad after all. . .
Oh, who am I kidding? This is just the worst vacation ever! I want to leave this horrible
place now! But I'll never work up the courage to escape! I'd get lost in the woods and then
those zombies will come and get me! And I doubt I'll be able to rely on any of the other
campers for assistance. (I can't even steal anything good from them.) Oh, why does this place
exist? I just wanted to have a decent vacation. It's deception! They tricked me into coming
here! It sounded so wonderful at first, but now that I'm here, I realize what a terrible place
this is! Why did I let myself get into this mess?
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Character: Simba
Series: The Lion King
Canon: Simba is a young lion that after being tricked by his uncle into thinking he caused his father's dead (see Hamlet) runs away and befriends a meerkat and a warthog (Timon and Pumbaa), who play the role first of surrogate parents, then of best friends. (To lionking.org's character profile)
I think I may be lost. I just wanted to find Pumbaa's secret stash of dung beetles, but I must've taken a wrong turn somewhere after the waterfall... Timon is going to yell at me. Again.
I found big monkey-like-things, without the fur, and chased them around, it was pretty fun until I bit one, the thing was DEAD, and it tasted horrible and its arm came off, and you know, when you slice a worm in half and get two worms? It was the same, only that worms are NOT dead, taste good, and don't try to climb up my tail. The thing scattered off when I ran towards a lake, the water looked funny, seemed like it dared me to drink it. And I was thirsty. I don't remember clearly what happenned after that. I think I was a deer and Pumbaa was my mother. It was great, I'd be leaping of joy if this place wasn't so CREEPY.
I think I saw a rabbit. I'm going to follow him, hopefully he can tell me the way back home.
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Character: Leonardo
Series: TMNT (movie version)
Canon: Leo, while still being a teenager, has a tendency to become a straight laced, stick in the mud. Were it not for his family's position as a ninja clan (and even with said position) one might think he takes his role of 'big' brother too seriously. Being the unofficial leader of his family/clan, as well as being a perfectionist (to the point of perceived personal failures usually resulting in greatly staggering blows to his confidence) and a bit mother hen-ish over his brothers, tends to give people the assumption that he's nothing more than a boy scout with a stick firmly implanted up his ass. His personality is strangely like a polar opposite of Raph in that they are almost exactly the same when it comes down to it, yet they differ just enough to repel eachother. This tends not to be obvious to one who doesn't pay close enough attention, yet on occasions a troubled and angry Leo can be mistaken for Raph in mannerisms. He tries to be proper and polite in strange company or in the company of those he feels he should respect. However, give him long enough when he doesn't feel the need to be polite and he'll likely shock people with the teenage likenesses he still manages to possess in spite of his usual maturity level.
Leo's main (and pretty much only) goal is to protect his family. That, in consequence means he still has to keep up his training and he still has to be the 'bossy' one, with or without known enemies existing to harm them (a ninja's always supposed to be prepared after all). Leo tries to stay on equal grounds with his brothers and would willingly die for any of them, but at times his attitude and position in the clan makes things rocky with them(obviously this very clear with Raphael who at times gets into loud, and rarely even violent, disagreements with Leo). As for Splinter, one might very well consider Leonardo's relationship with his non-biological parental unit to be a 'brown nosing' ordeal and that Leo would simply never disregard an order from his precious master. However, despite the reputation he's gotten himself, Leonardo simply has great respect for his master/father and would turn a deaf ear to his master's words if there ever came a time he thought they were wrong.
Note: I do have Michaelangelo's permission for this, in case there might have been any wonder about it.
...I don't know what the date is anymore...
So, I went looking for my missing brother, Michaelangelo some unknown amount of time back. No big deal right? ... Wrong. Of course, things never do seem to go easily for me anyway. Why should this time be any different? Then again this isn't the breed of trouble I've gotten used to dealing with. No common thieves, no ninjas...Rhazor and Tokka aren't even up to par with this mess. I thought things were strange when I was growing up. Yet, here I am, typing this journal entry, while remaining as alert as possible. I'm sure anyone actually reading this is ready for me to just shut up with the dramatics and say what's going on already, so I'll do so.
Somehow I got lost in my search and I found myself at what looks like some kind of camp grounds. My senses were warning me something wasn't right. ...mostly the facts that I had no idea where I was all the sudden and something smelled worse than the sewers back home. That's saying a lot considering I live in New York. Eventually I saw several zombies. Yes, I, "Splinter Jr.," "BOY SCOUT," "FEARLESS LEADER," just admitted to the existence of zombies. I know my brothers will all wonder if the pressures of leadership have finally gone to my head (if they get the chance to hear or see me speak of this). On the bright side of this, if Michaelangelo isn't here he can't be in much worse of a position, can he? ...Optimism is so much easier in typing...
I've been typing this to keep on my toes and sort my thoughts by doing this, since it's not safe to meditate. I'm also kind of hoping that by some strange twist of fate some living person might be able to help me out of here (some how it seems impossible to get out of this place, something strange is at work here and I don'tknow what). I'm not used to typing things either. What? It's morning already? I didn't know I was typing that slowly! Then again I've been trying to stay out of sight so I've had to leave the key board a few times. I'm fairly certain I've been at this for a few hours.
Still no luck with finding Michaelangelo or a way out... The lair must be a huge mess by now without Michaelangelo around to do his chores and me lost like this. Raphael's likely even more irratable than usual with both Mikey and me gone. I deffinetly wouldn't want to be Donatello right now. Raphael was enough of a jerk without two of us gone. Where the heck is Mikey? I need to get out of here and find him already and this whole thing is really starting to annoy me.
I've spotted a few living people about, but for reasons I won't go into I'm trying not to be seen. I'm sure these people would freak out upon seeing a stranger when they've got all of this zombie mess going on anyway.
Notes to self:
-MUST improve typing speed.
-Should have paid more attention to those stupid horror movies.
-Zombies seem to track by smell...
-Due to the last note things such as raw meat are probably a good thing to avoid in order NOT to smell any more meal-like
-It seems safer to stay on higher grounds...I can do that easily enough
-Approach everything with a good deal of caution
-Not a good idea to stay too long in one spot for very long
-With last note in mind, sleep should be taken care of by taking a small nap in one spot, moving else where for a while, moving to another spot and then naping again and continuing in this process till the need to pass out isn't so over whelming...
-If I ever get out of this place and find Mikey unharmed I am going to kick his tail so hard for dissapearing like this.
Poll Vote!
Character: Ginny
Series: Harry Potter
(mod note: Uh, spoilers, natch.)
Canon: Ginny Weasley, the only girl out of seven children,
grew up on the lower scale of the social spectrum. Her
family seldom had enough to survive, and because of it
Ginny is tough. She’s fought with all six brothers,
Death Eaters, and many other random canon characters.
Ginny’s Bat Bogey Hex is surprisingly formidable for
the small red-headed girl. In her fifth year of
Hogwarts, Ginny dated Dean Thomas, whom she broke up
with for Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, but they
broke up at the end of the term.
Stupid Ron. I’ll kill him one day, I swear I will! I’m
stuck all year in this stupid muggle summer camp
because of him. He told Mum something about me being
the Hogwarts broom…I dunno. I wasn’t really paying
attention. But I did hear rumors about Draco and Colin
being here too. Wonder if they’re camp brooms…? So Mum
sent me to this muggle camp to keep me away from
school and those Death Eaters that are running
rampant.
Anyway, I get here, right? On some odd little muggle
bus, and they show me my cabin. Small, damp little
thing. My roomies are a little odd. I think I heard
them mention something about zombies. Inferi???
Here??? Oh, no!! Is
He-Who-Must-Not-Bathe-Be-Named here? Oh,
dammit. That means Harry’s going to be showing up
sometime soon. Pansy boy.
Because I’m so over him.
Sooooo over him.
The-Boy-Who-Won’t-Die and I are sooo through.
I don’t even think about him.
Ever.
Really.
[locked to Harry, if he reads this]
♥ I love you. ♥
[/locked to Harry, if he reads this]
And just to prove how OVER HIM I am, I made out with a
random camper just a minute ago. I mean, sure he was
kind of dumb (all he would do was grunt and moan about
brains), and after we were done his arm came off and
he tried to kill me, but I kind of liked him. ^^
Because I’m over Harry.
Soooo over him.
Yeah.
Anyways, it’s getting dark and Mum’ll be wanting a
letter from me before too long. Fly, pretty little
native-bird! Fly away!!!
Oh, for Merlin’s snake. My new boyfriend just ripped
out the poor birdy’s heart and is devouring its brain.
*sigh* I just can’t win today, can I?
I’m going to bed. *pouts*
[locked to Harry, if he reads this]
♥ I still love you. ♥
[/locked to Harry, if he reads this]
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Character: Major Ocelot
Series: Metal Gear (specifically Metal Gear Solid 3)
Canon: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revolver_Ocelot
In the back-biting double-crossing world of spies and giant robots that is Metal Gear, Ocelot is the sneakiest of the sneaky. At the tender age of 20 (them's 1964 years), he's already an operative for multiple espionage organizations, betraying all of them to his true employers, a set of mysterious shadowy figures known as the Patriots. In public he appears as the commander of a team of GRU operatives (the Soviet equivelent of the CIA).
Ocelot is snarky, overconfident, pompous, and altogether way too concerned with his image. A fanboy of Westerns, he doesn't go out at all without a pair of boots and spurs and occasionally wears a classic brown duster. His preferred weapons are a set of old-fashioned revolvers, which he can twirl and juggle with ease. He's also an expert marksman. He seeks out the finest of opponents to battle with and takes every measure possible to ensure as fair a fight as possible, forbidding his underlings to assist him and refusing to assist those who get themselves into duels that they begin to lose. Ocelot is certainly willing to play dirty if his opponent stoops so low, however. Outside of legitimate battle, however, Ocelot is a sadist, taking diverse pleasure in inflicting pain and terror in his victims, making him a master interrogator.
[locked to Patriots]
Your information was correct, as always. I'll seewhat I can find out and if it can be of any benefit.
[/lock]
[locked to GRU]
Hey boys. America's not quite as dull as the promotional films would have us think. Decadent, sure, but some of the sights make the decadence worthwhile.. As is my pleasure, I've arranged to
tour some of Old West towns that they have set up across the country, so it will probably be a while before I get home. Carry on as ordered until then.
[/lock]
This swamp is disgusting! It's one thing to come to America and be surrounded by capitalist waste, but actually going out into the wilderness and walking through the sludge is a treat
I could've done without. It's not like we don't have swamps back home.
I'm not even stranded in a small town; I'm in a damn summer camp. I finally arrive in America and there's no where to procure American guns! It's like a bad joke. And the movies! I actually got to see a Gregory Peck movie in the theater before I arrived at the campground. It was thrilling to finally see it in its original language! The bastards who translate these things never get it right! Easily one of the best days of my life so far. What action! What drama! I was so excited.. I nearly started shooting up the screen with my own sidearms (Another close call. I miss being able to just SHOOT things whenever I want..) I can't believe how good the film was in the original English. I don't know if I /can/ go back to subtitles ... or the Russian /DUBBING/. What a nightmare.
The cars are a bit nicer than back home. Americans have no idea how to drive, though. And some of their /women/ are allowed to drive. One fool bitch on the road going five under the speed limit. I shot her gas tank as I passed her. It was glorious -- I haven't blown anything up in weeks.
I guess America's not really all bad, considering. This camp, however, remains very boring. While it does afford me a bit more freedom to indulge myself, the place is a dump! None of the buildings could possibly be up to code. And there's not much in the way of defense against the wildlife. I don't like the way some of the animals were looking at me when I arrived.
The rest of the campers look relatively harmless, but it'd be safer to keep an eye on them. Just in case. I wouldn't mind having target practice. Or a good fight! What a surprise that'd be, to find a decent competitor in a place like this.
Feh. I feel like shooting something again.
... hmph. Does anyone out there have any engine grease?
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Character: Bertram Wilberforce Wooster
Series: P. G. Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster stories [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wodehouse]
Canon: Member of the idle rich and employer of the
Platonic ideal of gentlemen's personal gentlemen, Jeeves, Bertie
Wooster cavorts eternally through the Edwardian Arcady of Wodehouse's
creation, where the worst a chap has to dread is an aunt on the
warpath and life resembles a musical comedy more than anything human.
The ratio of skull to brain in Bertie's head may be higher than his
nearest and dearest could wish, but he is magnificently sweet-natured,
loyal and chivalrous, and is constantly flinging himself -- or being
flung -- into harrowing situations in order to help his equally
dim-witted friends. Noblesse oblige sums it up.
This Bertie has been aged down to a mere stripling still wound in the
toils of Magdalen College, Oxford, which means that he is that tragic
thing: the pre-Jeeves Wooster.
At times like these, I always think of what that poet chappie said in
that poem about something or the other -- I can't quite call it to
mind at the moment, but you know the one I mean. The gist of it being:
rummy, how things work out.
I mean to say, you wouldn't think that taking a brief holiday in the
New World to smoothe a brow creased by a term's honest toil in Oxford
would result in the last scion of the Woosters barricading himself in
the wilds of the jungle against the urgent attentions of the native
fauna. Watching Bertram disembark at New York with a song on his lips
and a bucket slopping with red paint in each hand, any observer who
wasn't Nostradamus would have seen nothing but a carefree young fellow
slated for a week crammed with merrymaking in the best Babylonian
tradition.
And yet here I am, fighting off a lot of virulently-hued simians
displaying more interest in the Wooster monogrammed underclothing than
is strictly maidenly in gently brought-up apes. Makes you think, don't
you know.
Well, nothing for it, Bertram old chap. Stiffen the old upper lip,
clench the fists, straighten the backbone, dejellify the knees, and
commend the soul to God. It could be worse. If one is about to
die, at least one isn't doing it where an aunt could hound one to
death over it --
Hullo! What's this? Humans, by gum! Cooooeeeee! I say, this is a piece
of luck, what? Cooooeeeeee! Over here!
... Odd complexions you get in the colonies. Rather more on the grey
side than anything I've ever seen outside the mirror the morning after
Boat Race Night. Been inhaling rather too much of the old roast bison,
what? Well, well, we can't all be things of beauty and joys forever.
Still, it's rummy what an air of menace dyspepsia lends a fellow. Look
at these specimens' faces -- far from the sort of welcoming affection
one likes to see in our American cousins, I mean to say. If one didn't
know better, one might fancy there was a distinctly nasty glint in
their eyes. The sort of glint a chap would have, who would bung crates
of Oolong into the briny deep at the mere wobble of a boater, and do
it with pleasure, too.
Fortunately one does know better, of course. It's a trifle ungenerous
to quibble over the earthly shells of the cavalry, what? Here they
come, the noble souls.
What ho! What ho! What hoaaaaargh --
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Character: Rosalyn
Series: Okage: Shadow King
(mod note: Rosalyn is one of those borderline campers that we're letting slide in and go up to vote.)
Canon: Rosalyn is a hero who, though she fights for justice and good, is fighting along with Ari and his shadow Evil King Stan to help Stan get his power and original body back. While in the process they defeat false Evil Kings and save towns, she really hates helping an evil being like Stan. She and Stan can-and do-argue for hours, often degenerating into childish insults. However, because of something Stan’s done to her shadow and is unable to fix until he has his powers back, she needs to help him, much as she dislikes him. To hide what Stan’s done to her shadow, Rosalyn carries an open parasol everywhere; the shadow it casts hides hers.
Rosalyn can be very mature and, when dealing with children, a little bit motherly. (And perhaps a bit condescending as well.) Her ego is occasionally almost as big as Stan’s, but she’s able to admit when she’s wrong.
I took a small liberty since there are already 2 Okage characters in camp, and in my application imply that Stan and Ari fell from a high bridge from a certain part of the game and were lost to camp that way. I hope this is all right with everybody? It would just be out of character for Rosalyn to not remark on their absence and how she wonders why they’ve been gone.
What is wrong with this place? Usually ghosts and zombies don’t come into a town, but they’re everywhere here. It’s like an infestation of darkness and corruption! I wonder if it’s that idiot Stan’s fault. Then again, this looks far too evil and well done to be his doing. Whether it’s his scatterbrained plan or not, though, this is horrible-all these children stuck in this dreadful, miserable place! Are there any adults around? There have to be! There’s no way it could be only children living here, but I haven’t found any adults yet.
What were Ari and Stan thinking, anyway, abandoning the rest of us when we were almost to the World Library! Even if that bridge did collapse while they were on it, it’s no reason to disappear for four months!
Regardless, it is clear to me what must be done. I, the Hero Rosalyn, fighting for good and justice, shall eliminate the ghost and zombie infestation of this village and save all these children! If there is an Evil King at the heart of it all-and if it’s that idiot floppy fluffy shadow Stan… especially if it’s Stan-I’ll defeat him and return peace to this place! It’s my duty as a Hero-no, as a human being!
Rescuing this town from whatever menace is causing this, it’s something that’ll make me a well-respected and famous hero again. Even if I do carry an open parasol in buildings and my shadow is-my shadow is-!
Calm down, Rosalyn. That’s no way to defeat the evil that has burrowed deep into the heart of this town! And if Stan is at the root of it all, I’ll take him and Ari back with me, and then Stan can fix that thing-! And I won’t be such a laughing-stock anymore. I’ll be well-known and liked everywhere, and I bet tons of young, cute male heroes will want to learn all sorts of things from the Great Hero Rosalyn, Defeater of the Evil King…
Okay! Let’s go! Children, don’t worry, the Hero Rosalyn is here to save you!
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Character: Envy
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (Manga version… yes, there’s a difference) http://groups.msn.com/FullMetalAlchemist/yourwebpage1.msnw
Canon: Envy is a homunculus, or human-made person. To those familiar with the anime, his motivations are different in the manga. He receives his orders from “Father”, and right now, he and the rest of the Homunculus are collecting Alchemists, and are referring to them as the “sacrifices”. Ed is one of these sacrifices, and thus, it is in Envy’s best interest to keep him alive. Another difference is that the big spoiler at the end of the series regarding Envy and Ed does not apply in the manga, at least as far as we know right now.
[Private] Ugh… This is disgusting. Not only is this a very dirty place, that Fullmetal Pipsqueak is here. Of course, the whole reason that I’m here is because he is. I honestly have no idea what Father is thinking.
I’m supposed to keep our important sacrifice from getting himself killed before his usefulness. I’d prefer just letting him die, and using his little brother, but he’d need a body for that.
Once I find some way of getting out of here, I’ll knock out the precious Pipsqueak, relieve him of his automail, and drag him back to Father. Then I’ll go after the Flameing Gay Colonel.
Hmm… I think taking the shape of that pathetic little girl that’s so attached to him would be helpful. At least until I figure out the truth behind this place. [/Private]
Ed! I’m so glad you’re here! The military’s had a search out on you for months! You’d better have been taking care of that automail! I’ll make you regret it if you haven’t! Hmph! Well, I’m glad to see you’ve been taking care of Al.
If there’s anything that needs fixed, I’ve got my toolbox with me, so go ahead and ask. I’ll help anyone who asks! I just hope I have the proper materials. I’ll also be taking a look to see what I can do with the forcefield generator. The zombies and gorillas won’t let me get close. Pip- er… Ed, Al, I hate to ask, but could you guys fend them off while I work? Then of course I’ll show you who I really am, but you don’t need to know that, now do you?
I got here through taking orders from good-for-nothing some information that Second Lieutenant Hawkeye let me in on; she thought that I’d like to know. Then I just sort of wandered in through the gate, saw some bags and a shotgun lying waiting for me, and the zombies were closing in. I bashed a few with my wrench, then ended up here, in the middle of camp.
Ack! They’re closing in! Ed! Help me!
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Character: Ranma Saotome
Series: Ranma 1/2
Canon: Ranma Saotome is the heir and prodigy practitioner to the
Flawless in Any Form Indescrimate Grappling (or Anything Goes Martial Arts, for the
Viz watchers/readers) style of his family. He and his father have been
on a training journey since Ranma could walk, and have gone far and
wide to learn the ways of the art. While training did take place, most
of the time it was under some hair-brained, half-assed idea of Genma's
that should have killed little Ranma ten times over. Amazing enough,
he endured and got stronger.
His current crisis is, of course, his father's fault. He labors under
a Jusenkyo curse that changes him to a girl when doused with cold
water. Hot water is the only known cure, and it's temporary until
he's splashed again. He also is under the heavy debt of Genma's
actions, as he has several fiancees--one of which was promised from
birth, another he accepted a dowry for, and several others that as of
yet, are completely unidentified (but you can be assured they exist).
He lives with the earliest of the betrothals in the Tendo Dojo, and
fights off the day-to-day oddities and martial arts insanity that is
par for course in Nerima. The only constant is that despite whatever
is thrown at him--ghost cats, perverted men, fanatic cults, or half-baked
princes from unmarked countries--is that Ranma Saotome doesn't
lose.
If it suits whoever the hell's listenin', lemme tell you a story.
There was this guy, pretty strong and damned confident, right? He's
usually easy to depend on, 'specially when honor's involved.
Now this guy has a bum idiot for a father, and his father has amassed
a debt for his kid that no person could pay off in two lifetimes.
But
the kid tries to anyway, 'cause, y'know, honor and stuff. Every theft,
every broken promise or stolen dowry, doesn't matter. The kid will
usually (after much grumbling and pummeling of his Pops) bend over
backward, forward, and diagonally to solve the problem.
Now this kid's good, damned good, but he's still human, which means
that eventually he'll run into something even he can't immediately find
a way out of.
This something happens to take the form of Ryuugenzawa forest. Y'know,
if Ryuugenzawa had swampland instead of forest. And the birds made a
game of shittin' on you to test your agility (which, by the way, was
fast enough to avoid 59/63 attempts. Damned flying rats must've been
psychic or somethin' to be that fast). And the gorillas wanted to
congo
line on your nubile flesh. And goats who will never leave your pigtail
alone it's not a meal you jackasses.
Oh, and zombies. Can't forget the zombies.
But note the word "immediately" in my story. I can find a way out past
that funky field. And I will find a way back to Nerima. And I will
beat my father from one side of Tokyo to the other. And not for
droppin' me in this hellhole--lack of fiancees balances it out, kinda.
No, it'll be because he knocked me over the head, tossed me in a box,
and cargo flew me to East Bubba Fuck Who Gives a Shit USA, and had
the nuts to do so via third class shipping.
Cheap bastard. No standards whatsoever.
Poll Vote!
Character: Nami
Series: One Piece
Canon: Nami is a young thief. She is constantly wondering where she can find
valuable treasure. She also has a gift with drawing maps and navigation. Not very strong
physically, she relies on her brains and her charms to get her out of trouble. She doesn't
like to make any close relationships; she prefers to use others in order to attain her goals.
She completely detests pirates, but she joins the crew of the Going Merry in hopes of finding
more treasure. On the surface, she may not seem like a good person, but deep down she is kind
and she does think of the crew of the Going Merry as her friends.
Well, this is just great. I'm stuck in some swamp in the middle of nowhere
with a bunch of weirdoes. On top of all that, I don't think there's anything even remotely
valuable here. (Not like I really wanted to steal with these freaks anyway.) All I wanted was
a break from the crew of the Going Merry, but now I kind of miss them, especially Sanji's
cooking. The food here is just plain awful! I can never tell what plant or animal I'm eating!
On second thought, maybe I don't want to know. Ick. . .
There are a lot of strange creatures around, even stranger than the other campers. They moan
and their skin looks rotten. They smell like rotting flesh, too. They don't flinch when I
strike them with my rods. I only did that a few times before I ran away. (While screaming,
I'm ashamed to say.) They're just so nasty and ugly! I wonder if they're connected to the
murder somehow. Ugh, that's a scary thought. It makes those weird creatures sound like killer
zombies! A murder mystery can be interesting, but not when my own life might be in danger!
I actually tried to escape. Sort of. I got lost as soon as I took a few steps into the forest!
(Well actually, I got cold feet. Those zombie creatures are scary! I don't want to face them
alone while in dark woods!) I can't use my charms to get out of here, since there's no one I
can use my charms on. It seems like I'm stuck here. I don't know why I can't find my way out.
I feel like I was blindfolded when I first came through the forest to get to camp, although I'm
positive I wasn't.
Maybe if I can find some nice, strong people to be my bodyguards, I could learn the layout of
this place enough to draw maps. And then I can sell them to the other campers. I'm sure
they'll be more than willing to fork over money for something useful. Once I make enough maps
(and money), I might know a way out of here! Perhaps this camp isn't so bad after all. . .
Oh, who am I kidding? This is just the worst vacation ever! I want to leave this horrible
place now! But I'll never work up the courage to escape! I'd get lost in the woods and then
those zombies will come and get me! And I doubt I'll be able to rely on any of the other
campers for assistance. (I can't even steal anything good from them.) Oh, why does this place
exist? I just wanted to have a decent vacation. It's deception! They tricked me into coming
here! It sounded so wonderful at first, but now that I'm here, I realize what a terrible place
this is! Why did I let myself get into this mess?
Poll Vote!
Character: Simba
Series: The Lion King
Canon: Simba is a young lion that after being tricked by his uncle into thinking he caused his father's dead (see Hamlet) runs away and befriends a meerkat and a warthog (Timon and Pumbaa), who play the role first of surrogate parents, then of best friends. (To lionking.org's character profile)
I think I may be lost. I just wanted to find Pumbaa's secret stash of dung beetles, but I must've taken a wrong turn somewhere after the waterfall... Timon is going to yell at me. Again.
I found big monkey-like-things, without the fur, and chased them around, it was pretty fun until I bit one, the thing was DEAD, and it tasted horrible and its arm came off, and you know, when you slice a worm in half and get two worms? It was the same, only that worms are NOT dead, taste good, and don't try to climb up my tail. The thing scattered off when I ran towards a lake, the water looked funny, seemed like it dared me to drink it. And I was thirsty. I don't remember clearly what happenned after that. I think I was a deer and Pumbaa was my mother. It was great, I'd be leaping of joy if this place wasn't so CREEPY.
I think I saw a rabbit. I'm going to follow him, hopefully he can tell me the way back home.
Poll Vote!
Character: Leonardo
Series: TMNT (movie version)
Canon: Leo, while still being a teenager, has a tendency to become a straight laced, stick in the mud. Were it not for his family's position as a ninja clan (and even with said position) one might think he takes his role of 'big' brother too seriously. Being the unofficial leader of his family/clan, as well as being a perfectionist (to the point of perceived personal failures usually resulting in greatly staggering blows to his confidence) and a bit mother hen-ish over his brothers, tends to give people the assumption that he's nothing more than a boy scout with a stick firmly implanted up his ass. His personality is strangely like a polar opposite of Raph in that they are almost exactly the same when it comes down to it, yet they differ just enough to repel eachother. This tends not to be obvious to one who doesn't pay close enough attention, yet on occasions a troubled and angry Leo can be mistaken for Raph in mannerisms. He tries to be proper and polite in strange company or in the company of those he feels he should respect. However, give him long enough when he doesn't feel the need to be polite and he'll likely shock people with the teenage likenesses he still manages to possess in spite of his usual maturity level.
Leo's main (and pretty much only) goal is to protect his family. That, in consequence means he still has to keep up his training and he still has to be the 'bossy' one, with or without known enemies existing to harm them (a ninja's always supposed to be prepared after all). Leo tries to stay on equal grounds with his brothers and would willingly die for any of them, but at times his attitude and position in the clan makes things rocky with them(obviously this very clear with Raphael who at times gets into loud, and rarely even violent, disagreements with Leo). As for Splinter, one might very well consider Leonardo's relationship with his non-biological parental unit to be a 'brown nosing' ordeal and that Leo would simply never disregard an order from his precious master. However, despite the reputation he's gotten himself, Leonardo simply has great respect for his master/father and would turn a deaf ear to his master's words if there ever came a time he thought they were wrong.
Note: I do have Michaelangelo's permission for this, in case there might have been any wonder about it.
...I don't know what the date is anymore...
So, I went looking for my missing brother, Michaelangelo some unknown amount of time back. No big deal right? ... Wrong. Of course, things never do seem to go easily for me anyway. Why should this time be any different? Then again this isn't the breed of trouble I've gotten used to dealing with. No common thieves, no ninjas...Rhazor and Tokka aren't even up to par with this mess. I thought things were strange when I was growing up. Yet, here I am, typing this journal entry, while remaining as alert as possible. I'm sure anyone actually reading this is ready for me to just shut up with the dramatics and say what's going on already, so I'll do so.
Somehow I got lost in my search and I found myself at what looks like some kind of camp grounds. My senses were warning me something wasn't right. ...mostly the facts that I had no idea where I was all the sudden and something smelled worse than the sewers back home. That's saying a lot considering I live in New York. Eventually I saw several zombies. Yes, I, "Splinter Jr.," "BOY SCOUT," "FEARLESS LEADER," just admitted to the existence of zombies. I know my brothers will all wonder if the pressures of leadership have finally gone to my head (if they get the chance to hear or see me speak of this). On the bright side of this, if Michaelangelo isn't here he can't be in much worse of a position, can he? ...Optimism is so much easier in typing...
I've been typing this to keep on my toes and sort my thoughts by doing this, since it's not safe to meditate. I'm also kind of hoping that by some strange twist of fate some living person might be able to help me out of here (some how it seems impossible to get out of this place, something strange is at work here and I don'tknow what). I'm not used to typing things either. What? It's morning already? I didn't know I was typing that slowly! Then again I've been trying to stay out of sight so I've had to leave the key board a few times. I'm fairly certain I've been at this for a few hours.
Still no luck with finding Michaelangelo or a way out... The lair must be a huge mess by now without Michaelangelo around to do his chores and me lost like this. Raphael's likely even more irratable than usual with both Mikey and me gone. I deffinetly wouldn't want to be Donatello right now. Raphael was enough of a jerk without two of us gone. Where the heck is Mikey? I need to get out of here and find him already and this whole thing is really starting to annoy me.
I've spotted a few living people about, but for reasons I won't go into I'm trying not to be seen. I'm sure these people would freak out upon seeing a stranger when they've got all of this zombie mess going on anyway.
Notes to self:
-MUST improve typing speed.
-Should have paid more attention to those stupid horror movies.
-Zombies seem to track by smell...
-Due to the last note things such as raw meat are probably a good thing to avoid in order NOT to smell any more meal-like
-It seems safer to stay on higher grounds...I can do that easily enough
-Approach everything with a good deal of caution
-Not a good idea to stay too long in one spot for very long
-With last note in mind, sleep should be taken care of by taking a small nap in one spot, moving else where for a while, moving to another spot and then naping again and continuing in this process till the need to pass out isn't so over whelming...
-If I ever get out of this place and find Mikey unharmed I am going to kick his tail so hard for dissapearing like this.
Poll Vote!
Character: Ginny
Series: Harry Potter
(mod note: Uh, spoilers, natch.)
Canon: Ginny Weasley, the only girl out of seven children,
grew up on the lower scale of the social spectrum. Her
family seldom had enough to survive, and because of it
Ginny is tough. She’s fought with all six brothers,
Death Eaters, and many other random canon characters.
Ginny’s Bat Bogey Hex is surprisingly formidable for
the small red-headed girl. In her fifth year of
Hogwarts, Ginny dated Dean Thomas, whom she broke up
with for Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, but they
broke up at the end of the term.
Stupid Ron. I’ll kill him one day, I swear I will! I’m
stuck all year in this stupid muggle summer camp
because of him. He told Mum something about me being
the Hogwarts broom…I dunno. I wasn’t really paying
attention. But I did hear rumors about Draco and Colin
being here too. Wonder if they’re camp brooms…? So Mum
sent me to this muggle camp to keep me away from
school and those Death Eaters that are running
rampant.
Anyway, I get here, right? On some odd little muggle
bus, and they show me my cabin. Small, damp little
thing. My roomies are a little odd. I think I heard
them mention something about zombies. Inferi???
Here??? Oh, no!! Is
He-Who-Must-Not-Bathe-Be-Named here? Oh,
dammit. That means Harry’s going to be showing up
sometime soon. Pansy boy.
Because I’m so over him.
Sooooo over him.
The-Boy-Who-Won’t-Die and I are sooo through.
I don’t even think about him.
Ever.
Really.
[locked to Harry, if he reads this]
♥ I love you. ♥
[/locked to Harry, if he reads this]
And just to prove how OVER HIM I am, I made out with a
random camper just a minute ago. I mean, sure he was
kind of dumb (all he would do was grunt and moan about
brains), and after we were done his arm came off and
he tried to kill me, but I kind of liked him. ^^
Because I’m over Harry.
Soooo over him.
Yeah.
Anyways, it’s getting dark and Mum’ll be wanting a
letter from me before too long. Fly, pretty little
native-bird! Fly away!!!
Oh, for Merlin’s snake. My new boyfriend just ripped
out the poor birdy’s heart and is devouring its brain.
*sigh* I just can’t win today, can I?
I’m going to bed. *pouts*
[locked to Harry, if he reads this]
♥ I still love you. ♥
[/locked to Harry, if he reads this]
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Character: Major Ocelot
Series: Metal Gear (specifically Metal Gear Solid 3)
Canon: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revolver_Ocelot
In the back-biting double-crossing world of spies and giant robots that is Metal Gear, Ocelot is the sneakiest of the sneaky. At the tender age of 20 (them's 1964 years), he's already an operative for multiple espionage organizations, betraying all of them to his true employers, a set of mysterious shadowy figures known as the Patriots. In public he appears as the commander of a team of GRU operatives (the Soviet equivelent of the CIA).
Ocelot is snarky, overconfident, pompous, and altogether way too concerned with his image. A fanboy of Westerns, he doesn't go out at all without a pair of boots and spurs and occasionally wears a classic brown duster. His preferred weapons are a set of old-fashioned revolvers, which he can twirl and juggle with ease. He's also an expert marksman. He seeks out the finest of opponents to battle with and takes every measure possible to ensure as fair a fight as possible, forbidding his underlings to assist him and refusing to assist those who get themselves into duels that they begin to lose. Ocelot is certainly willing to play dirty if his opponent stoops so low, however. Outside of legitimate battle, however, Ocelot is a sadist, taking diverse pleasure in inflicting pain and terror in his victims, making him a master interrogator.
[locked to Patriots]
Your information was correct, as always. I'll seewhat I can find out and if it can be of any benefit.
[/lock]
[locked to GRU]
Hey boys. America's not quite as dull as the promotional films would have us think. Decadent, sure, but some of the sights make the decadence worthwhile.. As is my pleasure, I've arranged to
tour some of Old West towns that they have set up across the country, so it will probably be a while before I get home. Carry on as ordered until then.
[/lock]
This swamp is disgusting! It's one thing to come to America and be surrounded by capitalist waste, but actually going out into the wilderness and walking through the sludge is a treat
I could've done without. It's not like we don't have swamps back home.
I'm not even stranded in a small town; I'm in a damn summer camp. I finally arrive in America and there's no where to procure American guns! It's like a bad joke. And the movies! I actually got to see a Gregory Peck movie in the theater before I arrived at the campground. It was thrilling to finally see it in its original language! The bastards who translate these things never get it right! Easily one of the best days of my life so far. What action! What drama! I was so excited.. I nearly started shooting up the screen with my own sidearms (Another close call. I miss being able to just SHOOT things whenever I want..) I can't believe how good the film was in the original English. I don't know if I /can/ go back to subtitles ... or the Russian /DUBBING/. What a nightmare.
The cars are a bit nicer than back home. Americans have no idea how to drive, though. And some of their /women/ are allowed to drive. One fool bitch on the road going five under the speed limit. I shot her gas tank as I passed her. It was glorious -- I haven't blown anything up in weeks.
I guess America's not really all bad, considering. This camp, however, remains very boring. While it does afford me a bit more freedom to indulge myself, the place is a dump! None of the buildings could possibly be up to code. And there's not much in the way of defense against the wildlife. I don't like the way some of the animals were looking at me when I arrived.
The rest of the campers look relatively harmless, but it'd be safer to keep an eye on them. Just in case. I wouldn't mind having target practice. Or a good fight! What a surprise that'd be, to find a decent competitor in a place like this.
Feh. I feel like shooting something again.
... hmph. Does anyone out there have any engine grease?
Poll Vote!
Character: Bertram Wilberforce Wooster
Series: P. G. Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster stories [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wodehouse]
Canon: Member of the idle rich and employer of the
Platonic ideal of gentlemen's personal gentlemen, Jeeves, Bertie
Wooster cavorts eternally through the Edwardian Arcady of Wodehouse's
creation, where the worst a chap has to dread is an aunt on the
warpath and life resembles a musical comedy more than anything human.
The ratio of skull to brain in Bertie's head may be higher than his
nearest and dearest could wish, but he is magnificently sweet-natured,
loyal and chivalrous, and is constantly flinging himself -- or being
flung -- into harrowing situations in order to help his equally
dim-witted friends. Noblesse oblige sums it up.
This Bertie has been aged down to a mere stripling still wound in the
toils of Magdalen College, Oxford, which means that he is that tragic
thing: the pre-Jeeves Wooster.
At times like these, I always think of what that poet chappie said in
that poem about something or the other -- I can't quite call it to
mind at the moment, but you know the one I mean. The gist of it being:
rummy, how things work out.
I mean to say, you wouldn't think that taking a brief holiday in the
New World to smoothe a brow creased by a term's honest toil in Oxford
would result in the last scion of the Woosters barricading himself in
the wilds of the jungle against the urgent attentions of the native
fauna. Watching Bertram disembark at New York with a song on his lips
and a bucket slopping with red paint in each hand, any observer who
wasn't Nostradamus would have seen nothing but a carefree young fellow
slated for a week crammed with merrymaking in the best Babylonian
tradition.
And yet here I am, fighting off a lot of virulently-hued simians
displaying more interest in the Wooster monogrammed underclothing than
is strictly maidenly in gently brought-up apes. Makes you think, don't
you know.
Well, nothing for it, Bertram old chap. Stiffen the old upper lip,
clench the fists, straighten the backbone, dejellify the knees, and
commend the soul to God. It could be worse. If one is about to
die, at least one isn't doing it where an aunt could hound one to
death over it --
Hullo! What's this? Humans, by gum! Cooooeeeee! I say, this is a piece
of luck, what? Cooooeeeeee! Over here!
... Odd complexions you get in the colonies. Rather more on the grey
side than anything I've ever seen outside the mirror the morning after
Boat Race Night. Been inhaling rather too much of the old roast bison,
what? Well, well, we can't all be things of beauty and joys forever.
Still, it's rummy what an air of menace dyspepsia lends a fellow. Look
at these specimens' faces -- far from the sort of welcoming affection
one likes to see in our American cousins, I mean to say. If one didn't
know better, one might fancy there was a distinctly nasty glint in
their eyes. The sort of glint a chap would have, who would bung crates
of Oolong into the briny deep at the mere wobble of a boater, and do
it with pleasure, too.
Fortunately one does know better, of course. It's a trifle ungenerous
to quibble over the earthly shells of the cavalry, what? Here they
come, the noble souls.
What ho! What ho! What hoaaaaargh --
Poll Vote!
Character: Rosalyn
Series: Okage: Shadow King
(mod note: Rosalyn is one of those borderline campers that we're letting slide in and go up to vote.)
Canon: Rosalyn is a hero who, though she fights for justice and good, is fighting along with Ari and his shadow Evil King Stan to help Stan get his power and original body back. While in the process they defeat false Evil Kings and save towns, she really hates helping an evil being like Stan. She and Stan can-and do-argue for hours, often degenerating into childish insults. However, because of something Stan’s done to her shadow and is unable to fix until he has his powers back, she needs to help him, much as she dislikes him. To hide what Stan’s done to her shadow, Rosalyn carries an open parasol everywhere; the shadow it casts hides hers.
Rosalyn can be very mature and, when dealing with children, a little bit motherly. (And perhaps a bit condescending as well.) Her ego is occasionally almost as big as Stan’s, but she’s able to admit when she’s wrong.
I took a small liberty since there are already 2 Okage characters in camp, and in my application imply that Stan and Ari fell from a high bridge from a certain part of the game and were lost to camp that way. I hope this is all right with everybody? It would just be out of character for Rosalyn to not remark on their absence and how she wonders why they’ve been gone.
What is wrong with this place? Usually ghosts and zombies don’t come into a town, but they’re everywhere here. It’s like an infestation of darkness and corruption! I wonder if it’s that idiot Stan’s fault. Then again, this looks far too evil and well done to be his doing. Whether it’s his scatterbrained plan or not, though, this is horrible-all these children stuck in this dreadful, miserable place! Are there any adults around? There have to be! There’s no way it could be only children living here, but I haven’t found any adults yet.
What were Ari and Stan thinking, anyway, abandoning the rest of us when we were almost to the World Library! Even if that bridge did collapse while they were on it, it’s no reason to disappear for four months!
Regardless, it is clear to me what must be done. I, the Hero Rosalyn, fighting for good and justice, shall eliminate the ghost and zombie infestation of this village and save all these children! If there is an Evil King at the heart of it all-and if it’s that idiot floppy fluffy shadow Stan… especially if it’s Stan-I’ll defeat him and return peace to this place! It’s my duty as a Hero-no, as a human being!
Rescuing this town from whatever menace is causing this, it’s something that’ll make me a well-respected and famous hero again. Even if I do carry an open parasol in buildings and my shadow is-my shadow is-!
Calm down, Rosalyn. That’s no way to defeat the evil that has burrowed deep into the heart of this town! And if Stan is at the root of it all, I’ll take him and Ari back with me, and then Stan can fix that thing-! And I won’t be such a laughing-stock anymore. I’ll be well-known and liked everywhere, and I bet tons of young, cute male heroes will want to learn all sorts of things from the Great Hero Rosalyn, Defeater of the Evil King…
Okay! Let’s go! Children, don’t worry, the Hero Rosalyn is here to save you!
Poll Vote!
Character: Envy
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (Manga version… yes, there’s a difference) http://groups.msn.com/FullMetalAlchemist/yourwebpage1.msnw
Canon: Envy is a homunculus, or human-made person. To those familiar with the anime, his motivations are different in the manga. He receives his orders from “Father”, and right now, he and the rest of the Homunculus are collecting Alchemists, and are referring to them as the “sacrifices”. Ed is one of these sacrifices, and thus, it is in Envy’s best interest to keep him alive. Another difference is that the big spoiler at the end of the series regarding Envy and Ed does not apply in the manga, at least as far as we know right now.
[Private] Ugh… This is disgusting. Not only is this a very dirty place, that Fullmetal Pipsqueak is here. Of course, the whole reason that I’m here is because he is. I honestly have no idea what Father is thinking.
I’m supposed to keep our important sacrifice from getting himself killed before his usefulness. I’d prefer just letting him die, and using his little brother, but he’d need a body for that.
Once I find some way of getting out of here, I’ll knock out the precious Pipsqueak, relieve him of his automail, and drag him back to Father. Then I’ll go after the Flameing Gay Colonel.
Hmm… I think taking the shape of that pathetic little girl that’s so attached to him would be helpful. At least until I figure out the truth behind this place. [/Private]
Ed! I’m so glad you’re here! The military’s had a search out on you for months! You’d better have been taking care of that automail! I’ll make you regret it if you haven’t! Hmph! Well, I’m glad to see you’ve been taking care of Al.
If there’s anything that needs fixed, I’ve got my toolbox with me, so go ahead and ask. I’ll help anyone who asks! I just hope I have the proper materials. I’ll also be taking a look to see what I can do with the forcefield generator. The zombies and gorillas won’t let me get close. Pip- er… Ed, Al, I hate to ask, but could you guys fend them off while I work? Then of course I’ll show you who I really am, but you don’t need to know that, now do you?
I got here through taking orders from good-for-nothing some information that Second Lieutenant Hawkeye let me in on; she thought that I’d like to know. Then I just sort of wandered in through the gate, saw some bags and a shotgun lying waiting for me, and the zombies were closing in. I bashed a few with my wrench, then ended up here, in the middle of camp.
Ack! They’re closing in! Ed! Help me!
Poll Vote!