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dementedmongoose · 12-24-2008, 10:20 PM

Well, the intelligence of a zombie will, much like with their living counterparts, vary from one to another, but the basic idea behind each is that a freshly turned zombie is a shambling pile of rags and flesh, can't think past strawfoot, hayfoot, whereas a zombie that's oh, say three months old can really think, it can plan, it can even show the motes of preference in its prey, and one that lasts to six months is basically a Cro-Magnon except for the gnawing hunger and rotten flesh. They run, they jump, they operate simple machines and tools, they even compete for dominance.

Now, as for you, I'm thinking that anything you can reasonably explain is allowed. You can have an M-203 if you can explain to me how you plan on keeping the thing loaded. Innovation is king, and whatever you can imagine without breaking the laws of probability is perfectly fine. Meaning that you can have your M-203 if you lived in Dallas and managed to raid the munitions plant off Goodwill Road (No, I didn't just make that up) to get the molds for bullets, but not if you are a townie who got the molds and weapon at the local gun exchange.

On to the antagonist. I was thinking maybe I'd keep that to myself, but I'll tell you now. The antagonist is a forty year old male zombie, turned on what I guess we can call "Z-Day," which is now about two or three years ago. All records point to him having been a genius to rival Prison Break's Michael Scofield, with more degrees than most small colleges have teachers. Since his turning, he has proven that he will give anything, anything to get into the small Midwestern town of Freedom, Indiana, and regularly sets traps and ambushes for passing convoys. The townsfolk of Freedom, harangued by the Professor, as he's known, can't send out warnings to passing convoys, only watch as they're slaughtered by ever growing numbers of zombies, and take in the few survivors of the Professor's ambushes. You need equipment to leave Freedom, and the Professor has everything you need. Unfortunately, he won't just give it to you for the asking.

I know, I know; I'm asking you to be reasonable, but at the same time, I create a villain that's wholly impossible.

12-24-2008, 10:20 PM	#5
dementedmongoose Mangoose! Join Date: May 2004 Location: IN TEH NAVYS! SINKIN UR SHIPS! Posts: 655	Well, the intelligence of a zombie will, much like with their living counterparts, vary from one to another, but the basic idea behind each is that a freshly turned zombie is a shambling pile of rags and flesh, can't think past strawfoot, hayfoot, whereas a zombie that's oh, say three months old can really think, it can plan, it can even show the motes of preference in its prey, and one that lasts to six months is basically a Cro-Magnon except for the gnawing hunger and rotten flesh. They run, they jump, they operate simple machines and tools, they even compete for dominance. Now, as for you, I'm thinking that anything you can reasonably explain is allowed. You can have an M-203 if you can explain to me how you plan on keeping the thing loaded. Innovation is king, and whatever you can imagine without breaking the laws of probability is perfectly fine. Meaning that you can have your M-203 if you lived in Dallas and managed to raid the munitions plant off Goodwill Road (No, I didn't just make that up) to get the molds for bullets, but not if you are a townie who got the molds and weapon at the local gun exchange. On to the antagonist. I was thinking maybe I'd keep that to myself, but I'll tell you now. The antagonist is a forty year old male zombie, turned on what I guess we can call "Z-Day," which is now about two or three years ago. All records point to him having been a genius to rival Prison Break's Michael Scofield, with more degrees than most small colleges have teachers. Since his turning, he has proven that he will give anything, anything to get into the small Midwestern town of Freedom, Indiana, and regularly sets traps and ambushes for passing convoys. The townsfolk of Freedom, harangued by the Professor, as he's known, can't send out warnings to passing convoys, only watch as they're slaughtered by ever growing numbers of zombies, and take in the few survivors of the Professor's ambushes. You need equipment to leave Freedom, and the Professor has everything you need. Unfortunately, he won't just give it to you for the asking. I know, I know; I'm asking you to be reasonable, but at the same time, I create a villain that's wholly impossible. __________________ I was nothing but a lonely all American boy, Looking out for something to do. And you were nothing but a lonely all American girl, But you were something like a dream come true.