Death Rising Part 2

It's been about six moneth's since I've been on here. I want to rp but I don't have any settings. I'd like to play Fantasy.

Faith, I've started one on oning. So...

I'll be your bestest friend and join.

*Happy Face!* I get a best friend apon arrival!
What shall the setting be? How's your mom?
How're you enjoying Dead rising 2?
You should text me more!
LAWL

My mom's good. She's doin' the same as usual.
Dead Rising 2 is FUCKING AMAZING. I love using the Defiler, but my mom saw me use the Drill Bucket and she laughed at it. Because it's a bucket.
I would text more, but I ran out of service on my phone. D:
Setting... Setting... How about Dead Rising 2 since we're talking about it already?

Sounds amazing I love the new phychos<-- SPFAIL

The weapons are sweet
We should do that :DD
And there's ZOMBREX!



I love your mom, you should tell her that tehee!

She's not home yet. I'll tell her when she gets here.

I tried making a group one based on DR2 on Anon Board. Someone actually wanted to play as Snowflake. It was hilarious.

Anyway, you know my bio by now, but, as this is a different scenario, I shall give you some new basics.

I'll be playing as a male version of Rebecca Chang, only not Asian and more Zalgo-ish, y'know what I mean?

Also, fuck the chainsaws, I'm making my own weapons.

Also, I like the psychos, but I prefer the DR1 psychos, because they're all... Insane and hilarious.

But I am not afraid to say I donned the fetish outfit from that sex shop, then went to fight Randy.

Okay
Hehe
Okay I will be going with more of a IDK
Me person O-o

The C.U.R.E. CHICK mixed

Sorry gotta take a friend home then I'll be right back

*Salutes* Gotcha, ma'am.

I have returned.

As have I. Mom just got home.

Winnn :d Soooz you staartt
Hai Zagaies mommy

Nope, poster starts.

But I dunt wanna D: I'ves a headache, and I don't know how to start; where to start

Start just before zombies. That'd probably be easiest.

Okay
Bic


There it was, the roar of the crowds inside the large arena. I grunted quietly, shaking my head.

"Infected's rights!" The voices were loud around the arena. We all didn't feel the same about Zombies treatment. Some were only here forsomething to put on their resume. I shook my head as I looked up.

"TIR IS A NIGHTMARE!" a voice beside me yelled as I looked around. I shook my head as I held up a sign that spoke of C.U.R.E. and how we worked with others to keep from there being violent protest.

Kyle listened to the chants in the stands. "Quit the murder!", "They're just like us, only dead.", "Don't neglect the infected!". His thoughts on the matter were thus: They're dead. They need to stay dead. End of story.

But it wasn't the end of the story. Not as long as he was a reporter for Channel 6 Action News. The story was never done.

It wasn't done for Frank West 5 years ago, it won't be done for Zalgo Iminez now.

A deep breath pulled through my lungs once more as I looked around. So many were around me the thoughts were definate to hit the news. I was right. There it was, a camera crew for almost every single digit news channel in the state of Nevada, and even some from DC.

This was definate to hit the news. "This is what we need! To stand for those who cannot speak for themselves!" The words pulled through my lips and I smiled as a few started cheering and clapping.

All grew silent for a moment as the arena did. It wasn't usual that the scene outside the arena wasn't echoing with roars of fans and moans of infcted, but aparently it did sometimes.

A deep breath pulled through my lungs once more as I looked around. So many were around me the thoughts were definate to hit the news. I was right. There it was, a camera crew for almost every single digit news channel in the state of Nevada, and even some from DC.

This was definate to hit the news. "This is what we need! To stand for those who cannot speak for themselves!" The words pulled through my lips and I smiled as a few started cheering and clapping.

All grew silent for a moment as the arena did. It wasn't usual that the scene outside the arena wasn't echoing with roars of fans and moans of infcted, but aparently it did sometimes.

Kyle chuckled lightly at the CURE members' chanting and shouts. Sure, they said they were for the "Proper treatment of the Infected", but they were still a bunch of nutjobs if you asked him.

"Alright, guys, show's starting. Cameras working?" He asked, turning to his crew.

"All good, boss." The cameraman said, giving the thumbs up sign.

"Good." Kyle said, turning back to the members of CURE in the audience. "Let's give our viewers a show."

Not many of the News-casters understood what we were here for. It wasn't right. Unlike some of the others, I had done my fair share of infected killing, and I wanted to change this.

I shook my head as I turned back toward the few tourist gathering around to watch us. Most hadn't seen what C.U.R.E. at work. Hell, most of them didn't even know what we were.

I took in a short breath as I pulled the platinum silver hair behind one ear. I looked over as some of the more-Enthusiastic- Protesters started to run toward the doors. It wasn't unusual for a few to grow angry at us being ignore, but they didn't realize, what we needed was the media, and they were right there.

"No more will we keep silent. Let our govement know when will not stand for the drastic treatment of the infected!"

My voice seemed to grow louder and someone passed a bullhorn down the line.

"Their systematic neglect for our cause will be ignored no longer!"

There were cheers from soe of the people behind me as they branched off into different sections of chant.

One even spoke of how they would stand out here all night if it were to get our cause across.