CookieInTheFace changed the description of the group [roleplay group] Undead world from "In This universe, every roleplay takes place in the same universe (meaning if there is a roleplay where someone kills someone [CAN NOT BE THE ROLEPLAYERS] That character can't appear in any other roleplays)

Basically, a bunch of survivors band together after someone bombed the entire world (including his country) with bombs not only detroying everything, but leaving off a (unnamed) gas that turns anyone into a zombie. Since no one is immune to it, the more you breath it in, the more paranoid, crazed, and weaker you get until you go completely crazy and turn into a zombie. There is only one rare cure.

Anyways, here are the rules where you can stay safe from getting banned (5 strikes only, can take away strike if you show you have fixed your mistake)

Things you should know: The gas tears away stuff slowly, which is why most zombies have flesh torn away. New zombies have no torn away flesh. That also means that after a while it will tear away plastic. But remember, by slowly tear away I mean slowly, so it can take 3 months just to tear paper.

– NO SEXUAL THINGS
– You can develop a crush but can not show feelings in a sexual manner (no kissing(atleast making out kissing), touching places, etc)
– You have to have a detailed description for your character (max of two characters, any other than that 1 has to get killed off) (ex. I have three characters, Cookie Bob and Samantha, I'd have to find a way to kill one of them off, it can be getting infected, overrun, etc)
-You have to make your own posts, this is with other members (max of four people each roleplay)
– (if you fail to do this you will not get a strike, but please do it anyway) if you use your OC then change his/her/it's backstory to relate to zombies (ex. Cookie built his suit to help with crime fighting would change to him building his suit to Ben able to go through the gas)

Have fun

Characters (@ them and ask if they want to rp):
Ramox: Jack
With this situation he was a normal person till the gas. He was tested on and mutated to try to find a cure. This failed as one by one the scientists zombified
Jack is 8ft with gray green skin and is basically a tank from left 4 dead. However due to his biological nature he still is considered an enemie to most zombies. He where’s a XXXXXL tshirt and XXX pants. He also has a craving for sea food. No one can explain that one.

Gunstick:
im shade
was a billionaire until money became practically useless, he became a billionaire by designing and selling guns. luckily, he taught himself how to survive in the wilderness, and selfdefense.
likes: blonde/red hair, ramen, bullets, aluminum, and electricity.
dislikes: trash, idiots, death, being around a bunch of people, and alcohol.
personality: very serious, buts knows when people are joking.
looks: short, brown hair, that curves to the left
tall, masculine, has light brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, and a long, skinny scar on his right cheek.
clothes: black zipper jacket, red vneck tee, navy blue jeans, and dark red shoes.
accessories: leather satchel
Weapons: m4 benelli tactical shotgun
Likes: Cold

Twilight wolf:
Jane Manor: 12 years old, female.
Lives in NYC.
Outfit: Brown Jacket, with a sleeveless shirt inside.
Denim jeans, usually the original color.
White shoes, Nike.
Weapon: Katana, P90, Magnum Pistol, Bladed Boomerang-Xtra Sharp.
Only child.
Story: She woke up, not knowing what happened, looking for her parents, she only saw two rotting corpses walking, thinking fast, she rushed outside her house to find the whole city empty, except for one person, she heard the person’s name is Ghast, so she followed him, and took 3 gas masks, 1 month supply of food, water and clothes, inside 2 suitcases.

Scorching Scorpio:
D'Andre Jones:
15 year old, Male
He is from the Caribbean but when he was 12 he moved to Georgia. He was a gentleman with was glorified by the teachers and was always doing the right thing. But was feared and targeted by students because of his large size. He is now, after all the fights, all the fighting games and WWE games. After all the Youtube survival videos and zombie scenario videos and movies and even hunting lessons his dad thought him. Caused him to have knowledge to fight and survive.
Likes: intimidating people, THICC women, fire, sharp serrated stuff, strong irons, making people seem dumb, FOOD, people that are fun but not annoying, Electricity, Fighting, snakes
Dislikes:
Idiots, people that are no fun, lies, seeing his own blood, bugs, cigarettes, stuck up and snobby people(calls them richies)
Personality: sometimes bad attitude, aggressive, sensitive, premeditated, short-tempered, brooding, constantly thinking, serious
Looks: Tall, Muscular, has dark brown eyes, slashed eyebrows, scars on his left leg and forearms, dark skinned, constant I-can-see-through-your-bullsh!t face, long nappy hair with a blow out style, a pray hands tattoo on his chest, a diamond tattoo just above his left eye and a cross on his right cheek.
Clothes: Cotton white vest, Brown Durable Multi Pocket Loose Baggy Cargo Pants, Combat Boots, Safari Style Leather Vest and Biker Gloves.
Accessories: A backpack full of weapons, a Scabbard ob his right hip, and a pocket knife holder strapped to his arm..
Weapons: Taser/Stun gun, IWI TAR-21, SIG-Sauer P20, Serrated Machete.

Zexalcraft:
Name: Zexal
Likes: working out, fighting, proving he’s the best assassin, being a lone wolf
Dislikes: zombies, being proven that he’s not the best assassin, his own ego
Location: Wales
Backstory: (one month before the attack, in a secret, underground bunker) Scientist 1: “This process will take a long time. Possibly a few years.” Zexal: “I don’t care how long it takes. If I’m gonna be the best assassin then becoming an android will really improve my abilities.” Scientist 2: “I still think this is a large risk you’re talking just to prove you’re the best. Is it really worth the risk?” Zexal: I didn’t pay you all to question me. Just start the damn process.” Scientist 1: “Very well, if you’re certain. You’ll be put into cryo-stasis until we’re ready.” Zexal: “See ya in a few years then.” Zexal climbs into the cryogenic freezing machine and the door shuts behind him. Soon, he’s asleep.
One month later, however, the entire world was hit with a nuclear attack that left behind a deadly toxic gas. Before they could even think about what to do, the two scientists in charge of the Android Project were overtaken by the gas’s effects. One month after the attack, the gas had eaten away at the cryogenic freezing machine and Zexal awoke. Zexal: “Has it been a few years already? Did the process work?” Upon inspecting the area, Zexal realises that there is no one to answer his questions. Zexal: “One way to find out I guess.” Zexal breaks a piece of glass off of the machine a slices it across the back of his left hand. Zexal: “F*CK!” A line of crimson liquid flows out from the wound. Zexal: “Ok. No. It didn’t work. Great.” Zexal looks around the bunker and finds a cupboard filled with various medical supplies. He takes a bandage and wraps it around his left hand. Zexal: “No point stayin’ around here I guess.” Zexal finds and climbs the ladder to the door but it’s locked. Zexal: “Who the Hell locked it? And why? Whatever.” Zexal punches at the door with his right hand and, eventually, it breaks. But as soon as it does Zexal is practically attacked by the gas and falls of the ladder and landing on his back. Zexal: “F*CK!” Zexal quickly recovers and runs back into the bunker. He looks in the cupboard where he found the medical equipment, but nothing seems useful. He finds a locked cupboard and thinks “I’ve had enough of f*cking locks for today” and breaks the door of the cupboard and rips it off its hinges. Inside he find five gas masks. He puts one on and continue looking around for anything else. As he’s walking he almost trips over something. Picking it up and inspecting it, he discovers that it’s a backpack. Zexal: “Looks like someone left me a present.” He goes back to the medical cupboard and throws everything inside the backpack. There’s a little more room so he grabs two spare gas masks just in case. With his supplies strung across his back, he makes a second attempt at leaving the bunker. Luckily, the gas mask does its job and protects him from the gas. When he fully emerges from the bunker he looks around to find the place completely destroyed. Zexal: “Geez. What the f*ck happened while I was out?” He hears movement behind him and spins ‘round on his heel and enters a fighting stance. Zexal: “Who’s there? Friend or fo-no that’s a stupid question, I don’t have friends. SHOW YOURSELF!” The sound draws nearer and suddenly a person, no, not a person, their skin’s pale green, jumps out at him. He jumps backwards narrowly avoiding the attack. Zexal: “Am I fighting a f*cking zombie?” He runs at the zombie, punches it in the face, knocking it on the floor, and then runs forward, bends down, places his hands on the floor, lifts himself up and brings the heel of his foot down, caving the zombie’s skull in. Zexal: “That was…surprisingly easy. Now the…” He looks around again. Zexal: “…what the f*ck do I do now?”
Appearance: Short, light brown was hair. A pair of black, no brand, trainers. A short sleeved, black shirt and long blue jogging trousers. Has a bandage wrapped around his left hand with a scar underneath.
Age: 17" to "Co character reviewer: Scorching Scorpio, for having the best story and most creative personality and looks.

In This universe, every roleplay takes place in the same universe (meaning if there is a roleplay where someone kills someone [CAN NOT BE THE ROLEPLAYERS] That character can't appear in any other roleplays)

Basically, a bunch of survivors band together after someone bombed the entire world (including his country) with bombs not only detroying everything, but leaving off a (unnamed) gas that turns anyone into a zombie. Since no one is immune to it, the more you breath it in, the more paranoid, crazed, and weaker you get until you go completely crazy and turn into a zombie. There is only one rare cure.

Anyways, here are the rules where you can stay safe from getting banned (5 strikes only, can take away strike if you show you have fixed your mistake)

Things you should know: The gas tears away stuff slowly, which is why most zombies have flesh torn away. New zombies have no torn away flesh. That also means that after a while it will tear away plastic. But remember, by slowly tear away I mean slowly, so it can take 3 months just to tear paper.

– NO SEXUAL THINGS
– You can develop a crush but can not show feelings in a sexual manner (no kissing(atleast making out kissing), touching places, etc)
– You have to have a detailed description for your character (max of two characters, any other than that 1 has to get killed off) (ex. I have three characters, Cookie Bob and Samantha, I'd have to find a way to kill one of them off, it can be getting infected, overrun, etc)
-You have to make your own posts, this is with other members (max of four people each roleplay)
– (if you fail to do this you will not get a strike, but please do it anyway) if you use your OC then change his/her/it's backstory to relate to zombies (ex. Cookie built his suit to help with crime fighting would change to him building his suit to Ben able to go through the gas)

Have fun

Characters (@ them and ask if they want to rp):
Ramox: Jack
With this situation he was a normal person till the gas. He was tested on and mutated to try to find a cure. This failed as one by one the scientists zombified
Jack is 8ft with gray green skin and is basically a tank from left 4 dead. However due to his biological nature he still is considered an enemie to most zombies. He where’s a XXXXXL tshirt and XXX pants. He also has a craving for sea food. No one can explain that one.

Gunstick:
im shade
was a billionaire until money became practically useless, he became a billionaire by designing and selling guns. luckily, he taught himself how to survive in the wilderness, and selfdefense.
likes: blonde/red hair, ramen, bullets, aluminum, and electricity.
dislikes: trash, idiots, death, being around a bunch of people, and alcohol.
personality: very serious, buts knows when people are joking.
looks: short, brown hair, that curves to the left
tall, masculine, has light brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, and a long, skinny scar on his right cheek.
clothes: black zipper jacket, red vneck tee, navy blue jeans, and dark red shoes.
accessories: leather satchel
Weapons: m4 benelli tactical shotgun
Likes: Cold

Twilight wolf:
Jane Manor: 12 years old, female.
Lives in NYC.
Outfit: Brown Jacket, with a sleeveless shirt inside.
Denim jeans, usually the original color.
White shoes, Nike.
Weapon: Katana, P90, Magnum Pistol, Bladed Boomerang-Xtra Sharp.
Only child.
Story: She woke up, not knowing what happened, looking for her parents, she only saw two rotting corpses walking, thinking fast, she rushed outside her house to find the whole city empty, except for one person, she heard the person’s name is Ghast, so she followed him, and took 3 gas masks, 1 month supply of food, water and clothes, inside 2 suitcases.

Scorching Scorpio:
D'Andre Jones:
15 year old, Male
He is from the Caribbean but when he was 12 he moved to Georgia. He was a gentleman with was glorified by the teachers and was always doing the right thing. But was feared and targeted by students because of his large size. He is now, after all the fights, all the fighting games and WWE games. After all the Youtube survival videos and zombie scenario videos and movies and even hunting lessons his dad thought him. Caused him to have knowledge to fight and survive.
Likes: intimidating people, THICC women, fire, sharp serrated stuff, strong irons, making people seem dumb, FOOD, people that are fun but not annoying, Electricity, Fighting, snakes
Dislikes:
Idiots, people that are no fun, lies, seeing his own blood, bugs, cigarettes, stuck up and snobby people(calls them richies)
Personality: sometimes bad attitude, aggressive, sensitive, premeditated, short-tempered, brooding, constantly thinking, serious
Looks: Tall, Muscular, has dark brown eyes, slashed eyebrows, scars on his left leg and forearms, dark skinned, constant I-can-see-through-your-bullsh!t face, long nappy hair with a blow out style, a pray hands tattoo on his chest, a diamond tattoo just above his left eye and a cross on his right cheek.
Clothes: Cotton white vest, Brown Durable Multi Pocket Loose Baggy Cargo Pants, Combat Boots, Safari Style Leather Vest and Biker Gloves.
Accessories: A backpack full of weapons, a Scabbard ob his right hip, and a pocket knife holder strapped to his arm..
Weapons: Taser/Stun gun, IWI TAR-21, SIG-Sauer P20, Serrated Machete.

Zexalcraft:
Name: Zexal
Likes: working out, fighting, proving he’s the best assassin, being a lone wolf
Dislikes: zombies, being proven that he’s not the best assassin, his own ego
Location: Wales
Backstory: (one month before the attack, in a secret, underground bunker) Scientist 1: “This process will take a long time. Possibly a few years.” Zexal: “I don’t care how long it takes. If I’m gonna be the best assassin then becoming an android will really improve my abilities.” Scientist 2: “I still think this is a large risk you’re talking just to prove you’re the best. Is it really worth the risk?” Zexal: I didn’t pay you all to question me. Just start the damn process.” Scientist 1: “Very well, if you’re certain. You’ll be put into cryo-stasis until we’re ready.” Zexal: “See ya in a few years then.” Zexal climbs into the cryogenic freezing machine and the door shuts behind him. Soon, he’s asleep.
One month later, however, the entire world was hit with a nuclear attack that left behind a deadly toxic gas. Before they could even think about what to do, the two scientists in charge of the Android Project were overtaken by the gas’s effects. One month after the attack, the gas had eaten away at the cryogenic freezing machine and Zexal awoke. Zexal: “Has it been a few years already? Did the process work?” Upon inspecting the area, Zexal realises that there is no one to answer his questions. Zexal: “One way to find out I guess.” Zexal breaks a piece of glass off of the machine a slices it across the back of his left hand. Zexal: “F*CK!” A line of crimson liquid flows out from the wound. Zexal: “Ok. No. It didn’t work. Great.” Zexal looks around the bunker and finds a cupboard filled with various medical supplies. He takes a bandage and wraps it around his left hand. Zexal: “No point stayin’ around here I guess.” Zexal finds and climbs the ladder to the door but it’s locked. Zexal: “Who the Hell locked it? And why? Whatever.” Zexal punches at the door with his right hand and, eventually, it breaks. But as soon as it does Zexal is practically attacked by the gas and falls of the ladder and landing on his back. Zexal: “F*CK!” Zexal quickly recovers and runs back into the bunker. He looks in the cupboard where he found the medical equipment, but nothing seems useful. He finds a locked cupboard and thinks “I’ve had enough of f*cking locks for today” and breaks the door of the cupboard and rips it off its hinges. Inside he find five gas masks. He puts one on and continue looking around for anything else. As he’s walking he almost trips over something. Picking it up and inspecting it, he discovers that it’s a backpack. Zexal: “Looks like someone left me a present.” He goes back to the medical cupboard and throws everything inside the backpack. There’s a little more room so he grabs two spare gas masks just in case. With his supplies strung across his back, he makes a second attempt at leaving the bunker. Luckily, the gas mask does its job and protects him from the gas. When he fully emerges from the bunker he looks around to find the place completely destroyed. Zexal: “Geez. What the f*ck happened while I was out?” He hears movement behind him and spins ‘round on his heel and enters a fighting stance. Zexal: “Who’s there? Friend or fo-no that’s a stupid question, I don’t have friends. SHOW YOURSELF!” The sound draws nearer and suddenly a person, no, not a person, their skin’s pale green, jumps out at him. He jumps backwards narrowly avoiding the attack. Zexal: “Am I fighting a f*cking zombie?” He runs at the zombie, punches it in the face, knocking it on the floor, and then runs forward, bends down, places his hands on the floor, lifts himself up and brings the heel of his foot down, caving the zombie’s skull in. Zexal: “That was…surprisingly easy. Now the…” He looks around again. Zexal: “…what the f*ck do I do now?”
Appearance: Short, light brown was hair. A pair of black, no brand, trainers. A short sleeved, black shirt and long blue jogging trousers. Has a bandage wrapped around his left hand with a scar underneath.
Age: 17" 7 years, 8 months ago