Braaaaaains! (OPEN Nerf Battle, join any time)
Aug 16, 2013 22:36:48 GMT -5
Post by Peyton Turner on Aug 16, 2013 22:36:48 GMT -5
((This game will be free to join at any time, either as someone who has been playing, or someone who is jumping into the game. If you are jumping in, jump in as human please.))
Peyton was absolutely thrilled. He'd spent the last week setting this thing up. Yes, okay, it was also his first week at Hammel, but was there any better way to meet people than to brutally massacre them with foam ammo? That's right; no. And with this in mind (as well as the ridiculously good time he'd had with this game for the past 5 years), Peyton had done all he could to arrange an open-to-everybody (though focused on students) Zombie Nerf Battle.
Basically: Peyton didn't have the time, patience, or resources to set up a full Humans vs Zombies game, so he shortened everything and decided that zombies will always win. And when Peyton referred to himself, he actually meant his camp counselor from when he was 11. But these people didn't have to know that!
He'd taken the time and effort (a rare occasion for him, but worth it since he hadn't really gotten to meet anyone yet and therefore was spending his time alone anyway) to print up a bunch of bright orange flyers and post them up around the school. He'd seen a bunch in the trash for some reason, but assumed that it was some teacher with a stick up their ass. Or maybe it was against the rules to paper entire doors in flyers? Eh, whatever, he was new, wasn't his fault if he didn't know the rules - new kid pass, yeah! All his free time had been spent getting materials together - name tags (like he would remember people's names without them), boxes of spare Nerf ammo (Peyton kind of had a collection), a megaphone (who knows, it might actually be needed, right?), and his armory of Nerfdom.
Today, as he stood in the courtyard, having jumped up onto a bench, he was decked in full-on Nerf warrior regalia. Why, yes, he did have the fancy shmancy vest, and the fully-loaded bandolier. He had reserved his favorite blaster, the semi-automatic, 8-clipped, 144-bullet capacity beauty that was the Nerf N-Strike Elite Hail Fire Blaster, for himself. It was glorious, and it was all his. But he wasn't about to make everyone go buy some tricked out gun like he had - he had a ton of extras he was willing to share. Nice ones, too! Ones he wouldn't mind having if he were, say, defending a fort, or maybe bursting into a room of enemies, but the rules of the game stated one gun per player until the zombies outnumbered the humans. So his extras (the handpumped Paragon and 2 Rampages, two semi-automatic Stryfes, and fully automatic Stampede, Nitron, and modified 50-dart belt Vulcan), clearly labeled "PT," were in a laundry bag at his feet, and a cardboard box to one side held his vast assortment of ammo (both darts and discs), as well as extra clips and another couple of bandoliers. He was a veteran of this by now. It may have been difficult to carry all this shit down here, but he'd managed, thanks to one of those rolling box-moving things that he'd 'borrowed' from a janitor's closet.
He checked his watch, a mischievous grin on his face. Only fifteen more minutes til this thing could finally start. As people had approached, he'd pointed them to the pile of name tags and random assortment of pens and markers that sat on the bench next to him. This should be incredibly awesome.
((This is open to anyone who wants to join - students, teachers, trainers, whatever. I just ask that, once the battle has begun, we stick to short posts to keep the action moving. There won't be a post order. I assume there are plenty of unnamed characters that will be attending, more extra guns around, and that occasionally a gun might jam or a shot might miss. In the end, everyone will be a zombie, so don't worry if you get bit early. And have fun!
Once a few people have joined for the pre-game, I'll post Peyton's intro and rules.))
Peyton was absolutely thrilled. He'd spent the last week setting this thing up. Yes, okay, it was also his first week at Hammel, but was there any better way to meet people than to brutally massacre them with foam ammo? That's right; no. And with this in mind (as well as the ridiculously good time he'd had with this game for the past 5 years), Peyton had done all he could to arrange an open-to-everybody (though focused on students) Zombie Nerf Battle.
Basically: Peyton didn't have the time, patience, or resources to set up a full Humans vs Zombies game, so he shortened everything and decided that zombies will always win. And when Peyton referred to himself, he actually meant his camp counselor from when he was 11. But these people didn't have to know that!
He'd taken the time and effort (a rare occasion for him, but worth it since he hadn't really gotten to meet anyone yet and therefore was spending his time alone anyway) to print up a bunch of bright orange flyers and post them up around the school. He'd seen a bunch in the trash for some reason, but assumed that it was some teacher with a stick up their ass. Or maybe it was against the rules to paper entire doors in flyers? Eh, whatever, he was new, wasn't his fault if he didn't know the rules - new kid pass, yeah! All his free time had been spent getting materials together - name tags (like he would remember people's names without them), boxes of spare Nerf ammo (Peyton kind of had a collection), a megaphone (who knows, it might actually be needed, right?), and his armory of Nerfdom.
Today, as he stood in the courtyard, having jumped up onto a bench, he was decked in full-on Nerf warrior regalia. Why, yes, he did have the fancy shmancy vest, and the fully-loaded bandolier. He had reserved his favorite blaster, the semi-automatic, 8-clipped, 144-bullet capacity beauty that was the Nerf N-Strike Elite Hail Fire Blaster, for himself. It was glorious, and it was all his. But he wasn't about to make everyone go buy some tricked out gun like he had - he had a ton of extras he was willing to share. Nice ones, too! Ones he wouldn't mind having if he were, say, defending a fort, or maybe bursting into a room of enemies, but the rules of the game stated one gun per player until the zombies outnumbered the humans. So his extras (the handpumped Paragon and 2 Rampages, two semi-automatic Stryfes, and fully automatic Stampede, Nitron, and modified 50-dart belt Vulcan), clearly labeled "PT," were in a laundry bag at his feet, and a cardboard box to one side held his vast assortment of ammo (both darts and discs), as well as extra clips and another couple of bandoliers. He was a veteran of this by now. It may have been difficult to carry all this shit down here, but he'd managed, thanks to one of those rolling box-moving things that he'd 'borrowed' from a janitor's closet.
He checked his watch, a mischievous grin on his face. Only fifteen more minutes til this thing could finally start. As people had approached, he'd pointed them to the pile of name tags and random assortment of pens and markers that sat on the bench next to him. This should be incredibly awesome.
((This is open to anyone who wants to join - students, teachers, trainers, whatever. I just ask that, once the battle has begun, we stick to short posts to keep the action moving. There won't be a post order. I assume there are plenty of unnamed characters that will be attending, more extra guns around, and that occasionally a gun might jam or a shot might miss. In the end, everyone will be a zombie, so don't worry if you get bit early. And have fun!
Once a few people have joined for the pre-game, I'll post Peyton's intro and rules.))
