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You wanna know why I'm never online anymore? Larping, that's why. I believe I may attempt to keep up with the games here.
Overview Humans vs. Zombies is a game of tag. All players begin as Humans, and one is randomly chosen to be the "Original Zombie".
Humans and zombies are distinguished from one another by the color of the bandanna tied to their arm. Humans must wear a white bandanna at all times. Zombies must always wear a red bandanna. If you are seen covering your bandanna to hide your allegiance or without your bandanna during the game, you will be banned from the game.
The game begins with all players wearing a human bandanna, even the original zombie. Which means that usually, before the OZ's identity is discovered, there is a lot of paranoia amongst human squads and peer. The Original Zombie tags humans and they do away with white and don red an hour later, symbolizing their infection and transformation. If you are still human, they are now your worst nightmare because they can't die. You, however, still maintain your pathetic human mortality.
Zombies must tag, or feed on a human at least once every 48 hours. If not, they starve and are out of the game.
Objectives
The Zombies win when all Human players have been tagged and turned into Zombies.
The Humans win by surviving long enough for all of the Zombies to starve. (Humans have only won once in the history of HVZ due to moderator intervention in favor of the zombies. Why? The hell if I know.)
If the game has lasted 14 days and neither condition has been met, the team with the most players will be declared the winner.
More Rules:
This game is 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, even if you are walking to class, work, or haven't eaten in three days, you still qualify as zombie bait.
Humans may arm themselves with Nerf guns. If a zombie is shot, he/she is stunned for 15 minutes and therefore must desist the pursuit of any human.
Melee weapons are strictly prohibited (unless the player is rewarded a pool noodle sword for a high kill count) due to the chance of injury. I know you signed a waiver, but that was mainly to cover our asses in the event that you jump off a wall like a lunatic and break a leg.
Grenades (symbolized as sock balls) can also be thrown at a zombie. Stun time is thirty minutes.
Zombies: A tag consists of a firm five-fingered touch. A finger brush does not count as a kill. Backpacks, even if you manage to grab them firmly, do not count. Zombies eat brains, not books.
Humans: If you do not have enough balls/ovaries to fight your way to Food Service, you don't deserve to eat. Non-players may not bring you food or your mail. This is a bannable offense.
In the event of a tag dispute, both players must agree to flip a coin. If one party does not agree, then he/she immediately loses the dispute. If the coin toss is disputed (douche bag) then the arguer may be challenged to a dance. A third-party audience will determine the winner. If the dance off is refused, the refuter forfeits.
Humans: If your numbers are depleted below 30, you MUST attend the missions or else you automatically forfeit your humanity and join the undead. (Excuses can be provided for class and employment conflicts.)
LAST: If you are not willing to play to the best of your abilities as both a human AND a zombie, do not pay at all.
(I left out a lot of rules, but no one reads these anyways, right?)
GAMES
Game One, Day One: I felt like a moron walking around campus with a white bandana and 2 Nerf guns strapped to my person. At least there were about a 100 more idiots like me . . . some going all out and wearing tactical vasts and face paint. o.O Pretty silent. 3 zeds were turned somehow at Food Services. I have no idea who the OZ is, only that they smoke seeing as the 3 who are now dead all hang out around the smoking gazebos.
Game One, Day Two: There are over 20 zombies now. The OZ has to be that chick who sits in the Pearsons Gazebo all night. Genious really. Offer someone a smoke. Touch their arm. Tell them you're the OZ. Now if only we can out her with a 50% vote. No one believes me, though. :<
My first mission was ******** awesome.
Game One, Day Three: My friend Bowser has been turned. This is terrifying because I've seen that boy run and I don't stand a snowballs chance in Hell. And he knows my class schedule. Getting to Food Services is growing increasingly difficult. Nick and I decided to go off campus for food. Cheating? Not technically.
The OZ has finally been outed. ANd I was right, of course.
Nick and I got trapped in the library after the mission. Only way out was to wait for the zombies to go after someone else while we slipped through the construction site behind the building.
Game One, Day Four: Nick was tackled into a trashcan by some insane ninja zombie on our way to the gym. I'm all alone now. Just me, maybe three other freshman, and a handful of upperclassman players who've been at this for years. I haven't earned their respect yet.
The mission was horrible. Dark. Mud everywhere. Outnumbered 10-1 at least. The upperclassmen abandoned ship and I wasn't smart enough not to slip in the mud and get tagged. Oh well. Time to eat people?
Game One, Day Five: Being a zombie sucks. But at least Im not sneaking from building to building like some kinda paranoid freak anymore. It's such a relief.
The mission was interesting. With about 90 of us, I was instructed to make loud intimidating noises. Well . . . With the swine flu, I can certainly do that. I've been making noises of death for a week now. We won, obviously.
Game One, Day Six: Tagged my first human today and I felt so bad I let him go. The look on his face, man. If I was a real zombie I'd starve.
The mission ended the game tonight. With so many of us, even with numbers dropping due to starvation, it was a slaughter. Will definitely play again next semester. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Obviously I forgot about this little project of mine. So . . . don't mind the time skip.
Game Four, Day One: With a few games under my belt, I no longer even bother with the big guns on day one. Just a little Nightfinder or the Maverick . . . when it doesn't jam. Stupid thing. That Jimmy kid's been acting suspicious. He's either trying REALLY hard to get into Z-Squad . . . or he's the OZ and trying to tag one of us. Haven't decided.
Mission was an escort. Super simple, hardly any enemy opposition.
Game Four, Day Two: The OZ was Dennis. I honestly don't see how he didn't get me . . . as I was literally standing right beside like 3 of his victims. Damn he's fast and damn I'm lucky.
With Dennis on a war path, the mission was much harder. Still, with only 15 zombies and Alex shouting orders it went pretty smoothly. Defending three points for 20 minutes a piece. RP wise we were supposedly turning on the power to the generators.
Game Four, Day Three: I've been awarded a pool noodle sword. Am I ashamed of carrying my purple Excalibur to class? Nope. Not one bit. Nick and I decided to help some freshman get to Food Services this evening. And of course with a group that large we were hounded the entire way, but we didn't lose anyone. :] It seems somehow I've ended up with my own little squad. Shane, Nick, Carrie, the other Alex, Ronny. Oh well. If they wanna follow me around and keep my a** from getting bitten who am I to complain?
We lost Carrie and the other Alex during the mission. Carrie couldn't run fast enough. Alex stayed behind to help her.
Game Four, Day Four: Z-Squad's numbers are shrinking fast. It's only me, Alex, Cameron, Pickle, Christy and Cornette. Not looking good. I won some armor in a blitz round during lunch. I'm gonna need it. Fat kids don't run and my reflexes are the only thing keeping me in this game. And Z Squad for that matter. They call me Werewolf....guess that makes sense. Coyote, Jackal, Mad Dog, She-Wolf, Alpha and Lapdog. I'm surprised Werewolf wasn't already taken to be honest.
Holy s**t. The mission was a disaster. I feel amazed that I actually survived that but . . . there's literally only 2 humans left and we both escaped together. Me and Christy. May as well call this game OVER.
o.o Holy s**t. In spirit of keeping the game alive longer, Christy and I have been given 5 cures a piece. I already know who to use mine on. Nick, Alex, Bowser (simply to take him OFF the other team) Cornette and Cameron. Christy is reviving the rest of Z-Squad. In addition, we've both been awarded armor. Now 2 sets for me. I now have to be tagged three times to die. >:] I'm the ********' JUGGERNAUT, b***h.
Game Four, Day Five: With my near immortal status, I've been chosen to mount a distraction while the others carry out the mission. I chose to bring Nick with me of course. Tagged twice, lost all my armor, but still human. Aaron's huge almighty gun he let me borrow jammed like a piece of s**t. At least Nick got away, they were mostly after me with my 3 white bandanas. With the zeds confused about who their real objective was, mission was a human victory!
Game Four, Day Five: Tonight's been declared the final mission. If at least one human survives we may with this game.
With only 12 of us versus 62 zombies . . . this doesn't look good.
Mission was on the soccer field. The only strategy we could think of was to plant ourselves in the corner and try to defend ourselves until the clock ran out. An hour of Hell. Last night we won the ability to throw darts instead of fire them from blasters soo...I made use of that. Bowser PISSED me the ******** off. He surrendered himself to the zeds right before the mission start. Then after me hitting him in the face with a handful of darts he still kept coming. Granted the entire mission was like a mosh pit but still. Even AFTER I stunned him he tackled me into the others and asked for my kill card. After a screaming match, Cameron mediated a coin toss, which I won.
THings were looking bad, so Alex and I came up with a plan. Only ONE human had to survive the hour to win the game and with waves of zombies unstunning every 10 minutes we weren't going to make it. It was getting dark, so I gave Christy my black shirt and we sent her to hide her skinny little self in the grass somewhere. Once the zombies finally killed us all, there were about fifteen minutes left on the clock, Cameron running around like a madman just to stall for time. xD But after Cameron's death it didn't take the zeds long to realize the girl was missing. And I'll be damned if they never found her.
First human victory of HVZ in ten years.
Game Five, Day One: Since when am I the leader of Chaos Squad? I think I much prefer following the orders of Alex English but . . . This should be interesting.
Especially as I volnteered as this game's ORIGINAL ZOMBIE. xD OOh, the irony!!
I only managed to tag 3 today. ALthough....Im waiting for the perfect opportunity to take out as many of Chaos Squad as possible. So i need to stay hidden until tomorrow night's mission.
Game Five, Day Two: As I sit on my zombie king throne with a smug expression on my face, I'm here to tell you now that Z-Squad never suspected a thing. Not until I tagged half of them from behind in a matter of seconds. The look on their faces . . . the ultimate betrayal. They know I'm the OZ, so I now don my red bandana with pride.
Mission was a failure, of course. The first one always is for the dead. But my children shall go out and build my army bigger and tomorrow we'll give them a run for their money.
NobodysHome098778 · Sun Apr 18, 2010 @ 06:34am · 0 Comments |
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