Corey

My vote to Sara aswell. i'm going to try and get in one day.

Esrie glared at the imp. It bared it teeth and brandished it's crude weapon at him. [b]Esrie-[/b] "Fine then. You deserve it. You can't win." [center]___[/center] [b]Attack[/b] < [b]Defend Item Spell Escape[/b] [center]___[/center] [b]Esrie-[/b] "Take this!"

The first step on his long journey to Loidchester. Nothing was quite notable in this small field. A rather ancient looking stump sat there squatly, passing the years by collecting insects. Esrie sat for a moment, without care of the insects that scurried away from him. He took a drag on one of his waterskins and stood up again, brusing off his rear, and moved further east. It seemed to be getting hotter...

Ask and you shall recieve. [center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center] [b]Zombie Feline Type A[/b] These fiesty felines were normal housecats before the T-Virus got into their blood. Now they have grown to the size of German Shepards and have claws six inches long. They will usually try to swipe at your legs, knocking you down. After that they will claw at your head attempting to blind you. [b]Zombie Feline Type B[/b] These are a lot like the former, but they have developed a kind of exo-skelliton, protecting them from most low yield weponry. [b]Shake[/b] Shakes look along the lines of the human zombies crossed with the spider ones. Some have human torsos melded to a spiderlike body, and others have human apendages on a spider body. They attack much like the Giant Spiders but contain no young. If they have human hands, the Shakes will usually wield a weapon aswell. [b]Umbrella Experimental C.E.U.[/b] CEU stand for Chemical Explosion Unit. These are zombies that are suicide soldiers. Inside of their chest there are three sacks of different biological chemicals. When the zombie latches onto a victim, the sacks rupture. It takes about twenty seconds for all the chemicals to mix. Then there is a rather large explosion of fire. If you kill the zombie before it blows you will still want to get out of there. The chemicals will still mix. [b]Breeders[/b] As the name might suggest, the purpose of this type of zombie is to procreate. Through some freak accident, the T-Virus mutated a couple rabbits. The mutant rabbits did nothing but reproduce and make more. These look about the size of normal rabbits, but are horribly disfigured. Their limbs are sticking out of odd places but somehow they have gotten faster. They attack in large, bunched together groups. Use a shotgun to take out many at once. [b]Twirler[/b] These creatures are tentacled abominations. They are masses of melted skin and muscle topped with a hard shell of slime. Twirlers spin around at large speeds while wielding blunt or sharp instruments. Their most vulnerable spot is directly under their tentacles. It's where there is open skin. Use and weapon as long as they don't get to close.

Esrie looks around the area immediately outside of Corolin. There were a few trees. He had an idea. Esrie rushed toward the nearest tree drawing his knife. He walked around to the back of it making sure he was on the side that no one would see unless they looked. Esrie carved his name in the trunk of the tree. A bad idea if people were after him, but it felt right. Under his name he put 'The Beginning'. He smiled an walked east yet again.

With a resentful glance back at the town Esrie made his way out. His adventure had started here. He'd never forget it. He glanced at the Elf he had pickpocketed. It would seem he had realized his money was gone, for the Elf was madly searching around. Esrie smiled and left Corolin.

Nods to the shopkeep and shoves his potions into his pack. [b]Esrie-[/b] "I'll probably be back around here sometime. But for now I think I may head off to Loidchester. Gooday." He left the itemshop.

OOC: just for referance my AM is also 1. [center]~~~[/center] Potions of all sizes and shapes lined the walls of this strange smelling shop. [b]Esrie-[/b] "Hello? Shopkeep?" He walked out of the back. "I'd like to purchase three Little Potions please."

Esrie smiled to himself as he examined his pickings. 700 gold. [b]Esrie-[/b] "That ain't not bad!" He chuckled to himself and walked off toward the itemshop. The sky seemed more blue. Or maybe it was just because he was still pumped full of adrenaline. A succesful theft really does make the day seem brighter. He walked into the itemshop with hopes of stocking up on potions for his journey.

Congo. I saw it when I was pretty young. I had nightmares for a month and became really afraid of the Primate House at the zoo.

Esrie's moneypouch was light. He needed to fill it again. After all, why not hone skills before he leaves? He looked around noticing a few random people. A couple humans... Some elfs. A necromane. [b]Esrie-[/b] "Hmmmm..." His eyes darted to one of the elfs (Elf2). Elfs had terribly good hearing. He'd have to be careful when he pickpocketed them...

He smiled at the shopkeep. [b]Esrie-[/b] "Nothing at all my good man. I thankyou, for you have helped me start my new life." I handed over the gold and walked out, strapping the shield to my back.

Esrie walked right past two shoppers. One, an older man, obviousy looking at some of the more pricey items. He could probably afford them. Older people usually could. The adolesent watched a piece of Iron Armour that was obviously out of his price range. He glanced at the newcomer with nearly no interest. He simply regarded Esrie and went back to oogling his dream. Esrie walked right up to the shopkeep and pointed at a rack of shields behind him. [b]Esrie-[/b] "If you don't mind sir, I would very much like to purchase that Metal Shiele behind you. I believe the price is 1500 gold. Am I correct?"

I would definitly look up to my Dad. He's worked hard to keep both me and my sister out of trouble and bad neighborhoods. He works one job and then does 'sidework' when he's off. And he still finds time to spend time with us and take us on vacations. I really love and admire him. I admire my very good friend Mike. He isn't the best student, but puts up with infinite **** from his family and, as of yet, has supressed the urge to murder them all. That and he's one of the most pure people I know.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by bignate dawg [/i] [B]I've still got the scar though and it looks like i tried to slit my wrist or something, i really don't like it.[/B][/QUOTE] I find that excedingly comical. :)

My friend, do not just read the [i]Hitchhikers Guid to the Galaxy[/i], read all five in the siries. They are amazingly fun to read when you are tired.

[b]Name:[/b] Esrie Fortune [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 25 [b]Description:[/b] Esrie stands at about six feet and twohundred pounds. He has dirty brown hair and a small stubble on his face. He has dark circles under his eyes and a drawn, skellital look to his face. His left arm is a highway of needle tracks. [b]Weapon:[/b] 1Foot Serrated Kitchen Knife [b]Bio:[/b] Esrie has lived in small town of Gaudier all his life. He travels outside often but does not stay. When Esrie was seventeen he bagan using those wonderful things called 'gateway drugs'. Pot. Cigarettes. And a couple others in very strict moderation. Three years left him bored. Bored and slightly burned out. He needed something stronger. One of his 'friends', also known as his suppliers, gave him a sample of Heroin and told him what to do. He injected it and got a better high than ever before. He wanted more. Now he is completely burned out. His reaction time is slow. He barely eats. He barely sleeps. He has no friends. He associates with no-one. The only people he talks to are his suppliers. He works as a delivery-boy. His money goes to Heroin. One day before the Virus infected the city, Esrie drugged himself into a coma. He slept through the infection. Soon he will awake. And what happens then is up to fate.

The sky was overcast. A bad omen to begin a new life on. His prior one no longer fit him. He was sick of the servants and the riches he could not touch. He wanted his own. His own servants. His own power. His own fortune... He sat up slowly, not quite remembering the night before. He had become quite drunk. The only thing for sure was that he was armorless, and had but 2000 pieces of the gold he had left with. [b]Esrie-[/b] "Goddamned thieves..." He chuckled to himself. It was ironic he would get robbed when his new career was robbing others. He stood and brushed tthe white hair out of his face. All of his other belongings were there. Money, obviously. Identification, both real and falcified. A Dagger. And clothing. He had not brought much. Not wanting to be burdened. However, that would change. He walked carefully out of the alley and into the 'main drag' of the town Corolin. An item shop, weaponry, armory, tavern, inn, etc... Perhaps the armorshop would be a good first place to go, considering he no longer had any. He walked over and entered.

You know what I meant Neil. *bares teeth in a menacing fashon then proceeds to bite tounge*

Hope it goes well for you Sir Shinobi. *slaps him* I'm going to do that forever. :)

I would have to say the most emotionally straining part of my life, up 'till now, had to be the Ambulance ride to the hospital when I suffered my recent concussion. It wasn't the fact that the Ambulance was terrifying, it's just the thought that a lot of people had probably died in there. People had been cut open in there. People had spoken their last words, said their final prayer, or even said they loved their significant other for the last time... It almost made me cry.

Mist? ... I umm... Well I like them too. My favorite song is Nobody's Listening... Yeah... The one with the funky flute riff...

I'd honestly like to pursue a carrer in Phychiatry. The human mind, and all the stuff that can go wrong with it, facinates me. That and it will be highly lucrative. I plan on continuing to play my saxophone far into my life, but I would never like to get good enough to be in any kind of professional thing. I want it to be my enjoyment. Not my job. I'd love to contiue to BMX bike for a while, but if I keep on getting concussed I'm not sure how much more my mom can take. That's pretty much it.

Someone wrote this for me while ago. It's never left my wall. [center]~~~[/center] [b]Next to Nothing[/b] You barely even know, yet you say you care. You haven't even seen me, but you're always there. You never question what I say, or tell me what to think. You suprise me in so many ways, it's hard for me to speak. You never tell me lies, and I somehow feel to trust you. You seem to know what I'm really saying, even if I told you not to. You can always read my thoughts, and know when something's wrong. And yet you never pressure me, but I know you're for the long... Well, I guess this is getting sappy, and I guess little weird, maybe even a little gross... but I just wanna say thanks. What you may say might be little to you, but next to nothing it's pretty much everything.

Neil, you know that your cow-beast will always hold my soul in it's four stomached gullet. And my summer has been damn good, save the whole concussion thing.