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Meteorite
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I exclusively write with female partners or fem presenting NBs. When it comes to characters, I prefer thicker, curvier women with huge tits/nipples, unrealistic proportions can be fun. You rarely see thick girls surviving zombies, let alone rape zombies, thus I aim to change that. For smut and plot reasons. I'm not opposed to creating a cure either, but its not really fun either if all the zombies die at once. I have ideas for settlements having quest systems. I do prefer writing 1v1 in pms
Now for the juicy bits. I specialize in gory, horror filled also smut filled zombie apocalypse roleplays. Hardcore forced/rape/CNC zombie smut. Zombies with unrealistic ridiculous private part proportions, also mutated to be faster, stronger, smarter and stealthier with long claws or sharp finger nails. They come with the tier system, some use melee weapons like knives, others use their claws
18+ zombie apocalypse roleplay, this will contain mutated zombies with unusual high levels of speed, strength and stealth. The virus is only transferred Via bites, however scratches should still be cleaned. If there's an error involving the time of the year and the corn fields I apologize. 18+ WARNING THIS RP CONTAINS ZOMBIE RAPE!, OTHER WARNINGS! GORE and POSSIBLE LOSS OF APPENDAGES/LIMBS
Name: James Robert
NIckname: N/A
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian American
Weight: 140
Height: 5'9
Appearance: Bright blue eyes with short blond hair, tall and athletic with a handsome face.
Equipment: /1/ large blue backpack, /2/ weapon sheaths
Inventory: /2/ empty gun magazines, /1/ pair of handcuffs with a key, /1/ first aid kit /1/ NoteBook with pen
Skills: First Aid, self defense attacks, driving, hotwiring vehicles
Weapons: /1/ serrated machete, /1/ M9 Pistol
Supplies: /1/ First aid kid, /6/ bottles of water, /6/ protein bars
Clothing: Steel Toe boots, white socks, Blue pants, white short sleeve shirt. 2 weapon sheaths, no undergarments
Starter: 'Day 33, November 3rd 2020 2:00 pm in the afternoon. This apocalypse has been going on for 33 days, so far I've survived by fleeing the cities and hotwiring cars one after another heading to rural and urban areas. But the amount of undamaged cars I find that can be hotwired has been diminishing. I have to consider, looking for gas cans to siphon gas from vehicles. I've opted to head north, despite not having any winter gear but it seems smart, i'm sure I can find some. Unfortunately supplies are running low, I hope I find a place I can loot.'
James paused as he put his pen away, before closing the notebook he was using a journal. He was parked on the side of the highway, sitting inside a red bloody and scratched pickup truck. To his left and right were large cornfields spanning miles in either direction. He was hoping to reach a suitable place that could serve as a base for more than a few days. Plus winter was about a month away so he wanted to be ready since he suspected the zombies would be worse then. At this point James was only worried about his own survival, no one else's.
Having put away the notebook he started the truck back up, starting to drive down the road. Going in the same direction, he has been for awhile now, the windows in the truck rolled up. As he drove down the road, he started noticing a few zombies wandering around on the road. But watched as they immediately started running towards his truck as he drove by. However he was able to out speed them, once they were out of sight he slowed down slightly.
Then about 2 miles ahead he noticed a crashed vehicle in the middle of the road. It was also a pickup truck but yellow and the hood was smoking. Upon further inspection, he noticed that both of the doors were yanked open almost ripped off. Slowing down as to not attract them, he was close enough to see that there were three undead around the vehicle. Two of them appeared to be feasting on the flesh of two bodies, while the third looked like it was trying to pull something out of the truck. Seconds later he spotted the third briefly come out of the vehicle with something in its hands like something pushed, punched or kicked it. Its left hand was wrapped around someone's forearm pulling on it. Its right hand grabbing a fistful of someone's shirt and attached to that shirt was a female that was very clearly trying to prevent herself from being pulled out of the truck. A grim smirk crossing his face as he thought about intervening but decided to just kill the two undead first. Rolling down the window, before speeding up he drove towards the undead swerving to avoid the truck and the undead. Looking out the window as he drove past the two, noticing the corpses on the ground. Both appeared to be female and male adult bodies, he kept driving but soon hit the break. Turning his vehicle around he heard the screaming of a young female. He was stopped about 500 feet from the truck and the infected, simply leaning back in his seat. Staring through window and deciding when and how he'd kill the infected. Would he wait till they killed the female then do it or would he intervene? would he even have to intervene, could she save herself?
Content Warning - This post contains taboo sexual subjects
18+ only
Hospital zombie survival rp, something little different. Heres how it'll go. You'll set up your character and I'll have her wake up in the zombie infested hospital. She'll be waken up by loud noises, this rp will just consist of her attempting to survive and escape the hospital and survive the apocalypse. I'll be playing zombies only and basically just throwing scenarios at her to survive. I'll present opportunities for her to loot and explore and control what she finds for loot, clothes, food etc. But you'll control your actual character, but I probably won't be fair about loot.
In a way you can think of this as sort of video game like.
18+ Only. horror erotica/smut, this is equal parts story and smut. This contains Zombie Rape. Survival will be extremely difficult but not impossible, but your character will most likely end up escaping, physically, emotionally and mentally scarred. Story will be explained by left behind notes of previously alive survivors. Let me know if you think there are any rooms that should be explored for loot.
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Loud booms of thunder, 'CRASH' 'BOOM', bolts of lightening appearing in the sky. Wind howling ripping past trees, flashes of lightening lighting up a large five story building hidden by night. In the brief flashes of light words could be spelled out on the building, SAINT JOHNS HOSPITAL. And despite the storm, it was unusually cold out. Outside on the ground lay the large parking lot, disfigured undead bodies wandering the grounds as a few vans were on fire. While other vehicles were left untouched despite a few having the doors ripped off and blood covering the metal contraptions.
June 4th 11:00 pm 2020 was the current date and it was unfortunately the end of the world. Approximately 1 year earlier everything had gone to hell when scientists attempted to bring the recently deceased back to life. However both failing and succeeding at the same damned time. There were attempts....bring it to an end however they all failed making the situation worse. Survivors here and there few in between...unless you knew where to find the survivor camps.
Floors 1 through 4 were a massacre, bodies littering the floor and clothing. Bloody scraps of clothing littering the floor as well. The bodies of both civilian and non civilian, it didn't matter to the flesh eaters as bullet casings were everywhere on the ground. a few weapons here and there but empty of ammo and useless. Shadows flicking on the walls and screeches as the sprinters raced through the shadows like hyper active children. Taped to the walls in one of the corridors listed the type of undead, 'Tier 1: Shamblers, slow, stupid yet easy to avoid but dangerous and stronger in groups. low durability but medium strength. Slightly smaller claws than Sprinters, strength lies in hordes. Tier 2: Sprinters, Fast, semi intelligent Extremely long nails used as weapons, incredibly dangerous, high strength, high durability. Strength lies in their speed and actual strength. Tier 3: Stalkers, Low durability, extremely high strength, incredibly stealthy, has the ability to hide in the shadows. Claws same length as Sprinters.
However oddly enough, the 5th floor was incredibly quiet. Puddles of blood here and there, bullet casings everywhere. The whole hallway devoid of sound, accessible only via elevator, two wings only. North and south wing, despite a plethora of casings there were no weapons on the ground. At the end of the north wing was a single door leading to a patient bed room. Inside the room was a single large dresser with one twin sized bed, with a small bathroom, a flickering light giving off a small amount of light. On the near bare bed lay a female body covered with only a thin blanket.
Now for the juicy bits. I specialize in gory, horror filled also smut filled zombie apocalypse roleplays. Hardcore forced/rape/CNC zombie smut. Zombies with unrealistic ridiculous private part proportions, also mutated to be faster, stronger, smarter and stealthier with long claws or sharp finger nails. They come with the tier system, some use melee weapons like knives, others use their claws
18+ zombie apocalypse roleplay, this will contain mutated zombies with unusual high levels of speed, strength and stealth. The virus is only transferred Via bites, however scratches should still be cleaned. If there's an error involving the time of the year and the corn fields I apologize. 18+ WARNING THIS RP CONTAINS ZOMBIE RAPE!, OTHER WARNINGS! GORE and POSSIBLE LOSS OF APPENDAGES/LIMBS
Name: James Robert
NIckname: N/A
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian American
Weight: 140
Height: 5'9
Appearance: Bright blue eyes with short blond hair, tall and athletic with a handsome face.
Equipment: /1/ large blue backpack, /2/ weapon sheaths
Inventory: /2/ empty gun magazines, /1/ pair of handcuffs with a key, /1/ first aid kit /1/ NoteBook with pen
Skills: First Aid, self defense attacks, driving, hotwiring vehicles
Weapons: /1/ serrated machete, /1/ M9 Pistol
Supplies: /1/ First aid kid, /6/ bottles of water, /6/ protein bars
Clothing: Steel Toe boots, white socks, Blue pants, white short sleeve shirt. 2 weapon sheaths, no undergarments
Starter: 'Day 33, November 3rd 2020 2:00 pm in the afternoon. This apocalypse has been going on for 33 days, so far I've survived by fleeing the cities and hotwiring cars one after another heading to rural and urban areas. But the amount of undamaged cars I find that can be hotwired has been diminishing. I have to consider, looking for gas cans to siphon gas from vehicles. I've opted to head north, despite not having any winter gear but it seems smart, i'm sure I can find some. Unfortunately supplies are running low, I hope I find a place I can loot.'
James paused as he put his pen away, before closing the notebook he was using a journal. He was parked on the side of the highway, sitting inside a red bloody and scratched pickup truck. To his left and right were large cornfields spanning miles in either direction. He was hoping to reach a suitable place that could serve as a base for more than a few days. Plus winter was about a month away so he wanted to be ready since he suspected the zombies would be worse then. At this point James was only worried about his own survival, no one else's.
Having put away the notebook he started the truck back up, starting to drive down the road. Going in the same direction, he has been for awhile now, the windows in the truck rolled up. As he drove down the road, he started noticing a few zombies wandering around on the road. But watched as they immediately started running towards his truck as he drove by. However he was able to out speed them, once they were out of sight he slowed down slightly.
Then about 2 miles ahead he noticed a crashed vehicle in the middle of the road. It was also a pickup truck but yellow and the hood was smoking. Upon further inspection, he noticed that both of the doors were yanked open almost ripped off. Slowing down as to not attract them, he was close enough to see that there were three undead around the vehicle. Two of them appeared to be feasting on the flesh of two bodies, while the third looked like it was trying to pull something out of the truck. Seconds later he spotted the third briefly come out of the vehicle with something in its hands like something pushed, punched or kicked it. Its left hand was wrapped around someone's forearm pulling on it. Its right hand grabbing a fistful of someone's shirt and attached to that shirt was a female that was very clearly trying to prevent herself from being pulled out of the truck. A grim smirk crossing his face as he thought about intervening but decided to just kill the two undead first. Rolling down the window, before speeding up he drove towards the undead swerving to avoid the truck and the undead. Looking out the window as he drove past the two, noticing the corpses on the ground. Both appeared to be female and male adult bodies, he kept driving but soon hit the break. Turning his vehicle around he heard the screaming of a young female. He was stopped about 500 feet from the truck and the infected, simply leaning back in his seat. Staring through window and deciding when and how he'd kill the infected. Would he wait till they killed the female then do it or would he intervene? would he even have to intervene, could she save herself?
Content Warning - This post contains taboo sexual subjects
18+ only
Hospital zombie survival rp, something little different. Heres how it'll go. You'll set up your character and I'll have her wake up in the zombie infested hospital. She'll be waken up by loud noises, this rp will just consist of her attempting to survive and escape the hospital and survive the apocalypse. I'll be playing zombies only and basically just throwing scenarios at her to survive. I'll present opportunities for her to loot and explore and control what she finds for loot, clothes, food etc. But you'll control your actual character, but I probably won't be fair about loot.
In a way you can think of this as sort of video game like.
18+ Only. horror erotica/smut, this is equal parts story and smut. This contains Zombie Rape. Survival will be extremely difficult but not impossible, but your character will most likely end up escaping, physically, emotionally and mentally scarred. Story will be explained by left behind notes of previously alive survivors. Let me know if you think there are any rooms that should be explored for loot.
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Loud booms of thunder, 'CRASH' 'BOOM', bolts of lightening appearing in the sky. Wind howling ripping past trees, flashes of lightening lighting up a large five story building hidden by night. In the brief flashes of light words could be spelled out on the building, SAINT JOHNS HOSPITAL. And despite the storm, it was unusually cold out. Outside on the ground lay the large parking lot, disfigured undead bodies wandering the grounds as a few vans were on fire. While other vehicles were left untouched despite a few having the doors ripped off and blood covering the metal contraptions.
June 4th 11:00 pm 2020 was the current date and it was unfortunately the end of the world. Approximately 1 year earlier everything had gone to hell when scientists attempted to bring the recently deceased back to life. However both failing and succeeding at the same damned time. There were attempts....bring it to an end however they all failed making the situation worse. Survivors here and there few in between...unless you knew where to find the survivor camps.
Floors 1 through 4 were a massacre, bodies littering the floor and clothing. Bloody scraps of clothing littering the floor as well. The bodies of both civilian and non civilian, it didn't matter to the flesh eaters as bullet casings were everywhere on the ground. a few weapons here and there but empty of ammo and useless. Shadows flicking on the walls and screeches as the sprinters raced through the shadows like hyper active children. Taped to the walls in one of the corridors listed the type of undead, 'Tier 1: Shamblers, slow, stupid yet easy to avoid but dangerous and stronger in groups. low durability but medium strength. Slightly smaller claws than Sprinters, strength lies in hordes. Tier 2: Sprinters, Fast, semi intelligent Extremely long nails used as weapons, incredibly dangerous, high strength, high durability. Strength lies in their speed and actual strength. Tier 3: Stalkers, Low durability, extremely high strength, incredibly stealthy, has the ability to hide in the shadows. Claws same length as Sprinters.
However oddly enough, the 5th floor was incredibly quiet. Puddles of blood here and there, bullet casings everywhere. The whole hallway devoid of sound, accessible only via elevator, two wings only. North and south wing, despite a plethora of casings there were no weapons on the ground. At the end of the north wing was a single door leading to a patient bed room. Inside the room was a single large dresser with one twin sized bed, with a small bathroom, a flickering light giving off a small amount of light. On the near bare bed lay a female body covered with only a thin blanket.
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