ULTIMATE MARVEL RPG SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Harlekin
Character you would like to play: Zombie Daredevil
Powers and a brief description of the character in proper English: Daredevil is dead, blind but not out! Gifted with radar sense and the immense hunger for brains, this is one devil you don't wanna mess with. Oh yeah, his real name is Matt Murdock, but everybody thinks he's dead anyway.
Three reasons why you have chosen that character:
1. So someone else can introduce Ash
2. Zombies rock
3. I've played nazis, blacks, jews, asians, everything, so now I want to play a zombie.
What can you bring to this game? Hardcore zombie action.
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: Every day.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards:
Of course, duh. Am I ******?
Provide a small sample post for your character, about 4 paragraphs with at least one line of dialouge:
It was dank and dark. Light didn't seem to reach this part of Hell's Kitchen, one of the toughest of the New York neighbourhoods. Hell's Kitchen was a 'hood you never left while alive. The bodybags that have been carried out of this area are plentiful, even moreso than the ones that haven't.
The east side garbage dump was the most popular for these bags, the dump largely made up of rotting bodies. Everybody knew it, and nobody looked surprised when every morning, the pile became just a little bigger. Colour the surprise of the Kitchen's inhabitants when one day, the pile had shrunk.
With each passing day, the dump shrunk more and more, and soon people started to talk. To investigate. To watch the dump at night. Never before had they done so, afraid of gang reprisal. Fear for the gangs was slowly making way for fear of something much worse now. Could it be the cops, finally cleaning up the place?
"Yo, ese, not this place man. Haven't you heard. Could be cops about, man," a young gangbanger said to his friend as they carried what would become the latest addition to the garbage dump.
"No way, Diego. This place never seen a cop."
"I'm not sure, man."
"Just don't let the body fall."
...
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what? Diego, you trippin' man."
"No, listen."
And indeed, the strange and sickening sound of... bones cracking and flesh being eaten could be heard.
"Madre!" Diego dropped the bag and ran for it, leaving his companion behind.
"Oh, no," the thug exclaimed.
"RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"