Current cost and timeframes

Current Donations: $0
Current Available Cash: $100

Clan Costs (Friday, Sept. 12th, 2008)
Cash Inflow: $1,000
1 year 100 slot Ventrilo: $300
Webhost Cost: $400
6 month Private League Server: $80
Dedicated Server for public game servers: $300

That leaves me with just about $20, which I'll spend on gas. That leaves me with $0 by next Friday, with the good news of not funneling any more money into the clan.

Cost Projections (Friday, September 26th, 2008)

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Why is the gaming clan relevant?

I own the clan. I own all the rights. We're an official business. We intend to make money.

The fast the site goes up, the more likely we are to expand. The more we expand, the more money we'll hopefully make. The website will HOPEFULLY produce some money, some of which I can put toward the seedbox.

>>9095

But they're still there.

>>9098
As I said 5 days. Refer to this page.
Read that delete/rename character section.
http://www.urbandead.com/faq.html#delete

Did you forget that currently, zombies are fictional entities? Since there are none available to study, the answer would be "your guess is as good as mine."

Personally, I've always wondered why muscle deterioration didn't play a more significant role in a zombie's mobility.

The Solanum virus by Brooks transforms the brain in an autonomous organ that act like a symbiotes to the body.

Voodoo zombies are people who have suffered cerebral trauma.

But I do not think that ordinary zombies could become uncounscious at least it never happens.

a diamond sword that never dulls, and is sharpened to the atom

shipping containers full of rocks stacked into a wall around a remote farm with large store rooms filled with suplys and equpiment and lots and lots of gas

Find a big mountain, build a giant fort on said mountain, have a farm and a well, ????, profit!

yeah but what about when ur slowing down and a fucking zed jumps u and rips u off ur fancy little motorbike...personally i reckon a 4wd like a range rover or a ute like a ford or dodge pickup....id like to see the day a zed takes down a f100...

I'd take my car, 'cause it's just over there and I have the keys for it already.

Im going to build this in advance.
Picture says it all.

Chair, trash can, potted plant (for throwing)and at least 12 knives, though I wouldn't want to get close enough to use them.

If I were to move about 15 feet to my bedroom I got a wooden sword that could easily bash in a skull or pierce through an eye into a brain.

Nothing. I slip around the zombie out of the room, lock the door, and walk off to dig up my aluminum bat.

We're talking shamblers, right?

Knife, bottles, trashcan, chair, very heavy computer.

Bmup

bump,
OP? are you there!?
we require MOAR delicious story

Bmup

<this umm "thing" right here...can u imagine her smashing a zombies face off cos i can....XD...nah in all honesty why not just choose alice from resident evil...or is that too science fictiony...probably...well i if i had to choose a real person fuck it id choose some fucking ninja or samurai or some shit...id like to see the zombies try to take down some guy backflip kicking them in the face

>>9102 Fuck you!

stephen hawking because when the zed heads rush us i smash his little joystick in the forward direction on his wheelchair. He goes careening into the zombie mob while i run away and hide.

>>9142
Oh no, not a slight change in clothing and a different voice actor!

>>9182
Not the one you're responding to, but I agree with them. He's almost a completely different character.

Outbreak

The news said something about a mutated strain of the ?bird-flu? that was breaking out in San Diego County, California. Some scientist was on the air practically shitting himself trying to tell people that ?the end is upon us,? that this mutation was a ?sign from god? and we were all condemned. The live audience laughed him off the stage on television, but the next day reports started coming in of mass homicides in San Diego County. I sat on the couch in my apartment and watched in awe as live news choppers showed the chaos down below. Places I had known my whole life, stores I had grown up around, were in ruin. Smoke raced into the sky, fires ran rampant, and the most horrifying part of it all ? people were eating each other. The t.v. said to evacuate the entire county due to some ?biological weapon? that was set off from a ?terrorist attack? which drove people crazy. I thought to myself, fuck this and packed a bag with a few things I needed and grabbed my glock and slammed a fresh clip in. The second I opened my door I could smell the fires, and hear the screams.
I rushed down the stairs, and what lay before me I could only compare to the deepest bowels of hell. Bodies were scattered across the parking lot, people running and screaming everywhere, soot rained from the skies and the ground shook from almost constant explosions. My entire apartment complex was ablaze, and the stench alone made me gag. Shit I left my car keys upstairs. I went back to my apartment but when I reached the bottom step my neighbors walked out of the door next to mine. I tried calling to them but they seemed out of it, completely gone from this world. And the Tom turned to stare at me from atop the stairwell. Half of his face was gone, and so was a good sized chunk of his torso. I stood in shock at what I saw, and for a brief moment, when I looked into his eyes, I saw? recognition. He knew it was me, but then that look was replaced with a guttural snarl as he jumped from the second story at me, screeching the whole way down. I backpedaled just in time as he smacked into the concrete next to me and popped off two rounds into his chest as he stood and came for me.
It didn?t stop him. It didn?t even hurt hi

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