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Um, no, didn't you click on the link?Dude, knowing what a shambler is is just a basic part of zombie identification.
Lets Get To It! Rwby Ideas/discussion Thread
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Huh.
Has anyone thought of copying from all those post-apocalyptic quests for rwby?
Let's say..... Ruby's Silver eyes didn't freeze just the dragon. It froze the entirety of Vale. In that moment, the time within vale stopped.
Time was stopped. There was no way in, nor out. They could not even start to break into the time freeze. So, a new hunter academy was created, along with a new city. But the fallen city of vale was always remembered.
Several thousand years later, the 4 kingdoms have shattered, and no one remembers Beacon. Forests, foliage, and all sorts of things have sprung up around the frozen city. Add in several years for everyone to forget, and a remote location, and the city is lost. Just a fairy tale of a city frozen in time, one told by mothers to their children.
But one day, the spell ends. Maybe something changed in the aura. Maybe the timer ended. But Beacon and Vale are now back in time, several thousand years in the future. The 4 kingdoms have fallen, and the Academies are but a distant memory. The world is now divided up into shattered feudal states, and the grimm rampage across the surface of Remnant.
Good idea for a quest?
Has anyone thought of copying from all those post-apocalyptic quests for rwby?
Let's say..... Ruby's Silver eyes didn't freeze just the dragon. It froze the entirety of Vale. In that moment, the time within vale stopped.
Time was stopped. There was no way in, nor out. They could not even start to break into the time freeze. So, a new hunter academy was created, along with a new city. But the fallen city of vale was always remembered.
Several thousand years later, the 4 kingdoms have shattered, and no one remembers Beacon. Forests, foliage, and all sorts of things have sprung up around the frozen city. Add in several years for everyone to forget, and a remote location, and the city is lost. Just a fairy tale of a city frozen in time, one told by mothers to their children.
But one day, the spell ends. Maybe something changed in the aura. Maybe the timer ended. But Beacon and Vale are now back in time, several thousand years in the future. The 4 kingdoms have fallen, and the Academies are but a distant memory. The world is now divided up into shattered feudal states, and the grimm rampage across the surface of Remnant.
Good idea for a quest?
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Um... guys?
has anyone considered the fact that Remnant may be the result of an apocalypse?
ok, lets say, there was this prosperous, wonderful civilization. Spanning all of remnant.
Then something went wrong. Perhaps there was a plague. Perhaps a war amongst the continents. Mass unrest. A meteor strike. The Grimm.
But everything was burned down to ashes, with even the memory of their previous triumphs was lost to time. Weapons capable of flattening cities were thrown like pebbles, and what time and human didn't destroy, the later grimm finished the job.
So in the deepest mountains, under the thickest forests, within the sand dunes, one could find remnants of a lost age. Weapons, combat machines, electronics, clothing, all from a time before it all went to hell.
The highlight of this shitfest?
Some moron started shooting off big-ass missiles, in the end, creating this:
has anyone considered the fact that Remnant may be the result of an apocalypse?
ok, lets say, there was this prosperous, wonderful civilization. Spanning all of remnant.
Then something went wrong. Perhaps there was a plague. Perhaps a war amongst the continents. Mass unrest. A meteor strike. The Grimm.
But everything was burned down to ashes, with even the memory of their previous triumphs was lost to time. Weapons capable of flattening cities were thrown like pebbles, and what time and human didn't destroy, the later grimm finished the job.
So in the deepest mountains, under the thickest forests, within the sand dunes, one could find remnants of a lost age. Weapons, combat machines, electronics, clothing, all from a time before it all went to hell.
The highlight of this shitfest?
Some moron started shooting off big-ass missiles, in the end, creating this:
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I just want to do a crossover with rl or asoiaf.
Then the crossover people who went over to the remnant side looks up in the nigyt sky, and then goes: "Oh my god....."
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That really goes without saying. For starts, it's called Remnant.
Second, have you seen the fucking moon?
Also, your image isn't working on my browser so I have no idea what you are trying to say.
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Its the shattered moon of remnant.
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Third snippet
As Alice walked with Headmaster Ozpin, she finally realized 2 things.
1. The headmaster was not a normal human.
2. He really loved coffee.
Whenever they stopped near a store or diner to get food, he would always make sure to look for coffee. There were always zombies, hiding within.
And Ozpin would take them down. Every. Single. Time. The zombies would do nothing than make a single grunting sound or start shifting their limbs, and the silver haired man will be there. Moving faster than her eyes could track, smashing apart heads and bodies to keep them down.
Ordinarily, this would have been impossible for Alice. She had tried looting a few times, but each time, she was chased off by undead. After a close call where she had to kick away a zombie that had grabbed onto Sarah. Deciding not to risk her daughter, she had only looted from shops and stores that she was sure that there were no zombies within. This made things slow, and the food she had gotten was barely enough
But traveling along with this... man? She was safe. Bending over to stuff a box of cookies into her pack, she watched as Ozpin rummaged through another cabinet, searching for his coffee.
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"H....headmaster? How did you do that?" Alice was still in shock at being alive
This made the Ozpin confused "What?" he asked.
"That... that thing! What happened to those zombie!" Alice was pointing a shaking finger at the zombies that had myateriously disappeared.
"Oh, so that's what you call these here. On that note, Miss...."
"Miller. Alice Miller." At this point, Alice was getting annoyed.
"Ah, thank you. Miss Miller, where is this place? It does not seem to be the city of Vale. "
"Vale? This is London! Where on Earth have you been?" Alice was by now shouting, her near death experience playing hell with her nerves, which was only contrasted by the mans answer
"What's Earth?"
This continued on quite awhile, until Alice managed to gather several things. Ozpin was an alien with soul magic superpowers from a world full of monsters called grimm. And he ran a school for superheroes. Apparently, shamblers were a type of grimm whom possessed human corpses.
Ozpin smashed down the steel shutters on another door like tissue paper, walking into the store, smashing apart the heads of a swarm of zombies that had been hiding in there.
He was definitely superhuman, thats for sure.
"So.... where do we go from here?"
Disturbed from her reverie, she asked :"what?"
Without turning his head, he repeated:" i mean, what do we do now, since we have enough food? Do we exit the city, and go into the surrounding countryside? Where there are less people and less zombies? Or do we stay here, where we can scavenge food, but with crowds of shamblers are hiding?
Gesturing to the pile of corpses and himself, he continued:" I can take care of myself. However, I am more worried aboit you and your child, Mrs. Miller. It may be wiser for you to reach a place with less undead. Preferably one with a group you could join. Strength in numbers, and all that."
Frowning, Alice found herself agreeing. Taking a deep breath, she made her decision.
As Alice walked with Headmaster Ozpin, she finally realized 2 things.
1. The headmaster was not a normal human.
2. He really loved coffee.
Whenever they stopped near a store or diner to get food, he would always make sure to look for coffee. There were always zombies, hiding within.
And Ozpin would take them down. Every. Single. Time. The zombies would do nothing than make a single grunting sound or start shifting their limbs, and the silver haired man will be there. Moving faster than her eyes could track, smashing apart heads and bodies to keep them down.
Ordinarily, this would have been impossible for Alice. She had tried looting a few times, but each time, she was chased off by undead. After a close call where she had to kick away a zombie that had grabbed onto Sarah. Deciding not to risk her daughter, she had only looted from shops and stores that she was sure that there were no zombies within. This made things slow, and the food she had gotten was barely enough
But traveling along with this... man? She was safe. Bending over to stuff a box of cookies into her pack, she watched as Ozpin rummaged through another cabinet, searching for his coffee.
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"H....headmaster? How did you do that?" Alice was still in shock at being alive
This made the Ozpin confused "What?" he asked.
"That... that thing! What happened to those zombie!" Alice was pointing a shaking finger at the zombies that had myateriously disappeared.
"Oh, so that's what you call these here. On that note, Miss...."
"Miller. Alice Miller." At this point, Alice was getting annoyed.
"Ah, thank you. Miss Miller, where is this place? It does not seem to be the city of Vale. "
"Vale? This is London! Where on Earth have you been?" Alice was by now shouting, her near death experience playing hell with her nerves, which was only contrasted by the mans answer
"What's Earth?"
This continued on quite awhile, until Alice managed to gather several things. Ozpin was an alien with soul magic superpowers from a world full of monsters called grimm. And he ran a school for superheroes. Apparently, shamblers were a type of grimm whom possessed human corpses.
Ozpin smashed down the steel shutters on another door like tissue paper, walking into the store, smashing apart the heads of a swarm of zombies that had been hiding in there.
He was definitely superhuman, thats for sure.
"So.... where do we go from here?"
Disturbed from her reverie, she asked :"what?"
Without turning his head, he repeated:" i mean, what do we do now, since we have enough food? Do we exit the city, and go into the surrounding countryside? Where there are less people and less zombies? Or do we stay here, where we can scavenge food, but with crowds of shamblers are hiding?
Gesturing to the pile of corpses and himself, he continued:" I can take care of myself. However, I am more worried aboit you and your child, Mrs. Miller. It may be wiser for you to reach a place with less undead. Preferably one with a group you could join. Strength in numbers, and all that."
Frowning, Alice found herself agreeing. Taking a deep breath, she made her decision.
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At the en there, don't you mean Susan?
Anyway the tenses read a little awkwardly, & I am a little surprised by how Ozpin searching for coffee given all the other stuff going on, but the descriptions were solid, and the intro worked well.
A tad shocked it took her so long to react like that XD Nice lead out.
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But first, any other things to say?
Also, what does this mean?
And also, I'm in a bit of a conumdrum.
Should I have them leave the city for the countryside, or stay in the city?
No matter what, there'll be people. The number of people and types will change, but still..... I'm hoping for different environments to put Ozpin in. Ozpin can, literally, stay in the city, and smash zombies all day. But Alice is different. She has a child. And Ozpin's not going to leave a young mother with a toddler out in the middle of the tiny equivalent of a grimm invasion. Also, I'm not sure on how to worldbuild.
No matter what, there'll be people. The number of people and types will change, but still..... I'm hoping for different environments to put Ozpin in. Ozpin can, literally, stay in the city, and smash zombies all day. But Alice is different. She has a child. And Ozpin's not going to leave a young mother with a toddler out in the middle of the tiny equivalent of a grimm invasion. Also, I'm not sure on how to worldbuild.
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The fight was long over, but she could still feel the tension pulling her muscles taught, even as she slipped her weapon back into its scabbard. She watched as the last handful of grimm evaporated into dust, just in case any of them had the guile to play dead.
Well, wasn't this a sorry mess?
The village square was a ruin, the ground had been torn-up, walls had been broken, and the buildings had been shattered. Loose debris and rubble was scattered everywhere, and several dead bodies lay in the dirt; some of them were even her own men. The town beyond was almost untouched, the grimm having been allowed to rampage through the streets unopposed, until they reached the centre.
From somewhere she could hear a baby crying, and she very forcefully pushed the sound to the back of her mind.
The weak had done what the weak do best, run and hide, because all you can do when you meet someone stronger is stay out of their way. Not that it was any of her concern.
Idly, she wondered how many had survived?
Her biggest concern right now was the fact that this was the second time something like this had happened, and she wasn't a big believer in coincidences.
Suddenly there was a light pressure around her leg, and she almost drew her blade again.
Damn it! Had she been too lax? Stupid!
Then she looked down, and found a small child clinging to her leg. It was a girl, probably no older ten or eleven, She shook her leg a little to break the child's grip, but the girl latched right back on. She shook her leg harder, knocking her back a bit, but she charged forwards and grabbed her leg again.
"If you're looking for comfort you've come to the wrong woman," she growled, but the child looked completely unaffected.
Damn, she hated kids.
"Rust," she barked.
One of her men rushed forward; he was short and thin, he didn't look like much, but he was tenacious.
"Yes, Boss?" he asked.
Then he looked down at her leg.
"Um, Boss?" he began. "Do you know you've got - "
"For your own sake Rust," she said. "Don't finish that sentence."
"Yes, Boss," he responded. "So, uh, what did you want?"
"I'm leaving you in charge until I get back," she said.
"You going somewhere?"
"Just to get some questions answered," she replied.
With that said Raven turned on her heel, and strode towards the edge of the village. Might as well start with whatever den this pack of monsters had come from.
The fight was long over, but she could still feel the tension pulling her muscles taught, even as she slipped her weapon back into its scabbard. She watched as the last handful of grimm evaporated into dust, just in case any of them had the guile to play dead.
Well, wasn't this a sorry mess?
The village square was a ruin, the ground had been torn-up, walls had been broken, and the buildings had been shattered. Loose debris and rubble was scattered everywhere, and several dead bodies lay in the dirt; some of them were even her own men. The town beyond was almost untouched, the grimm having been allowed to rampage through the streets unopposed, until they reached the centre.
From somewhere she could hear a baby crying, and she very forcefully pushed the sound to the back of her mind.
The weak had done what the weak do best, run and hide, because all you can do when you meet someone stronger is stay out of their way. Not that it was any of her concern.
Idly, she wondered how many had survived?
Her biggest concern right now was the fact that this was the second time something like this had happened, and she wasn't a big believer in coincidences.
Suddenly there was a light pressure around her leg, and she almost drew her blade again.
Damn it! Had she been too lax? Stupid!
Then she looked down, and found a small child clinging to her leg. It was a girl, probably no older ten or eleven, She shook her leg a little to break the child's grip, but the girl latched right back on. She shook her leg harder, knocking her back a bit, but she charged forwards and grabbed her leg again.
"If you're looking for comfort you've come to the wrong woman," she growled, but the child looked completely unaffected.
Damn, she hated kids.
"Rust," she barked.
One of her men rushed forward; he was short and thin, he didn't look like much, but he was tenacious.
"Yes, Boss?" he asked.
Then he looked down at her leg.
"Um, Boss?" he began. "Do you know you've got - "
"For your own sake Rust," she said. "Don't finish that sentence."
"Yes, Boss," he responded. "So, uh, what did you want?"
"I'm leaving you in charge until I get back," she said.
"You going somewhere?"
"Just to get some questions answered," she replied.
With that said Raven turned on her heel, and strode towards the edge of the village. Might as well start with whatever den this pack of monsters had come from.
Not much, sorry on a time crunch.
It means that I think you did a good job describing the physical actions and the like, and that the intro to this segment worked very well.
I can't really say what works best, sorry. Ozpin probably wants to return to his world, but isn't likely o just leave people to suffer when its so in his face. However given his speed and power I wouldn't be surprised if he could wipe out most of the zombie population in a week or two.
Excellent described, very vivid and evocative, Raven feels painfully in character and it sets things up well for future updates.
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Meh. He still can kill only, like, a few thousand zombies a day.
Granted, he has to bait them in using an alarm clock, but....
Thing is, Ozpin's not the main character. Alice is. Human interaction is crucial for this fic. And different locations give different opportunities.
I don't know, I mean he could probably just run through each street slashing and have them all cleared in a day or two, though maybe his stamina won't hold but he is pretty strong.
I see your point, sadly I can't offer much at this point, The things Opzin can do undermine Alice's own autonomy (Not quite the right word) in the story and are such implicit game changers, but there's so much other stuff that could affect decision making that figuring out what they should do or would do is very hard.
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Agency. Its called agency
(Facepalm) Thank you, I usually use that word a lot but it was just not coming to me yesterday, thanks again!
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Yes, thats the problem.
1. I can't writr OCs. Unless you donate some...
2. I can't do characters. Battle? Yes. Travel? Yes. Tech? Yes. Character interaction? Hahahah
I am sorry, but I genuinely have little to offer on this front, though I imagine seeking out some community or authority figure might be on their list of actions which could serve as a guideline and compel more actions and interactions.
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Well, yeah. Also other zombie apocalypse shows and movies. Enough to give you a list of the usual tropes for you to either implement or subvert.
No idea, I assume there must be some other survivors and some remnants of the government or military or other such organisation may have survived and be trying to hold out.
Um, maybe? Really depends what you are going for, though reading up on, or watching zombie media would definitely be a good idea for research, but its really your call.
Edit: Though if you are writing a crossover I'd recommend it, yes.
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Got any good sources?
I got none. Lots of people hate the walking dead.
I'd reccomend TV tropes zombies page myself.
Beyond that the original Dawn of the Dead was very good for pragmatic, for the most part, MCs and the Walking Dead games by Telltale are quite good.
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Adam was rifling through a store when he heard the alarm bell. His first thought was 'oh shit', and reached for his sledgehammer to smash the source of the sound. A moment later, his hand retracted as the zombies that had previously been banging on the store window staggered to the direction of the sound. He stood there in the dark in momentary confusion, before filling up his rucksack and exiting the store. The sound was still ringing. It was a loud, made from the alarm clocke that had a hammer placed between 2 bells. It rang throughout the city. Looking at the masses of zombies currently walking towards it, he guessed that every dead within several kilometres could hear it and is on their way. He should leave, before he was trapped.
Or not.
Curiosity overriding good sense, he waked towars the sound, standing on cars, hiding in corners, and generally avoiding the reach of the undead.
Until he stopped. At a crossing, a man with silver hair and a cane stood on top of a car. An alarm clock by his feet, ringing and attracting more and more zombies. The surrounding streets got more and more crowded, until the car started to be moved by the push of bodies.
Adam opened up a latch, and began to climb a set of staircases on the side of the building. Moving up to the second story, he crouched down and watched the old man.
That was when the old man turned off the alarm clock. And then he moved.
He leapt upwards, and landed in a gap within the crowd that had just opened up. Then he began to swing.
Zombie heads began to fly through the air, and though Adam could see him from his vantage point, he couldn't track the movement of his limbs. The circle around him became wider wider and wider. Until he began to move. Then the human tornado started churn up even more zombies. The zombied stood still too stupod to run, or ttied to search for the sound of smashing skills and limbs. Until every zombie near the crossing was dead.
Jaw dropped, adam could only stare as he realized over 500 zed were destroyed in less than a minute.
That was when the man waved at him.
Or not.
Curiosity overriding good sense, he waked towars the sound, standing on cars, hiding in corners, and generally avoiding the reach of the undead.
Until he stopped. At a crossing, a man with silver hair and a cane stood on top of a car. An alarm clock by his feet, ringing and attracting more and more zombies. The surrounding streets got more and more crowded, until the car started to be moved by the push of bodies.
Adam opened up a latch, and began to climb a set of staircases on the side of the building. Moving up to the second story, he crouched down and watched the old man.
That was when the old man turned off the alarm clock. And then he moved.
He leapt upwards, and landed in a gap within the crowd that had just opened up. Then he began to swing.
Zombie heads began to fly through the air, and though Adam could see him from his vantage point, he couldn't track the movement of his limbs. The circle around him became wider wider and wider. Until he began to move. Then the human tornado started churn up even more zombies. The zombied stood still too stupod to run, or ttied to search for the sound of smashing skills and limbs. Until every zombie near the crossing was dead.
Jaw dropped, adam could only stare as he realized over 500 zed were destroyed in less than a minute.
That was when the man waved at him.