What kind of group is this?
This is a RP/story/mission group, following an original concept of
werecreatures. Humans in this world transform by getting infected with
parasites. These parasites were originally animals or made from animal DNA,
but due to a bacteria developped by the GG in order to make animals immune to
pollution they became parasites, only able to infect humans.
The world is separated into three factions: Global Government,
Tamed and Harmony. As a member, you are an infected and part of the
harmony. You can however create an unlimited amount of humand and tamed
Is there a limit of characters for missions?
Yes, three. More then that is a no no, and I recommend having a single
character anyways, unless you want some sort of team.
Can I join? When?
Yes and anytime! Z-parasites has no time limit! However, we will only accept
you as a member if you complete an application correctly first.
Are there any other details we should know?
As this is a gobal group, please make sure you at least have a decent grasp at
english... We are sorry, but it is rather infuriating when somebody doesn't know
english now and requires to use a poor tool such as Googlr translate.
RTS quote meme template (Z-Parasites version)So i quite like to play a good RTS (Real Time Strategy game) every now and again and one thing i always liked about them is quotes and comments the units will use when you issue commands to them.RTS quote meme template (Z-Parasites version) by lp573
For instance, in Starcraft 2 the terran builder unit (the SUV) will react negatively attitude when you order them to attack an enemy.
Anyway with that being said i thought i would make this meme with that theme for some goodhearted laughs.
Spawning in: <-- This is when your character/characters have finished production at the building and become a usable unit.
(Normally they only have one quote in this section)
Selected: <-- This is when you click on them.
(Units normally have between 3 to 5 different selection lines each)
Moving: <-- When told to move som
The Tamed bondThe Tamed bondThe Tamed bond by haffenhoff27
Sitting in a dimly lit room, a man of Hispanic descent sat, glued to his computer as he scrolled through a list, the beginning of each paragraph starting with a handful profile pictures of people in their human and symbiotic form. Mere hours earlier the man had been tasked with a mission and he sorely needed a force to follow his command. The main force had already been decided, three to be exact, all childhood friends of his. All that remained was for him to choose additional troops to ensure the mission’s success.
“Hmm, this one is interesting…” the man mused to himself, hovering his mouse over the picture of a man with unkempt black and brown hair. “Jason Kaiter, age twenty seven. Member for eight months and his success rate is…89%. Impressive. Wolverine and honey badger infected. Suffers from…” He paused, arcing an eyebrow. “Kluver-Bucy syndrome. Let me see, what does that pertain
ZP: Meanwhile, At The Falcon's SideZP: Meanwhile, At The Falcon's Side by CyanoDrake
Natalie walked into the base's cafeteria and spotted her friend, the dark-skinned girl kept her glowing magenta eyes over her wristwatch.
"Hello, Sammy, am I late?" The blonde greeted with a smile.
The brunette looked up to the falcon infected. "It's exactly seven o'clock, your weirdo!" She chuckled amused. "How do you Brits do this?"
"Brit magic, silly!" Natalie played. "So, are you ready to go?"
Samantha nodded. "Of course! Let's go, those strays aren't getting beaten by themselves!" She skipped towards the exit, the blonde smiled at her friend being full of energy as always and followed her.
In the hallway, they spotted another girl, her eyes with baby blue "whites" behind glasses fixated on a notice board on the wall.
"BECKY!" The magenta-eyed girl bolted to the third one and hugged her tight.
"Ugh, not again, Sammy." She pu
[ LOCKED ]I suppose for this, it should be dark, gloomy and rainy, but no. Life is not a fairytale where everything sets the mood. That'd be too... too right.[ LOCKED ] by InkyWings-X
A child walking home ? No, from the look in her eyes, she has had a hard time, been to Hell and back more than once, she has matured from a child. Though there's a slight tinge of pathetic-ness, weakness, the longing to be held in those eyes, the eyes of a child.
She must be walking home, it looks like she knows the route, or well, scratching away plates of useless debris to re-find the memories, the sweet ones. The ones of home. The ones that when she returned from her eventful and tiring days of school to the smell of cinnamon buns being cooked. The ones of her and her siblings, sometimes arguing, but happy.
Holding her breath as she gets to the fenced wall around a bricked house, ones to keep that feeling of safety and security. It was a nice home, one that a stereotypical, happy family would have, the ones in a fairytale. Of course, th
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