I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood

User BANNED Posts : 9885 Join date : 2008-12-08

So did we ever figure out who the blood in the dining hall belongrd to during re1?

Subject: Re: I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:12 pm

I assume it was just some regular 'ol zombie blood.

Hunter Posts : 1033 Join date : 2011-01-26 Age : 30

i still say it had to do with kevin, i also just rebet the game today. i was sure i had the rocket launcher but my time was 3:30 gah lol maybe next time

Subject: Re: I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:29 pm

Wasn't there already a thread for this? I remember that I wrote a story about this.

Subject: Re: I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:47 pm

I always thought it was Kenneth's blood.

Hunter Posts : 1033 Join date : 2011-01-26 Age : 30

lol did i say kevin?

Subject: Re: I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood Thu Sep 29, 2011 5:27 am

RaviorStygian wrote:: Wasn't there already a thread for this? I remember that I wrote a story about this.

I remember that thread as well and I haven't even been on here for long.

Let's just say topics like this are good enough to have two threads for Very Happy

Hunter Posts : 1033 Join date : 2011-01-26 Age : 30

guys hes asking if it was ever solved. not whos blood it was.....so this thread is based off that thread

Subject: Re: I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:21 am

RaviorStygian wrote:: Wasn't there already a thread for this? I remember that I wrote a story about this.

I'm sticking to that story.

Subject: Re: I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood Thu Sep 29, 2011 10:01 am

I think it might actually be Richard's. He could have been, for example, smoking a blunt in the dining room, when Yawn decided to drag him into the fireplace. Hey, it could have a long, twisty series of passages that all join together.

Subject: Re: I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood Thu Sep 29, 2011 10:23 am

The Knife wrote:: I think it might actually be Richard's. He could have been, for example, smoking a blunt in the dining room, when Yawn decided to drag him into the fireplace. Hey, it could have a long, twisty series of passages that all join together.

You mean te Yawn would've made them? I mean, it's not a good idea to have all the fireplaces connect Very Happy

RPD Officer Posts : 261 Join date : 2011-09-04 Age : 31

I've always wondered this myself. It COULD be Chris's blood in Jill's scenario. What if when Chris went missing, he actually ran over and jumped through the window, thus cutting himself on the glass? But then Chris's scenario wouldn't make sense. It's probably Kenneth's or some random zombie's.

Subject: Re: I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood Thu Sep 29, 2011 11:12 am

Mass Distraction wrote:

The Knife wrote:: I think it might actually be Richard's. He could have been, for example, smoking a blunt in the dining room, when Yawn decided to drag him into the fireplace. Hey, it could have a long, twisty series of passages that all join together.

You mean te Yawn would've made them? I mean, it's not a good idea to have all the fireplaces connect Very Happy

Either way works. I mean, the Yawn managed to plow a hole into the floor.

Subject: Re: I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood Thu Sep 29, 2011 11:18 am

Cyberote wrote:: I've always wondered this myself. It COULD be Chris's blood in Jill's scenario. What if when Chris went missing, he actually ran over and jumped through the window, thus cutting himself on the glass? But then Chris's scenario wouldn't make sense. It's probably Kenneth's or some random zombie's.

That'd been quite a lot of blood so I doubt it was Chris's in any scenario.

Subject: Re: I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood Thu Sep 29, 2011 12:10 pm

RaviorStygian wrote:: Well, there's this story about an Scottish man named Bert Paulson. He was born and raised in Minnesota, living a pretty sheltered life despite the abundance of horror movies he always watched. Like George Baily, he had a yearning to travel the world and see everything. When he became of age, he traveled to Long Island to go to college. At this college he learned how to own a business. At age 35, he finally started his own paper company. His motto was that his paper was the sharpest paper in the world(!). Even though the sharpness would make it rather unfavorable to use (paper cuts and all) the paper was somehow very easy to write on. Like, easier than regular paper (so why he advertised the bad aspect of his paper is a mystery. Hey, he did pass with an 82 after all). No one knew how it was done other than a couple of employees and Bert himself. He kept the "formula" for his paper very well hidden, much like how Coke keeps their Coca-Cola formula hidden. His company was struggling to survive in the current economy, so he could not afford anyone else to steal his formula. So he kept it hidden. His company was very successful. At the age of 43, Bert was finally in a position where he could travel the world but still leave someone responsible enough to handle the company's business. He traveled all over the world: Spain, Africa, Ireland, Scotland, Russia. He saw a lot of things. He took his own paper with him to draw pictures of the beautiful things he saw in each area, and actually drew them quite well. His trip was going smoothly, with his last stop being in Raccoon City. He and his parents went there for vacations a couple times during his childhood, where he made many cherished memories. He wanted to end his trip on a high note, so that's why he went there last. After spending some time in the city (and buying a bunch of camping supplies as well as a tent), he went up to the Arklay Mountains, where his family always went to camp on their last 2 days of their vacations there. He decided he was going to do the same. His first night was peaceful, as the forest there was normally very peaceful, although he did hear some strange noises outside his tent. The second night, however, was when it happened. Two very odd and obviously dangerous men ripped right into his tent while he was preparing for bed. He easily recognized them as zombies from all of the horror movies he watched as a kid, so he booked it without even asking them what they were doing. He soon ran into some more zombies as he ran through the forest, but he could easily outrun them. However, some very nasty looking dogs began to chase him too. One of the dogs bit his leg, making it harder for him to move. Despite that, he could still outrun the dogs as they were very uncoordinated. He ran and ran, and as he ran he came across a huge building-a mansion of sorts. Not even thinking about it, he immediately ran to the mansion and went inside. He called for help but no one answered. He took a left and went into the door that lead to the dining room. He was amazed at first by how big and beautiful it was, but the pain he was feeling from the bite he had was starting to worsen, and even started to bleed profusely. He ripped off a piece of his pants to tie around the wound to stop the bleeding. He got some blood on the floor, but he couldn't be bothered to clean it up or even care. He went through the next door he saw, and went through the door immediately to his right in the dark hallway, calling out for someone. He suddenly felt sick, as if he was poisoned. He felt a sense of fear when he heard moaning and the sound of faint footsteps in one of the rooms that he walked past. He soon made it to another door to his left. He went through it without a second thought. It lead to another hallway. He ignored the door that was to his left, and kept on walking. At the end of the bending hallway, there was a staircase. His feeling of sickness worsened. He stumbled into the room that was right next to the staircase. He noticed that it was a medical room with a lot of medicines. He looked through the bottles and noticed a serum that was used to treat poison and reduce pain. He took it, then crashed onto the bed in the room, as the medicine made him feel very sleepy. After about 12 hours he finally woke up. He wasn't feeling sick anymore. He got out of the bed and exited the room. However, when he opened the door, a blonde haired policeman immediately shot him. With the bullet wound, he stumbled about, and fell face flat on the floor, dead.

That was the end of Bert Paulson.

Subject: Re: I Hope This Is Not Chris's Blood Thu Sep 29, 2011 1:32 pm

Um...Yeah. I'm the original creator of this question. Stop stealing my thunder you bastardos!

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NiteKrawler wrote:: Um...Yeah. I'm the original creator of this question. Stop stealing my thunder you bastardos!

Relax beautiful, I said I was sory.

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