Why not?

[Mill Wilkinson]

((I'm just copying Rob, but I'm sad I didn't notice that "roleplay" of San Arctica sooner.))

The deer was grazing in the opening unaware of Mill Wilkinson, who used all his skill to crawl closer. He had his rifle ready, and if he just would get behind that rock, he could shoot the deer and get food for couple of weeks. Matt and Sean expected some meat to be brought, and Mill had been hunting for three days now.

((Come along. The story follows principles of Shartak (Shargles!) but more realistically.))

[Marvin]

Kolzak Kuznetsova was on his way to derby to continue the First Aid Kit trade to keep wreck supplied whilst the salvage attempt was being made when he set up camp by a lake somewhere around Wiksik. It was quite warm and humid; mosquitoes were attacking left right and center he set up the mozzie net over his hammock.

[Keiichi]

Keiichi was in York, living up the life of a local celebrity killer. Blood was running down his face, and stained the teeth that had been sharpened into fangs long ago. He dragged the torso of the unfortunate recent victim, the rage and familiar euphoria flowing through his mind and making him feel like a god. Nothing could defeat this bloodlust!

[Captain Jacobi]

Jacobi felt his spiritual body being ripped apart and being put back together. Those damn exorcists had shown up again! Slithering through the jungle, he found himself once again inside the Shipwreck, and once again he wailed at the unsuspecting denizens of the ships interior. But being a spirit was getting old to him, and seeing as how he still had enough energy to go back into the corporeal realm, he went to talk to Jakota and become alive again.

[Mill Wilkinson]

One shot later Mill Wilkinson was gutting the deer with his Tommi-knife. Finally some food!
After he had cutted the deer into several pieces, he hid the meat under a blanket covered with small plants and branches. He started to walk back to home with a big chunk of meat. Probably Matt had brought some newspapers from Durham, he thought happily.

((Go on. All that has been written now is great, but you are the writers. Visit Mill Wilkinson's home, if you like. Just leave me something...  ))

[Mill Wilkinson]

"So, you got some meat finally?" Matt asked and pointed at the bringings of Mill. Sean was chopping wood behind the hut, and the opening around them looked somewhat wider than yesterday. Parrots sang around them as they started to go back to the place where Mill had the rest of the meat. GPS made life a lot easier.

[Keiichi]

Keiichi burst into the hut Mill was in, a crazed look in his eyes. "I knew you were in here, you parrot hating bastard!" That being said, Keiichi began attacking the man with his machete, not stoping until the body was nothing but a bloody husk. "Meat is murder!" He then ran away, laughing all the while.

[Mill Wilkinson]

"What the! Oh man! Keiichi, you ! Why can't you leave Mill alone!" Sean yelled and shot after the escaping murderer. First shot just scratched Keiichi's ear, but the second one struck it's target and Keiichi fell down, dead as a stone.
"Now look what you did, Sean. Now they start fighting against each other like two weeks back, and the village shaman has to revive them until someone stops them!" Matt said frustratedly. Then he picked the GPS Mill dropped. "Well, at least we got his GPS. Let's go get the meat before tigers do."

Mill sat up and saw the spirit world, once again. He called for his home-shaman, who quickly drew the man back to the mortal-realm. "Keiichi again, huh?" Shaman asked and pointed out towards Keiichi, whom he had revived a seconds earlier.

[Keiichi]

Keiichi had been struck by the bullet that had been fired from the rifle. But, had he actually died? No! Rising from the ground like a reanimated corpse, he lunged back into the hut and bit down onto the neck of Sean, his teeth tearing flesh and a spray of blood was the reward of the attack. Letting his would-be attacker fall to the dirt floor of the hut, Keiichi spit out a stream of blood from his mouth. "I am the harvester of flesh, the lord of the jungle!" With that, Keiichi cut off limbs and such until only Sean's torso remained, and then dragged it back into the jungle.

(hah hah!)

[Mill Wilkinson]

Sorry man, you died, allright. You were revived at the shaman, so point your anger at Mill instead.

[Keiichi]

My post stays. Sean is dead, however, his torso remains.

[Mill Wilkinson]

(Ok. So my post was wrong. You got the ultimate survive-all caharcter who avenges everything done to him...  No, I think you are right. Bye bye Sean.)

After two days Mill arrived to their home, where Matt had just cleaned up the remains of Sean. "What happened here?" Mill asked. Matt pointed out to the bite-marks of a hand. "Keiichi rose up and attacked Sean. We won't be seeing him anytime soon."
"Oh yes, his home is Derby, right?"
Matt nodded and started to mop again. "Damn Keiichi..." Mill muttered.

[Keiichi]

(not survive all, but Keiichi's body is fueled by pure madness and fury, he has more endurance than the average man)

Keiichi walked back into the hut Mill was in, and looked around. "Hey, do you know who I am, do you do you DO YOU?" Keiichi laughed, and poked Mill in the chest. "The greenwolves suck!"

[Mill Wilkinson]

"At least I know you have some dire problem, mate", Mill said calmly and looked at the man. "And your opinion about my clan doesn't bother me." He kept his knife ready at hand, but didn't hold it in an aggressive manner.
"The only thing I got against you is that you murdered Sean."

[Keiichi]

"I murdered who? Oh, that guy with the silly looking face? Yeah, I killed him, because the turnips told me to."