[IC] Dark Souls: The Shitty ISRP

[Stekkmen]

If you don't know Dark Souls, let me sum it up for you.

It's a video game about adventure. I have no idea about the plot, actually. Something about ringing bells.... anyway.

You are a prisoner in something called the Undead Asylum, it's where undead people are left to rot while the rest of the world kicks underneath the bedsheets and pretends it doesn't exist. The protagonist of Dark Souls will go and escape the Asylum via giant crow monster and go on an adventure to save the world!

You however, are just another undead gone mad. Left to die. You will explore what I think the Undead Ayslum is like. Hopefully, it'll be fun for you.
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This is how it will work. You, if you want to play, will say PLAY! in your post. Then, you will be dropped in your own little world where you will say what your actions are, and I will give you the proper consequence. You will play along other people, (if other people join) so if you want to look at there posts and laugh at them dying horribly or something, I guess you can.

If you can't guess, this is my first roleplay.

[Stekkmen]

A hollow shambles through the halls. He had long forgotten his name, long forgotten his last life. He is just a body now. His shackles still dragged by his feet. His skin looks is like rugged leather, spotted and brown. It looks too tight for his skeleton, as if it were stretched far too thin. His eyes were glazed over orbs and looked as if they were threatening to fall out at any minute.

He went around in circles in his cell block all day long. All week, all month, all year. Every single time the other hollows cried out to him from their cells. Their ragged, bony hands stretched forth from the bars. Every time he came around, without fail. The hollow paced, his head dropped and eyes scanning the cold cobble stone.

A man in armor came around. His skin was spotted and brown too, but yet his eyes were aflame with life and character. He saw the hollow pass him by. With one swift movement his sword separated head from body went limp to the floor. The man thought it as a mercy killing. He didn't bother thrusting his sword through cell bar after cell bar to kill the "person" on the other side. His sword had to be spared. It was reaching it's end and his only replacement was some hollow's sword he stole.

No, he had much better things to do. He wasn't quite sure what. Something would happen. If he just kept walking surely something would happen.
And so he did.