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If a horse runs too fast, it bleeds from the lungs
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Alright. Let's take this from the top.
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The Nation RP scene is dead right now... When does it pick up!?
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Don't cut yourself on that edge, Andreyich.
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The shovel may have broke new ground, but it was the hot air balloon that took humanity to new heights
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@Brithwyr Quill is gonna love you. Just saying


ANOTHER admirer!? At this rate, this is gonna go from a Detective-Horror to a Harem RP
I hope Quill doesn't take that the wrong way. Caora was just curious...
Caora Uan Artzain


Whilst Caora was busy trying to wrench Daimyon and Cyrus' arms out of their sockets, he didn't realise he had a secret admirer until it was too late. He barely had time to turn around before he was pressed into a soft pillowy pit of doom.

Everything went dark. It was soft and warm, but hard to breathe. But no matter how hard the poor boy tried to disentangle himself, he was held firmly in place by a very loud and stupidly strong set of arms. His desperate pleas for help and mercy were stolen away, leaving him helpless.

As he struggled, he heard a voice. It was soft and welcoming, with a distinctly English accent.
"Hello, Caora."

H-huh? Who was there, he wondered, and what did the want with his face?

"Come play with us, Caora~" whispered another voice, similar to the first but ever so slightly different.

So there were two things holding him here? Were the sharing him? And what game did they want to play? Not this one, he hoped. It was way too sore.

The voices spoke in unison. "Play with us, Caora. Play with us forever and ever and ever~"

He didn't want to play. He certainly didnt want to play forever. Who wanted to play the same game forever and ever? Booo-ring!

Just as it looked like all hope was lost, the monster that had snagged him decided to let go. The little trap staggered backwards, taking big breaths to recover from the big breasts.
When his breathing was steady, he got a good look at his assailant. It wasn't a monster at all! It was...

"Boobie Lady!?" he gasped girlishly. Why was she trying to hurt him? Had he made her upset? He didn't mean to! He hadn't even said anything to her! And yet she had big red cheeks and her teeth were showing, a bit like how Uncle looked when he was angry.

"Wh-why would you d-do that to me..?" he whimpered sadly, with big wet eyes and a trembling little pout. He looked so hurt, but also incredibly adorable. It was the sort of look that could have made Ted Bundy feel bad.

Not far away from the Cleavage Killer was a, I kid you not, an actual MUMMY standing there! The mummy spoke strangely - it pressed a tape recorder thing that said its words for it, instead of using its words. It seemed far more interested in the Mammaried Mutilator than he, so he chose to gave it a wide berth. You could never be too careful with Mummies. Anubis wouldn't be too happy if someone messes with his creation.

Looking over the Pillowy Punisher's shoulder, he caught sight of a girl leaning against the wall. She was... Feather Pen, if memory served him right. The one that the bear said was made of plastic? Yeah, definitely good Ol' Feather Pen! She looked lonely, being by herself. Maybe he could say hi?

Or, more importantly, he could go see if she was ACTUALLY made of plastic. That sounded cool!

He skipped past the Tittied Terror and pranced up to Quill. For a second he stopped and just looked really hard at her. She didn't LOOK like she was made of plastic. But he couldn't be sure. Only one way to find out!

*Boop*

"The Teddy lied. You aren't made of plastic at all" he thought out loud, almost disappointed at the discovery.
Capra's finger was gently pressed against the tip of Quill's nose. It stayed there a while whilst he tried to determine if it was skin or material. It seemed to be the former.

He cocked his head and looked up at her, puzzled. If she wasn't made of plastic, why did the Teddy say she was? Did he not know? That seemed silly to just think she was plastic, didn't it?

"Maybe he thought no one could be that pretty and be real?" he questioned innocently.

@Spriggs27@Ariamis@FantasyChic
@Ariamis

Monkuma file #1

Victim: Caora Uan Artzain

Cause of death: Suffocation.
Almooooost done with my Fantasy Medieval Roleplay interest Check, I'll have it up in like 15-30, then I'll work on my post.

It's called "The Folly of a Felicitous Prince" if you want to check it out once I post!


Oooooh! I can revive my "peasant commander" character!
@AimeChambers

He's a happy unpredictable though! As long as you don't annoy him, you'll be fine ^~^
"Oh, oh, oh!" the girly-boy cried, waving his hand desperately to gey the bear's attention. "Who is Hope and why isn't she allowed to take part?"
Well, folks. The Trap Hunger Games has officially begun. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favour.

First one to get his undies gets a prize.

Uguu...

Caora yawned and stretched sleepily. Another beautiful morning for another beautiful day. What would he do today, he wondered? Chase the butterflies in the garden? Play with Fang? Oh, oh, or maybe it was the Church day and he could listem to the priest!

Wait... Something wasnt right.

He wasn't in his bed like he should have been. He wasnt in his blue polkka dotty pyjamas like he should have been. There wasnt even a nurse or doctor nearby, like there should have been.
Yeas, there was nothing there that there should have been. Instead of being where he was supposed to be, he was in a little room. There was no doctors or nurses, there was nobody at all. Someone had even taken his blue pyjamas and replaced them with his pink ones.

There was only one conclusion he could possibly come to. The evidence all pointed to the same place! It was all so simple!

He was on an adventure!

Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh! This was so exciting! He had always dreamed abput going on an adventure but he had never been on one - well, not a proper adventure - and it was something that had just happened out of the blue! His little heart started beating at a million miles an hour. He was going exploring! Discovering someplace hidden away, all secret! Who woulr he meet? What would he discover? How exciting!

Its a shame Fang wasn't here to see this. He would have loved to go exploring and it would have been nice to have the company. Oh well, he'd tell him all about it when he got back! For now, it was time for EXPLORING!

First thing he explored was the door. It was much to heavy to prise open by himself and there wasn't a button to open it. There was a clue on the door, though.

"Abandon Hope all ye who enter here?" he questioned aloud. Who was Hope and why wasn't she allowed in the door?

The other thing was the big white screen. It looked like a TV, but it wasn't showing a picture. Just plain old whiteness. Maybe there was a film on soon and he had to watch it before the door opened! Or maybe he had missed the film and would have to wait for the next one... He hoped it wasn't going to take too long.

Oh! Maybe that's why the door wasn't open! Maybe it thought he was Hope! And if Hope wasn't allowed in, then it wouldn't open! All he had to do was convince the door he wasn't Hope and it would open, right?

"Excuse me, Mister Door sir!" He chirruped in his politest voice. "I know that Miss Hope isn't allowed in, but I'm not Miss Hope. I'm Caora! So if you could please let me in so I could keep adventuring, that would be very sweet of you."

The door responded in a way. For no sooner than he had finished his sentence, the white screen changed. Instead of boring old whiteness, there was a teddy bear! Caora waved to it happily.

The teddy called itself "Doctor Killgood". Caora didn't really understand what it was trying to tell him, but he did try. Something about introducing people?
GASP! Did that mean there were other adventurers!? There were people to talk to and friends to make!? And the Teddy was gonna introduce them all? What a nice Teddy Bear the doctor was.

The picture changed from the Teddy to a strong-looking lady.
"This muscle-bound Amazon is Shona Moffat..." was as far as the Bea got, before little Caora interrupted.
"Hiya, Shona!" he yelled at. She looked nice! And did Doctor Killgood say she was from the Amazon? It really was an adventure!

He did it with every image that popped up. Monokuma would say something mildly important, and he'd try and say hello to the TV as if they could hear him.

"Hiya Mr Gallo!"
"Hiya, Mr Banister!"
"Hiya, Death Robot!"
"Hiya, Ice Baby!"
"Hiya, Pretty girl!"
"Hiya, Cat person!"
"Hiya, Pretty Girl number two!"
"Hiya, Feather Pen!"
"Hiya, Friendship!"
"Hiya, Mr Clinton!"
"Hiya, Poem guy!"
"Hiya, Mr Spider!"
"Hiya, Boobie Lady!"
"Hiya, guy who looks like me!"
"Hiya, Mummy!"
"And hello, Hammer Guy!"


Being introduced to everyone, Caora gave the TV screen a big smile and wave. What a lovely bunch of people. They looked so nice and friendly and smart! He'd be happy to go adventuring with them!

But... Where was Hope? Caora couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl. Banned from exploring whilst all these guys got to go out and adventure. Its a shame. Maybe he would bump into her and they could invite her along? That would be nice.

The bear was going? Oh well, it was nice of him to introduce them. See ya, bear!
Since he'd watched the film, the doors had opened up. He skipped out merrily, whistling a happy tune.

It didn't look like much of a place to be adventuring in. It was dingy and cold and there weren't any windows. But that was the point! It would encourage them to get out and check out the surrounding landscape! Who would want to spend time in a dirty old basement place for any longer than they had to? Or maybe this was the place that needed to be explored and he had to group up as soon as he could.

The first people he would have seen would have been the politician and the poet. An interesting duo, no doubt, but hardly the most exciting. He needed to be were the action was, not debating social policy and the works of Chaucer with two grey old men!

Still... He hardly had a choice...

"Mr Politician! Mr Poet! Hiya!" He squeaked happily, skipping over to them. Without a second thought, he had grabbed both their hands and was shaking them vigorously. "Its very nice to meet you both!"

@Melo@Mateotis
Cyrus's introduction was obviously rigged!


The Russians hacked it.
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