Evil Ghost Note

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my strategy of burying my own sheet so no one has to read it is working

@JunkMail

and it's good for me because I don't have to accept it either!

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You cannot hide your shame, Mr Allen J

@JunkMail

Who are you talking to?

My name is Surtr, and always has been.

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Thompson Lumber Mill Inc.

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The party in the VIP lounge was still in full swing, and the kids of Farmer Hill were having the time of their lives. Free from the ties of the world for just one night.

Though, a door opened from the part of the sawmill that the kids abandoned - mostly due to how freaky it was, and how it killed the party vibe. The door slowly creaked open, and a hand squeezed in the space to grab onto the other side. A veiny hand at that, the veins were jet black. The door was forced open, to reveal the sheriff's son... but he had huge bulging veins all over his body, as his muscles were pumped up a lot more. He seemed to be taller, too. His eyes were a glowing red color as he damn near fell over as the door opened.

"Hey, buddy..." A boy said, who noticed him falling over, and his veins. "You okay, dude? Don't tell me you caught an STD fro-"

The sheriff's boy looked up at him, and he caught sight of his red eyes, and before he could stumble backwards out of shock, his neck was firmly clenched. He was held above the corrupted boy's head. And in an instant, his neck was snapped. The party stopped when his lifeless body was thrown into the crowd. Everyone was staring in abstract horror, as the sheriff's son began rushing forward - swinging the lumber axe with such speed and strength that people were bifurcated.

Suddenly, the party became a massacre as people were cut to bits and pieces... the sheriff's boy barely batted an eye as one death became ten in less than a minute.

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^{@Scarescrow@Defacto}
Thompson Lumber Mill Inc.

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In the middle of his thing with Lee, a friend of Samson walked up; Julia Otter. One of the outcasts of the town that had taken a liking to Samson. They talked a bit, but the girl was a bit awkward... and that showed in how she just said "Hi" while he was tryna' help Lee. That was weird, but Samson didn't have time to really fret over it.

"Hey, Julia," Samson replied in a singsong, and Lee offered her his hand, greeting her as well in his drunken stupor. Samson awkwardly smiled at Julia, as he said, "Yeah, he had a bit too much to drink..." He awkwardly laughed, as he looked to the door.

"Actually, know what? We should get some fresh air ," Samson said as he turned towards the door, "Fresh air's great, ain't it?"

He then turned to Julia, "We can talk out..."

Samson was cut off when he heard the scream echo throughout the roof, he turned his head around to see blood, and people running from some lunatic with an axe. It was something out of a shitty horror movie, people were dying, and he wasn't stopping. Blood was everywhere as Samson's fight or flight kicked in almost instantly.

"Julia, c'mon!" Samson said as he pulled Lee hard as he could... the maniac with the axe was swinging towards him. Shit was so crazy, that he hardly even knew what was going on. "It's going to be okay!"

Though, he felt something burning...

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^{@Zombiedude101}
Thompson Lumber Mill Inc - Interior

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Kimberly nodded her head, and followed along behind Nate. She wasn't sure whether or not she should even trust him, but it was better than wandering around the mill. Alone. With drunk kids running around. Yeah, at least she could try to hide behind him. Kimberly shook her head for a moment as she followed through the dark confines of the lumber mill. Kimberly found all of his quips somewhat annoying, but she kept with him. Following behind him until they made it to the door. Rolling her eyes at the comment about roofing, and opening the door. Now, all Kimberly wanted to do was find Jordan and leave... this party was giving her a headache.

Right when he opened the door, he suddenly stopped and looked around as if he was freaked out. He screamed, and backed into Kimberly, knocking her the hell over given his greater frame. She fell on her ass again, but only this time her glasses fell off. She quickly scrambled to find them - because like hell she's going to lose her glasses again.

"The hell?!" Kimberly said.

That was when the music stopped, and the screaming started, and she froze. Hoping that she wasn't hallucinating again.

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@JunkMail who's this Allen you keep referring to in your sheet?

Are you fucking schizophrenic?

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I'm going to move along the RP to the next plot very soon (as in my next post).

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Ninety percent of the time if a character is described as "snarky," the writer probably doesn't know what that means (same goes for self described "snarkers" out there).

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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_@Oddsbod

_{Japan.In the part that's Japan.}

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Despite her best efforts, Verga couldn't topple Daichi. He was pushed backwards, the ground he stood on was moved backwards. Yet, he still stood tall. Not strong enough to even let a human fall him.

The Onis were about to jump in, and tear the woman limb from limb, but Daichi raised a hand. Signalling for his Onis to focus on the Nomads. They complied, as they knew this would be a clean, fair, battle, between Oni and this disgusting human. He grabbed his chains, and slung them over his shoulder. His massive mace was hanging off from his back, before he stared down the woman. Who had decided to try talking him down... using some vague, condescending human logic. He grimaced at the human wretch, and listened.

She had the nerve to speak to him like a fool now of all times? Tell him that his aspirations are hypocritical and petty, and treating him like he didn't know there was a greater world than Japan?!

"Foolish, arrogant, human..." He growled, with every word he spoke, he was surrounded by a thick storm-cloud slowly but surely. "You dare talk down to me like I'm some fool after angering me!?" He asked.

"As for power.... I hold enough power to topple the world!" Daichi confidently said, "I don't need anymore power!"

At this point, the black stormclouds had surrounded him to the point that his purple eyes could only be seen through the clouds. It matched the cloud of darkness that was surrounding the Arena skies.

"... But, for all your tough talk, I don't think you can even ki-sense... such a basic technique..." Daichi trailed off as he loomed over Verga. "But, can you feel it now...?" He asked.

Suddenly, the sky opened up, and several lightning bolts came from the sky, and struck down around Verga.

"... CAN YOU FEEL MY POWER!?"

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_{@lavulman@redbaron1234@Oddsbod@wxps350@Savo}

_Japan.

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Shit...

Brooke took a bit of a beating, but was no worse for wear. Stunned, but not KO'd yet!

She was on her hands and knees in the remains of the destroyed stadium. She grinned as he looked at the wall. It was more broken than she was! She helped herself to her feet, before trying to catch her bearings. Okay, there's the Daichi guy, the emperor of Japan. He was focused on some blue haired girl... while the rest of his Oni goons were converging on the rest of the fighters. Including... Jill! Brooke broke off into (a not so fast) sprint as she moved over towards her.

One Oni was flying through the air with his iron club posed to slam down on Jill's head. Brooke was quick to get in between the Oni, and Jill, and put her arm up. The club hit her, but she stepped to the side, grabbing the Oni's arm. Before slamming him into the ground over her shoulder. The Oni got up, but Brooke was quick to launch two quick snappy strikes to his midsection, before he swung his iron club in retaliation and hit her in the side. All it did was knock her back a bit.

She used a defensive sidekick to launch the Oni off Jill. But, all that did was draw more to them. They attacked Brooke, but she countered, attacked, and threw the Onis around the best she could. All while talking to Jill.

"I don't have the slightest clue what's going on!" Brooke said, "But, I don't think we should try to take on an army!"

Brooke threw a kick, and hit an Oni in the stomach, before she whipped around to face Jill...

"We should..." Then she laid eyes upon her skeleton friend. "Holy shit, a skeleton!"

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_{@lavulman@redbaron1234@KaiserElectric@Oddsbod@Savo}

_{Definitely not Germany.}

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Despite the best efforts of the Nomads, the Dragon was still functioning. Flying high up in the skies of Germany, above the fists of most Nomads.

It had some guests... but, it received a single of sorts. Before it's priority changed from flying around, fighting Nomads, to escaping. But, how would it get off a good five Nomads? Simple. It's engines went into overdrive, shooting off like overpowered jets. Suddenly, the speed of the dragon tripled in a short notice. And everyone holding on would have a hard time. To make sure that nobody would remain on it, it turned upwards, and began spinning at incredibly high speeds.

All while robots came out of the town carrying goods. From good, to hygiene products, to entertainment.

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I set up the character list, now we have a clear idea of how to navigate the character tab.

Is subject to revisions.

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^@FernStone
Thompson Lumber Mill Inc - "VIP Louge."

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When Claire first heard someone walking up, she shot them a sharp glare as a way of saying, 'I'm not in the mood, fuck off.' Thinking it was maybe that creep, or one of his friends, or worse, both. Claire didn't want anyone else bugging her.

But, getting a look of the girl (Maybe? Claire didn't know) made her realize that possibly this could be pleasant. She lowered her guard a bit, but still kept her attention on the girl. She had blue hair, and blue eyes that matched. Had a young looking face, and was short, to the point where Claire wondered if she was even supposed to be here. There was some really heavy shit going on here, and she didn't think a fifteen year old could handle it.

Though, she could handle a cigarette, she asked for a lighter. Claire leaned over wordlessly as she blew out a puff of smoke, and lit the girl's cigarette. "There you go, sweetheart." Claire said as she blew out a puff of smoke, and returned back to her neutral position.

The girl decided to strike up a conversation with her, telling her what a great job she did by knocking that dude's teeth out. Though, she could tell that the girl didn't care about any of that, no. She just wanted to talk to Claire. How sweet. She grinned slightly, probably not enough to be noticed.

"Well, Rien, it's great to meet ya'," Claire said, refraining from giving her name for now, so she can continue with her speech. "And let me tell ya something, you need to stand up to freaks like that..." She took in the moment to take a long puff of her cigarette, before blowing it out, bitterly saying.

"... Show a bit of weakness, and they'll be all over you." She showed a bit too much emotion (well, the wrong type of emotion) so she decided to change the subject. Well, like she said, the . "But, enough of that sweetheart...." She laughed as if she wasn't bothered by any of that.

She posed in a way, she put a hand on her hip, and jutted her hip out a bit towards Rien. Holding a cigarette up to her her face. Putting on a bit of a dollface.

"... Please don't tell me you followed me out here just to talk about that." Claire said in a sultry tone.

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^{@Savo@OppositionJ}
Thompson Lumber Mill Inc.

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Derrick seemed a little peeved, but they had bigger things to worry about at the moment. And at the moment, they had a furious Hagan to deal with. He seemed to be more focused on the others, probably because the girl with a fucked up leg, and another guy with a cane probably weren't high on his priority list. Jordan knew that would change at the drop of a hat if they are careless.

"Hey!" Hagan shouted at the girl, as she slammed the window shut, and disappeared into the lumber mill. Oooooh, boy. She was going to get it if he found her in there. He wouldn't hit her, but there was a big puddle of mud little miss hipster was begging to be thrown into. He ignored her for now. There was someone else he wanted to do. He turned to Chris Pope, and started shouting at him, and managed to scare off the other brat that was with him. Jordan didn't care.

"... Wait, is that window locked?" Jordan asked herself under her breath, so that Fagen doesn't hear what she said. Derrick probably heard, but she just got an idea! Derrick also had an idea of his own... one that Jordan didn't quite approve of.

"Wait, what?" Jordan said in response to Derrick. One; she wasn't touching alcohol (even if it was for Derrick), and two; Hagan would kill him. "Derrick, don't, Hagan will..." She trailed off as he probably understood. Jordan sighed, as she grabbed the keys, and his walking stick.

"I'm not getting you alcohol," Jordan snapped before she opened the flimsy window on the other side, and did her best to climb though. She peered at Derrick standing off against Hagan.

When Derrick spoke to Hagan, oh boy, he ignored Chris, who had scurried off somewhere else. He looked over his shoulder at Derrick with a shit eating grin. "Oh... you must be joking," Hagan said, laughing. "Because I think you're being fuckin' hilarious."

Hagan listened to the chump prattle off word after word, not even listening to a thing he says. Only laughing, because this chump can do a lot of talking, but can't do a lot of much else. Hell, he shoulda kept the cane. Maybe he would have survived more than one-point-two seconds in a fight with it.

Though, one word made Hagan go blind with rage. His eyes shot open, his breath became heavy, and he grit his teeth, as he looked at Derrick.

"...f'you were one of em' faggot..."

"The fuck did you just say to me, you little bitch!?" Hagan loudly shouted as he dropped all pretense of being cordial with him. Instead, lunging toward him. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt roughly as possible. Jolting him forward, before staring him dead in the eye, teeth bared.

"I'm NO faggot, and you better put that in your head, or I'm going to damn near knock it off, pencil dick!"

He ignored everything else that Derrick said, and focused on that word.

"Got it? Got it!? Got it!?" He said as he violently shook Derrick.

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@Darquesse Sorry to see you go, honestly I thought your characters were a great addition to the RP, and it's gonna suck not having them.