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The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

@FallenTrinity
It's where you make 2 or more seperate posts, when you could easily just edit it into your last post.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

@FallenTrinity
don't double post bro, edit that shit into your last post

The Demon Lord is a High Schooler?

Are you guys having a super long collab plz tell me this isn't dead.
@Sypherkhode822@HeySeuss

Midnight Blue: A Midnighters Roleplay

Ved
He watched as Tyler fell down the stairs, with Aslynne on top of him, and forced himself to keep a straight face, despite how damn funny this guy looked when he was scared shitless. Being the metallurge, he made it his job to stay as grounded as possible during the blue hour, and knew that whenever the darklings finally attacked, he would defend everyone he could. Watching them stand up, he stepped forward and asked them, a bit more concerned about one of them than the other.
"Ash, you ok?"
He asked gently, hoping that she wasn't registering his pain from the intensity of his powers.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Ved

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He stood slowly, wiping the vomit that was on his lower lip with the back of his hand, then wiping his hand on his pant's leg. He needed to get the fuck out of here, but if their were undead still animated in the house, that would mean it hadn't been raided, and he need all the supplies he could find. Perhaps some food, or water, maybe even a few weapons and ammunition he could use for trade. Reaching down, he ripped the bat out of the walker's skull, then smacked it at an angle against the door frame, knocking the chunks of brain matter from it's place, lodged between the nails.

Making his way slowly from the room, he looked back down the hallway he had come from, and walked down it at a more regular pace, not certain if the house was clear yet, he kept his bat at the ready, held at an angle in front of him. He approached the closet that was midway down the short hall, and opened it quickly, then stepped back preparing to swing, seeing that it was empty, he pulled the light-switch an looked in. It appeared to be nothing but bathroom supplies, so he grabbed a bottle of Rubbing alchohol that was on the upper shelf, put it in his bag, and moved on.

Continuing down the hall, he reached the corner in front of the steps, and saw two open doors, one appeared to be empty, a few half-empty boxes laying about, but otherwise not much to see, and moved past it, into the master bedroom. It looked so peaceful, in stark contrast to the gruesome scene in the nursery just a few feet away. Stepping in, he shut the door behind him, and put down his bat, knowing that he was safe, as the room only had one open closet, and a window facing the front yard.

Looking around the room, he noticed an open book, a journal perhaps, sitting open with a pen holding the page on the nightstand to the right of the bed. Walking over to it, he sat down on the impossibly comfortable bed and picked it up, setting the pen on the nighstand. Looking at the most recent entry, dated 13 days ago, he began to read.

"My Wife has gotten worse, her screams fill the halls of our house and it won't be long before the police come knocking on our doors, that is, if there are any police left. There has to be, right? Surely the government was prepared for something as terrible as this, the military received billions of dollars a year, someone HAS to be out there, fighting whatever this is. They must be working on a cure for now, and are just trying to avoid needless casualties. Wait, I can hear the baby, I will be right back.

A break between line's indicated the man's return

Finally, it took about three hours but I managed to get him to fall asleep, poor kid is starving and I'm too afraid of whatever my wife has become to go back downstairs. I have her locked in the broom closet, but we can still here her. She gets louder and angrier everytime I go downstairs, In all honesty, and pardon my french, but I'm fucking terrified. I miss her, I forgot how lonely it was to sleep alon-

The entry ended suddenly, and presumably from him getting up to check on his wife, perhaps she had fallen silent and he feared for her life? Perhaps he was convinced he heard her voice, who will ever know? But clearly, due to the mess in the other room, he had done something that freed her from the closet.

Standing up, he moved out of the room, grabbing his bat as he went and walked down the stairs. He needed some fresh air, and a cigarette, so he went outside, and lit one up, the soft sobbing of someone unseen ringing in his ears.

"Hello?"

He called out, looking around to see where the sound was coming from.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Fucked up post of the year award goes to!!!

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Ved

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His head turned up as he heard a slight shuffling above him, looking towards the direction of the sound, he moved slowly, holding the bat at the ready, he prepared to be forced into another life or death situation. Walking silently, he moved to the bottom of the stairs and began to climb them, being sure to avoid the older looking steps to avoid any creaking sounds. As he moved up the stiars, he kept an ear out for the shuffling sounds he heard earlier.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard a few loud cracks and the sound of flesh ripping coming from behind a closed door down the hall. Inching forward, he watched the door closely and noticed that it was cracked open slightly, and the back of a male looking figure could be seen hunching over and consuming something aggressively, something small.

As he made his way to the door, the floorboards beneath his feet let out a quiet groan, looking down quickly, he moved his foot to the side, another creak sounding out. Looking up, he saw the figure freeze, sniff, then return to it's 'meal' as if nothing happened. Letting out a small sigh of relief, he closed the distance to the door, and peered in, getting a closer look of the man.

Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself, and as he exhaled, his good leg kicked open the door, and he took a long swing, his eye's closing mid-swing, a sickly squishing sound filling the air as his nails and bat pierced, then shattered, the skull of the walker. Opening his eyes, he nearly chocked in horror of what he saw. He was standing in a nursery.

He slowly, painfully slowly, looked down at the mangled body the walker had been holding, and feasting on, then dropped to his knees, tears falling freely down his faced as he heaved heavily, stomach acid spewing from his mouth like water from a hose. Choking out a sob in between heavings, he continued to vomit until his stomach was dry, then fell to the floor, clutching at his gut and sobbing.

In the hands of the now lifeless body, was the body of an infant, less than six months old, it's torso torn open from the teeth of it's father, and missing it's left arm, as well as chunks of the skull. Ribs jutted from the center of the body, and flies flew around the carcass of the infant. Blood poured from the body, a small pool forming atop of the older carcass.

The Dark Star: Dawn of the Third Keeper [Reboot]

Ved will start off at the meeting place.

Midnight Blue: A Midnighters Roleplay

Ved
He cringed inwardly at the mention of his powers. He spent every second of everyday forcing himself to ignore the metals and minerals under his feet, and in doing so he could often be triggered into acknowledging them all in a surge of knowledge slamming into him with the force of a train. Sitting down, his wraps pulled tightly against his flesh, and due to the darkness of the corner he was in, and how similar his skin tone was to the cloth, he could easily be confused as naked. He moved his hand to his temple, rubbing small circles to ease the headache that the seer, likely aware of what he was doing, had given him in mentioning his abilities. It reminded him of why he wasn't a fan of the guy.
Looking up, he kept a close eye on the clock, seeing that the time was nearly approaching, then stood up and grabbed a short blade made of Malachite from the counter.
"Motherfucking Monomorphisms."
He said with a soft chuckle, he loved using the letter 'M' for weapon titles, as 'M' was the 13th letter of the alphabet, and allowed him to use the term 'motherfucking' in a non accusatory sense.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Should we wait to post until the other introductions?