HHShetland

The Grey Crossings!

I'm keeping track of too many RPs, but this seems like too good an opportunity; I can't find light-hearted fantasy RPs anywhere.

Can I just ask about characters, though; can they be of a non-humanoid race? (By which I mean, non-bipedal)

Apocalypse RPs please?

There's a link to one in my sig (Set the world on Fire; Fallout-esque Nuclear Wasteland kinda deal), but I'm not sure if it's going to open or not. Any time soon, that is. No offence if you see this post, Mysaren.

No Hope

In my indecisive politician-like deliberation, I've just been thinking. Ideally, how much detail do you expect in our posts, Mr. Tomebinder?

Massive Multiversal Crossover

@PKMNB0Y

Apologies, I appear to have gotten myself stuck. Or maybe I was just preoccupied with other RPs. In any case, feel free to have Gintoki move away if you want, I had no idea what Masaru would've done with him.

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

The man behind the bar was rather haggard... like most people there, really, and rather unremarkable. And quiet. He certainly acknowledged Olivia's request, if his epic journey to the water drums near him was any indication, but he didn't say anything.

But that didn't matter, though, because the fellow with the funny hair next to her spoke up instead. And said something weird.

"...'Skanky with slim'? ...Huh..." She sort-of muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow. It almost distracted her from the fact that the man also seemed to know who she was. Well, more people than they should knew who she was, if only because some considered her memorable, for all the wrong reasons. Especially in this more primitive state of life they were now... well, living in.

"Yeah, my name's Olivia, though I don't know if I should have admitted that or not. How'd you know who I was? I mean, I can make an educated guess, but just to be sure."

As she asked him with a look of simultaneous confusion and caution, the silent barman had come back over with her glass of water. The glass was dirty, like most of the glasses, but... oh yes, he had mentioned something about the water. This comment made Olivia stop and hesitate with the glass. It'd take a lot of poison and bacteria in the water to make her puke after two years' worth of crushed skulls and people getting devoured by their own cousins, but best not to take any chances.

"...I guess you're right about the water. But really, we've gone backwards as a species. Hopefully we've regained our historical immunities to contaminated water." She joked, hoping that the man wouldn't react in a stupid way. It could still happen.

No Hope

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That is a shame, and i'm sorry that I couldn't help.

Unfortunately, if half the group posted frequently, and the other half whenever they felt like it, things would implode pretty quickly. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.

I'll place your character in a zombie-free stasis, in case you change your mind.

Keep it real bud, you'll always be welcome.

@TomeBinder

Yes, I know what you mean. Your actions are greatly appreciated.

No Hope

Thanks for the offer, but I'm going to have to pass. Just keep them off the radar, please.

Besides, now my mind has changed its mind again. I think just the idea of having a time limit on posting, no matter how long, doesn't fly well with my subconscious. It's frustrating because I really like the concept of this RP, I just don't think I'd adapt or play well at all. >:(

No Hope

Well, now everyone except Whiteprophet's characters are either dead or in Group 1. Looks like it'll be back to lurking for me! :V

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

'Those are good guys.' Olivia thought to herself. 'Without them, this entire fucking camp would probably be worse than outside.'

Her thoughts, as she sat in her darkened, damp corner of the Bar-N, were of course referring to the UN troopers that had appeared a while ago, taking care of the juvenile fight that had ensued with professional grace. She was amazed, really, how hysterical people still were.

She sighed and raised her glass of... lemonade to her mouth, only to discover a moment too late that she had drank it all. She ought to stop doing that. Pretty much anything in the camp that wasn't water or beer was in short supply, and there was only so much beer because there were people home-brewing the stuff. Not good for her; one of the reasons why she insisted on sitting in a dark corner was due to all the drunkards who mistook her for some kind of post-apocalyptic prostitute.

'Post-apocalyptic'... times really had changed. It wasn't too long ago that Olivia was actually under direct, imminent threat from hordes of shamblers just lurking outside, as she waited, golf club in hand to smash their hollow heads in. Nowadays they only popped up in small groups outside, and were usually quickly shot down. She wasn't sure whether to be thankful for the return of a fairly peaceful lifestyle, or disappointed that the 'zombie movie' chapter of the ordeal was over. That was always her favourite part.

The mentally reformed woman, worried that she was over-thinking things, got up from her seat and nonchalantly went over to the bar. Like others, she was supposed to be on watch sometimes, but for some reason she hadn't received the post in a while...

"Hey." She said to the barman, leaning against the... well, the bar. "I'm guessing I've drank all the Lemonade in the entire camp, so... if I could just have water, that'd be great."

As she made her query, she turned to the side briefly to notice the man next to her. Well... 'man' wasn't really the right word, perhaps 'teenage man-wannabe' would suit more. He looked a bit like one, with his sorta-muscular-but-not-quite build, unfinished tattoo, piercing scars (if you're gonna have a piercing or tattoos, that's a commitment, damnit) and... quite frankly, amusing hair. If it was any more amusing she'd have giggled to herself.

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

Know what, I'm gonna have Olivia go and meet Conrad. I'm sure it'll go splendidly. :V