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#StillNotBitten [Invite Only]

They´re not farmers, but rather victims to their horrid exploitation. I say we recruit them to our team and breed with them vigorously to grow our numbers

#StillNotBitten [Invite Only]

If I really wanted to shitpost I'd just add in zombie pumpkin farmers to give @HokumPocus Vietnam flashbacks.

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Clowns, Combat, Clowns, Chaos, Clowns, Classes and Clowns. A survivial of an insane world with Insane Clowns. Clowns!

interested.... sounds sexy....

Dark new world (a post-apocalyptic Pokémon story)

"Over there?"

Maya gave Genesect Corp´s labyrinth of corridors a disapproving look. She knew there was no point in worrying over what any of the odd devices surrounding her were, nor why they really needed the help of someone like her, yet hesitation continued to crawl in her mind as she familiarized herself with the building.

Ms. Amy´s face tightened. "No, I was saying they were over there. They´ve left the building now." Maya hadn´t known her for very long, but she already knew she didn´t like her. She reminded Maya of those teachers who were bitter about their lives, back when schools were a thing. Ms. Amy adjusted her glasses and continued. "This mission would benefit from another set of hands, and the specimen we´ve assigned to you is still in dire need of training."

Both of their gazes fell to the archen they had given her. It fidgeted around restlessly, even more so now that both of them had been staring at it. Despite Maya´s efforts it was still untrained and very curious. At least he wasn´t nibbling on her shoes anymore. She sighed and said nothing, heading out the path she had come from.

The grim sight of the wasteland she now called home remained the same as it ever was, save for a pair of silhouettes.

"Yo!" she shouted. Fortunately for her, they hadn't been out for long.

#StillNotBitten [Invite Only]

"I drive golf carts and whoop ass in GTA, I got this."

-Damien, moments before crashing into a tree.

_{[ ❇ ] S Y N O P S I S}

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_Name

Damien Lee

_Gender

Male

_Age

Seventeen

_Birthplace

Rushford, Ohio

_{Former Life}

Country club caddie

_{[ ❇ ] C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N}

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_{Appearance Description}

Damien´s appearance is that of a typical asian teenager, or at least it would be, had he not developed a taste for the finer things in life. Gaudy and colorful athletic clothing make up the majority of his wardrobe, and he´s sure to fly into a rage should anyone imply they´re anything less than legitimate (Some of them are!). If he´s not wearing an overpriced hoodie and some athletic pants, then he´s wearing an overpriced hoodie and some basketball shorts. Or an overpriced hoodie with sweats. He likes to switch it up.

Underneath his eye-catching hoodies and jackets he typically wears plain, affordable shirts, which he hides from the outside world at all costs. Better dead than broke. Unfortunately for him, the apocalypse descended on the world while he was in his work uniform, consisting of a pink polo shirt and khaki pants.

_Personality

-Immature
-Extroverted
-Insecure
-Entitled
-Friendly
-Easily frightened

_Biography

Damien is a former stuck up brat who made the bumpy transition to being a bitter teenager after his parents got divorced, making him go from a rich kid with a comfortable life to just another nobody. His dad, concerned with him being undisciplined and wimpy, forced him to earn his keep working as a caddie at a pretentious country club. Now on the other side of the economic scale, not a single day goes by where he doesn´t completely hate everyone whose equipment he lugs around. Oh well, at least he can still nab from their wallets every now and then.

His years before the outbreak had been sad. No longer was he able to spend his parent´s money on designer clothing and his high maintenance trophy girlfriend, and no longer was he able to get along with the large group of social climbers he called friends. The sports car of his dreams went from being something he expected as a birthday present to just another photo on his phone.

The stuffy neighborhood he called home was one of the first places in the county to really feel the effects of the virus, as the gates that were meant to protect them did the very opposite instead. Knowing his dad, Damien seriously doubted he was one of the first to die, as the man was the sort of person who was willing to do anything possible to be at the top of the food chain.

_{[ ❇ ] M I S C E L L A N E O U S}

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_Gear

-A golf club covered in blood (An iron 9 club, as its 9 classification makes it the easiest to control and its iron classification makes it pack a punch when swinging)
-Premium golf gloves
-A set of everyday clothing he had intended to change into at the end of his shift
-Cans of food raided from the country club´s kitchen
-A backpack once used to store his work uniform
-An expensive smartphone
-A wallet full of cash, most of it looted from bodies

_Skills

-Basic cooking that he learned against his will from the days they were understaffed at the club.
-Surprisingly good at driving, though he never goes below breakneck speeds.
-Above average stamina and strength from being an on and off gym rat for the ladiez.
-Pretty good at fighting dirty, after spending so many years butting heads with his peers in high school.

_Other

His father is alive and most likely holed up in their neighborhood. What he´s done to survive or what he´s willing to do is unknown.

Dark new world (a post-apocalyptic Pokémon story)

Character

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Maya

Begrudgingly began working for Genesect Corp. due to financial issues. The organization had a recently acquired archen that was in desperate need of discipline, and thought it convenient for Maya to be its trainer, much to her dismay. She´s slowly started warming up to it, much to her own surprise.

She harbors a wariness for pokemon, as most people have after the apocalypse. While many of her colleagues hunt for fossils out of a passion for them, Maya mostly just wants to rid the world of the mutated pokemon that infest it. She´s gotten used to surviving in the world, and is confident enough in her skills to work for the organization with no worries.

Eɴᴛᴇʀ — Into an Isekai World

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Unknown Forest

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The brief flickers of hope Kaito held were overpowered by the rays of sunlight from the holes in the ceiling. The rest of his party had noticed it around the same time as him.

“We haven´t traveled for very long.” He gulped, both because he was determined and a bit fearful. “So we should keep searching for more signs of life.”

His mind screamed at him to stay here and never leave, but he knew that he had no choice but to keep trudging along the wilderness, whether he liked it or not. He tried to convince himself that the shrine was dirty and most likely infested with insects as a way to encourage his continued exploration, but the thoughts in his head felt disingenuous somehow. It felt as if a switch had been flipped inside him, one that made him see little fears like that worthless to even consider in his current situation.

He exited the shrine quickly, feeling that he´d stay there anyways if he wasn´t fast enough. The crisp air of his surroundings once again filled his lungs, seemingly welcoming him back to the outside world.

“If there´s a shrine, then there has to be people.” Unless, he thought, their buildings are in the same exact state, abandoned and rotten. He kept that last bit to himself.

Dark new world (a post-apocalyptic Pokémon story)

I remember making a similar roleplay once a long time ago, definitely interested in joining this O w O

The Five Senses

Lynx?!

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“I haven´t introduced myself up until this point, so your perception of me as a mindless subservient familiar was natural,” stated Lynx, eyes focused on Sil. It was hard to believe that that idiot had learned something, and harder still that it was related to respecting boundaries. The arrival of a vulture had interrupted his thoughts.

Lynx craned his neck upwards to glance at the haggard bird with an expressionless face. Octavio, who had now learned how to interpret the familiar´s body language, braced himself.

Lynx blinked, partly in disbelief. “An interesting coincidence that you´ve been ordered to come here, as I was just speaking of mindless, subservient familiars. I say ordered because you were forced to against your will, pest.”

Hearing Lynx´s caustic words reminded Octavio of the first few weeks of them working alongside one another. He made a move to try and stop the conversation before Lynx spat out anything too vile at who was probably going to be a helpful source of information, but the cat shot a glare at him, as if daring him to try and see what would happen.

With a soft flick of his tail, he continued. “There is power in a name. I am Lynx because I do not allow any man power over me. Can you say the same?” He asked the question in a mocking tone.

It´s not exactly a good idea to insult the messenger, you know.

I don´t care.

Octavio had to resist letting out a sigh in front of everyone. Well, if things took a dark turn, they could always just claim that one of the many lunatics shambling around town had attacked the familiar. Could threatening it work? Octavio didn´t know who his owner was, so that wasn´t an option yet.

“I believe it´s in everyone´s best interest if we all behaved like gentlemen for the time being.” He stuck his hands out in a display of wanting to halt whatever it was that was about to happen if that cat got too angry.

Lynx didn´t respond. Instead, he tilted his head towards the door and then to him as if to say, “you go first”.

The Five Senses

Lynx?!

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The inability to feel pain? Lynx thought, interested. The urge to pelt her into a wall rose within him now that it wouldn't technically be hurting her, though his brain reminded him that it would look uncivilized. If anyone asked however, he would explain to them that he was a gentleman incapable of harming women, or something like that. It was both ironic and concerning to him just how similar that thought sounded to Octavio's usual plans, but luckily none of the people in their group were mind readers. He walked with them just out of their sight, hugging any corners that were available to further shroud himself, taking the occasional self-indulgent and unnecessary leap whenever no one was looking. Being constrained to a beast's body had its advantages.

His quiet footsteps came to a halt as he turned to face everyone present now that they were still. It was best to get this over with now that he had shattered his silence.

"I apologize for not having formally introduced myself to this party. I am Lynx, travelling partner to Octavio."

There was an undeniably regal air to his posture and appearance, and despite his recent outburst he managed to convey a tone of masculinity and serenity. The filth and decay of the world around them contrasted with his earnest attempt at introducing himself however, rendering his hard work pointless. Anyone not familiar with him would have probably perceived him as some sort of overgrown street vermin. Octavio wore an odd look on his face.

My travelling partner? Weren’t you my familiar? The human smirked for a moment.

Silence, he responded.

"Despite my feline appearance, I am an individual of distinguished origin and would prefer to be treated as an equal on this journey." The words emanated from within him without the need for moving his mouth. After this odd introduction, a brief period of silence enveloped their conversation. If it were possible for a lynx to awkwardly cough, he would've done it now. Sensing that they were expecting more out of him, he finally spoke once more.

"And no Sil, you may not play with my tail,” he finally muttered. At least she had now learned what animal he was.

Octavio’s attention was split between watching his only friend embarrass himself like an arrogant boy on his first day of school and Ferris explaining his affinity to the Crazed. The latter was important, but the former was just too entertaining to ignore. ”Being a smidge paranoid about anything is a good thing if you find yourself stumbling into strange places often,” he remarked, a bit absent-mindedly.