John Walrus III

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Poor John. He need some cocoa.

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John watched him, the one referred to as Muse, as he gave a swift, though limited, explanation that it had something to do with Roleplayer Guild, but changed it to the same question John had just asked. John sighed and thought for a moment. "The most I can say is that this is - well, I suppose was is more appropriate now - a roleplay of mine." He paused, inhaling deeply. "It's gone," he said bluntly. "This entire town is broken and destroyed. The Puppets who lived here are dead, not one of them lived I bet." John felt the tears building up. "This was a part of me," he whispered. He gestured back down the hall. "Even my character is dead." He clutched his die for comfort. "I'm dead here."

John sighed, on the verge of tears. Shaking his head, he turned to the shelves that had once held dozens, maybe hundreds of books and pieces of literature. He stared at what broken mess remained. Some broken books lay on the ground, while speed pages ghosted amongst the shelves. He turned again and say against a sturdy shelf, ruling his die between his fingers. "Perhaps you should see for yourself. Maybe you can understand this better than I."

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Well, come on in gentlemen, we have books, wine, and dead puppets. Also ominous dice.

I would like to apologise for any errors in wording and/or spelling. Several of my posts will be done with a tablet with absurd auto correct.

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John sat quietly beside his Puppet self, turning his die in his hand. The only obvious thing was that, dream or not, he was in his own RP, and something had happened. Water dripped slowly from his chin. No, tears. He was crying. He breathed deeply. Why shouldn't he be? He was sitting next to a dead piece of his life, literally.

He jumped when he heard a knock on the door. He thought for a moment. Could a Puppet have survived? Doubtful, which meant there was someone else here. Did more people get sucked into his world? He took a few hesitant steps toward the entryway. But suppose they were the responsible for this chaos? But why would they have returned? Did they know he was here? He stopped just a step from the door. A leak dripped down on him as the rain continued outside. He hasn't considered that. Perhaps they simply wanted shelter. He nodded in agreement with himself and reached forward to open the door.

Standing before him were two individuals, one seeming surprisingly cheerful, while the other was coated in mud, holding a jacket. John paused for a moment, before waving them inside. "I don't suppose you can tell me what the hell happened then?" He looked down at the die in his hand for a moment. He was faced with an 8.

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Got a post up. I see that Muse and company might up in Puppet land soon. I'm on to you.

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The body was unmistakable up close. It was a piece of his own, Puppets he had called them. John stared into the glistening, crushed eyes of his limp creation. He would have felt sad had it not been impossible for it to exist. He squinted at the pouring sky, trying think past his pounding head. He remembered this place now, despite its shattered appearance. A small story, though one was proud of. But this couldn't exist, it was fantasy, pen on paper. He wiped the water from his eyes and looked at the broken buildings around him. There was only one thing he could think of to figure out if this really existed.

With painful steps,John made his way to what was conveniently the closest house. The walls were battered, the door caved, but the roof was still fairly stable. He shuddered, though not from the cold. This was exactly how he had designed the houses; fit for living, but capable of taking anything directly to the roof. He stepped through the entryway into the dark house, listening to the roaring sound dampen as he entered. He could hear the several leaks dripping, echoing through the house. Perhaps the roof wasn't as sturdy as first thought. He stepped into the main room; perfectly round, bookcases on the walls. Our there were, it seemed. John stared at the walls, beginning to feel sick. This was a home, a place of knowledge and life for his Puppets. He was almost certain this wasn't a dream; he could tell when he was dreaming. Couldn't he? Join sighed, exhausted by the pounding rain and mental stress. He saw something glistening down the hall on his left. He felt something die inside him. Lying in a pool of trickling water and fluid was a Puppet.

It was his Puppet.

John White had died here.

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Yay, I did a thing! I do feel sorry for John though. Not exactly comfy.

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To say that it was raining would be an insult. John woke with aches and chills in every part of him, rain drilling into him as he lie face-down on ice-cold stone. He lifted his face from a puddle, trying to focus on something, though the pounding of the rain did little to help what was almost certainly a migraine. He slowly managed to support himself on one arm and open his eyes. The water cascaded down his face, making it ridiculous to see, but he spotted his hazel-green die lying just out of arm's reach. Lacking another option, he dragged himself the short distance to the die, his body screaming in pain. He nearly collapsed by his die as he reached it, blinking the water from his eyes. The die sat on 1. "How fucking fitting," John muttered through gritted teeth. With effort, he grasped the die and made an attempt to stand. Within seconds, his worn shoes lost grip on the slick surface, shoving him straight back onto the stone. He gasped, clutching his elbow, feeling a new liquid run down his arm. He disbanded that attempt and began focusing on his surroundings. Buildings stood, broken and desolate, inhuman in design... yet, despite that, somehow oddly familiar. John stared at the buildings in utter confusion and slight dismay, and found himself staring at a collapsed figure of a body nearby. The longer he stared at it, though, the less human it appeared, yet the more familiar it seemed. Finally, John had a though he should have had some minutes ago. Where the hell am I?

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I will post soon! ...ish. First, I must study for finals. Meh.

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Why are we all unicorns. I am baffled.