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1 yr ago
Current Yay we're back up!
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1 yr ago
Rawr.
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2 yrs ago
The election is stressing me the hell out. The cycle exhausted me and now I wanna puke. Hopefully, a big win comes soon.
2 yrs ago
Marathon training started today, and it's just as painful as I expected. Wahh. But I do feel a bit better than I do on my normal run. Pain - Bad. Runners high from a long run? Great.
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2 yrs ago
So, it looks like I am training for the Austin Marathon, starting tomorrow. RIP my calves lol
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Bio

Hi!
You can call me Anna!
I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
I love Supernatural, and currently, all of my RPs are Supernatural related. Feel free to message me with ideas!

Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.

A mom. A wife. A very protective best friend. Pathological People Pleaser. Intimidating due to my patience and general ability to be unbothered.

I'm addicted to working out, running, and generally having an endorphin high. I also tend to be very annoying talking about it, but I'm way more annoying when I'm depressed.

I'm a hopeless Swiftie. So, if you hate her, I wouldn't RP with me, if you like OOC banter. 90% of songs I use as fuel are Taylor Swift deep cuts. Not really any exceptions.

If I currently RP with you, you're basically my best friend and I will protect you with my life. <3

And also, also, because I have super severe ADHD, I tend to ghost on accident. Never be shy to send me a reminder message. I don't get offended!

@FuriePhoenix owns my soul.


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Love Yourself First

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I will answer questions in about 30 mins when I'm not driving. :)
I guess it's fine to only have a description. As a GM I just like to see the characters fleshed out, and it's as easy as a google image search. But I'm too tired to worry about it tonight. Make it how you want...
Please post IRL pics for appearance...
Chatzy Link

I decided to start a chatzy for us to collaborate in. I am about to leave for work, and I'll be back in about 6 hours to check in on everything :) Happy posting!
Name: Ryland Morris

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Caucasian

Appearance:

Clothing: At first - a hospital gown and is barefoot. Later (after she gets her effects) - a black dress, converse, and a jean jacket.

Equipment: None, other than a cellphone that doesn't work and an oxygen pack on her back.

Weapons: None.

Bio/Background: Riley is a lost cause, or so the doctors say. She's been on treatment for a month, now, for fluid on her lungs. The doctors can't determine what the fluid is, and within the next week, she's supposed to go to a therapist in Memphis to figure it out. It could be cancer. It could just be the secondhand smoke from her mother smoking two packs or more a day. Either way, she's stuck in this hospital until further notice. She was a college student, before this, studying Biology at ASU.

Occupation pre-apocalypse - Student
Name: Travis Hogue

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Appearance:

Clothing: A flanel button down shirt - blue, and a pair of torn blue jeans. He also wears a worn pair of redwing lace up work boots.

Equipment: Remington 870 Experss Supermag 12 gauge pump shotgun, a mag light, a Buck brand folding pocket knife, and a pistol he stole from the local Academy sports (.44 magnum revolver, empty). -----He also carries in a backpack, 4 boxes (25 rounds each) of Blind Side 3.5 inch, 2 shot, shotgun shells.

Weapons: (See equipment)

Background - Travis grew up as the son of a wealthy farmer's farmhand. When his father died (when he was 12), he had no family left, except the old farmer, who agreed to let him stay on the farm for as long as he wanted, as long as he worked. So, Travis has worked his ass off, protected the farm, and made sure that things ran right for the past several years. Recently, however, the old man grew ill after a confrontation with a neighbor from across the woods. Travis had killed the neighbor, fearing for the old man's life. It appeared to him that the old man may have been bitten. Then, almost as suddenly, the old man attacked Travis and almost killed him, before he was forced to kill his guardian. With a broken heart and a soul full of rage, he's set out to look for safety in this chaos, and possibly find his mother.

Job pre-apocalypse: Farm Hand
OOC YAYYYYYYYY!

My class got cancelled and so I could make the OOC!

Double post. Grrrrrr...





Jonesboro, Arkansas – picturesque example of a growing city in the making. Everything was in the works for Jonesboro to grow to be the size of Memphis, Tennessee within several years, and being only an hour and a half drive away, the two almost melted together, as it was.

The small city was one of the last to be overcome by the disease that struck the world. They were lucky, and they were sheltered by the ridge that surrounded them, but when the disease hit home, that ridge became their downfall. That ridge became a sort of barrier, keeping the dead in, and the living out. The living within? Food.

With that luck, came an equal spout of bad luck. Memphis is already a place of devastation. Between the unemployment rate and the crime that plagues the city, people have been looking for an excuse to escape; to find something better and smaller. They finally found their reason, when the city was taken over in a matter of days.

At first it was just weird attacks on the news: bath salts, children attacking cops and social workers, men and women eating their dogs in what seemed to be senseless violence. The mayor was murdered by one of his guards…who proceeded to eat much of his brain in the process.

Then the violence became more immediate. It became more real. Humans who were being killed while looting were quickly reanimating, and attacking others. Hospital patients in the morgue began to rise up, filling the morgue to almost breaking point, terrifying the nurses and patients that walked by, hearing the growls and moans of the dead trapped within.

Even worse was that the CDC had no idea what this was. The government wasn’t prepared. Hospitals that were renowned all over the world were not ready to deal with such a massive outbreak of a disease that seemed to not even be infecting the humans it killed. It was simply a harbored disease, and humans were its vector. The only point the medical professionals could make is that it was a virus. Viruses need a strict path to spread from vector to host, and back to vector. The dead rising up and moving, and possibly infecting others with their bite was a perfect example of this. However, the study was cut short, when the doctor on the case was infected, while attempting to extract saliva from one of his ‘subjects’. He later wiped out the entire lab area of the NEA Baptist hospital, adding to the chaos within.

With Memphis overflowing, the refugees will reach the city in a week…or a bit more. The city will be plunged into chaos all over. Fires will destroy what is left of a once beautiful classic town of prosperity and the American Dream.

This is the world we’re forced to live in. This is Jonesboro, after the dead. Can what’s left be saved? Can we come back from this madness? Can the world survive, or will it burn?








Jonesboro, Arkansas – picturesque example of a growing city in the making. Everything was in the works for Jonesboro to grow to be the size of Memphis, Tennessee within several years, and being only an hour and a half drive away, the two almost melted together, as it was.

The small city was one of the last to be overcome by the disease that struck the world. They were lucky, and they were sheltered by the ridge that surrounded them, but when the disease hit home, that ridge became their downfall. That ridge became a sort of barrier, keeping the dead in, and the living out. The living within? Food.

With that luck, came an equal spout of bad luck. Memphis is already a place of devastation. Between the unemployment rate and the crime that plagues the city, people have been looking for an excuse to escape; to find something better and smaller. They finally found their reason, when the city was taken over in a matter of days.

At first it was just weird attacks on the news: bath salts, children attacking cops and social workers, men and women eating their dogs in what seemed to be senseless violence. The mayor was murdered by one of his guards…who proceeded to eat much of his brain in the process.

Then the violence became more immediate. It became more real. Humans who were being killed while looting were quickly reanimating, and attacking others. Hospital patients in the morgue began to rise up, filling the morgue to almost breaking point, terrifying the nurses and patients that walked by, hearing the growls and moans of the dead trapped within.

Even worse was that the CDC had no idea what this was. The government wasn’t prepared. Hospitals that were renowned all over the world were not ready to deal with such a massive outbreak of a disease that seemed to not even be infecting the humans it killed. It was simply a harbored disease, and humans were its vector. The only point the medical professionals could make is that it was a virus. Viruses need a strict path to spread from vector to host, and back to vector. The dead rising up and moving, and possibly infecting others with their bite was a perfect example of this. However, the study was cut short, when the doctor on the case was infected, while attempting to extract saliva from one of his ‘subjects’. He later wiped out the entire lab area of the NEA Baptist hospital, adding to the chaos within.

With Memphis overflowing, the refugees will reach the city in a week…or a bit more. The city will be plunged into chaos all over. Fires will destroy what is left of a once beautiful classic town of prosperity and the American Dream.

This is the world we’re forced to live in. This is Jonesboro, after the dead. Can what’s left be saved? Can we come back from this madness? Can the world survive, or will it burn?



The OOC is coming up tonight. I get off at 9 pm CDT. Be looking for it :)
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