JustAnna

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Descartes - I think your character is interesting. He will make a good mediator of sorts, I think, when/if he gets with the group of survivors.

ShieldsOfWar - I LOVE your character. Of course you are accepted as well.

I hope you guys haven't lost complete faith/respect in me. I'm not attempting to be a shitty GM, but I am on Chatzy right now for a bit if anyone wants to chat. Link is in the first third post.

Hogwarts: We Are Now

I will answer questions in a couple of hours when I get done analyzing my bat data :) They're super cute and you guys are awesome. Stay tuned!

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Right now the feel of the game is chaos. It's surviving the chaos, and finding people who won't try take what you have and everything. I will be able to reply better in a bit. Right now I'm sitting in a little shack in the middle of the woods, analyzing bat data. I'm sorry I've been so absent the past few days, with the RP just starting up. I probably started it at a bad time, with everything that's been going on in my life. If you guys could be a little patient with me, I promise it's going to get better :)

I will be home in a few hours to answer any questions, accept/deny sheets, and to possibly make my second post after I read everyone's work. Hope you guys are enjoying it so far!

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Also, I only posted for my character so that it left it open for everyone to post their character's introduction. Sorry if it sucks.

The Walking Dead : What's Left

First post is up and I'm going to bed. I have a long day ahead tomorrow.

Strawberry425 - all of your characters are accepted. They seem lovely.

Nero - You're accepted.

paigsweetheart - Lovely character. She's accepted.

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Travis Hogue - Rural Jonesboro

Travis couldn’t believe his horrible luck, as he smeared the blood on his hands all over his shirt. He stared, teary eyed at the body in front of him: what was left of the old man, his only family. A tiny sob left his throat as his bloody hand came up to run through his hair, sticking to the fibers like glue and holding them upright.

“What the hell is happening…What’s happening…”, he whispered, turning in a brief circle. He spotted the shotgun the old man kept in the corner, behind the door, for protection. He almost scoffed at the word protection running through his brain. A whole lot of good that did him. Another broken sob threatened to escape as he picked the shotgun up and weighed it in his hand.

This had to stop. It was only going to get worse, but it had to stop.

A crash against the front door shook him to his core, and although his vision was a little blurred, he turned on the noise and approached the door. From the sounds of the moans, he could tell that it was another sick person. It was another one of them…and they couldn’t be saved. They were vicious…rabid, even.

Turning the doorknob, he swung the door open, and held the shotgun up with his terribly shaky hands.

“Stay back…”, he murmured, before sobbing. He had never killed anyone, before this day. He had never had the urge to, but it was out of his control, “Please. I don’t want to hurt you…”

It was another neighbor, from a cross the field. She was missing most of her mouth and chin, and what was left of the flesh seemed to be melting down onto her dingy white dress. Wincing, Travis held the barrel close to her chest, which she simply pressed against, pushing him backward.

“I’m so sorry…”, he whispered, before pulling the trigger. The shotgun bit a huge chunk out of the woman’s stomach, but she didn’t stop. It seemed to cause her no pain, which threw Travis back even more. He pulled the pump down with what little strength he had left, and fired another shot into the woman’s stomach, causing her intestines to seep out, and fall into a pile on the floor.

“Shit. Oh god…”, he groaned, pumping the shotgun once more. This time, he aimed at her head, and fired. The woman dropped like a stone and the moaning stopped. Shaking so hard that he could barely stand, Travis leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

This was beyond sickness. These people…they were dead.

(I will post for Ryland on the next round, since she’s all the way across the city from him)

Hogwarts: We Are Now

I have read the CS's and everyone is accepted...I just haven't had time to do a fancy post to accept everyone individually. I would like for everyone to start either at Kings Cross station or on the Hogwarts express. You can choose whichever seems more proper.

And I'm sorry if I seem grumpy and uncaring. That's not the case at all. I'm just in a lot of pain, and all I want to do is work on the RP, but I can't fully work until tomorrow evening.

The Walking Dead : What's Left

IncredibleBee said
But that's what you said yesterday. And the day before that. Just delegate, and have your boyfriend type up the intro post.

This came off as a bit rude to me, but I'm going to go ahead and open the RP. Just note, guys, please...I have a life, and the RP isn't the only thing that is difficult for me with a broken hand. I have to have surgery Monday morning to put me back together. The surgeon wasn't in today. I'm a serious GM who takes pride in her work, but even a serious GM has to take care of themselves sometimes.

Working on a post, now.

Hogwarts: We Are Now

Well to keep a conflict of interest from happening, I don't really have anyone that I trust as a co-gm yet. I have just met you guys, and I'm not sure who seems to have the most experience. Let me think on that.

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Okay. So, I'm going to make you guys a promise. If you can hold with me for tonight, and a piece of tomorrow, I am going to post a first post at 7 pm CDT tomorrow night (unless our van dies or something stupid on the way back from the river). I was planning to do it tonight, but my hand is swollen, and I can barely type (my boyfriend had to type this for me). So, please just have patience and stick with me until then.