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Ohhh, what's a bot account? Is that a type of roleplayer?

@A Ticklish Ralt

No, they have nothing to do with roleplaying. They're automated programs and/or real people who make accounts to promote their completely 100% unrelated services/advertisements. It's rather common for any type of forum to be targeted by spam bots, even abandoned relics like old proboards, phpbb, etc. etc. forums. As far as I'm aware the guild doesn't have any current preventive measures for them outside of just banning the account, though @LegendBegins can probably correct me if I'm wrong.

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[ dead prairie ]

Right: I've posted the opening post. While I didn't address anyone in particular outside of @Lemons, the concept is the same with the rest of the cast. It's morning, people are getting to work with whatever tasks they're assigned, etc. Maybe you're working on the wall, maybe you're helping serve breakfast. If you need any "feelers" or "plot points", though, do let me know so we can work something out, perhaps even add more to the NPCs and general background to Hvass in the process.

[ dead prairie ]

_{Hvass, Illinois}

7:34 AM, CST

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^{The Hansen Residence}

"Tomorrow's Thanksgiving, huh?" Sarah Hansen spoke between munches of a granola bar breakfast, crossing off another November day on the family calendar.

Sarah had always been indifferent towards the idea of Thanksgiving. Were it any other year, she'd been happy just to be out of school for a few days. No more studying, no more pop quizzes or homework—it was a time for lazing around and eating lots of turkey. But this wasn't a normal year. Not anymore, at least. Now, she had a reason to be thankful this holiday: that she was glad to still be alive and not one of those monsters.

"Don't think anyone is going to be in a celebrating mood, though." She continued, tossing the granola wrapper in the trash. "Or that Søgaard and his appointed council would want to waste food."

Walking over to the "front door" of their apartment, Sarah walked downstairs and into Hansen Furniture proper, waving to a few familiar faces that waved a "morning" her way. Although it had been just over a month since the Great Fog had arrived, she still hadn't grown used to the fact that people were now living in her family's furniture store. "Like waking up to strangers living inside your home", Sarah once described to a friend of hers, even though most living inside hadn't been strangers at all. Save for a few, most had been prior customers of the store, family friends or names tied to Hvass somehow.

Problem was, though, the person she needed to talk to was neither any of that. To Sarah, the person she was slated to work with today was a bona fide stranger, and only God seemed to know where this person was.

"Is there an Amber Something-brook here?" She asked, scanning the crowd once again. Maybe she had been placed in another shelter, like the church? "We're supposed to head to the diner today to go count rations, supplies and stuff."

H U N T E D -- a [ STAR WARS ] RP (Invite Only)

24 | Human | Female | Imperial

H U N T E D -- a [ STAR WARS ] RP (Invite Only)

Main Characters

_{Kestrel Farbanti | 24 | Human | Female | Imperial}

NPC Characters

_{None so far.}

Character Sheet

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H U N T E D -- a [ STAR WARS ] RP (Invite Only)

Eleven years after the Treaty of Coruscant was signed, Republic forces and Imperial troops had duked it out over the scarred, war-torn world of Taris following a renewal of hostilities. For the Republic and the Jedi Order, it was a chance to score a symbolic victory; that Taris could be brought back from the brink of total collapse. The Sith Empire, on the other hand, saw Taris as a way to break the Republic; to show that their Republic foes could never recover from a brutal onslaught.

It is during this war where an Imperial scouting party into the Sinking City found themselves ambushed by Republic soldiers assisted by a Jedi escort. Outnumbered and outgunned, the Imperials fought a losing battle against the Jedi and their men, to where the surviving stragglers decided it was in their best interest to surrender. Before any official questioning could begin, however, the city ground, true to its' name, began to give way beneath, opening a hole within the earth and swallowing them with it.

Unbeknownst to the soldiers and Jedi, they had fallen into hell—a Rakghoul-infested hell.

What Are You Listening To?

[ dead prairie ]

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@Rekker I think I should be able to keep GMing the RP. I just need to whip myself back into shape and actually get to writing this thing, especially since I'm only asking for a couple paragraphs at least once a week. Now that the holidays are over and as long as nothing else unforeseeable happens, I should be more able to write.

@Lemons@Rekker@BenG85@Tally Dor

Y'all can post your character sheets in the CS tab whenever you get a chance. OP for sure coming tomorrow--this time I promise. Had a busy Sunday and I tend to have better writing flow in the morning--just ask @TGM.

And speaking of @TGM, how's your character sheet coming along, Gowi? I know you've been out of the loop too.