Kuro

Bacon

Who haz the bacon?

@Dark Cloud

This place.

Actually has some decent thick cuts if you're willing to splurge on quality bacon ngl

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[ dead prairie ]

_{Hvass, Illinois}

7:34 AM, CST

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^{Main Street — @Lemons}

This is who I'm supposed to be working with?

Were it not for other circumstances, namely the Fog and the monsters it left behind, Sarah would've figured everyone in the world had collectively agreed to play a cruel joke on her. Of course, everyone had some sort of trauma these days. It was par for the course of not being murdered by some demon outside on the streets of your hometown. But Amber? She seemed to be a walking, bumbling disaster of a nervous wreck.

And that wasn't even counting the height difference! Despite being much older, Amber must've been at least a foot shorter than Sarah. Not that she minded, of course, but it did feel a tad awkward. Not like a grandparent being all giddy about how tall their grandchild was awkward, but more so just plain awkward.

"Well, Amber—I'm Sarah. Though, you might already know that. My father does have a habit of bringing me up, about how proud he is of me, to all his customers. At least, when this place still had customers."

"As I was saying, we're supposed to head over to the diner for inventory today. I don't think it'll take very long since we'll probably have some help to count cans or whatever." She replied, beginning to walk towards the exit. "So, I guess if you want to follow me, we can be on our way."

[ dead prairie ]

@Joshm Yes, we're still accepting. Feel free to throw him in the CS tab.

@ everyone else, I'm working on a post from Sarah for you guys too, but the recent post is something so @TGM can fit their character in.

[ dead prairie ]

_{Hvass, Illinois}

7:34 AM, CST

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^{Main Street — @TGM}

Mark Hansen leaned against an aging truck, his hands cupping a warm mug of black coffee. To his left and right, a few other Hvassians stood, drinking their own share of the coffee's pot.

He had already been up for a few hours prior, still unable to break the workman habit of an early morning even in the face of the apocalypse. Before, it had simply been to pay off monthly bills; to earn a yearly salary. But now, his morning routine had a greater purpose: to ensure his family's survival. How could they improve the walls? What were they to do about rationing? More importantly, what if the fog came back? Such concerns regularly floated about in the back of his head.

His thoughts harkened back twenty-odd years ago, back to when he was a draftee at the tail-end of the Vietnam War. Some of his experience, he felt, was still applicable, although they weren't dealing with an opposing army nor were they were a trained group of GIs. No, the town of Hvass was dealing with something far, far more dangerous; something he doubted the small rabble left in Hvass could survive. Had Copeland, the local pastor, been here, Mark figured he'd tell him to cast these worries away; to put his faith in God, that He would save them all. But whatever speech Copeland would've had prepared wouldn't have mattered. His faith in a higher power had long since been shaken. For all Mark knew, it seemed God had already cast them into the fires of Hell.

"Bring out your dead! BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!" A cyclist—Maddox, he and the rest of Hvass had recently come to known for his antics—shouted, interrupting Mark's solemn coffee drinking as he rode past the group and towards the crowd now leaving the furniture store. Almost immediately, Mark shook his head in disapproval, like a parent who had just watched his kid do something absolutely stupid.

"Kid's got some screws loose." He commented, taking a sip of his coffee. "One of these days his humor is going to get that smirk knocked off his face by the wrong person."

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[ dead prairie ]

I think I'm going to go ahead and pull out. Rolling a little too slow. I've already got a slow RP that I am fond of and would rather fill my card with something a little more active to keep me entertained in between. Was hoping this was going to be it with the 1 or 2 posts per week rule, but that rule is clearly out the window, lol (I suppose there is a disclaimer noting such could be the case).

No hard feelings! It's a really interesting concept that I think you all can have a lot of fun with. Good luck and I hope it's a blast!!

@Rekker

My apologies; been terribly busy lately and have been trying to fit my various RP commitments when I can. Currently dealing with the fallout of my grandfather dying to covid (getting his body home from another state, funeral services, etc.) as well trying to reschedule a five odd hour trip I was supposed to take this weekend (more around 10-11 hours in total back and forth).

@Ozzy Cross Accepted.

[ dead prairie ]

@Ozzy Cross Okay two things:

1) I see your JP references.

2) Please, PLEASE change your font to the default font on the site. I am struggling to read it without squinting. Even brought it up to some of my friends and they're also having issue reading the sheet. Once that's done I'll give it a once over again so I can make sure I didn't miss anything.

[ dead prairie ]

Post coming soon.

@Ozzy Cross Yes; sorry for getting back so late.

@TGM Accepted.

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