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Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

RPyourStory: Walking Dead

@BreakingReign I know that you want no restrictions or boundaries, making this a pure sandbox, but I suggest at least finding a central location to focus on, be it a state, city, etc. That way you don't have character(s) and/or groups cut off from each other, stifling any interaction because no one can react to anyone.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

Zeroth post + character post is up.

Feel free to react to the zeroth post or just introduce your characters. Up to you, I just wanted to give people an idea as to what to write for a post. A feeler, if you will.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

_{Location: Master Bedroom, Holloway Residence}

Timeframe Early Morning

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: N/A

Blake Holloway laid on his bed, counting each individual groove on the bedroom ceiling in silence.

Since his wife had passed just prior to the apocalypse to cancer, moments like these had become part of his morning ritual. It was as if he had been frozen in a catatonic state, unable to move from where he laid. On most days, at least prior to the apocalypse, the alarm clock would endlessly buzz until the older two of his daughter came by to wake up their father and get him out of bed. What was once a proud, confident man was now broken and in shambles, marching only forward each day for his daughters—and even that was often a challenge for him.

A knock on the bedroom door. Blake tilted his head towards the noise, before eventually sitting upwards in the bed as his eldest entered the room to wake her father.

"It's time to get up."

Blake didn't offer a response, instead climbing out of bed without a word. He shuffled towards the bathroom, while his daughter went back downstairs, presumably to watch over her younger sister.

Shutting the door behind him, Blake readied himself a shower. He deliberately set the temperature on cold, letting the freezing water rush over his hair. It made him feel alive. That he wasn't just a hollow, discarded husk of a man. But most of all, it awoke something deep within him—an emotion he hadn't regularly felt in years.

For the first time since the birth of his youngest, he cried.

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_{Location: Kitchen, Holloway Residence}

Timeframe Early Morning

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: N/A

"It's time to get up."

Holly sighed as her father stumbled out of bed. She wasn't a stranger to his pain; just as he lost a wife, she and her sister both lost their mother. Deep down, though, Holly knew that their family couldn't keep going on like this, least they lose their father, too. She couldn't keep being the responsible parent of the house, especially now in a time like this. It hadn't been her father comforting her younger sister when the town seemed to explode last night, nor was it him ensuring that the three of them still had food to eat. No, it had all been Holly—a simple high school girl woefully unprepared to fill shoes too big for her.

The stress was getting to Holly, and it was certainly only going to get worse. There wasn't much more she could take.

Heading down the stairs to the kitchen, Holly took a seat at the dining table next to her sister, Morgan. She smiled, trying to think of something to talk about that didn't relate to their current situation. As much as Morgan needed to know for her own safety, Holly dreaded telling her that the world was no more. That there were man-hungry zombies roaming everywhere in their hometown and beyond, eager to eat them alive.

They were things you just couldn't tell a five year old kid, Holly felt. It was better to shelter Morgan as best as she could from the outside world, not scare her to death with reality. She hardly understood why their mother was gone, what hope did Holly have to tell her the truth here?

"Mr. Fluffykins says thank you," Morgan broke the silence, pretending that her stuffed cat was eating a plate of instant mix pancakes. "Ohm-nom-nom-nom!" She continued, making fake "cat-eating-a-pancake" noises.

"Well, Mr. Fluffykins better eat it all. I worked very hard to make those pancakes, you know."

"But—"

"No butsies." Holly got up from the table, and opened the kitchen fridge. She pulled out a cannister of whipped cream, and gave it a slight shake. "Or else he won't get the last bit of whipped cream with them."

"F-Fine..."

"I thought that would get him to eat." Holly replied, smiling once more.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

It was an early spring morning, yet the day carried none of the wondrous joys of springtime.

A misty, dark sky had blanketed Huddeen, casting out the now rising sun. One might've considered it eerie. Desolate, even. To the superstitious, however, the fog was a warning sign.

Last night, a deafening crash was heard deep within the town's center, interrupting the mindless groans and grunts that now acted as a chorus to the quiet and empty Huddeen. What, or who, for that matter, it was, was still a mystery to those of Mulberry Street, for going outside at night was too dangerous and risky an option. Regardless, one thing was certain: the noise had certainly riled up the undead from their slumber.

Thankfully for the denizens of Mulberry Street, their street seemed to be clear and safe for the time being. There were a few stragglers that could be seen some ways further down each end of the road, but otherwise Mulberry Street had succeeded in surviving another night safe and zombie-free.

But for how much longer could this apocalyptic serenity last? And what was that noise earlier? Only time, and a potential life-risking expedition, could tell.

The Unbanned Cabbage

@CabbageFrog If you use a VPN, you might've been flagged for spam. It's actually a common occurrence for new users to get flagged by our anti-spam tools for using a VPN when they first join the site.

Anyway, welcome to the guild.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

@Martian Post the sheet in the CS tab.

As for everyone else, I'm in the process of chewing through all my roleplay needs right now that I delayed because of weekend issues. Just got one more post for another RP and this thread to do next. If I don't get the intro up and running today I'll surely have the OP up by tomorrow, as I will be free all day Tuesday to write and do other things.

~ AoT - The Western Siege ~ [OPEN]

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_{Location: Harwell Residence & Bookstore, Quinta District}

Date: Spring, Year 844

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Dawn—the time of day when the Harwells were often busy prepping the family bookstore to be ready for business. But for Tanner in particular, it was a momentary chance of escape.

With almost a tiptoe, Tanner approached her bedroom window and waited for her opportunity. She focused herself, listening quietly through the almost paper-thin frame of their house for her parents to be distracted with work. If her plan was going to work, Tanner needed her parents to believe she was still sleeping. It wasn't unusual for her parents to let her sleep in another hour or so, but had they known Tanner was up, it was only a matter of time before she was told to straighten the messy bookshelves or given a broom to sweep the storefront clean.

And if that happened, then everything was for naught. She already had to snatch her journals back the last time her parents caught her sneaking out. If it happened again, Tanner figured everything she worked for would've gone up in smoke for good.

RINNNNGG! The sound of the door's bell, Tanner knew well enough. A customer—good, it was time to go.

Reaching beneath her bed, Tanner pulled forth a lengthy sheet rope. She tied one end to her bedframe, with the other end being tossed out of her window and into an empty alley. Her hands gripped the rope tight as Tanner stepped over the windowsill, and began to climb her way down to the ground. Falling on accident wasn't an option, even if it was just a two story fall. How could she explain to her parents if she bruised herself badly or worse? "Sorry, mom, dad. I accidentally broke my arm trying to sneak out of the house"? Impossible. She'd be grounded for life!

Once on the ground, Tanner looked left, then right, hoping that no one saw her grand escape. Fortunately, however, the alley seemed clear and devoid of people, as it usually was. No nearby guardsmen to rat her out to her parents, as well no curious neighbors wondering what Tanner was up to, thankfully.

Reaching for the sheet rope, Tanner chucked the cloth back up through her window with a rather unimpressive throw. She couldn't exactly leave evidence behind, even more so when she had an extra set of keys to sneak back in through the back store room later. That, and it'd just be giving people free access to their house if Tanner left it hanging out in the middle of the alley. Not that the Harwells had much to steal (other than books, of course), but it would be stupid to just leave it there regardless. Anyone with half a brain could've figured that out themselves.

Right, time to find my source. Perhaps they might have some useful information this time around.

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Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Been playing Minecraft again for the first time in years with one of my siblings and some of their friends (we're playing on a beta 1.7.3 world via hamachi connection). Been building the base for a giant circle, which is painful when you have to manually mine each block in Survival mode for supplies. That and the fact that I've had to carve out chunks of a mountain and build a extensive platform over the sea. But I like building mega structures, so it's worth it.

Word association Game!

Sorcery