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So, I've kept quiet for awhile. Thinking things over and tossing questions and concerns back and forth with some people.
Personally, I think most of these ideas disregard the initial selling point of P.R.C.U., that being the X-Men superhero-esque academy setting that it was based in. Whilst I do agree that writing with the same people is a draw in itself, post-apocalyptic, fantasy (aside from the Hypeverse's magi and what not), etc. is quite the departure from what originally drew people into wanting to write P.R.C.U. in the first place. I know Hound has mentioned that he didn't want to "step on Wraith's toes" by essentially filing the serial numbers off of P.R.C.U. and making another "superhero academy"-style of RP, but in the interest of doing so, I think the first and primary draw to how we even all came together as a group has been forgotten and cast aside. If I do continue on, it's why I have to vote 2 and only 2, as the setting blurb is the only one that is closest to the spirit of P.R.C.U., rather than being practically something else and/or radically different in its entirety.
Granted, by doing so, I would likely have to either completely rethink Haleigh's character, or go out of my way to create something new just for the setting. But that's just me.
Personally, I think most of these ideas disregard the initial selling point of P.R.C.U., that being the X-Men superhero-esque academy setting that it was based in. Whilst I do agree that writing with the same people is a draw in itself, post-apocalyptic, fantasy (aside from the Hypeverse's magi and what not), etc. is quite the departure from what originally drew people into wanting to write P.R.C.U. in the first place. I know Hound has mentioned that he didn't want to "step on Wraith's toes" by essentially filing the serial numbers off of P.R.C.U. and making another "superhero academy"-style of RP, but in the interest of doing so, I think the first and primary draw to how we even all came together as a group has been forgotten and cast aside. If I do continue on, it's why I have to vote 2 and only 2, as the setting blurb is the only one that is closest to the spirit of P.R.C.U., rather than being practically something else and/or radically different in its entirety.
Granted, by doing so, I would likely have to either completely rethink Haleigh's character, or go out of my way to create something new just for the setting. But that's just me.
WRITER'S NOTE:
This was posted out of sequence due to OOC issues.
It is advised to read this post prior to reading this if you wish to keep a chronological flow while reading this roleplay.
This was posted out of sequence due to OOC issues.
It is advised to read this post prior to reading this if you wish to keep a chronological flow while reading this roleplay.
It had been some days since the ceremony, and the weekend before their first class was finally here.
Haleigh had received her pick of house, having joined the ranks of House Canis alongside a few other students from Blackjack and the other teams. Although she had appreciated the change of scenery that was the Canis dormitory, Haleigh's mind was primarily focused elsewhere. Her thoughts were once more racked with questions that needed answering; questions she feared had been the product of her own actions. The sense of uncertainty ate away at Haleigh, and she felt just as lost as she had been the first day she stepped foot on campus.
She thought of asking Dr. Edwards for advice. But despite his position as a therapist, Haleigh felt that these were questions he wouldn't understand, just as she had believed many times before. She was just a subject to him; something to be studied rather than helped. There had been absolutely nothing Dr. Edwards could possibly do, Haleigh was certain, to help her combat the internal struggle she had been battling.
But there were others that could. Others that could grasp what she was feeling; that could maybe understand.
"Rory, are you in there?" Haleigh asked, knocking on his bedroom door. "I wanted to talk about some things, if you had the time."
The melodic music faintly heard from inside came to an abrupt halt, and rapid footsteps forewarned of the sudden opening of the door. Rory leaned one arm up against the wall and gave a short nod.
"Hey... Haleigh. Yeah, totally. Come on in, make yourself at home."
Haleigh nodded a thank you, and shut the door behind her. She hadn't gotten around to visiting Rory until just now, but his new bedroom was close to what Haleigh expected. It was sparsely decorated, with the exception of various sporting equipment and resistance bands lying around the floor that Rory quickly kicked out of her way. A moleskin notebook laid open on his desk, which he quickly walked over and slammed shut before spinning around his desk chair to take a seat.
"What's up?"
"I'm sorry to intrude like this." Haleigh responded, taking a seat on his bed. "But I've had some things on my mind that I just can't shake away. I thought... maybe you could help me figure out everything."
She paused and took a deep breath before continuing.
"I thought I had it all figured out, but I can't stop thinking about everything that has happened in the past week."
Her palms clenched her knees tightly.
"I was... angry, Rory. Angry at the world. I felt helpless when we all watched Hyperion murder Cass. Maybe... maybe I could've done something to save him, but instead I just watched it happen. I couldn't get it out of my head. I've been running from my own powers, and the one time I... I... could've used them for good, I did nothing. It led me to believe that if I could somehow use my anger against Hyperion, then perhaps we could get some semblance of justice for Cass and everyone else."
Haleigh looked away from Rory, and stared straight at the ground. Her eyes fought the urge to let loose a few emotional tears. She felt guilty for letting her anger overtake her emotions, a fact that now stood out like a sore thumb.
"...Yet all I managed to do is turn everyone against each other. Trace. Makenna. Even Iñigo. If all I do is push people away, then what hope do I have? Tell me, Rory. I couldn't save Cass. I couldn't keep Blackjack together. I can't do anything. I'm useless."
As Haleigh finished speaking, the room was filled with silence. It put Haleigh on edge. Had she said something wrong? Had she somehow offended Rory, like the others? Fortunately, Rory quickly eased her worries when he took a deep breath and promptly broke the unsettling quiet.
"I tried to copy his powers. Or anyone's really... and I got nothing. Whatever Hyperion was doing... I don't think any of us could have stopped it."
He sighed deeply, and relaxed his shoulders as he rolled his chair across the room with a well-placed desk kick, coming to a stop next to Haleigh. "I don't know if we could have done anything to save Cass' life. We were unarmed, my powers didn't work, and we didn't have a game plan. Maybe there's something we could have done... but I think it's crazy to think we could have done... well, whatever that something was."
Placing a hand on Haleigh's shoulder, Rory looked her in the eyes. "Anger isn't going to bring Cass back, or make things right with the others. But it's not a bad thing, to be angry. You should be. I was... I still am."
Rory turned his gaze to his trash can, where a crumpled up sheet of notebook paper rested. His grip on Haleigh's shoulder tightened for a moment before he let go and looked back at her.
"We're not useless because of Cass, and we're not useless because some people left the team. People need some space, you know? We all heal different... at least, that's what my aunt says. Some people need space, or a fresh start. You and me... I think we've got to be kinder to ourselves. We had a bad game... we just watch the tape and fill in the gaps. You feel me?"
'Be kinder to ourselves'. Maybe that was what she needed—to stop beating herself up and focus more on the positive.
Although Rory spoke with his usual sport analogies, Haleigh understood what he had been trying to say well enough. She felt relieved that she hadn't been alone in her troubles, and equally grateful for Rory's reassurance. The last week had been stressful time for all of Blackjack, current or otherwise. Putting herself down for things that were out of her control wasn't going to help Haleigh, nor was it going to help anyone else in a similar position.
There was only one issue, however. Where did she go on from here? How?
"I.. I just don't know where to start, Rory. To 'fill in the gaps', like you said. Everything is a mess right now, and I fear that I've dug myself a hole deeper than I can claw myself out of. It's... It's like the Cascades all over again. I've buried myself under it all, and although it looks like there's a clear way out, it's always seemingly out of reach."
Rory leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest.
"Well... I don't really know much about that."
Looking around his room for a moment, Rory stood up and walked over to grab a weathered baseball from his pile of equipment. He tossed it between his hands, and continued speaking. "What I do know is that if you do something you think is wrong, you apologize. Doesn't mean everything is fixed, but it's how you start. As for the rest... if you're pitching a bad game, call for a relief pitcher. Let the rest of the team go to bat for you, you know?"
Rory tossed the ball softly towards Haleigh.
"I've got your back. So does Katja, and Trev. You just need to make the call if you need help."
Catching the baseball in the air, Haleigh rolled within her palm, pondering the ball alongside what Rory had said. After a moment, Haleigh looked back to Rory, and gave the ball a light toss in his direction.
"I think I understand now." Haleigh responded, nodding. Her exhausted expression now showcased a smile. "Thank you, Rory. It means a lot to me to finally have someone to talk to. To open up to, rather than continue to simmer on it."
Rory's own infectious smile returned, catching the ball with one hand as he slapped the other on Haleigh's shoulder. "I'm here anytime... well, not anytime I guess... you know, between the gym and chores and school and all... I guess I mean you can reach out whenever." He awkwardly turned away and set the baseball on his desk, fiddling with it until it stopped trying to roll off.
Standing up from the bed, Haleigh began to make her leave towards the door. "I'll be sure to stop by again if I need to. I'll see you later, Rory."
"See ya, Halez!"
Haleigh had received her pick of house, having joined the ranks of House Canis alongside a few other students from Blackjack and the other teams. Although she had appreciated the change of scenery that was the Canis dormitory, Haleigh's mind was primarily focused elsewhere. Her thoughts were once more racked with questions that needed answering; questions she feared had been the product of her own actions. The sense of uncertainty ate away at Haleigh, and she felt just as lost as she had been the first day she stepped foot on campus.
She thought of asking Dr. Edwards for advice. But despite his position as a therapist, Haleigh felt that these were questions he wouldn't understand, just as she had believed many times before. She was just a subject to him; something to be studied rather than helped. There had been absolutely nothing Dr. Edwards could possibly do, Haleigh was certain, to help her combat the internal struggle she had been battling.
But there were others that could. Others that could grasp what she was feeling; that could maybe understand.
"Rory, are you in there?" Haleigh asked, knocking on his bedroom door. "I wanted to talk about some things, if you had the time."
The melodic music faintly heard from inside came to an abrupt halt, and rapid footsteps forewarned of the sudden opening of the door. Rory leaned one arm up against the wall and gave a short nod.
"Hey... Haleigh. Yeah, totally. Come on in, make yourself at home."
Haleigh nodded a thank you, and shut the door behind her. She hadn't gotten around to visiting Rory until just now, but his new bedroom was close to what Haleigh expected. It was sparsely decorated, with the exception of various sporting equipment and resistance bands lying around the floor that Rory quickly kicked out of her way. A moleskin notebook laid open on his desk, which he quickly walked over and slammed shut before spinning around his desk chair to take a seat.
"What's up?"
"I'm sorry to intrude like this." Haleigh responded, taking a seat on his bed. "But I've had some things on my mind that I just can't shake away. I thought... maybe you could help me figure out everything."
She paused and took a deep breath before continuing.
"I thought I had it all figured out, but I can't stop thinking about everything that has happened in the past week."
Her palms clenched her knees tightly.
"I was... angry, Rory. Angry at the world. I felt helpless when we all watched Hyperion murder Cass. Maybe... maybe I could've done something to save him, but instead I just watched it happen. I couldn't get it out of my head. I've been running from my own powers, and the one time I... I... could've used them for good, I did nothing. It led me to believe that if I could somehow use my anger against Hyperion, then perhaps we could get some semblance of justice for Cass and everyone else."
Haleigh looked away from Rory, and stared straight at the ground. Her eyes fought the urge to let loose a few emotional tears. She felt guilty for letting her anger overtake her emotions, a fact that now stood out like a sore thumb.
"...Yet all I managed to do is turn everyone against each other. Trace. Makenna. Even Iñigo. If all I do is push people away, then what hope do I have? Tell me, Rory. I couldn't save Cass. I couldn't keep Blackjack together. I can't do anything. I'm useless."
As Haleigh finished speaking, the room was filled with silence. It put Haleigh on edge. Had she said something wrong? Had she somehow offended Rory, like the others? Fortunately, Rory quickly eased her worries when he took a deep breath and promptly broke the unsettling quiet.
"I tried to copy his powers. Or anyone's really... and I got nothing. Whatever Hyperion was doing... I don't think any of us could have stopped it."
He sighed deeply, and relaxed his shoulders as he rolled his chair across the room with a well-placed desk kick, coming to a stop next to Haleigh. "I don't know if we could have done anything to save Cass' life. We were unarmed, my powers didn't work, and we didn't have a game plan. Maybe there's something we could have done... but I think it's crazy to think we could have done... well, whatever that something was."
Placing a hand on Haleigh's shoulder, Rory looked her in the eyes. "Anger isn't going to bring Cass back, or make things right with the others. But it's not a bad thing, to be angry. You should be. I was... I still am."
Rory turned his gaze to his trash can, where a crumpled up sheet of notebook paper rested. His grip on Haleigh's shoulder tightened for a moment before he let go and looked back at her.
"We're not useless because of Cass, and we're not useless because some people left the team. People need some space, you know? We all heal different... at least, that's what my aunt says. Some people need space, or a fresh start. You and me... I think we've got to be kinder to ourselves. We had a bad game... we just watch the tape and fill in the gaps. You feel me?"
'Be kinder to ourselves'. Maybe that was what she needed—to stop beating herself up and focus more on the positive.
Although Rory spoke with his usual sport analogies, Haleigh understood what he had been trying to say well enough. She felt relieved that she hadn't been alone in her troubles, and equally grateful for Rory's reassurance. The last week had been stressful time for all of Blackjack, current or otherwise. Putting herself down for things that were out of her control wasn't going to help Haleigh, nor was it going to help anyone else in a similar position.
There was only one issue, however. Where did she go on from here? How?
"I.. I just don't know where to start, Rory. To 'fill in the gaps', like you said. Everything is a mess right now, and I fear that I've dug myself a hole deeper than I can claw myself out of. It's... It's like the Cascades all over again. I've buried myself under it all, and although it looks like there's a clear way out, it's always seemingly out of reach."
Rory leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest.
"Well... I don't really know much about that."
Looking around his room for a moment, Rory stood up and walked over to grab a weathered baseball from his pile of equipment. He tossed it between his hands, and continued speaking. "What I do know is that if you do something you think is wrong, you apologize. Doesn't mean everything is fixed, but it's how you start. As for the rest... if you're pitching a bad game, call for a relief pitcher. Let the rest of the team go to bat for you, you know?"
Rory tossed the ball softly towards Haleigh.
"I've got your back. So does Katja, and Trev. You just need to make the call if you need help."
Catching the baseball in the air, Haleigh rolled within her palm, pondering the ball alongside what Rory had said. After a moment, Haleigh looked back to Rory, and gave the ball a light toss in his direction.
"I think I understand now." Haleigh responded, nodding. Her exhausted expression now showcased a smile. "Thank you, Rory. It means a lot to me to finally have someone to talk to. To open up to, rather than continue to simmer on it."
Rory's own infectious smile returned, catching the ball with one hand as he slapped the other on Haleigh's shoulder. "I'm here anytime... well, not anytime I guess... you know, between the gym and chores and school and all... I guess I mean you can reach out whenever." He awkwardly turned away and set the baseball on his desk, fiddling with it until it stopped trying to roll off.
Standing up from the bed, Haleigh began to make her leave towards the door. "I'll be sure to stop by again if I need to. I'll see you later, Rory."
"See ya, Halez!"
Location: Mess Hall (outside) - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
First Class #2.77 Fresh Start
Interaction(s): Rory @webboysurf, Efraim @Theyra & RJ @Lord Wraith (indirectly via note)
Previously: Canis
The first school day had finally arrived, her first class being Intro to Law with House Ursus' faculty representative, Elias Onassis.
She hadn't known what to expect, but by now Haleigh was ultimately prepared for anything. Although not everything was perfect or back to how it was, her pep-talk with Rory over the weekend had allowed Haleigh to get her head back into the game. A new-found confidence filled her heart, and her once unsteady thoughts were more focused than ever. She was ready to hit the ground running and stop for absolutely nothing in her way.
Being an early bird, Haleigh had been up earlier than most. The Canis dorms were eerily silent, save for the occasional faint noise that came from the commons or elsewhere. It reminded Haleigh of home in its own weird way. Her father would often leave earlier in the day, with Haleigh left home to her own devices until work or school inevitably called her away. It felt comforting, and gave some peace of mind from what had been a crazy, stressful week prior.
Sitting at the shared dining table, Haleigh finished up her cup of plain, black coffee as she gathered her belongings for the school day. An empty plate laid nearby, previously holding a hearty skillet of seasoned veggies and meat. She usually didn't make too much, but with the pep in her step Haleigh went out her way to make extra, having placed it in the dorm's fridge for the other three to eat if they so desired. Pulling from her excessive knowledge of campfire cooking so everyone could start the day energized was the least she could do to showcase "house spirit", after all.
With the final sip of coffee, Haleigh checked a nearby clock. It was still early in the morning, but she figured to head out regardless. Jotting down a quick note for the boys, Haleigh left it on the table before she washed her dishes and headed out for the day.
There is leftover skillet in the fridge for you three. It's an old Crawford camping recipe. Eat if you want. - Haleigh
Picking up her belongings, Haleigh made her way throughout the campus over towards where they were supposed to gather. The three faculty representatives were already there, and a few students followed in tow. Despite this, Haleigh didn't see any Blackjack faces among them just yet, and so she pulled out her phone, browsing her news feed of outdoor sites to kill some time until the rest of Blackjack showed up or someone addressed her.
She hadn't known what to expect, but by now Haleigh was ultimately prepared for anything. Although not everything was perfect or back to how it was, her pep-talk with Rory over the weekend had allowed Haleigh to get her head back into the game. A new-found confidence filled her heart, and her once unsteady thoughts were more focused than ever. She was ready to hit the ground running and stop for absolutely nothing in her way.
Being an early bird, Haleigh had been up earlier than most. The Canis dorms were eerily silent, save for the occasional faint noise that came from the commons or elsewhere. It reminded Haleigh of home in its own weird way. Her father would often leave earlier in the day, with Haleigh left home to her own devices until work or school inevitably called her away. It felt comforting, and gave some peace of mind from what had been a crazy, stressful week prior.
Sitting at the shared dining table, Haleigh finished up her cup of plain, black coffee as she gathered her belongings for the school day. An empty plate laid nearby, previously holding a hearty skillet of seasoned veggies and meat. She usually didn't make too much, but with the pep in her step Haleigh went out her way to make extra, having placed it in the dorm's fridge for the other three to eat if they so desired. Pulling from her excessive knowledge of campfire cooking so everyone could start the day energized was the least she could do to showcase "house spirit", after all.
With the final sip of coffee, Haleigh checked a nearby clock. It was still early in the morning, but she figured to head out regardless. Jotting down a quick note for the boys, Haleigh left it on the table before she washed her dishes and headed out for the day.
There is leftover skillet in the fridge for you three. It's an old Crawford camping recipe. Eat if you want. - Haleigh
Picking up her belongings, Haleigh made her way throughout the campus over towards where they were supposed to gather. The three faculty representatives were already there, and a few students followed in tow. Despite this, Haleigh didn't see any Blackjack faces among them just yet, and so she pulled out her phone, browsing her news feed of outdoor sites to kill some time until the rest of Blackjack showed up or someone addressed her.
If you have a calendar app of some kind (which you probably do on your phone), you could always set a reminder to make sure you have a post by X day, such as Friday/the end of the weekend.
now who will be the first person to die though
place your bets now
place your bets now
17 - Cancer - Senior - 5'2" - Sophia Lillis
"I thought that life couldn't be any shittier than it already was. I was wrong."
Appearance Details
As someone who isn't particularly interested in appearances, Jess isn't much of a standout.
Her attire often consists of anything baggy and/or with long sleeves, such as jackets and sweaters. Some of her peers have attempted to get a rise out of Jess by exclaiming that her family is poor or that she shops at the thrift store, but such words are meaningless to her. Practicality and comfort are more important to Jess than trying to impress others and buying into the next new fad that comes around.
Jess keeps her hair boyishly short, resulting from her dislike of long hair that gets in the way of everything. It once caused her to be mistaken as a boy by an elderly substitute teacher; an incident Jess has yet to live down.
Her attire often consists of anything baggy and/or with long sleeves, such as jackets and sweaters. Some of her peers have attempted to get a rise out of Jess by exclaiming that her family is poor or that she shops at the thrift store, but such words are meaningless to her. Practicality and comfort are more important to Jess than trying to impress others and buying into the next new fad that comes around.
Jess keeps her hair boyishly short, resulting from her dislike of long hair that gets in the way of everything. It once caused her to be mistaken as a boy by an elderly substitute teacher; an incident Jess has yet to live down.
Characterization
When compared to the jocks, cheerleaders and other popular kids of Stockbridge, Jessica Langbroek is rather bog standard. Both of her parents, an on-call firefighter and a late night bartender, were Alpena natives, and chose to stay local. Although she had no control over this decision, Jess felt trapped by it, being forced to grow up in the "shithole of a city" she had come to believe Alpena to be over the years.
With her parents' jobs often keeping them away from home, Jess grew into a socially awkward kid that ate plenty of cheap TV dinners and typically fell asleep to infomercials on the couch. In turn, Jess quickly found herself uninterested in making friends or trying her best in school. She did her own thing, and didn't particularly care what anyone else thought.
In a cruel twist of fate, this outlook on life likely saved Jess' life when the infection found its way into her high school. None of her classmates cared if she lived or died, making it even easier to worm her way out of the chaos without attention.
With her parents' jobs often keeping them away from home, Jess grew into a socially awkward kid that ate plenty of cheap TV dinners and typically fell asleep to infomercials on the couch. In turn, Jess quickly found herself uninterested in making friends or trying her best in school. She did her own thing, and didn't particularly care what anyone else thought.
In a cruel twist of fate, this outlook on life likely saved Jess' life when the infection found its way into her high school. None of her classmates cared if she lived or died, making it even easier to worm her way out of the chaos without attention.
Character Notes
Family:
- Allison Langbroek: Mother; works late nights bartending for extra cash. Late 30s. Fate is unknown.
- Henry Langbroek: Father; works as a firefighter. Bit of a local celebrity. Mid 40s. Probably dead as a result of his job.
Classmates:
- Aaron West: "If ego was a person, you'd have Aaron."
- Ethan Hubbard: "Seems cool, at least compared to his siblings."
- Hera González-Jones: "Too focused on the future to not be an asshole."
- Quinn Ashburn: "Don't buy into the happy-go-lucky façade."
Inventory
- Wallet, containing identification, loose change, etc.
- Backpack, filled with assorted school supplies
- Apartment keys, labeled with the number 307
- Smartphone, hand-me-down and outdated
- Backpack, filled with assorted school supplies
- Apartment keys, labeled with the number 307
- Smartphone, hand-me-down and outdated
I'm going to be dead honest here and admit that I did see this coming a mile away.
Frankly, I do enjoy writing with the cast, the setting, etc. It has honestly been fun to write, and PRCU has been one of the first roleplays in a long, long time that I've tossed post after post out on-time or earlier than required. Nevertheless, given the choice of stopping the roleplay now or continuing on until September, I am going to have to agree with the former. Writing towards a story's end is one thing, writing until we hit the inevitable chopping block is another. It takes the wind out of my sails, and I do not have any interest in continuing a roleplay that will be suddenly dropped in a few months, especially prior to any of the actual "meat" of the roleplay is represented in the story (classes, for instance).
Additionally, @webboysurf covers my other qualms with his post above. The brakes on this roleplay have been slammed repeatedly, and as of the last few weeks we've ran straight into a brick wall. Any and all momentum we might've had at this point has completely petered out while we've waited for the time skip post. I understand real life can get in the way of roleplaying, and that this is of course a hobby, but the player base was upheld to consistent deadlines. I know some people had extensions, but truthfully it does leave a sour taste in my mouth to watch everything go up in smoke after weeks of waiting for a post despite upholding my end of what is essentially a "contract".
It is what it is, though. Good luck in whatever comes next, Wraith.
Frankly, I do enjoy writing with the cast, the setting, etc. It has honestly been fun to write, and PRCU has been one of the first roleplays in a long, long time that I've tossed post after post out on-time or earlier than required. Nevertheless, given the choice of stopping the roleplay now or continuing on until September, I am going to have to agree with the former. Writing towards a story's end is one thing, writing until we hit the inevitable chopping block is another. It takes the wind out of my sails, and I do not have any interest in continuing a roleplay that will be suddenly dropped in a few months, especially prior to any of the actual "meat" of the roleplay is represented in the story (classes, for instance).
Additionally, @webboysurf covers my other qualms with his post above. The brakes on this roleplay have been slammed repeatedly, and as of the last few weeks we've ran straight into a brick wall. Any and all momentum we might've had at this point has completely petered out while we've waited for the time skip post. I understand real life can get in the way of roleplaying, and that this is of course a hobby, but the player base was upheld to consistent deadlines. I know some people had extensions, but truthfully it does leave a sour taste in my mouth to watch everything go up in smoke after weeks of waiting for a post despite upholding my end of what is essentially a "contract".
It is what it is, though. Good luck in whatever comes next, Wraith.
Hello all! I'd love to join this but I'm not going to lie I dont really know how to do the character sheet like everyone has it. Kinda stopped me from joining some RP's cuz I dont want to seem stupid. I really like zombie stuff though! If anyone wants to help me I totally have a character ready!
Click the raw button in the top right of the post box. Copy it to a google doc, PM, etc. and edit in your character's stuff.
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