Kuro

Ju-V

Kuropatkova

I will be seeing you in court, Zold.

Test thing

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In a small office room, a tripod-mounted camera is pointed across from a chair. A brunette woman presses record, and sits down in the chair to speak to the camera.

My name is Karen Byrne. I am—or, rather, was—a ranger at Cuyahoga Valley National Park.

The Park Service had prepared us for all sorts of emergencies as part of our training. When the outbreak had reached the park, though, it had quickly became clear that we were woefully underprepared.

At the beginning, the incident had started out small. We had received reports that a visitor was reported to be acting out and aggressive to some of the park's other visitors near Brandywine. As procedure dictated, we were supposed to remove him from the premises, which wasn't something we didn't have to do often. Yet when some of us went to address the situation, several other sectors of the park began to report similar occurrences to that of the Brandywine visitor, as if madness had suddenly taken Cuyahoga by storm. Like a wildfire.

Let me ask you something: do you know how difficult it is to keep thousands of visitors scattered over thirty-three thousand acres from panicking all at once? We couldn't. Our resources were stretched thin. We had lost any hope of control over the situation the second the bloodbath started in the Valley.

I don't know how many guests or my fellow coworkers made it out. Some of them... Some of them had been devoured alive right before my own eyes. And then... they would get up, as if nothing had happened.

Now, zombies shouldn't exist outside of fiction, but I know damn well what I saw. It shouldn't be physically possible for any living thing to get back up after their insides had just been violently ripped out and feasted upon. The resulting pain and blood loss should've killed them almost instantly.

But it did happen, and people died because of it.

That... That was some months ago. As far as I am aware, I am the last of the Cuyahoga Valley rangers. I probably should've left the park long ago, but a few guests had holed up with me, and I feel it is still my responsibility to ensure their safety. But perhaps it is better to stay in Cuyahoga, if what those who have sought refuge here from outside Cuyahoga say is true. That places such as Cleveland and Akron are much, much worse than it is here. If that is the case, then staying in Cuyahoga is likely our best chance at staying alive.

Whatever we decide, I just hope that we can make it through the winter.

Standing up from the chair, the woman walks across the room and over to the camera. Upon the park ranger pressing the stop button, the video recording comes to a sudden end.

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'ello, everyone.

This roleplay idea is a slight twist on an old roleplay I had done several years back on the Guild that takes place in a collaborative apocalyptic setting between @mickilennial and I. Rather than focus the roleplay on escaping a small town, however, I wanted to try something different by taking inspiration from my own character and have the cast be tested against the elements along with the undead out in the great outdoors. If something such as that happens to interest you, then please let me know. Once I get enough people, I'll move along with setting things up.

Ju-V

Going to throw this here in case anyone hasn't caught it yet and/or for those who aren't in the discord: Hound plans on starting up this game in about one week on "the 21st, 23:59 EST". I'm certain he'll be accepting sheets after that date, but personally I would make sure that you get your sheets in by then so you don't feel like you're being left behind if that matters anything to you.

Hey hey :)

Welcome to the guild, @Harrington.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Waiting, just waiting

What Are You Listening To?

Mahz's Dev Journal

@Ambra They have been doing that, though. The issue is that Mahz is the only one who can actually grant that privilege, and historically he has been of the opinion that he doesn't want to give back door privileges.

All anyone can really do, both mod and member-wise, is wait for Mahz to come back or see what Legend might be able to push without needing Mahz. Like the chrome plug-in, for instance.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

It had been a cold, wintery night. The ground was blanketed by soft snow, which still fell from the sky at an easy pace. Streetlights reflected off the pearly white color, brightening the neighborhood street from out of the darkness. Across one, specific house, a car came to a slow and parked against the curb.

Stepping out of the car, Adelyn Crawford leaned against the side of the vehicle. Her hands were stuffed in her coat pockets, and the icy cold froze her cheeks. Nonetheless, Adelyn deliberately chose to ignore the freezing weather; the only thought in her head was that of the people, in their house, across the street.

They were safe and sound. They were warm. They were her family.

Adelyn wanted nothing more than to walk right inside the front door. She wanted to tell Jonathan, her husband, that she had been held up at work. She wanted to watch little Haleigh, her daughter, stumble-walk in excitement that her mother was home. But Adelyn couldn't. Not now, nor likely ever again. Things were different now despite how much it had pained her to come to terms with that. She couldn't put her family at risk and in harm's way by staying here.

Maybe she was a fool for falling in love whilst undercover. Perhaps she should've ignored Jonathan and continued on like nothing happened. But each time Adelyn beat herself up over it, the happy faces of her family pushed their way to the forefront. Each little memory replayed in her head, and Adelyn had to fight the urge to not breakdown where she stood; her heart hanging heavy at all the memories she would miss in the future.

Adelyn took a deep breath to compose herself. She needed to get going before someone noticed her.

Forcing her feet to move, Adelyn climbed back into the car. She paused, staring out into the dark street whilst her hands sat unsteady as they held the steering wheel. She didn't want to leave, but she had to.

We'll see each other again someday. Adelyn thought, shedding a tear as she shifted the car into gear.

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_{Location: Mess Hall (outside) - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

First Class #2.84 Chef Haleigh?

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_{Interaction(s): Efraim @Theyra}

Previously: Fresh Start

Haleigh looked up from her phone to the person speaking to her.

"Sure, I don't mind."

The person in question had been one of Firebird's—Efraim Tenorio, one of her three new dorm mates. There hadn't been much that Haleigh actually knew about him, to be honest. They had chosen the same house and had met over the weekend, but being on different teams left much to be discovered. Still, from the little they talked, Efraim seemed nice enough, and she didn't mind passing time with him while they waited for everyone else to gather outside the mess hall.

Closing her phone, Haleigh slid it back in her pocket and turned to Efraim.

"So, how did you like breakfast? I hope it turned out right. I don't usually cook on a stove. I mean, at least not an electric stove like the ones in our dorms. I was always been out and about helping to teach outdoor classes or acting as a trail guide, so I had grown used to cooking directly over fire, or if I had it, a portable butane stove."

Oh no, Haleigh, there you went again, rambling on about camping and the outdoors. Any time the opportunity came up she just couldn't help herself. It had happened at the campsite, when she tried showing her know-how to everyone... only to nearly have a meltdown when she realized that the school had taken out all the fun and hard-earned effort that came with setting up your own tent and campground. What was the point in going camping if you were going to not put the work in?

At least the school couldn't ruin her family's camping recipes on top of everything. Or so Haleigh hoped. The meal seemed fine to her, but she hadn't heard from the boys as to whether or not they liked it or not.

"If you guys want, I can always handle the meal plan while you guys help cover the other chores that need doing. I'd have to check in with Rory first, though. Given that he is certainly all into sports and exercise, I'm not entirely sure if he keeps to a special diet or limits his intake of certain things."

Shelter: A Zombie Survival Story

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JESSICA HAD NEVER SEEN SUCH VIOLENCE BEFORE.

The auditorium carnage was still fresh in her mind. Though it had been two hours since, the incident nonetheless had been an unshakeable thought, and the events in the auditorium replayed on continuous loop.

Classmates pleading for help as their peers ripped them apart. Friends thrown to the ground by students focused on saving their own skin. The gory massacre horrified Jess, whose heart refused to still and nearly pounded out of her chest. There were people she disliked or didn't particularly care for, but even the dipshits of Stockbridge didn't deserve to be devoured alive by bloodthirsty, cannibalistic monsters. No one deserved a fate like that.

She had been wise to back away from the crowd when the first infected show signs of turning. It seemed sensible at the time, to not run towards the direction of a person who had clearly gone insane and was now actively trying to cannibalize others. But as Jess had backed herself tightly against a wall, eyes wide at the chaos taking place before her, there had been only one, singular thought rattling around in her head.

What the fuck?

By the grace of God, or in actuality by pure, dumb luck, Jess had managed to escape in one piece, having fled to a classroom; Mr. Potter's, by the looks of it. There had been a couple of her peers alongside her—mostly kids that stood on the top end of the the Stockbridge totem pole. Nonetheless, Jess hadn't particularly cared who at the moment, perhaps more so than usual as she sat exhausted on the cold, classroom floor. She was just glad that they weren't currently surrounded by zombified freaks eager to eat everyone in the room whole. Just being alive had been good enough for Jess for the time being.

Pulling out her phone from her coat pocket, Jess' thoughts shifted to her parents. She contemplated sending out a SOS message; perhaps her father could rescue them. After all, he had been trained to respond to and handle dangerous emergencies, although the walking undead were probably well above his paygrade. Still, at the very least he might've known who to get help from or what to do, both of which their makeshift, merry band of survivors were in dire need of.

As Jess tapped the messenger app, however, her hopes of any potential rescue began to shatter before her own eyes. It had been some time since either parent responded in the family's group chat, and the only recent messages had still been Jess' unanswered wall of text that she had generated over the last few days of quarantine lockdown. Would they even see this message? Would she and her classmates still be alive by the time they did?

Jess didn't know. She didn't even know how bad, if at all, it was outside the school. But, fuck, she didn't know exactly what to do right now either. If anything at least sounded worth a shot, it had to be this.

<sub>Jess:
everyone has gone crazy. people are eating each other

Jess:
trapped in a classroom with some others. we're unable to leave. please send help</sub>

Blankly staring at the messenger screen, Jess paused before quickly typing one more message onto her phone.

_{Jess:
i miss you guys}

Sliding her phone back into her pocket, Jess wondered if her parents would even believe her. To the average person, zombies simply didn't exist. Anyone with a rational train of thought would have easily taken her with a grain of salt as if she was instead talking about a movie or some survival horror game. Jess would've been among them, but that had been before she saw her teachers and classmates being violently ripped to shreds by those very same fictional creatures. Hopefully, if her parents did receive her message, they'd at least take concern to what sounded more like a joke text, if anything.

Yet even with that miniscule shred of hope, Jess still had her doubts. Very strong doubts. Her parents hadn't responded then, so who knew if they were going to respond now that they were actively in need of help during an emergency.

"I'd imagine it means that those who got out have managed to hide," Jess responded, finally looking up at the others now that someone had broken the silence. "Or that everyone else got ripped apart."

That probably hadn't been best choice of words to use, but Jess was beyond caring and desired to speak realistically.

"And unless we intend to join them, we're going to need a way out. Any ideas?"

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Interaction(s): Hera @mickilennial + Everyone Else

OBLIVION

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"I-I'm fine. Been through worse." Anni stammered out in response to Ivy's concerns. Still, no matter how convincing she tried to be, there was a clear hesitance in her voice; that she hadn't been entirely telling the truth. Her body hurt like hell, and walking on her own two feet seemed like an impossible feat right now. She definitely wasn't okay by any means, as Ivy had noticed seconds earlier. Despite that, however, Anni knew she needed to press on through the pain. Not only for her own sake, but also for her former classmates'. They needed get out of this together, and in one piece. Thankfully, she was able to breathe a sigh of relief as her prayers were soon answered. Hanna was breathing. She was alive. Yet just as Anni thought they had a chance to recuperate, the night began to take a "supernatural" turn once more. "Look, I don't know what the fuck is going on," Anni exclaimed, clearly freaked out by the fact that Ivy's eyes were actively glowing, albeit momentarily. The sound of approaching sirens added even more urgency to her voice. "But I'm not sticking around to find out." Looking around, Anni tried to spot CJ or Lucas in the darkness. She hadn't seen them yet, and they couldn't leave them behind. Before she could see either of them, however, Lucas called out from the shadows. Apparently they must've made it to the car, at least from the direction of his voice. Anni glanced at the other women. On top of her own injuries, her peers all had their own varying painful wounds to deal with. Jack's leg looked horrible. Hanna seemed to be struggling with her own wounds. And Ivy? Hell if Anni even had a clue as to what was wrong with her. By appearances, however, Ivy probably could walk out on her own, while Jack might need some help getting out of here. But Hanna? Were they supposed to lift Hanna to safety? Or were they not supposed to move her, just in case she had some unknown injury they weren't aware of? Anni had no idea how to proceed, save for getting the fuck out of here. After all, she wasn't some paramedic ready to treat people who had just somehow survived an explosion. "U-Uh... Fuck, I don't know! Maybe? Probably?!" She shouted back at Lucas, hoping that he might have a clue as to what to do. Or Jack. Or CJ. Or Hanna. Or Ivy. Fucking someone, for Christ's sake. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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