Kuro

the alphabet game. lol

Elephant

Word association Game!

Eleven

why do i even remember this i haven't watched ben 10 since i was like, 10

The Lost Generation

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^{the beginning of the end, and the end of the beginning. | ♫}

TWENTY YEARS AGO, THE WORLD CAME TO A CRAWLING HALT.

You are among the first generation of a new, post-apocalyptic world. Your parents had struggled against all odds to stay alive against the infected, and as the years passed, they found each other in a close-knit community they now called home.

And there, they had you. The firstborn among the dead.

Your childhood wasn't like any other. It was a tale of survival, whether it be against the rotters or a bad harvest. All you had known growing up were the walls that surrounded you; protected you. The outside world had been a myth, with memories that you would never be able to experience.

And yet, the universe beyond the safety of the walls called out to you. You desired to walk the halls of long-forgotten buildings. To see the sights of ruined, bombed-out skyscrapers. You were certain the old world surely had to have something still left to offer; that it wasn't just the desolate and abandoned past you were always told.

Gathering up some supplies, weapons and some friends, you've decided to take the universe up on its offer. Nothing was bound to stop you—save for maybe the dead eager to rip your insides out and eat you alive.

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^{roleplay/ooc information. | ♫}

So, this roleplay is sort of a "soft-reboot" of an old roleplay concept I once helped co-GM many, many years ago. Think of this as a "coming-of-age" story, but rather than the traditional backdrop, the roleplay is set in a zombie apocalypse.

The cast in question will be between the ages of 18-20, with no character being older or younger than that range. Each character has grown up with each other, guarded by the safety of the walls that protect your community. Although I have a plot ready-to-go, I will be allowing player input to decide where this community is, and so if you have a locale in mind, please feel free to post your opinion.

Posts will be expected once a week or so. They don't have to be particularly long, but they need to be of substance. In other words, this isn't a place for one-line responses. Short responses are okay here and there, but replies such as "Jenny smiled at him." are unacceptable for this format.

Cast size for this roleplay will likely be kept small. I'm thinking no more than probably eight characters at best. This roleplay will focus more so on the cast rather than the backdrop, so I don't want to have an excessive cast that makes it difficult to focus on the smaller aspects. This in turns means that if you do plan on joining this roleplay, please do stick around for the long haul. I don't want to feed half the cast to zombies or something just because people grew bored with the roleplay.

If anyone has any questions, comments or concerns, please feel free to ask.

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^{the beginning of the end, and the end of the beginning. | ♫}

TWENTY YEARS AGO, THE WORLD CAME TO A CRAWLING HALT.

You are among the first generation of a new, post-apocalyptic world. Your parents had struggled against all odds to stay alive against the infected, and as the years passed, they found each other in a close-knit community they now called home.

And there, they had you. The firstborn among the dead.

Your childhood wasn't like any other. It was a tale of survival, whether it be against the rotters or a bad harvest. All you had known growing up were the walls that surrounded you; protected you. The outside world had been a myth, with memories that you would never be able to experience.

And yet, the universe beyond the safety of the walls called out to you. You desired to walk the halls of long-forgotten buildings. To see the sights of ruined, bombed-out skyscrapers. You were certain the old world surely had to have something still left to offer; that it wasn't just the desolate and abandoned past you were always told.

Gathering up some supplies, weapons and some friends, you've decided to take the universe up on its offer. Nothing was bound to stop you—save for maybe the dead eager to rip your insides out and eat you alive.

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^{roleplay/ooc information. | ♫}

So, this roleplay is sort of a "soft-reboot" of an old roleplay concept I once helped co-GM many, many years ago. Think of this as a "coming-of-age" story, but rather than the traditional backdrop, the roleplay is set in a zombie apocalypse.

The cast in question will be between the ages of 18-20, with no character being older or younger than that range. Each character has grown up with each other, guarded by the safety of the walls that protect your community. Although I have a plot ready-to-go, I will be allowing player input to decide where this community is, and so if you have a locale in mind, please feel free to post your opinion.

Posts will be expected once a week or so. They don't have to be particularly long, but they need to be of substance. In other words, this isn't a place for one-line responses. Short responses are okay here and there, but replies such as "Jenny smiled at him." are unacceptable for this format.

Cast size for this roleplay will likely be kept small. I'm thinking no more than probably eight characters at best. This roleplay will focus more so on the cast rather than the backdrop, so I don't want to have an excessive cast that makes it difficult to focus on the smaller aspects. This in turns means that if you do plan on joining this roleplay, please do stick around for the long haul. I don't want to feed half the cast to zombies or something just because people grew bored with the roleplay.

If anyone has any questions, comments or concerns, please feel free to ask.

What Are You Listening To?

someone lit this poor tree on fire because it's cooking with the new update music

Primality: Act 1

Paige had barely any idea on how the hell she had somehow made a ... well she wouldn't call him a friend. An acquaintance maybe? Either way, she had probably not talked this much to someone else in months. Correction, she hadn't talked to someone this much without either of them pissing each other off.

This meant that when some random blonde turned up and asked if she and her white-haired friend could sit next to them, Paige looked at them as if she had just asked her if she had ever been part of the circus.

Looking over the first woman, she took in the messy hazardly cut hair and the scars that decorated her face. It seemed like Paige and Marko hadn't been the only ones who had had a hard time with their awakenings.

Her gaze then turned to the unusually white hair coloured woman, who seemed much too put together for a school assembly. That was when Paige spotted the silent raised eyebrow as she was supposedly being studied as well.

Oh, too good for us are you now?

A derisive hmph came from Paige as she crossed her legs as if to make herself more comfortable. "I don't know, we might not be considered 'acceptable' companions for the princess here."

Marko cleared his throat awkwardly. This Paige girl was feisty. "You can sit with us here," He said quietly. "That's fine by me." He glanced at Paige, somewhat guiltily, but turned his attention quickly to the girl with the scars. He didn't need a reputation for being surly by association, so hopefully nobody would be offended if he just stayed more or less neutral. "I'm Marko." He flicked his gaze between both of the newcomers. "Nice to meet you both."

"Sarah," Sarah replied with a smile. She chose to make no comment in regards to the girl's quip as she sat beside the two, desiring to avoid adding to the already tense atmosphere. "It's nice to meet you, Marko."

She then glanced towards Elena, motioning for her roommate to come sit with them.

In turn, the white haired girl would seem to not respond for a moment, before looking at her roommate and giving a light nod of assent and sitting down alongside her. Or, well, sitting next to Sarah and thus placing herself away from Paige in the direct sense at least.

"I'm Elena. It is pleasure to meet you Marko."

She had decided to address the more polite of the two first, frankly, in lieu of trying to mildly bite her own tongue with regards to the other girl. Well...she was trying to at least. Hostile first impression, followed with a shallow jab of 'princess' to try get her to bite back or something maybe? Sheesh. Insecure much? That being said....she would back a little bit at Paige once more in the end.

"You assume much about me, by the way. Someone can be curious about someone they've just met without being judgemental or assuming about it all."

Her words ended with a light click of the tongue, mild a reaction as that was, and then Elena looked back forward and away from the other girl once more. If a picture said a thousand words, then actions spoke louder than words. And, well, maybe the hunger of needing breakfast would speak louder depending on how long this assembly took to get started. Ugh.

There was a rumbling sigh of fatigue from Marko as the new reality of this assembly began to sink in. Should he say something? Before Paige did first? His food court destroying new friend was currently in his blindspot, so he couldn't get a very good view of her expression. On the other hand, he had a perfectly clear angle on the two young women sitting to the right of him. The more posh of the two, Elena, seemed at the very least mildly annoyed.

At least Sarah was smiling. Smiles were nice, and generally indicated a lack of cattiness. There was a small, unconscious shrug of his shoulders then. Well, Paige did start it.

Marko flashed Sarah a small smile in response, the corners of his eyes creasing tiredly as he asked, "Should we share our elements? Is that a thing we're supposed to do?" There. A nice, non-contentious question. Please, let it be non-contentious.

Paige scoffed as she repositoned herself by changing her lounging legs so that she was now not facing towards the newcomers. Though that did not stop her from giving Marko a meaningful glare when he glanced back at her. Had he not see the reaction that white haired girl had to them?!

Instead she focused on ignoring the whole exchange, it was all ridiculously annoying. She had tried to protect herself and ... well she had tried to take protect herself and this was this the thanks that she got?

Though hearing the so called Elena call out Paige was suddenly trying to look over Marko's form, which to others would just look this lavender purple was peeping over the darker mountain. "You should teach yourself that lesson, I saw that bitchy eyebrow rise of yours."

As they argued, Sarah couldn't help but feel stuck. The situation continued to exacerbate, and it reminded her of her own parents. She felt a fleeting call to make an escape, as she had done many times prior when her father had been hotheaded. It was better to take cover, Sarah believed, rather than submit to the crossfire.

Nevertheless, this time, there was nowhere for Sarah to go. The auditorium had continue to fill, growing fuller by the second. Finding another place to sit—one where she wasn't sandwiched in between bickering—would be a difficult task, if not impossible. She would have to face the music, whether Sarah liked it or not.

"Look," Sarah began in attempt to mediate between Paige and her roommate. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. Why don't we try again? Marko mentioned something about our elements; we could start there."

"Fire." Marko said quickly and quietly, trying and failing to make his hulking form shrink into the bleachers as the temperature around him continued to rise. Mainly metaphorically at that, but there was a certain simmering tension that was beginning to build at the base of his skull. He was growing to be grateful for Sarah's presence.

Electing to ignore the words of a certain someone, and in trying to keep herself restrained from further comments, the white haired girl listened to Sarah as she proposed something else beyond petty bickering. Good. Not that she had set expectations for her roommate, but rather she appreciated the gesture well enough in her own mind at least. She hadn't intended to start something, but at this venture she'd do her best to keep from continuing it. All she'd done was look with a raised eyebrow for but a moment, for heaven's sake! Curiosity was no crime, nor was it an unpardonable offense. But, really, she would end it here on her part if naught else. Such was Elena's mindset on this particular matter....but as for the question Sarah had posed-

"Indeed, perhaps we have gotten off on the wrong foot. My apologies, then, for coming off initially as I did. I was simply curious if anyone else's awakening had come with other 'changes' in the process as well.

As for my element, well, it's...a tad peculiar really. It's 'Fungi'."

Hidden as best as she could from the sight of, thank goodness, Paige at least, Elena's right foot twisted slightly back and forth in a mild rythmn of uncomfortability at the mention of her own element. It still felt surreal and strange to admit, but she wanted to simply move away from what seemed to be the overt hostility of a certain other girl if possible and onto other things. Even if that meant mentioning something she was still trying to acclimate to (even if she'd been reading up to try to better understand it), admitting to her own thoughts not long ago, and pushing out an apology both still genuine yet also fueled in part by a desire to just move beyond the hostility.

As Elena spoke, Marko pressed his palms against his eyes and breathed deeply before sighing, his hands dropping into his lap. He listened to the rest of Elena's statement with a weary smile before gently nudging Paige. He didn't mean to tell anyone what to do or how to feel, but maybe that small of a gesture would encourage the girl to his right to give Elena a chance. She seemed... nice enough. Extremely aureate way of speaking, though. Marko loved reading. He appreciated someone with a rich vocabulary, but still. It was a bit much.

She wanted to bury the proverbial hatchet though, which was good. The buzzing in his brain settled into a nervous simmer as he quietly hoped for Paige to play ball. He did not need or want any drama, especially over anything petty.

Paige did not appreciate the nudge from Marko but she nevertheless relented when she heard the apology and crossed her arms, turning her gaze back to the front as she mumbled something that sounded like, "Well that's all you had to say."

Though hearing this upright girl's ability had to do with mushrooms suddenly brought her attention instantly back as she snort laughed. She looked back at the white haired woman and in her own almost apologetic way, tried to not push it further as she looked at her with a lopsided smile and jokingly asked, "So I guess your hair wasn't originally this colour either?"

Elena's foot apruptly stopped in a somewhat jarring manner at the snort laugh. It....was still a sore point for her, enough so at least by this point since it was all still rather new to her. Could still remember the bathroom that day and....everything from that day pretty well actually. It wasn't pleasant. At the same time, Elena kept casual and looked back at the other girl again before pointing a finger to her own golden eyes. This, at least, as she tried to restrain herself from asking any other unpleasant, much less visible, reactions to the reminder about her peculiar 'element'.

"Oddly enough, it was just my eyes that changed to this pure gold color of all things. Didn't learn about it until a few days later, maybe people assuming I was wearing some kind of contacts perhaps, when I finally saw myself in a mirror."

Not that looking in the mirror was her first go-to, or anyone's in the aftermath of her 'awakening'. She'd still reacted rather...vehemently in the aftermath though. Initially that is.

"But if I may ask, was it just hair color in your case, or did your eyes change as well?"

A scoffing laugh came from Paige, "No, my hair and eyes decided they both needed to get in on the action. Just had to let the world know."

When the colour change originally happened she hated all of it. Hated the way it loudly announced that there was something wrong with her, that she was a primalist. Though after a couple of months she became to deal in her own way and now loudly showed off the same purple colour she had once been so bitter about. If she was going to be a freak, she might as well live with it with pride instead of cowering at everyone's glances.

A soft smile crested across Sarah's face. Pleased that Paige and Elena seemed to be getting along now, she chose to speak up.

"Well, I think it looks great on you," She replied, looking in Paige's direction. Pointing a finger to her face, in particular the fern-like figure that ran down her face and further down her body, Sarah continued. "My ability left me with this scarring. A Lichtenberg figure, I read online. Most Lichtenbergs are said to disappear in a few days, though mine seems to be... more permanent. I think I've come to terms with it, though. It's a part of me now, after all—ugly or not, the scar is now something that makes me, well, me. It's not something I can simply change."

The lights in the auditorium began to dim, bringing attention to the stage in front of all the students. A large man with graying hair walked onto the stage from beyond the curtains, and took a stand at the central podium.

"It appears that they're finally ready to begin," Sarah said, shifting in her seat to watch up front. "Shall we?"

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_{why are you looking here}

Location: Wolkwitz Auditorium, Merryweather Institute

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It was time for the introductory speech to commence. Adjusting his shirt collar, the headmaster stepped out from beyond the curtain, and approached the podium that had been carefully positioned at the center of the stage.

"Ahem," The headmaster cleared his throat, and began to speak with a booming voice that commanded the auditorium to his presence. "My name is James Buchanan, although most of you might better know me as the headmaster of this fine school. Please allow me to be the first to welcome each and all of you to the halls of the Institute."

Looking around the auditorium, James took a glimpse at this year's students. Some seemed bored, others nervous or even somewhat annoyed—something he had expected from a bunch of fresh primalists.

"I will not sugarcoat it for you. It is a turbulent time for primalists." James spoke, refusing to mince his address to the students, "Some of you may have heard of the Hialeah riots, wherein the primalist Emmanuel Sanz had been murdered. You may have witnessed the anti-primalist protests in many major cities across the country—something those in power, such as Senator Parker and Michael Atkins, the Republican nominee for the presidential race, push in their call for anti-primalist legislature to be made into law."

James held a brief pause before he continued to speak.

"These reasons are why this school exists. They are why you're here. Lucius Merryweather gifted these very halls so that we may convince the world that we are not something to be eradicated out of fear and distrust. We must be the spark to extinguish the flame, as did those of old who joined forces to stop Thälmann in his destruction of Europe."

Behind James, a group walked out from the curtain wall and stood next to him. James briefly turned to his colleagues, motioning with his hand the assembly's attention in their direction. "In order to properly teach each and everyone of you, we have established a system. The men and women that stand beside me will be in charge of ensuring your success at Merryweather. Each of my colleagues has a list of students that are to gather at a destination of their choosing after this meeting commences. If your name is called, you may leave the auditorium for your counselor's requested location."

"With that, I leave the floor to them." James finished, stepping back from the podium to allow the first of many to move forward.

Once James was out of the way, a series of men and women stepped forth. A woman of Asian descent wearing large, hooped earrings. An elderly man with a horseshoe hairline. More and more went by when finally a glasses-wearing burnette approached the podium to announce those who would be under her wing for their time at Merryweather.

"My name is Natascha Petrovna," She announced to the crowd that still remained. Reading off a paper, she began to announce a series of names that included, but were not limited to: "Paige Henderson, Elena Jäger, Robin Lee, Vinegar Lilianne, Emiliano Palminteri, Sarah Parker, Johnathan Quinn, Austen Reece, Samuel Tavares, Marko Valdi, and finally Conner Waters. If I have called your name, please gather at the arena near the auditorium. I will be awaiting your presence there."

Dismissing the students she had called, Natasha took her leave for the arena as the next in-line began to read out their own list of names.

wayward. -- a midwestern sol roleplay

Early bump before i leave work

What Are You Listening To?

wayward. -- a midwestern sol roleplay

fuck it we ball

wayward. -- a midwestern sol roleplay

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_{Posting Expectations: Casual, Multi-Para
Genre(s): Modern, School, Slice of Life
Discord: On Approval
Players: Variable}

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^{wayward: a roleplay synopsis. | ♫}

"Fightin' Hares, let's make this year one of the best!"

You had heard the speech over and over again. It had been the same every year, even now in your senior year of high school. Despite the happy-go-lucky facade, however, you and your classmates knew the truth—Hvass sucked. Hvass wasn't a place where dreams were born, it was a place where dreams went to die.

Everyone wanted out; to find somewhere they could make it big. Nonetheless, Hvass seemingly had no plans to let go of the hold it had on people. It was a trash town, with trash people and trash culture, and you were bound to die here just like everyone else that came before you.

At least all you had left was one more year with these chucklefucks. One final year dealing with all the morons and idiots until you all inevitably fucked off to do your own thing, never caring to see each other again. It was slated to be a long school year, but luckily, you had something to look forward to this time.

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^{hvass, illinois: a lengthy history. | ♫}

Hvass, Illinois is a deadbeat town with a storied history.

The midwestern town dates back to the early 19th century, wherein it was founded by Scandinavian immigrants that had made the journey to the United States following upheaval and strife back home. Although the original settlers included Swedes, Norwegians and even some Finnish, much of old Hvass had been built up by the Danish that preferred to settle in urban societies, in turn giving the town a strong Danish influence that persists even today.

When the drums of war came for the United States in the 1860s, splintering the country into Union and Dixie, the Scandinavians of Hvass had been eager to join the side of Lincoln. It was common among American Scandinavians to hold anti-slavery, pro-Lincoln sentiments, and Hvass was no different. Many Hvassites volunteered for military service in droves, in particular the Swedish population that inhabited the outskirt farmlands. A plaque outside the Hvass community center, dedicated in 1957, honors those who died serving the Union cause.

Despite the town's roots primarily as a farming town, Hvass saw a boom in both population and wealth upon the turn of the twentieth century. It, like many other meager Illinois towns at the time, had heavily invested in coal mining, factory work, etc. that carried over into the next century. Local historians consider this the golden era of Hvass, with the city's population pushing forty-odd thousand at its peak as it competed with other Central Illinois metropolitan areas such as Peoria, Springfield, Bloomington-Normal and Decatur. By the end of the World Wars, and eventually the Illinois exodus that begun in the 1970s, however, much of the prosperity Hvass had enjoyed disappeared, leaving empty, worn buildings behind as the locals left for greener pastures—a trend that still continues to this day.

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^{the locales: trashy homes and rundown buildings. | ♫}

Though the city of Hvass has changed much since its founding, it has retained four main yet unofficial districts that separate the city into segments. These districts are the following: Downtown, the Southside Industrial Zone, the Neighborhoods, and the Hvass Business Complex. Down below, you can find specific information relating to each individual zone, along with some locations scattered within them.

SOUTHSIDE INDUSTRY ZONE:

Located in the southside of town, this place is where most of Hvass' industry is located. Originally a railway depot, it has since included other businesses such as a paper mill, ethanol plant, and more. The Southside district does have some houses and apartments, but those who live here tend to be among the poorest. No one lives here unless they have to, especially because of the ethanol stench and smog that blocks out any clear air.

DOWNTOWN:

The center of Hvass, the downtown is a shadow of its former self. Most of the original downtown still remains, yet the buildings are largely empty and abandoned of any sort of business. The few businesses that do exist are incredibly local, and the town council is invested in ensuring the remaining places don't fold and stay put in Hvass. If you're looking for the city's offices, this is where they're primarily located, along with town hall, the community center, post office and other important city buildings.

BUSINESS COMPLEX:

Directly east of Hvass' core, the Complex has seen much development, if not the only development in Hvass in recent years. In an attempt to draw large corporations and other businesses to Hvass and invest into the local economy, the city has sold off acres of old farmland for development. If you're looking to shop, grab a bite to eat or just looking for something to do, then the Complex is probably your best bet.

NEIGHBORHOODS:

Most of Hvass' neighborhoods are primarily located to the north, having formed around the large, aging houses built back when Hvass was focused around farmland. Those who live in these houses are what you would call "midwest rich", so if you don't come from some sort of wealth, you probably live in a neighborhood with smaller, average-sized homes that had been built mostly in early-to-mid 1900s. This is also where the city's schools are located, along with a number of parks and other greenery places.

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^{the rules of the roost. | ♫}

If you plan on joining this roleplay, there are a few rules set in place that need to be followed. These rules are liable to be added to or changed as necessary, so please keep an eye out for any future updates.

• Standard site rules apply, just like they would anywhere else on RPG
• The roleplay will require at least once a week, preferably
• Character limit is two characters maximum per player
• Applicant-based, this is not a first-come, first-serve roleplay
• Real-life FCs only; no anime, art, etc.

For those who have any questions or comments, feel free to ask anything that's on your mind. I'll try to help/answer the best I can.