Leaves

Alphabet Game

Napoleon

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✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

When will the dungeon start?

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"Ugh, are you serious?" Roman lifted his head and squinted his eyes. A beam of sunlight landed on his face from one of the open windows. The kid sat up and rubbed the gunk out of his eyes. Flipping over the blanket, he immediately made sure that no bugs climbed into his mattress.

Roman tugged on his hair and abruptly yelled into his hands. He certainly did not become satisfied with his sleep. Two more hours would have been efficient. Sleeping in the apocalypse never got easier for him. The lumpy mattress covered in dust and strange stains worked better than the cold floor. Bugs somehow would still climb on and bite him, but he could only ignore it.

Martin stood to his feet and climbed on his mattress. Dusting the blanket off, he carefully folded it and laid it on top of his deflated pillow. Stretching out his arms and yawning, he headed over to the sink in the corner. Fortunately, there was a bucket full of bathing water under the sink. Roman utilized the water to bathe his face over the sink; he made sure to get the grease out of his hair.

"Well, I wonder what the day has planned for me today," Martin smiled into the mirror and head out the door. His grumpy attitude slightly changed for the better. He heard from several townsfolk that he missed a significant radio broadcast. Knowing the radio stations usually repeat themselves, he jogged over to the center of the town to see if he could hear the message again. The boy never woke up enough on time to receive the morning show.

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Interacting with: @Soph123

A couple of guardsmen hanging along the wall peered over. Most of them were not expecting new visitors. They scratched their heads and observed the young woman on the floor. The brute men rose to a civil conversation between themselves.

"What do we do? Do we let her in?"

"We can't let the bitch in without the boss! Where the hell is he?

"He went with the others to scavenge for supplies. He should be getting here soon. She doesn't look harmless."

"That's not what I am saying. She doesn't look like a bitch, but you never know. That's not the point. The boss isn't here."

"Well, we can't just leave her out there. She's going to attract zoms to the gate."

It is possible that Honey heard everything between the men. Then again, she might not have heard anything at all. All in all, it took five minutes of standing before she finally had someone respond to her directly.

"Hey, Shrimp! Okay, we'll let you in, but you can't go wandering off. Our boss ain't here yet to initiate you. He's going to be back in like 30 minutes or so." The guy spat. After a few sounds of gears and cranks, the gate opened outwards for Honey to slip inside.

A group of men waited for her to enter the other side in case she tried anything funny.

Channel Surfers

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✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Health: 550/600 (Sleep Deprived -50)
Mana: 650
Renn: 137

Dubstepp stepped into the Inn after his successful side mission. The task proved more tedious than rewarding given the hours of standing. The kid's feet ached tremendously. Limping, he climbed into a nearby booth. The musician did not bother with sleep given person reasons. Additionally, he felt sleep would only tire him more. The sensation of a two-hour sleep would not motivate him to get out of bed.

Yawning, he laid his head on the table. Raising his hand with his elbow still glued to the table, he tried getting a waitresses' attention. He acknowledged he needed food in order to replace the lack of sleep he lacked. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to get rid of the crust in the corners. Individuals could clearly see the annoyed expression and see his sleep deprivation.

Dubstepp whispered to himself. The dialogue mostly consisted of curse words intended to those who recommended meeting in the morning. All in all, Dubstepp did not like waking up in the morning. The latest he would wake up in the morning would be 12 pm or even 1 pm. In his former life, he completed all of his work during the evening or at night. The morning and early afternoon was intended for sleeping -- according to Dubstepp.

_{Interacting with:
Nobody}

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I'll make a post soon, guys.

@HeroicSociopath, you haven't posted. I don't want you running behind on the plot or anything.

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Image link: i.imgur.com/e76jxSc.gifv
Format: Signature
Size: 600 x 200, I think this is appropriate and shares the same size as my current signature.
Text: Think of a fraction. I would like "Childish Gambino" be the numerator. Underneath will be a long line and then "Leaves"
would be the denominator.
Extra: Would you be able to make it appear behind him as he slides if off? Also, in an artist's eye, will it look appealing if it had a light blueish tint on it?
Watermark: Hmm, I can credit you somewhere else in my signature.

@Summer, thank you.

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@OptimusKel

Accepted.

An Adventurer's Calling | [Full!]

@Joker892@HokumPocus@Pumpkinbot@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Leaves@Mistory@GarlandDaHero@Lord Orgasmo

It's been almost a week since the last narrative post and no one has yet to respond. If no one is to post in 24 hours, I might label this roleplay as inactive.

That is before I consult with Poi and ask for his opinion.