Leaves

Alphabet Game

Rogue

One Piece: New Horizons!

@floodtalon@Old Amsterdam@Demon Shinobi@Leaves@BCTheEntity@Spiffy@yoshua171 Basically everyone that isn't Gard, we're now at the 7 day mark since the last GM update and only one person has posted. This makes me a saaaaaad panda. But t's the holiday season, so I get it. Now I know Spiffy and Yosh have both said probably Tuesday will be when they can post, so that's that. OA wants to wait for some others to post, ok. Aaaand BC has said that he's waiting for Leaves because what goes on with Feya will determine what Dirk does. That's everything that I recall from what people have said to me, so if anybody else has anything else to tell me, please inform me of your status. I would be most appreciative.

@ProPro

@BCTheEntity

My character is in the water. I have yet to decide to make her unconscious or just injured. I was trying to reflect on everybody else's post to determine her state. I guess given how the posting process is going, I'll just have her swim around.

Word association Game!

Thic

You can't say that in public!!!

My girlfriend called me a pedophile. I said that's a pretty big word for a 5-year old.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Health: 800
Mana: 1200
Renn: 688
STATs Tree:

[+]

Health: 8
Mana: 12
Strength: 6
Agility: 9
Intelligence: 10

Totoro
Health: 550/700
Mana: 000/100
STATs Tree:

[+]

Health: 7
Mana: 1
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Intelligence: 1

Dubstepp scratched his head once the red-haired woman responded. He gave a slight chuckle before answering her question despite it possibly being rhetorical. "All he does is eat. I'm pretty sure he has three stomachs," he joked.

Dubstepp noticed her beverage of choice. He kept a mental note of that. Usually, you can get an idea of a person by what they are drinking. This woman most likely enjoyed herself. Even then, she ended up coming with an empty beer and a full one. Dubstepp took a few swigs of his ale. After swallowing, he couldn't contain a smile. "A convention, huh? I hope you are talking about the giant rabbit and not me." He teased.

His eyes rolled to the ceiling as he listened to the woman's name. "Chari? That sounds appropriate for a red-hair." Taking a spoonful of pot pie, he quickly bit it to give out his name. "You probably heard my name before. It's a regular noun. My name is Dubstepp. I tend to drop jokes like I drop bass." He grinned.

Dubstepp looked out of the booth and saluted Aster as he left. "I don't know that woman enough to tell you if that was weird of her or not. All I know is that...she's female." Dubstepp shrugged, commenting on how Aster directed part of the conversation to Chari. Dubstepp took a few more bites of his meal. Totoro let out a burp after finishing his food.

_{Interacting with:
@Haruhi43}

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

Roman cringed, his shoulders sank low when the sheriff told him to shut up. The kid did have the tendency to ramble. He was still learning how to behave in most situations. Unlike everyone else in the room, he was probably the most immature. Roman tugged on the collar of his shirt nervously. He didn't feel as though the woman should be receiving such treatment. Roman only had negative scenarios planned out in his mind.

In one second, she will lunge and sink her teeth into Nunchuck's neck. Boom! Pallet town is horribly fucked. Roman crossed his arms and kept staring at the exchange. He watched Nunchuks return to his feet and put two fingers to his head. "That's a weird salute. I wonder what he means OHMYGOD!" Roman's arms broke out and hanged next to his hips.

The boy couldn't fathom what had happened. Everything occurred so quickly. He witnessed a soldier plant a bullet in the back of the woman's head-- execution style. His hands reached his face, he could feel goosebumps start to appear all over his body. He lifted his head up and stared at the ceiling. "I can't look or I'm probably going to throw up. I can't look, nuh-uh."

Curiosity got the best of him and he peeked at the floorboard. He could see the woman's head opened up, exposing a large portion of her brain. Blood trickled from the wound. Roman held his hand over his mouth; he gagged for a while trying to control his reflexes. His body flung back and forth as his gagging continued. With some determination, Roman helped himself to calm down and not puke.

Roman settled down and took a few breaths. He listened to the sheriff elaborate more on the situation. The guy could definitely talk. Though having a logical reasoning, the guy still came off as an asshole. Roman blamed it on his young age given he must hate those with an authoritative figure. "Scooby-Doo gang? I mean, I guess? I just--Wow, this is not what I woke up expecting." The boy admitted.

He thought more promptly about the situation. It was horrible to think that he along with the three others were prime suspects in a murder. If that was true, what would happen if they did not find the actual murderers or murderer? Would they be executed the same like the waitress on the floorboard? Roman sighed, "If we manage to do this, can we leave the town whenever we want?"

Roman held onto his mouth, he wasn't sure what came over to him to start negotiating. He did not like staying inside the walls at all times. Even then, the news about The End certainly kept him in high hopes. Roman piped down and looked at everyone else's reactions. The spider-woman sent shivers down Roman's spine; her question regarding the possible death of the murder really put Roman on the edge. She probably did not seem like hugging type of girl.

Roman then saw the two other individuals speak. The normal-looking girl spoke first. She mentioned her name as this was her first day in Pallet Town. "Wow, this must be a horrible first day for you. So why do they call you Honey? Is it because your ass is so sweet?" Roman's eyes opened wide when he suddenly heard what he said out loud. Clapping his hands together, he apologized quickly.

"Sorry, sorry. Anyone-next? Jonathan-already-went, I-met-him-before. Crazy-guy. So-I-guess-I-will-go. My-name-is-Roman-Martin-Presley. I'm kind-of-a-huge-deal. Nice-to-meet-you-all. I-also-call-dibs-on-being-Fred." ROman spoke quickly and resumed his rambling. This was his poor piss attempt at trying to cover up his last remark concerning Honey's physical features.

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Interacting with: @OptimusKel@LemonZest1337@Soph123@Polaris North

Nunchucks stroked his bead and observed the party's reactions. They responded differently toward the woman biting the bullet, his monologue, and to each other. His eyes kept bouncing from one side to the other. It was almost like he studied everyone. Clearing his throat, he started addressing their responses. Some of them had questions while others--made too much noise for one person.

"Boy, you are the definition of featherweight," the sheriff growled. It was difficult to say where he was at with the young kid. He watched as the boy squirmed and gagged once his eyes met the woman's warm corpse. Nunchucks couldn't tell if the kid was amusing or just annoying. Jerking his head over to the spider-woman, he appreciated her response. Though he thought she almost seemed disgusted by the nature of the execution, Nunchucks heard her spoke.

She asked if killing the culprit was acceptable. Nunchucks released a soft chuckle. "Miss Spider, I don't care if you cut them up, put them between two slices of stale bread, marinated with mustard, and feed them to a rabid zombie. I just want them gone." His hands folded together to demonstrate a sandwich. He then held out his hands out. "But might I say, you have some serious bowling-size female balls. Probably more than some of these men that work for me." The sheriff laid out a compliment followed by some awkward coughing from the soldiers. They did not know who he was referring to; they immediately stood up with their backs straight and chests out.

The one wearing a mask did not move a muscle. There was no flinch in his arms or legs. Nunchucks could not even see the man's facial features because of the damn helmet. When the masked man spoke, a robotic voice emanated. The sheriff wanted to believe that beneath the mask and under the generated voice, that the man was freaking out. Maybe his face was wrinkled up and his voice started cracking? This was not the case though. Nunchucks knew that this man had probably seen some shit.

Afterwards, all of the party members began introducing themselves. Nunchucks leaned back once the greetings began; he could not help trying to doubt them. First, the new girl spoke followed by the calm-collected individual sporting the mask. Then the boy spoke. He definitely put both feet way down his throat. First was verbal harassment that resulted in only more rambling. Nunchucks then made his decision. This kid was in fact annoying. "Kid, what the hell is wrong with you? Where is your mother?"

"My-mother-is-dead."

"Alright, guys. I'm going to make my leave. I have other things to attend," he walked backwards to the door. "Go ahead and keep catching up. You guys have about 3 days to find the culprit." He turned around and pushed the door with his right hand. A little crack opened. "By the way, before I forget, I ignored you the first time, but it's a deal. If you guys can find me the murderer, I will let you guys leave and enter whenever." He grinned and answered Roman's question.

He nodded at the soldier who brought Olvia inside for the body. "Nice to have you working." He smiled at the woman. "Whenever you're done, maybe I have some more work for you." He mentioned.

As he walked outside, he was bombarded by several of the townsfolk. He calmed them down, explaining himself and what occurred before. Nunchucks thought about the party. He still considered them suspects. "That spider-chick and Jonathan seem way too comfortable with murder. Even the spider-chick suggested killing the culprit. Meanwhile, the kid said he met Jonathan before. So they aren't all strangers."

Channel Surfers (Updating Always, Always Accepting)

@Loki Odinson

Posted. Tell me your opinion on how I start revealing the introduction of the said "movie" or "channel." I might use the same formula more or less for the rest of the channels.

Channel Surfers (Updating Always, Always Accepting)

Terry Robbins chose not to sit during the screening of the program. His back was against the wall; he attempted to look cool to impress some of the partygoers. Even then, he hoped a woman would talk to him. The guy happened to always be too awkward to initiate the conversation. Terry attempted to get it off of his mind; however, his current mindset kept distracting him from the ongoing program.

He sighed and wished he would have stayed at home. It was surprising how he was even invited. It probably was a given that it was a mistake or his invitation was meant for someone else. Terry relaxed and glued his eyes to the monitor; he grudgingly managed to forget his worries and focus on the reason he came: for the season premiere.

His thought process and overall comfortableness immediately broke. Out of nowhere, the television started pulling people in the front. One by one, Terry watched as they got sucked into the box. Rubbing his eyes, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Looking at the door and other exits, Terry began making his move toward them. But like the others, Terry’s feet lifted off the ground. His entire body became paralyzed with fear as it soared through the television.

Terry Robbins dropped onto the wooden floor of the saloon. He frantically picked himself and tried making out what had happened. Holding onto his head, he wiped the beads of sweat off of his forehead. His legs shook slightly, he even put his arms up in a defensive stance. There remained a chance that Terry might get attacked. Looking around, it appeared everyone else had their own way of coping with this disaster.

People broke out into arguments and fist-fights. This put Terry on the edge as he tried to piece a solution together. Even then, he figured he should just butt out and let everyone deal with the situation in their own way. Not long, Terry’s brainstorming was interrupted by the brief monologue from the lone television set in the corner. The young adult’s ears twitched as he listened to the words of the woman.

When the explanation ended, Terry combed his fingers through his blonde hair. The entirety of the situation seemed like a surreal dream, but this was all too real. Listening to the others, Terry’s heart raced. Then he heard some convincing words from an Asian male.

"What? Do you all really want to be stuck here until you starve to death or worse? Look on the bright side. That lady said this is the first channel, yeah? So one down, a hundred to go. One step closer to getting home."

Terry thought about what the man was implying. His positivity confused Terry and made him wonder if he too can become just as positive. The entire ordeal did not look well; however, someone had to do something. Terry closed his eyes momentarily and opened them back up. Taking a few steps forward, he started approaching the portal.

Once he stepped closer, he could hear a soft, humming sound. Leaning his head forward, he heard more sounds similar to cars and people talking. Terry gulped and looked back at the others. ”I’ll be one of the first. If I do get out of here, I will bring help.” Terry honestly wanted to look like a hero. He closed his eyes as he jumped into the dimensional hole. Other people did the same.

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All the individuals that dared to jump in the portal found themselves in an entirely new environment. Despite the current situation, things seemed less grim. The portal led to a livelier area. Strangely, it did not feel like they were recently absorbed in a television. The world around them was similar to their own.

Everyone stood on cracked concrete, they could barely hear themselves over the noises in the vicinity. The area was packed with people trying to get to one place to the other. Those who did not come from the portal were dressed in business attire. Others had casual clothing on them. Some individuals sat near a wall asking for a change.

Some of the partygoers tried talking to these people and asked for their assistance. They mentioned entering a television and being held hostage. The people of this world merely ignored their troubles or became frightened by them; some of them deemed the players crazy. Within seconds, any chance of conversation disappeared as loud, humming noise could be heard. The sound was faint, but became louder in variation.

After some pushing, the partygoers cut through the crowd and found a subway entrance. One of the trains was coming to an arrival. The engine growled louder as it came to complete stop from the dark tunnels. People started cramming into the subway train like sardines in a can. The area was growing more empty thanks to it.

With fewer people, the partygoers were able to look around more. The ceiling was made of concrete which did convince them that they were underground. Only a few moments after, the people inside the train began pouring out. They screamed out loud with their hands in the air. Their entire motivation was getting the hell out of the subway tunnels.

The partygoers were powerless to stop them. They moved as one giant unit; the mob pushed almost everyone out of the subway tunnels. Up the stairs and outside, the players found the world bigger than they thought. The sun in the sky beamed down on the channelers. Sounds of people walking the streets mixed in with the noise pollution.

By further inspection, the style of the buildings and the multiple taxi cabs told the partygoers that they were in a virtual New York City. Some of the players attempted to guess exactly what show or movie they walked into. They then tried to attempt communication with the people that escaped the tunnels.

Most of them shook in fear and just continued walking in a different direction. Before anyone could say anything, transparent apparitions in a light green glow flew out of the exit. People screamed in fear and yelled out, “Ghosts!”

Suddenly, everyone involved in the game could hear a familiar tune.

Comedy/Sci-Fi/Fantasy

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>> Defend the Bridge

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Nobody is waiting on me, right?