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2 yrs ago
Current The outdoors be like: "This mf forgot his Zyrtec, get his ass!"
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2 yrs ago
At last, the correct amount of garlic 🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄
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2 yrs ago
I have consumed far to much garlic bread. My hubris has doomed me once again.
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2 yrs ago
It's either: sleep is for the weak, or sleep FOR a week.
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2 yrs ago
Pink Starburst gang, wya?
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"No one can escape the fate given to them.
All that remains is the end, where you will all perish.
Eternal greatness exists only within myself.
Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished."


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Monica sat and waited. It had been over three hours since the group was supposed to return. She assumed the worst. Suddenly, the sounds of rapid gunfire erupted from some somewhere close by. Looking through a nearby window, she saw figures erupting gunfire from an automatic rifle through the door of a house. Dear god, what had this place come to? She wanted to investigate. She simply HAD to know what was going on. But she knew better. What if her team had come back? What if one of the shooters opened fire on her? Her scrubs wouldn't protect her from hot lead. Deciding the best course of action was to watch from a distance, she watched intently. She began to plan the whole thing out. She'd wait for the fighting to stop, and then make her way over. Grabbing a piece of paper lying around, as well as a convenient pen, she scribbled down: "I'm at a house across the street, I'll be back soon. If I'm not back by morning, don't look for me. -Monica" She watched once more through the window as she began to gather her medical equipment. Maybe there'd be a survivor?
In Closed 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Wow. It's been a whole seven hours since someone posted. Never thought I'd see the day.
@Jarrid@Pleek@KOgaming@Das Auto@Remipa Awesome IC is up bois. Let's get this party started!
The wind could be heard howling down the streets as various bits of litter and dried leaves scraped across the brick buildings and asphalt roads during the otherwise silent night. On occasion the sound of something guttural would howl across the city, and only tighten the paranoid grip on the city. The blockades stood strong as ever. Snipers, tanks, guards with automatic rifles, the works. Most buildings were boarded up, or abandoned. Shops with smashed windows and looted shelves were a common sight. But most houses were still intact, yet usually barricaded in some way, and the sound of radio stations relaying news or music could faintly be heard. The night was quiet. And the silence was deafening.

Monica sat in the abandoned building, waiting for the other three to return. They usually were back by now, and Monica was beginning to worry. She had mostly stayed indoors, and hadn't seen anybody else besides her co-workers. Her main job was to keep track of supplies, ammunition, and anything else they might find. Monica sat behind a shelf near the entrance, a tight grip on a knife they had found, listening for anything. Footsteps, growls, scraping sounds, chanting, anything. After a few tense moments, Monica went to the radio, and listened for any new information. Nothing. All there was, was the same old news. Board up your doors. Apologies for the situations, and the same music stations, playing music like this wasn't happening. Then again, to them it wasn't. It was just a regular day for them, while the residents of Champaign lived in constant terror. After a few brief moments with the radio, Monica walked back to he position behind the shelf, listening once more.
As the girl and broom jumped behind Ysran, he couldn't help but laugh a little. "Yeah, that's Chuckles all right. Don't worry, he's totally docile. He won't attack unless his life or mine are in danger. He's usually pretty friendly. Go on. Say hi to Cherry, Chuckles. I'll need you to be defending her too." With that, Chuckles gave a short nod, or at least, that's what it looked like, and began to shuffle slowly over to Ysran.

Chuckles gave what was almost like a wave to the girl hiding behind him. His soulless eyes followed her every move. "See? Totally harmless. He'll be helping us out for a while." Ysran began to walk towards the path that Rawk came from."We ready to head back? Or should we look around a bit more?"
Arrested because you're an Undertale fan.
As the girl stood up, she gave a snap of her fingers. Then a flying broom and suddenly just popped into existence and flew right towards him. Stopping at about waist-height, the broom hovered, and Ysran hopped on.

Flying forward at a speed faster than expected, Ysran was almost flung over to the two. The girl was talking when he arrived, and he heard something about her name being Cherry. Stepping onto land and off the broom, he got a closer look at the girl. She looked... Really young. Like early teens young. Her eyes were also enormous. She looked Like she belonged in some sort of low-budget anime. But, Ysran decided it probably wasn't a good idea to immediately insult somebody he just met. After all, he probably looked pretty strange, too.

"Hey, thanks for the ride! My name's Ysran. You new here I suppose? Well, I suppose we're all pretty new here." Ysran looked down an put his hand on his chin. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he tried to put all the pieces together. Just then, Chuckles had managed to finally catch up to everyone. "There you are, little buddy!" He turned to Cherry. "This is Chuckles. He might look a bit scary, but don't worry, he doesn't bite."
@Jarrid Just post when you can. I don't expect people to be there every second of every day. I mean, I will be, but you don't have to
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