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6 yrs ago
Current I’m also on RPnation and roleplay.me/join/AndrewRyan93
9 yrs ago
We are born of the Blood, made men by the Blood, undone by the Blood. Our eyes have yet to open. FEAR THE OLD BLOOD!
9 yrs ago
If anyone wants to be part of an rp skype chat, hmu on skype. My username there is mikkishtheleprechaun. Or you can give me your username and I can find you.
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10 yrs ago
MAn, this place has changed. Wonder if anyone else is here from way back in 2012
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10 yrs ago
I am the one once known as TheApprentice on here.

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I paused. Clearly these people were either insane, or there was something seriously fucked up going on.

"Alright..." I said. I looked around at everyone conversing. They weren't focused on me, so that was a relief. More evidence that this wasn't some punishing afterlife.

"If this is some other fucked up dimension, how did I get here and how do I go back?"
The force of your push, and his pull together, cause him to stumble backwards. He would have had too much control to bury the axe in his head, but he falls on his back, crashing into some chairs, and planting the axe diagonally across his eye to his lip. He lay there motionless.
The blunt side of the axe hits the doctors hands dead on, breaking skin and causing it to bleed. The scalpel goes flying across the room. The man himself doesn't react the same way a man might react to pain. He remains silent, the grin remaining on his face.

Immediately after losing the scalpel, his arms shoot out, grab the axe, and pull, attempting to wrestle it out of your hands.
Then he does something you would never expect from a zombie: he chuckles. In a deep, charming voice.

This does not mean he is not hostile, however. As he strolls over to the counter, snatches something off the counter, and attempts to swing it at you.
Fyi half of his face is blown clean off
A metal sink which are beginning to rust sits atop the counter, but before you can get a chance to be excited about it, the door opens, and in walks a man in white.

He walks upright, and doesn't shamble. He doesn't even emit the grotesque stench of death. You might mistake him for the doctor, save for one detail.

Half of his face is missing, and crimson runs down his neck, staining his nice, white doctors coat. Despite his morbid injury, his mouth is curved in a grin, as he stares at you with his only eye. He approaches menacingly. Better act fast.

Though you cant avoid getting your fingers covered in warm, red blood, you find what you were looking for. An old, now blood covered key.
No corpse greets you as you enter, only the rusty smell of blood and a the flickering of the already dim light. On one wall it looks as though someone had covered their hand in the blood, pressed it against the wall, and dragged it. A couple scratches can be seen in the walls of the room as well.

Right in front of the counter, in a puddle of blood, you spot something shiny, if only from your peripheral view.
Not one of the drawers or countertops had any kind of key for the office room. With such obvious signs of struggle, the keys could be in one of the other rooms.

The locked door is weak, however. Thin, not like the doors of the entrance. It is even slightly worn away.
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