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I legit want someone to read @Raging Ghost’s status below (the one with all the profanity) aloud in a Scottish accent and upload an audio file of it on here. Do it! Someone do it I dare you.
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So has anyone else ever spent several hours on an RP, reviewed it, posted it, and then thought “This is garbage.”?
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Once my drawing and sketching abilities improve a little more, I intend to start incorporating my own art into future RP’s of mine.
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John scratched at his whiskered cheeks with his right hand as he studied the church. His narrowed eyes darted about as he looked it over, up and down.
“We’ll worry about the church later,” he said, turning around to Florence,”let’s gather up all that we can essential-wise. Let’s try that
mini-mart first. Be good and I’ll take you to the bookstore.”
John headed down the street to the left, stepping off the pavement onto the narrow sidewalk on the left side of the street. He casually looked to his right as he walked, and noticed the rusted and battered pickup truck parked on the curb parallel to the sidewalk on which he walked. The truck was a rusty brown, and had a rather thick frame and broad front and rear bumpers. John imagined it had been quite a decent vehicle before. Back then.
He looked back at Florence again as he walked, and as he turned back around said,”Man, I do miss my pickup truck. I tell you Flo, if I had that rough rider we wouldn’t have to walk anywhere. Hard enough to find a reliable vehicle back then, damn nigh’ impossible when all the dealerships are permanently closed.”
“We’ll worry about the church later,” he said, turning around to Florence,”let’s gather up all that we can essential-wise. Let’s try that
mini-mart first. Be good and I’ll take you to the bookstore.”
John headed down the street to the left, stepping off the pavement onto the narrow sidewalk on the left side of the street. He casually looked to his right as he walked, and noticed the rusted and battered pickup truck parked on the curb parallel to the sidewalk on which he walked. The truck was a rusty brown, and had a rather thick frame and broad front and rear bumpers. John imagined it had been quite a decent vehicle before. Back then.
He looked back at Florence again as he walked, and as he turned back around said,”Man, I do miss my pickup truck. I tell you Flo, if I had that rough rider we wouldn’t have to walk anywhere. Hard enough to find a reliable vehicle back then, damn nigh’ impossible when all the dealerships are permanently closed.”
John walked briskly on, yet not unreasonably fast, but a moderate pace, his boots scraping on the asphalt of the street. “You can judge the time of day by the sun’s position,” John said, regarding her remark about his instinct of time,”at high noon the sun is directly above, and look where it is now.” He pointed to the left, or west. The sun was in a dipping path, but could still be seen over the rooftops of the dilapidated buildings.
“It’s roughly around four o’clock I’d say,” John said,”which means we have about three and a half hours left of daylight.” He walked on, looking back briefly to make sure that Florence was still behind him. He looked to the left, just short of the towering church which they now stood before, then to the right, there were two streets heading in opposite directions. Aside from houses down both streets, John noted other buildings of interest. Down the left street, he could see a bookstore, a mini-mart, and a service station.
Down the street to the right, he could see a bakery, a hardware store, and sportsman’s store.
“And in regards to wine...” John began, looking around at Florence,”I don’t think so. You can try a beer though. Provided we find some that isn’t flat.”
“It’s roughly around four o’clock I’d say,” John said,”which means we have about three and a half hours left of daylight.” He walked on, looking back briefly to make sure that Florence was still behind him. He looked to the left, just short of the towering church which they now stood before, then to the right, there were two streets heading in opposite directions. Aside from houses down both streets, John noted other buildings of interest. Down the left street, he could see a bookstore, a mini-mart, and a service station.
Down the street to the right, he could see a bakery, a hardware store, and sportsman’s store.
“And in regards to wine...” John began, looking around at Florence,”I don’t think so. You can try a beer though. Provided we find some that isn’t flat.”
JOHN MARLOW
AGE: 48
HEIGHT: 6’1”
PERSONALITY: John is best described as reserved, no-nonsense, and action oriented. He loathes procrastination and tardiness, and will openly show his aggravation at lateness.
He rarely initiates casual conversation, though will gladly entertain it, should he consider it worthwhile. Though distant with strangers, he is loyal and protective of his companions and friends, few as they may be. He can at times be short tempered and occasionally fiery when angered. Despite his rough exterior and aggressive temper, John has his warm spots which surface on rare occasion. He’s perhaps the best friend and worst enemy to have.
WEAPONS: .30-.30 Winchester Rifle, Ruger Vaquero .357 Revolver, Switchblade
OTHER NOTABLE ITEMS: Backpack, Compass, Journal, Engraved Lighter, Pliars, Screwdriver, File, Lockpick (Custom Rigged), Fishing Line, Flashlight & Batteries. (May add more later.)
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EPISODE 1: A KINDRED PAIR
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Bleak. That was the best way to describe it. Or at least that was the best description that John Marlow could think of. He had seen this very same scene so many times since it all ended, since the world ended and the dead had begun to rise and stalk the Earth. It was an abandoned town, a small countryside town in rural Kansas. The large, rusty green sign on the right side of the road identified the abandoned hamlet as “Briar Field”. Beneath the white letters of the town name the sign said “Population 767”. Not anymore. John thought grimly.
John stood in the middle of two lane road that lead straight into town. The tallest building to be seen was the church, about one hundred yards ahead of where John stood. The church was in the best visible condition of all the buildings John could see. The numerous brick buildings that lined the small street were dilapidated and caving in, the bricks faded and sprouting moss, and the doors and windows long gone, leaving only gaping entries into the crumbled structures.
The church stood tall and proud. Aside from a faded look to the white washed front of the building, John could see no major damages or sign of decay. Of course the opposite side and interior could be completely different stories.
John shifted his feet slightly, the sound of his boots seeming to echo through the forsaken town before them, he and his companion to the back. He reached his right hand up and adjusted the gray-black cowboy hat that sat atop his head. His weathered face was sincere and firm. A slight gust of wind whistled down the street and across his face, causing his long graying-black hair to flail slightly at the back of his neck.
In his left hand John held his Winchester rifle, down at his side. He checked his revolver at his right side, it was comfortably placed in its brown leather holster at his belt. He adjusted his the straps of his black backpack. Satisfied, he turned and faced the young lady at his back. His traveling companion of over two years now, Florence Davis.
“Alright, let’s go,” he said flatly,”we’ve got about six hours until sundown. We need to scavenge as much as we can and find a place to lay up for the night.”
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
It’s been several years now since it all ended, since the world descended into the apocalypse. Since the dead began to walk the earth. This RP focuses on a pair of survivors, an older man and a younger male/female. I will admit that the concept to this story was heavily influenced by Naughty Dog’s The Last of Us. These two survivors are drifters, traveling across the American Midwest (the Dakotas, Colorado, Nebraska, Wyoming, etc.) and scavenging for survival.
They never remain in one place for too long. They avoid major cities and large towns at all possible cost, though they do often find themselves forced to traverse the expanse of post-apocalyptic metropolis’s for supplies. They are slow to trust other survivors and are quite the gritty pair. The dominating themes of this RP are survival and the strong bond between the two, a sort of father-son/daughter relationship, like that of Joel and Ellie from The Last of Us.
This RP will not solely be about killing walkers and surviving post-apocalyptic America. It will of course have a primary story plot. For further information, if interested, please PM me directly and we can begin discussion. Please read the “About Me” tab below before messaging me!
Thank you for your time and I hope to hear someone! Good day! 👏🏼
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5 yrs ago
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Hello, and thank you for your time!
So, as of late I’ve greatly been craving an RP based around evil toys. Sadistically evil. Dolls, puppets, dummies, of these sort. Very recently I stumbled upon a collective of images of rather sordid-looking dolls, which can be seen far below, concealed by hiders. These dolls will of course serve as the central antagonists in this RP.
The basis of the RP is simple; these dolls are found locked away in a trunk in the attic by our protagonist, or my partners’ character. In the chest are the dolls and a piece of aged parchment (which “awakens” them). The dolls are bewitched by black magic, having been made by a witch who escaped from the Salem witch trials. (An actual witch.)
This is of course a basic raw concept. The actual plot line and creation of the story will be discussed between my partner and I. Who is our protagonist? How and where did they find these devilish little dolls? And how will they stop them? All of this will be discussed by my partner and I. So, if interested, please PM me ASAP and we can get started immediately!
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Mirabelle
Constance
Margo
Nessa
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It’s said that fame isn’t a profession, but an accident. It proves that the people are gullible. Fame doesn’t last, it crumbles in time. This all might be true, but one certain thing about fame is; that it pays. The paths to fame are diverse and contrasting, but they all share the same destination. Wealth.
What would you do? What would you do to become famous? Will you sell yourself to the highest bidder, label yourself with the newest brand, sleep with the right executives?
Fame and fortune are like so many other things in this world;
to the bold and the able go the spoils.
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to the bold and the able go the spoils.
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So, this is a reality-drama RP that tells the story of a young lady and her ascent to American stardom. How she rises from shampoo commercials and one act plays to the A-list and rubbing elbows with America’s most famous. It will be a journey of ups and downs with drama, opportunity, success and failure, deceit, shadiness, and glamour.
My partner-to-be will role as this young female rising star.
I will role primarily as her agent, i.e a Hollywood failure who lives in a crumby apartment and is getting by on D-list actors and American Idol rejects. He hopes to rebuild his career, in fact, escalate it far past where it’s ever been. It’s through this young starlet that he sees a viable opportunity.
The theme of this RP as stated prior will be a tale of rising from the bottom to the splendor of stardom. This RP will incorporate the struggles, pressures, and heavy decisions that a rising celebrity in reality would face. Controversial photos, inflammatory videos, cocaine parties, breakups and rebounding, this low-budget movie or that major corporate commercial, etcetera.
The RP will INITIALLY be set in Los Angeles, California. Further details are up for discussion with my partner-to-be.
So if interested, please PM me directly and we can begin discussion. I await eagerly! 😁
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Liza smiled and replied,”Good. It’ll help you unwind.” She turned from the counter to face Alice, leaning back against it. “You don’t remember Conner?” Liza puzzled. The fact that out of everyone there, Conner was the one that Slice had mentally misplaced. “Conner,” repeated Liza, raising her right hand high over her head to indicate a tall person, “tall Italian-looking guy with dark hair and arms the size of boulders.”
Conner had been the bartender that night who had casually chatted away with Alice while Liza worked. In fact he was the bartender at Benny’s Bar, and the manager to boot. He had worked there longer than most all of the other employees, aside from the cook.
Conner had been the bartender that night who had casually chatted away with Alice while Liza worked. In fact he was the bartender at Benny’s Bar, and the manager to boot. He had worked there longer than most all of the other employees, aside from the cook.
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