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Lamplight

Hello. I said I'd get a post up last night, but then I died. Not really, but I slept. And then got super busy in the morning.

Post up in like maybe a couple hours. I got a job interview later, so we'll see how everything goes. No promises.

Lamplight

I will be making an IC post by the end of the night. Still recovering from work yesterday.

Necrogenesis: A Not-So-Typical Zombie Outbreak [SHUTTERED]

As Tony looks up to the deck of the ship, the man in the sweatshirt is no longer leaning against the railing; no longer there. It seemed a specter to the tabletop gaming store attendant—a trick of the light, even.

"Well, this all looks in order, hun! Little sparse, if you ask me. Not much of a traveler? That's quite alright!"

Atlas winks, as is custom.

"You'll be staying in room 415, on the fourth floor! Do you need help carrying your belongings onto the ship?"

Necrogenesis: A Not-So-Typical Zombie Outbreak [SHUTTERED]

Accidentally forgot to type a word when writing my reply and the edit went through, my bad! Meant to ask here beforehand to edit just in case

@Auragreedia

You're good, no worries.

Lamplight

I'm gonna be lax on the posting rules for now, simply because it's the holidays and some of us are either going to be very busy, very tired, or both, so don't worry about needing to follow the once-a-week posting rule if you've got more important obligations. Once we're through the rough patch, I'll be more stringent.

Lamplight

No worries. I myself will probably not be doing posts today. Still wiped from work and I have to prepare for the storm that is this week and Black Friday weekend.

What Are You Listening To?

Lamplight

If it's helpful for you, I'm down with it! I've "co-GM'd" with people before.

@Raqueltrper

It's not necessarily that I'm looking for help. It's more so a tool to get the players more involved and invested in the world at large. Not saying that you aren't, though.

Lamplight

I've been mulling it over, and I'm wondering if you all would like to collab and build the history of Lamplight with me. We would do it using a simple worldbuilding game called The Quiet Year.

If not, totally fine; I have the story set up where it needs to be. But, if so, maybe the story shifts depending on what you contribute. Perhaps the biggest of bads becomes someone different, and all the arcs leading up to the finale follow suit. Your choice; no pressure.

Lamplight

Tiffany Graves
Tiffany Graves

@PatientBean

Dredged up from the black, the vision swirls into focus, bringing with it an abnormal clarity.

A tree sits isolated in a dark space. Embedded by its branches is a woman, still breathing, blood crawling from her wounds and down its trunk. Figures from the darkness emerge and prostrate before the tree, bowing out of rhythm, their bark-laden and gnarled bodies twisting in the scarce light. Smears of dried blood grace their jaws, a sign of feeding, yet they don't seem keen to eat the prey before them. As the woman's blood courses in stray rivers over the stains of other life, it reaches the bottom of the tree, curls over a root strong enough to pierce through stone, and out of sight.

Tiffany watches Stone's Throw from the air, a silent observer. The fringes of her vision separate the colors, distort slightly, and she witnesses—in all too instant a fashion—the obliteration of six square miles of land. Buildings erupt, their rubble cast skyward. The very ground cracks, sinks, is thrown in all directions, as massive roots spring forth like worms breaching the surface. They seek life everywhere, finding the distracted and scared and impaling their bodies clean through with wooden spikes. The screams of the tree's victims are drowned out by the sheer volume of destruction, the town sinking into the newly-formed crater that appears to grow.

In the center, rising from the depths of ruin, the tree ascends, its body increasing in size. Golden leaves enlarge upon gargantuan branches. A mile high, the tree comes to a stop, towering over chaos and death. Suddenly, silence. Tiffany listens to the breeze passing through the leaves of the forest below, a new greater being having joined their ranks.

And then, a dust-like cloud forms from the branches of the great tree and is carried by the wind, heading westward.

^{"the GIRL is human...}

What hope does the girl have in preventing the inevitable? It desires destruction. It desires the chaos. The girl cannot hope to stop what comes. The girl will need its strength."