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Lamplight

Hoping they respond. I know Passable Writer is going to post soon. I assume Tokyo and Enmuni are writing their posts. Just a matter of time.

Lamplight

So what is the weather like in Stone's throw today Ant? Also I assume this town has some wildlife around it?

@Tally Dor

Autumnal weather. Think cool breezes, red and green forestry. Stone's Throw is also situated within the Roukeshaw Forest, with two roads leading north and south. South road enters onto a highway; west along the highway, you can see the ghost town of Lamplight. North road fades onto a dirt path that passes along—but not through—the Dark Mile. Considering the dense forestry around it, you can correctly assume there is a presence of wildlife in the region. Deer, birds, fish, maybe even a bear or two.

But they're not the only things out there.

Lamplight

We all tend to be our own worst critics. I'm guilty of that.

Lamplight

Tiffany Graves
Tiffany Graves

@PatientBean

"Mmm... the girl is still so determined. How delicioussssss...

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It will make her relinquishment to it all the more s w e e t."

Tiffany steps out into motel hallway, a short passage with more fire exits than rooms. One wall of the hallway opens out into an exterior atrium, at the center of which is a pool, placid waters occasionally interrupted by the burbling of submerged jets. In the back of her mind, she could feel the void in her head crawl across her brain, invading the folds and coloring her every thought.

Somewhere across the way, on an upper floor, she feels a pair of eyes on her. By the time she notices, the figure—a bald man dressed in rags—had turned and started descending a different set of stairs, heading towards the exit.

"WELL, NOW."

"whAT AN INteresting ᙅ ᖇ ᙓ ᗩ T ᙀ ᖇ ᙓ. So full of... secrets."

Before Tiffany is able to control her thoughts, a dark impulse arises.

"Follow it. Break the body, tear it open. It wants to see its insides, the intricacies of the inhuman."

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Alexander Huether
Alexander Huether

@Tally Dor

<sup>Alexander reaches the first floor of the motel, moving down the hallway towards the entrance. He passes numerous rooms in which he can hear some sort of life—arguing, making love, wondering whether life is worth living. With each passing room, the hunger at his core begins to rise even more. There's a part of room that reckons that most of these people are forgettable, if they were ever thought about in the first place. It is a dangerous thought to have in the wake of trying to keep himself together. If he's to stave off the other side, he'll need to find a wandering animal and feed.

It's a mile's walk from the motel up north to Fortesque Street, home of the locally legendary Hopper's Bar. Twenty minutes, give or take.</sup>

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Julie Underwood
Julie Underwood

@Raqueltrper

<sup>"The BPA goes where they're needed, Miss Underwood." Arbor snaps the cigarette case closed and slips it back into his pocket. "And they're always needed. Need I remind you of La Huerta, near Roswell? If it weren't for us, you'd have a large metal rod so far up your ass you'd be speaking languages only heard halfway across the galaxy. If we left it to the small agencies, like... what was it? CASS?"

Arbor takes a long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke billow out as it scales across his face and into the cool air.

"There'd be no agencies left, and I don't think your father would like that his daughter caused the end of the world."</sup>

Lamplight

On an unrelated note, I envy you guys for your writing ability.

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.