rocketrobie2

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Just curious, how many of us are shooting for motorcycles? Cause I know I am and that might turn out to be a pretty good way for some of us to have met.

EDIT: Also I'd absolutely dig a Japan motorcycle gang TTRPG. If any of ya'll ever try that hit me up!

Melsborow Nights - An interactive horror story

It takes your feet a moment to get the memo but once you start moving you don't stop. Rushing past Lola, you grab her arm and snap her back to reality though her eyes stay locked on the traumatizing scene. You don't see anything else amiss as you make your way quickly through the door of the security room with Lola. With shaky hands you proceed to lock the deadbolt, hoping it would be enough to stop whatever is out there.

The security room isn't the Fort Knox your panic stricken mind made it out to be. It's wooden door and singular lock looked a lot more flimsy now that you knew whatever or whoever had killed your manager had been able to drive a hunk of wood straight through him in less than a minute. Still, it was better than standing our on the open floor of the store, at least here you knew which way your would be assailant would be coming. The sound of the security room's phone dialling snaps you out of your stupor, you turn around to see Lola being proactive and giving the police a call. Deciding to do something useful yourself, you go to the camera feeds and begin to look for a camera that would have seen the gruesome act take place.

It takes you a minute but you realize none of the cameras were positioned to catch the murder in action. You sigh a bit in relief; as tough as you think you are you didn't think you had the stomach to watch a murder.

"What the FUCK! What the fuck!" Lola all but screamed as she clutch the phone to her head. "I got the fucking answering machine! Why do the police have an answering machine?!" Lola slammed down the phone. This room was looking to be a worse choice by the second. As you just stared at the phone, trying to think of what to do next, something caught your attention in the security camera's recording. In one of the feeds from a camera one isle away from the grisly scene a figure made their way into shot, looking through the small gap in the shelving. The figure was dressed in tattered clothing, like the kind you'd see a shipwreck survivor wearing, and their gaze moved very little as they continued to watch something on the other side. That's when you finally noticed the time stamp. It didn't take a rocket scientist to put together that he had been watching you and Lola.

He'd been there the entire time.

The camera feed showed him walk out of the picture once more and a now more thorough glance at the recordings showed your mystery murderer all but disappear from the store. There were a lot of blindspots in the camera's view but you still would have figured you'd see something. The fear of the unknown was really beginning to get to you and you began to think it would be better just to walk out of the room, at least then you would know what's coming for you and possibly find your can of peaches again.

Unsure of what to do, you decide to take action by...

-Staying put and phoning your parents.
-Making a mad dash for your bike and driving you and Lola to safety.
-Sneak back over to the backroom and try to arm yourself for whoever's out there.

Anime Delinquent Gang

Oh yeah no sorry I've been neck-deep in this subculture for a coupla years now. I failed to get a very similar game off the ground, so I've been doing creative writing and a 1x1 in the (Nerima City ca. 1983) instead. Requiring a lot of research, for sure. But I love it, it's a refreshing departure from the Hell's Angels zeitgeist over here in the States.

stills

@pugbutter

I can't remember if I posted in there but I was following that game! Absolute bummer it never got off the ground, I was really looking forward to it.

Melsborow Nights - An interactive horror story

OOC

Gonna wait for a tie breaker or a three way tie before continuing! Glad you guys are enjoying this!

Melsborow Nights - An interactive horror story

You've seen more than enough movies to know where this is going. This mundane occurrence gave you the heebie jeebies and you weren't about to go ignoring your gut, not on a cool summer night like this. A quick glance of the area revealed very little in the way of actual weapons but there was a large can of peaches that you decided to scoop up. Sure it wasn't a fire poker or chainsaw but it was better than nothing and you knew it would do some serious damage with the amount of heft to it.

You slowly approached the door as you strained to listen for any sounds coming from within, your trusty can of peaches perched firmly above your shoulder. It was hard to make out anything over the buzzing machinery coming from the frozen isle section. It was funny to think how you could just tune out a sound like that, something so deafening when it was the only thing around. It made you wonder what else people ignored everyday due to familiarity...

Suddenly the door swung open! Your body tensed up as you got ready to smash whatever was now lurching from the doorway! It was only at the last second your brain managed to call off the command to your body as you realized it was your co-worker Lola sporting a leaning tower of toilet paper, probably just grabbing some to restock the shelves. Her view was blocked so you managed to save yourself the embarrassment of almost doming your co-worker with a can of peaches. After shutting the door behind her she acknowledged your presence with a small panicked jump, dropping some of the toilet paper.

"Jesus Castor, you almost made me jump out of my skin there! What're you doing looming with a can of peaches?" she asked, blood pumping but quickly regaining her nerves. "Never mind that, you mind giving me a hand with this?"

Thankful for a quick retreat from the situation at hand, you put the peaches back and quickly began scooping up the discarded TP Lola had dropped as she began to head for the toiletries isle. The spike of adrenaline was good for you; sweeping glass had really tired you out mentally but now you felt wide awake and ready to finish off the rest of you shift. What was substantially less good, as you'd come to find out, was the loud squelching and thud sound that came from the front of the store. You immediately stood up, looking to Lola for confirmation that what you heard wasn't just in your head. Her eyes met yours in silent acknowledgment as she too put her items down and began heading for where the sound originated. You made your way over as well, only picking up the pace when you heard a scream let loose from Lola.

You knew something bad had happened as you saw the blood dribbling into the isle right next to where your manager had been excavating the tree branch. His job was now much worse as not only was the broken branch somehow staked into the tile ground of the store, but also through his own chest. There was no movement from your boss and Lola's now pale complexion made her look almost as dead as your boss.

The adrenaline was back and you needed to make it count. Quickly you and Lola...
- Hop on your motorcycle and take off!
- Rush back to the store's back rooms!
- Run for the security room!

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I’m about ready to move on, I’ll have Nigel pick up a weapon on the way out.

Melsborow Nights - An interactive horror story

An outcast is what you were though that wasn't too hard to pull off in Melsborow. Most of the people here played into their role to keep the quaint little town just that; quaint. You didn't though. It hadn't always been that way, when you were little you used to be just another one of the mindless drones that called Melsborow home but your first year in highschool changed that. When your interests didn't align with what was being taught you just didn't engage in class. Your grades slipped and it seemed everyone was angry about this. A stain on an otherwise decent school district. That's not to say things were all bad though, you got along well enough with other students when push came to shove though most you wouldn't count among your friends.

Another boon of your high school career was finding your passions; paint and pistons. When you weren't skipping class and being a general delinquent most of your time in school was spent learning the art involved in the combustion engine and the science of sketching. You have some well earned marks in those two classes to thank for your admission into a trade school out of town, the one life line that keeps you from quitting your job right now on the spot... well, one of two. Reason number two sat just outside the carnage of the fallen tree branch in the parking lot outside of the store.

Your modded Aprilia Tuareg 600 Wind. A mouthful for sure so you've taken to calling her Christine after a movie you watched when you were probably too little. You managed to save some enough money to buy it in pretty poor shape from a man originating from across the pond a year or two ago and have been fixing, breaking and, modding it ever since.

"Castor, can you go grab the big garbage can from the back?"

The sound of your manager's voice snapped you out of your daydream. You gave a quick nod, leaning your broom against one of the shelves and heading off towards the back of the store. Not many people did their grocery shopping at night which made it an ideal shift to pull for you. Less rude customer meant more time to fantasize about the newest paint scheme to try out on Christine. Right now she was painted jet black with some gold accenting but maybe next you'd try something closer to her namesa-

The door to the back room was ajar which in of itself wouldn't be all too interesting if it weren't for just how easily management handed out warnings for such a small infraction. It was probably just one of your coworkers quickly running into the back for something, intending to pop back out just as quickly. On the other hand it might be something more malicious. Perhaps that tree branch was the distraction?

Approaching the door you...

-Continue into the back.
-Look for something to defend yourself with.

Melsborow Nights - An interactive horror story

Melsborow, a quaint town where everyone knows everyone and everyone's business. That's always how stories like this start though right? Same old town, same old undisturbed peace until one foul night happens that spawns dozens of sequels. I'm getting ahead of myself though, let's start at the beginning of one such night in Melsborow...

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Gretchen's Groceries, July 1st 199X

Everyone always says the best place to be when the apocalypse breaks out is the grocery store. Full of food, enough room to fortify against raiders and anything else trying to kick you off this mortal coil. What most people don't think about is just how hard it is to keep things from coming through those massive windows. You thought all this as you swept up the glass from the store floor while your manager did his best to yank the tree branch culprit back out through the now destroyed window. The chill of the cool summer air was nice at first but now you began wishing there was something to keep that cold at bay.

This minor discomfort was just the icing on the cake for a miserable job you now found yourself in. There wasn't much summer work left in Melsborow and you'd be damned if you got yourself roped into anything that might turn into a career in this dead end town before you went off to college in the Fall. School had been difficult for you (really when is it easy) but more so due to the crowd you were lumped into.

You were admittedly a {Nerd/Jock/Outcast}

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Make your vote in this thread along with a suggestion for the name of our protagonist and we can get this show on the road!

Dinosaur Apocalypse

Dino-Land Purchases, Week 1:
-High Quality DNA Extractor
-Restaurant

I'd also like to take a spin at the dino-wheel please

Dinosaur Apocalypse

I’m on the road right now but when I get home I’ll put up some purchases too, gotta start makin’ some moolah!