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Settlements were ass because ugggggh it's Fallout. I wanna explore shit.
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@Surtr Inc@Zombiedude101

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Magic-Realism/Superpower, Mystery, Horror, Urban, Realistic/Grounded, Character-Driven, Semi-Sandbox.

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My 1x1 thread... I don't really do 1x1's tho.

Where you can see excellence in action.

Just a place where I post my older characters so they aren't all bunched up with the new ones.

One of my main contributions to the RPG other than my amazing writing ability.

Where you can subjugate other people to your shitty taste in music!

The greatest hangout thread of all time.

Most Recent Posts

Wrote up a real shit post the other day that's gonna go into heavy surgery tomorrow.

Or maybe I'll just dump it in a shallow grave and cover it up with an entirely new post. I 'unno.

Do what I do with dead bodies and Frankenstein it.
I was meant to write for Cael and Rien in my post but I'm lazy and have no inspiration, so Rien is still smashed af and Cael will survive somehow xD

Don't ever XD on the thread again.
@pokemad1 I need you to post.

@PharaohAtem Also, are you still here? Are you still one of us?
We're approaching the end of the prologue... I'm gonna try to get everyone to the docks so they can get on boat to safety.

The Campsite - Docks.

Right as Lynette was trying to assess the situation, she noticed that Aliana was freaking out. She raised an eyebrow, as she tried to take an assuring step towards her, with her hand out. Lynette didn't know what was wrong with her friend, but she tried to reassure her.

"It's oka-" The second she made contact (or thought that she made contact) Aliana dissolved into orange embers. Lynette didn't know what in the world just happened, but she found herself being awfully surprised. She looked around, and a bloody-kind of rust had slowly erupted fourth from her feet and began to encompass everything. But, the rust rose from the ground, taking the shape of a human being. Eventually, when the being finished forming, it was Lynette. Unlike everyone else's hallucinations, it was her, with no deformities or injuries. She smiled, as she walked over to Lynette - whom was still stunned - and placed a hand on her shoulder with a friendly smile.

As she leaned in, she said, "... It's all useless, Lynn - give up while you still have time." Before suddenly twisting into a deformed facsimile of herself. It clenched on her shoulder tightly - leaving behind thick wounds as the illusion dropped. Lynette didn't even notice anything else that was going on in their group... but she felt an intense stinging pain, and looked at her shoulder, and noticed that she was bleeding.

There were actual cuts in her shoulder.

Right where she scraped her.

Lynette grabbed onto her shoulder, and hissed through her teeth. She fell onto her knees, as she looked around. Everyone was freaking out - this had to have a scientific explanation. None of this makes any sense! She wondered if... somebody had did this during her freakout. Okay, Lynette, calm down. She said as she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Feeling oddly tranquil all of the sudden, Lynette knew that hiding wasn't an option. She went over to the window, and peered out of it... she could see that the bridge was down. Shit. She hissed through her teeth as she thought of another way out of this.

Then her eyes shot open as if a light-bulb went off in her head.

They're in the boathouse! Lynette stood straight up, still clutching her bloody shoulder with now equally bloody fingers. She looked around at her group, they weren't any better. Lynette broke the silence, "There's... something screwing with us," Lynette said. "Hiding's not going to work - we'll die or go insane by the time anyone gets to us."

She walked over to a boat, before pulling it out. "This is our best bet... the bridge is down, and we're running out of time!"

The Campsite - Female Cabins.

The group made it to the female cabins, and the first thing Claire and Zoey did was lay Dexter down on the sofa. What Dexter did was heroic... but it was stupid at the same time. At least it was from Claire's perspective. Out here, heroes died and then what? Everyone around them lived with broken hearts. That was what happened. They could had made a break for it by swimming, but like hell Claire was going to leave Dex behind, and it was clear that Zoey had the same sentiments.

They were all going to get out of this, one way or another. With that said, Claire turned towards the girl that saved them. One of the Lawson brats... Claire would normally pay the bitch no mind, but she saved her. And, right now, Claire didn't have time to worry about past grudges. "Yeah... I gotta say, thank you... for what it's worth." Claire just couldn't find the words to convey how much she appreciated Penny for saving her and Dexter.

Zoey leaned over Dexter, and gave him a light slap, as she said, "Dex, are you okay?!" Zoey tried to stay quiet... but her volume betrayed her. "Shit, tell me what's hurting, and I'll do my best to fix it!"

"... You should let the nurse say that." Claire said, sounding a bit annoyed.

But, their conversation was cut short when the door slowly creaked open, and Claire hopped up, ready and alert. Knowing that something was going to pop off - the best she could do was kick it in the balls and run (she didn't have access to the tools to create a fucking mini-flamethrower). However, they heard a very familiar voice near-shouting in, "Hey guys, it's me!"

Suddenly, the gigantic frame of Britney Williams came through the door, and quickly closed it behind her. She let out a sigh, and everyone looked surprised to see her.

"Britney?" Claire asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I came to see if Dexter was alright," She looked over towards Dexter. "I saw the whole thing!" She said, almost surprised, "But, we have to get off the island."

"No shit." Claire said.

"And we have to get everyone else off the island," Britney said.

"Well, that's going to be hard with no bridge - I don't think everyone can swim."

"But," Britney started off. "There's always the boathouse."

That caught the attention of both Claire and Zoey.

"I checked, there's enough boats there for everyone to get off the island, and to safety," Britney said. "But... somebody needs to go there and get all the boats ready."

"... and somebody needs to direct everyone there."

Then that's when they heard banging and screaming from the neighboring cabin.

"... That too," Britney said, "But, come on, we don't have time - we need to get to work!"

The Campsite - Male Cabins.

Martin was successful in getting Scott Reese's attention. He merely charged towards him, with his axe held to his shoulder as he did a wild, violent, wide-arced swing towards Martin's body. He started laughing loudly as he came in contact with something - he couldn't tell at first, but he collided with the wooden bedframe. He wasn't sure if Martin dodged, or he missed, but the axe was imbedded deep in that bedframe. He put a boot against the bedframe to pull it out...

This was all Kimberly's fault! She's... she's getting everyone killed because she had a freakout! There was no forgiving Kimberly for this - but, she still had to save Jordan! She quickly got underneath Jordan's shoulder and helped her up as she began running for the door with the others. She felt guilty for leaving Martin behind like that... but there wasn't much she could do but leave him behind and hope for the best.

Sorry... Martin...
<Snipped quote by Atrophy>

You didn't get the reference and I hate you for it.

Your references suck ass anyway.

Now I want to move Clairebear's group back to the cabins in my next post because you are all scrubs and I'm a pimp.

The Campsite - Campfire.

Claire was hoping that there was a plan for getting the hell out of this. With Scott and his axe hanging intimidatingly overhead, there wasn't much they could do... but, some nutjob girl - Claire only had the vaguest idea of who she was - torched 'im with a flamethrower? Claire didn't know, but the girl had some major balls if she was willing to pull something like this. It was a distraction, but what about her? Scott put his hand up to block the flames, and yelled in anger... but was slowly pushing through towards her.

Who was going to save her?

You all go swimmin'. If this doesnt work, tell my mamma I love her."

Claire's head immediately whipped towards Dexter when he said this. He threw the car into high-gear, and Claire could only barely react when she shouted, "Dex don't!" Her heart was racing, what he was doing was stupid! "Let the idiot with the flamethrower-" But, she couldn't stop him in time, and the car sped right towards SCott - an enormous flash of light came from the high-beams, and the car flew right into Scott. He loudly yelled as he was pushed back by the car until he was pinned against a tree. Scott groaned, stunned as he weakly tried to push the car off of him... but, Claire knew that fucker wouldn't stay down forever.

But, she saw Dexter on the ground, pushing himself back to his feet. Claire immediately ran over to him, and helped him to his feet. "Jesus, Dex," Claire said, choking back tears, "I'll never leave you behind - no matter what happens." Claire said, shaking her head.

Zoey got to his other side, and also helped him up. She was the one to address Penny, with a short but sweet. "... Thank you, but we oughta get the fuck out of here." She pulled Dexter towards the nearest building - which happened to be the male dorms, and Claire followed.

The Campsite - Male Cabins.

Kimberly only weakly merely coughed when she heard Rita's little outburst. While it was harsh and very personal, she knew that tensions were high here. So, that was why Kimberly didn't hold it against Rita - she probably didn't mean it. Which was why she decided to just stick with focusing on barricading the house. She pressed the bed frame against the window with the help of Rita, then grabbed one of the cabinets and flipped it over until the top end was pressed against the bedframe. So it would at least slow down SCott if he comes through the window.

She grunted as she sighed - she wasn't accustomed to all this heavy lifting! The bespackled girl knelt forward a bit, and panted as she tried to give herself a break... Then when it ended - when she looked up at the window - she saw the sight of herself in the other side of the window. Some kind of doppelganger. Horribly mangled, with cuts all over her body - but cut in the fashion as if she was some kind of doll. Her eye was hanging out of it's socket, and she was grinning. The area was bathed in an orange-light as the demon - the apparition - reached towards her through the window.

When it made contact with her cheek, Kimberly was immediately filled with so much fear and dread, that it was almost alien to her. A fear that didn't belong to her, but yet she was still feeling it. Kimberly loudly screamed as she fell backwards right onto her ass. She crawled far away from the window as possible.

"... Girl!?" Jordan's voice broke the illusion, and everything went back to normal. "... Have you lost it!?" Jordan looked at her, scooting away nervously.

"I..." Kimberly said nervously. "I don't know what the hell just happened to me - I... I..."

Jordan blankly looked at her. Before Kimberly said, "I saw something out there."

That was when they heard some banging in the distance.

Scott remained pinned up against the tree, desperately trying to push it away. Yet, he didn't possess the strength. His lower body was destroyed as he saw his prey escape him. In sheer anger, he slammed both of his fists against the hood of the car and left two enormous dents in the side of the vehicle. He had the tools of his revenge, and yet he couldn't use them! He near-roared out of anger.

He heard a scream coming from nearby, and started getting excited.

However, the orange light beamed from the mountain... and shined on him. That was when black tendrils that appeared like tar rose from the ground, and went into his body. His muscles expanded, and his wounds healed. With one herculean feat of strength, he managed to push the car away. Out of anger, he grabbed the bottom of the vehicle and flipped it over with one hand. He started laughing as he went over to his trusty axe, and went straight for the cabin...

"Look, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened!" Kimberly weakly said as she pushed herself to her feet. "We have to keep reinforcing the cabins, or el-"

Scott Reese's axe came in contact with the door, damn near splitting it in half with all the strength he was swinging around now. Kimberly and Jordan screamed in fear for real as he peered inside through the split - before he walked through the door like it was nothing. Shattering all of their well places defenses as he held an axe tightly with one hand, and observed everyone.

He laughed as he witnessed all the prospects for slaughter!

The Campsite - Docks.

It was Chad running up to her... one of her "informants" that she had struck a deal with - she does work for him, and he tells her everything she needs to know. She would be happy to see if he wasn't, for lack of a better term, a complete wreck. He runs up to her, and started off on this frantic speech trying to explain to her that somebody was murdered.

Suddenly, the screaming began to carry a lot more weight. She wasn't sure if this was just some really elaborate prank... but, Chad didn't look like he was joking - neither did the people running for their lives. The anxiety that Aliana was feeling was suddenly creeping onto Lynette. She could feel a trickle of sweat run down her head as she looked around. Was it really a joke? Or was there really a monster out there? Lynette wasn't sure what to believe, but was it really intelligent to shrug it off as a prank?

Paranoia is only paranoia when it's wrong.

When Aliana spoke, Lynette's eyes darted between her, Chad, and the chubby newcomer as she tried to come up with the best solution in this situation. More sweat trickled down her cheeks as she thought about it... Screw it. If it's a prank, then Lynette's gonna fall for it. She turned, and saw the boathouse - a relatively small, cabin-like place, where the campers get their boats from - and knew that was the best short term hiding spot.

She grabbed onto Chad's shoulders, slowly turning him towards the boathouse. She silently jabbed a finger towards it a few times, afraid of even opening her mouth lest they attract the wrong kind of attention. She quickly (and quietly) lead the group from the docks to the boat house. The door was fortunately open, and she held it open for everyone. When they were in, she closed the doors. The room was pitch black, and Lynette didn't want to flick the light switches on, so she pulled out her phone and turned on it's flashlight.

Feeling a little safe, she let out a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"Okay, I don't know what's going on, but we should definitely stay in here... keep our heads down, and we won't have to worry about a thing...." Lynette slowly said, almost whispering. While she wanted to hide, there was a part of her that knew that they couldn't hide forever.
If that's the case, I'm definitely making one of my characters have this abstraction. Then we can finally settle the silverware wars for real.

Also approved.
I'd like to change my abstraction please…

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