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6 mos ago
Current Just watched Peninsula. It is legit Fast and Furious meets zombies. It sure ain't no Train to Busan.
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6 mos ago
Sometimes I think about starting a group roleplay story, but then I'm like GM responsibility?!? Not I Clementine. Not I!
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9 mos ago
A small medium at large!!
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9 mos ago
What do you call a Midget, Fortune teller, who is on the run from the law?
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1 yr ago
Guesssss who's back!!! Its no one important tho! XD
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Anyone else get a blast of Serotonin in their brain whenever someone posts in the IC? Or is it just me?
Lucas Hillcrest

Lucas was currently on the second floor of the library off in a random corner that was secluded because it was surrounded by bookcases. It would make for the perfect hiding hole for any student wanting to study or have a quiet conversation. However if one were to round the corner that led to this small section of library, one would find it empty save for Lucas and a mound of books opened in front of him. However the redheaded youth was not doing any studying at the moment. He was sprawled out with his legs up on the table and a book open resting on his face. Ironically the title of said book was 'How to push through fatigue and keep going'. One could probably say whoever wrote the book obviously hadn't met Lucas. The only sign that Lucas was alive was a gentle snoring.

Earlier

Lucas had sat down in the library and was surrounding himself with books about insomnia and was currently filling a notebook up with notes and other useful things. Occasionally he would take a sip from his cup of coffee, though it had long since gone cold. The bags under his eyes a telling sign of his struggle to ever obtain sleep. He rubbed his eyes as even his notes were not making sense to him. Trying to think back he was pretty sure he had only gotten three hours of sleep in the last four days. Lucas knew he would crash soon, but whether or not that would be today or tomorrow was still up in the air. Lucas did know he needed a break though, and leaned back in the chair and kicked his legs up onto an empty portion of the table since he was alone and started reading from a new self-help book he had found a few days ago.
Lifes been kicking me in the balls, sorry bout that


Your good valor, just was letting Dark know cuz he was asking.
@Tally Dor Oh which I need to start? Ah.


Not sure I assume he doesnt get on but every few days. I haven't heard from him recently.
I can't post until Valor does. It is his introduction after all.
first day its been quiet here lol
Big things are coming boys and girls. Be prepared!
Steven grumbled to himself as he wiped sweat from his brow. It was so early the sun had barely climbed over the horizon and yet him and a handful of other men had been forced to take yet another heavy oak pew from inside the church and were in the process of using it to stabilize and fortify a hole in the wall. It had been another sleepless night as the survivors huddled together in the church, with the constant pounding and raking of claws on the heavy door of the church. They endured and when morning began to brighten up the sky, they had went out the side entrance with a torch and chased the fallen human back out the hole it had gotten in through.

Steven hated his new status quo. He had been dreadfully sober for far longer then he liked. He just wanted something to take the edge off. Once the hole had been successfully blocked by the pew and reinforced with more wood, Steven told Father Martin he would take guard duty. The elderly minister nodded his head and readjusted his glasses as he slowly walked back to the church. Father Martin was the leader here at the church and he had done a good job in leading his flock as he called them. Steven climbed on top of a old Yukon Denali that had been driven up against the wall as a raised platform and sat on top of the roof looking out adjusting the metal bat across his lap. He was seeing some of the shapes moving about in the fog, but his eyes did not linger there as they drifted out towards Derby street or more specifically where his house was. He could not see it but he knew it was out there.

Steven licked his lips thinking about the half finished twelve pack that was surely still sitting on his kitchen table. He propped his elbow on the wall and leaned on his palm. Being sober was so boring and it made sleep so much harder. Least guard duty was usually pretty boring as the damned tended to for the most part fuck off to dark places. Only some would shamble about the streets and as long as he didn't make his presence known, they weren't smart enough to look up and see him.


Went back and edited the notes. (Minor updates to fit the IC, and changes to one section. Because I think the 'list' function works better when it will inevitably be added to. Opposed to 'What's Happening Now?' Where it may change from scene to scene.)

@Dark Cloud (I know I rolled snake eyes in Speech. :P) But I only wanted to make sure everyone knew why I was made into a CO-GM. To keep notes and IC updates. So it wouldn't cause trouble. And I think it'll be much easier in the future, if that title was given.

But I'm also okay with just @'ing you for future changes? Or posting them infrequently to the OOC like a timed event? I'll leave that up to you.


Is your note going to be put somewhere thats easy for us to look at?
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