The end has begun! The people were right! The world will end in 2012! There has been a dense fog outside for the past four days, and I need to go outside to get food now. The only problem though is that there are creatures with wings, fangs, claws, and other horrid appendages flying around looking for prey. I think they choose prey based on fear because they killed my alien-paranoid neighbor first on my street. In order to keep them away from my house I make jokes about them to myself to make them seem like silly butterflies instead of fearless bloodthirsty monstrosities. My family also is making jokes about them with me, including my brothers, sister, and Dad. As the oldest son I have to go find food first with Dad. If I don't make it, I will suffer a horrid fate.
January 8, 2012
Three days have past since Dad and Jake left the house. I am writing in his journal to ensure that our bodies will be found if we are discovered by the monsters. We are hiding in the basement of the house. We have no food and have resorted to eating the mice running around here. With Dad gone we have no one to protect us from the beasties and if we are found I am responsible for the rest of my family. I am going to start a mission to get to the market soon. I hope that I won't have the same fate as Dad and Jake.
January 9, 2012
I have convinced my family to gather up useful supplies and weapons to go with me to the market. Doing this was not hard though because they aren't afraid of the beasties anymore. Now comes the hard part which is actually getting to the market. I am leaving this journal behind to let others know where our bodies may end up. Goodbye cruel world.
The Wonderful End
Hi Escapists. This is my new RP that will hopefully finally win your hearts. It's about the end of the world, and you struggling to stay alive. With the mother dead, the father gone, and oldest brother gone; this RP has a different kind of struggle because now everyone is a young kid. Please try to keep that struggle visible in your posts. Good luck to you all!
Character Sheet TemplatePHA+TmFtZTo8YnIgLz5BZ2UoOC0xNSk6PGJyIC8+RmFtaWx5IFBvc2l0aW9uOjxiciAvPkFwcGVhcmFuY2U6PGJyIC8+UGVyc29uYWxpdHk6PGJyIC8+QmlvOjwvcD4=
Ryan 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
Name: Tom Milner (orginal, much? :P) Age(8-15): 15 Family Position: son Appearance: Fairly tall, short fawn hair, keeps his face covered in veils. Personality: Kind to people who are intelligent, is extremely impatient to stupid people. He rarely smiles or laughs. Bio: Recently did an apprenticeship at his dad's chemical company until an unforutnate accident left his face covered in scars and callous. He dresses in military surplus and he speaks in a slightly rough, northen english accent.
Tom Milner: Name: tom milner (orginal, much? :P) Age(8-15): 15 Family Position: son Appearance: fairly tall, short fawn hair, keeps his face covered in veils. Personality: kind to people who are intelligent, is extremely impatient to stupid people. he rarely smiles or laughs. Bio: recently did an apprenticeship at his dad's chemical company until an unforutnate accident left his face covered in scars and callous. he dresses in military surplus and he speaks in a slightly rough, northen english accent.
You're in if you fix your grammar mistakes in the sheet.
Name: David West Age: 15 Family Position: Step-Son Appearance: Crimson Hair, Spiked back, Black jacket, white Running top underneath, old jeans, dirty runners, unshaven Personality: Hot Blooded and keen for fights, still cares for the welfare of what's left of his family Bio:Born and raised on the streets, after being caught breaking into Dad's car, he was brought into the family out of pity, something that really pisses him off. He does care for his new family, but keeps reverting back to his street fighting days whenever he can.
Tom Milner: Name: tom milner (orginal, much? :P) Age(8-15): 15 Family Position: son Appearance: fairly tall, short fawn hair, keeps his face covered in veils. Personality: kind to people who are intelligent, is extremely impatient to stupid people. he rarely smiles or laughs. Bio: recently did an apprenticeship at his dad's chemical company until an unforutnate accident left his face covered in scars and callous. he dresses in military surplus and he speaks in a slightly rough, northen english accent.
You're in if you fix your grammar mistakes in the sheet.
Tom Milner: Name: tom milner (orginal, much? :P) Age(8-15): 15 Family Position: son Appearance: fairly tall, short fawn hair, keeps his face covered in veils. Personality: kind to people who are intelligent, is extremely impatient to stupid people. he rarely smiles or laughs. Bio: recently did an apprenticeship at his dad's chemical company until an unforutnate accident left his face covered in scars and callous. he dresses in military surplus and he speaks in a slightly rough, northen english accent.
You're in if you fix your grammar mistakes in the sheet.
would you kindly point those out?
Look through your work. You didn't capitalize certain words.
Name: David West Age: 15 Family Position: Step-Son Appearance: Crimson Hair, Spiked back, Black jacket, white Running top underneath, old jeans, dirty runners, unshaven Personality: Hot Blooded and keen for fights, still cares for the welfare of what's left of his family Bio:Born and raised on the streets, after being caught breaking into Dad's car, he was brought into the family out of pity, something that really pisses him off. He does care for his new family, but keeps reverting back to his street fighting days whenever he can.
James 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
James 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
Accepted and we're starting today after I finish memorizing your sheets. Thank you for participating everyone.
James McMillanPHA+TmFtZTogSmFtZXMgTWNNaWxsYW48YnIgLz5BZ2U6IDE0PGJyIC8+RmFtaWx5IFBvc2l0aW9uOiBDb3VzaW48YnIgLz5BcHBlYXJhbmNlOiBBIHZlcnkgc2hvcnQsIGJ1dCB0aGluIGJveS4gSGUgbm9ybWFsbHkgd2VhcnMgYSBwYWlyIG9mIGplYW5zIGFuZCBhIHQtc2hpcnQgc3BvcnRpbmcgYW4gb2JzY3VyZSBpbnRlcm5ldCBtZW1lLjxiciAvPlBlcnNvbmFsaXR5OiBBbiBpbnRlcm5ldCBuZXJkIGJ5IHRoZSB2ZXJ5IGRlZmluaXRpb24uIEhlIGxpa2VzIHN0dWZmIGxpa2UgTUxQLCBNTU9SUEcncyBhbmQgYW5pbWUuIEhlIHJhcmVseSBnZXRzIGludG8gZmlnaHRzLCBhbmQgaXMgZWFzaWx5IHB1c2hlZCBhcm91bmQuIEJ1dCB3aGVuIGhlIGNhbiBiZSB1c2VmdWwsIGhlIGlzIHZlcnkgdXNlZnVsLjxiciAvPkJpbzogQm9ybiBpbiB0aGUgdXBwZXIgcmVhY2hlcyBvZiBTY290bGFuZCwgaGlzIG1vdGhlciBhbmQgZmF0aGVyIGhhZCB0byBtb3ZlIGF3YXkgdG8gTmV3IFlvcmsuIFRoZXkgaGFkIHRvIGJlY2F1c2UgaGlzIGZhdGhlciBoYWQgdGVzdGlmaWVkIGFnYWluJ3N0IEphY2sgUm9nZXJzLCBhIHNlcmlhbCBraWxsZXIgd2hvIGhhZCBraWxsZWQgMTAgd29tZW4gYW5kIDUgbWVuLCBiZWNhdXNlIG9mIHRoaXMgdGhlIE1jTWlsbGFuIGZhbWlseSBnb3QgcHV0IG9uIHRoZSB3aXRuZXNzIHByb3RlY3Rpb24gcHJvZ3JhbSBhbmQgYWxsIG1vdmVkIHRvIE5ldyBZb3JrLiBKYW1lcyBoYWQgaGFkIGEgdmVyeSB0cm91YmxlZCBsaWZlLCBoaXMgc2lzdGVyIHBhc3NlZCBhd2F5IHdoZW4gaGUgd2FzIG9ubHkgNSBhbmQgaGUgd2FzIGJ1bGxpZWQgcHJldHR5IG11Y2ggYWxsIHRocm91Z2ggc2Nob29sLiBIZSBzcGVudCBtb3N0IG9mIGhpcyB0aW1lIGxlYXJuaW5nIHRvIHByb2dyYW0gYW5kIGhhY2ssIGV2ZW50dWFsbHkgZ2V0dGluZyBpbnRvIHRyb3VibGUgd2hlbiBoZSBoYWNrZWQgaW50byBoaXMgc2Nob29sJ3Mgd2Vic2l0ZSBhbmQgcG9zdGVkIGluY3JlZGlibHkgc2ljayBwaWN0dXJlcyBvbiB0aGVyZS4gSGUgbmV2ZXIgcmVhbGx5IGhhZCBtYW55IGZyaWVuZHMsIGJ1dCB0aGUgb25lIGZyaWVuZCBoZSBkaWQgaGF2ZSwgY2FsbGVkIEpvaG4gd2FzIGFsc28gb25lIG9mIHRoZSBsZXNzIHBvcHVsYXIga2lkcyBpbiBoaXMgc2Nob29sLjwvcD4=
Accepted and we're starting tomorrow after I finish memorizing your sheets. Thank you for participating everyone.
Ok, send me a message when we start. Also, I'm not really sure how to lay out my posts. Should they be kind of like a diary entry, or a third person description of what my character is doing?
James 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
Accepted and we're starting tomorrow after I finish memorizing your sheets. Thank you for participating everyone.
Ok, send me a message when we start. Also, I'm not really sure how to lay out my posts. Should they be kind of like a diary entry, or a third person description of what my character is doing?
It should be a third person description of your character's actions. Also I'm going to start today since I remembered all of the characters now1.
The Family House, Owling street (two streets away from the market)
The fog outside the house thickens as the beasts circle around the house. Things are not looking so good for the family who has no parents to keep the anxiety from getting to them. Ryan had just finished writing in Jake's journal and called everyone to pick up a weapon. He himself looked for the family's emergency fire ax.
"Guys I think we could make use of the pool table's sticks and chairs around the house. Let's leave the hunting gun cabinet alone since I believe neither of us knows how to work a gun. Also did you know that Chuck Norris could SWIM on LAND, HA."
David was leaning against the wall, keeping a cool head. "Can't say I disagree, If it's sharp, I can do something with it..." he said as he took out a glass and kicked in the door to Dad's whiskey cabinet. "What do you call a kid with a shot glass?" He asked on-one as he filled the glass and drank it down.. He winced and sighed "Daaaaaaavid..."
James ponders a moment what David's joke meant, he never really had a good sense of humor. "Couldn't we maybe have a little bit of training with the gun, I'm sure we could find somewhere to practice in this little house. "Also, if we are using the snooker cues it would be just like that scene from Shaun of the Dead, lol" James cringes at such a terrible joke.
"Do you really want to practice using a loud gun when we're trying to stay hidden? James, get your head in the game! We are in the middle of an apocalypse! If we attract too much attention to ourselves we're screwed...just like Jake. I hope he's alright."
A crash is heard up from the attic!
"James one of us is fearful of these beasties apparently. They found us! We have to hurry and get weapons soon. The kitchen has a few butcher knives. Let's get them. Also why aren't seaguls named after the bay? Because nobody wants to be a bagel! HAHAHA"
"'Lotta noise fer one beastie!" called John from the other room "Probably Auntie's of her meds again, HAH!" He entered the room holding a home-made toy gun from years past. It was made from wood instead of plastic so could be used as a club. "We should probably find some components for a pen gun, load it with nails, and hide behind a door untilthe monster comes in sight. For the record, I blame Steven King for this. Lousy no good writing-books-that-coincidentally-mirror-the-end-times punk."
David sighed as he had another drink. "How the hell did the Shawside...what was it called...How did it cause this, might I ask?...like the man asked "Doctor, Doctor, I Think I'm going Blind"." He filled another. "He was told 'Damn right you are, This is a flower Shop'."
"Well John I think that just might work, but for now I have to take care of the beasties upstairs. You guys down there have fun. We have to leave soon so hurry up."
Ryan broke the glass and pulled out the fire ax near the fire escape of the house. He then ran upstairs to find no more than 4 beasties. He decided not to risk getting killed and simply began to pile things onto the entrance of the attic barricading it.
"Guys we have to leave soon. The barricade might not hold up for long and I don't want to know if those beasts are Chinese food fans."
"aaahhhh I see what c'ya did there..." David chuckled as he took the ax off Ryan "Best give that to someone who knows how to use it..." he said, recalling his street days. "So, shall we flee or see if i can't ram this though one of their skulls?"
"We have to go! We've been here way too long. I'll go grab a few knifes and we're gonna head out to the market. That's our last hope for survival since there's no more rats to munch on. Dont worry though, I left a note behind saying where we're going so our bodies will be found if this is gonna end."
Ryan went to the kitchen and pulled out the largest knives there, handing one each to everyone in the group.
"We'll need these to defend ourselves. Either way, since David has the ax, he shall lead the group's defense. We're heading out right now."
Ryan scribbled something into Jake's notebook and opened the door to the foggy world outside.
John slapped James. He really enjoyed it. "Calm down, you little stereotype! Keep doing that and, by god, I'll give you something to be scared about! How about you keep quiet and keep making jokes, and we'll handle this! A man comes in a bar... no, wait, it was a horse... So a man comes in a horse..." John struck out at the nearest beastie.
"OK, I've calmed down now. I'm just gonna pretend that the beasties are people attacking MLP, that will work. Quick fetch me something to hit these pony hating bastards with!"
David throws him a candlestand
"Hey beasties! A man walks into a bar!"
James shoves the candlestand into one of the beast's ribs!
January 5, 2012
The end has begun! The people were right! The world will end in 2012! There has been a dense fog outside for the past four days, and I need to go outside to get food now. The only problem though is that there are creatures with wings, fangs, claws, and other horrid appendages flying around looking for prey. I think they choose prey based on fear because they killed my alien-paranoid neighbor first on my street. In order to keep them away from my house I make jokes about them to myself to make them seem like silly butterflies instead of fearless bloodthirsty monstrosities. My family also is making jokes about them with me, including my brothers, sister, and Dad. As the oldest son I have to go find food first with Dad. If I don't make it, I will suffer a horrid fate.
January 8, 2012
Three days have past since Dad and Jake left the house. I am writing in his journal to ensure that our bodies will be found if we are discovered by the monsters. We are hiding in the basement of the house. We have no food and have resorted to eating the mice running around here. With Dad gone we have no one to protect us from the beasties and if we are found I am responsible for the rest of my family. I am going to start a mission to get to the market soon. I hope that I won't have the same fate as Dad and Jake.
January 9, 2012
I have convinced my family to gather up useful supplies and weapons to go with me to the market. Doing this was not hard though because they aren't afraid of the beasties anymore. Now comes the hard part which is actually getting to the market. I am leaving this journal behind to let others know where our bodies may end up. Goodbye cruel world.
The Wonderful End
Hi Escapists. This is my new RP that will hopefully finally win your hearts. It's about the end of the world, and you struggling to stay alive. With the mother dead, the father gone, and oldest brother gone; this RP has a different kind of struggle because now everyone is a young kid. Please try to keep that struggle visible in your posts. Good luck to you all!
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