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Mystery Thread
Mystery Thread
I may be biting off way more than I can chew, but I am making a new thread. So, yea yea, heard that one before. Mystery in an old house. You are invited, then people go missing. Exept:
1 This isn't like a Ski Lodge
2 This is an RPG
3 The twists will keep coming
4 There are extra rules!
Rules:
Act howeaver you want, but be careful, the jerks will disappear/die first.
Please, no OP people.
Follow my lead, and stay with the story. No making up random stuff.
Fill out the character sheet completely.
Ok, here is another note:
I will tell you things like "So and so found a hidden room!" and you can post things like "I found a hidden room in X place.", so I will tell you what happens, and you can respond howeaver. There will be times were I do long posts, howeaver.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Description:
Personality:
Biggest Dream:
Worst Fear:
Favorite Color:
Will You Have Crushes Later:
Favorite Weapon:
Pets:
Favorite Band:
Favorite Book:
Other:
Long, right? But for this to work, I will need it all. And another thing: Please tell me before you quit.
Anything else?
Begin the Begin! (REM, you are awsome!!!)
submitted by Gared
(July 17, 2016 - 3:06 pm)
(July 17, 2016 - 3:06 pm)
Oh okay, I get it now. I understood what the satire was for, but it confused me why the story was so short. If you could make more installations to the story, that would be nice.
(July 22, 2016 - 11:31 pm)
Great. The one time you wrote me into this post, you misspelled my name. And then it's over without any plot development. Wow. So that's it? No more?
(July 22, 2016 - 5:45 pm)
I think that sounds a bit rude...
(July 22, 2016 - 9:58 pm)
I would agree. I really want to have the story as-is, but I will continue a little bit.
(July 22, 2016 - 10:31 pm)
Sorry if it sounded rude, it had nothing to do with you. I was having a rough day. My apologies.
(July 22, 2016 - 10:49 pm)
(July 22, 2016 - 4:49 pm)
Yeah, I get the satire. So is that the end then?
(July 22, 2016 - 6:18 pm)
Since there seems to be outrage about the ending, I will continue the story. It will be dark, and be warned, it will be way more intense.
(July 22, 2016 - 9:54 pm)
I will do a few more posts.
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Five years later:
Scyllia ran. Oh, she ran. Jumping over cracks, diving through open doorways. Ever since the meeting with Elliot Holding Corporation, she had ran. She thought back to right after the zombies swarmed the Armory. The fall of Gared, then the jump out the window. They had all made it out alright. Exept for Gared. Well, to be fair, he was just bairly human. But still. Danie had swung down hordes of the undead as September threw daggers. They had all ran to a van, and set off for Portland.
Now, Portland was the safest place in Oregon. Walls and trenches had been set up. Everyday was a struggle against the undead.
“Hello, captain Scyllia. We have just set up a deal with a group known as Elliot Corp. They want controll of Portland, and in exchange, they will give us weapons and supplies.” The voice of another fighter reached Scyllia’s ears as she meditated. No. It couldn’t be true. Gared was dead.
(July 22, 2016 - 10:09 pm)
Oh my whiskers! Thank you! By the way, my name's Scylla. No 'i'.
I had no idea you were going to continue! Your writing has such a quirky charm to it and seeing that you're still going is like... like... the best gift ever! Sure!
(July 22, 2016 - 10:51 pm)
Ahhhh! I thought your name was different. I'm sorry. And I have some new ideas to continue the story.
(July 23, 2016 - 8:55 am)
hey, I don't think I'm gonna RP, okay? Someone can either take control of Cleo or kill her... I really don't care.
(July 23, 2016 - 8:27 am)
Well, this has gotten more ski-lodge ish. But sure!
(July 23, 2016 - 9:28 am)
Ok, here's some new story. Also, who wants to be the next MC?
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Danie was sleeping as Scylla and September walked in. They seemed… repressed. They had a blank expression on their faces, and spoke not once. That was fitting. Danie was seriously hurt, and sick. It had turned out that zombies were actually carriers of a lot of diseases, and attacking one without a hazmat suit was deadly. At this point, Lieutenant Charlie walked in. He was one of the best fighters, and a gas-mask dangled from one hand.
“Scylla! How are you?” He called out with his subtle British accent.
“Well, fine. No clue who this Elliot Corp. Is? Scyllia excitedly asked.
“Well, we know they sprang from Gared Tech and Elliot Holding Corporation.”
“No, no, nooooooooooooo!” Scylla screamed.
“Uh, are you OK?” Charlie looked scared.
“You: bring me my rifle. When he lands, there will be an execution.” Scylla cried hoarsely and without fear.
(July 23, 2016 - 9:16 am)
New post!
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Cleo jumped down a wall. SHe fell face first. The onlookers watched in horror- until the rope caught her, and she floated in the air. Her gas mask and gloves protected her from the infections that would kill an unprotected fighter. Then the ‘copter came.
It was equipped with what looked like barbed wire on the blades. It was dark, with the bulk of a machine gun at the front. Cleo looked and saw a door. It required a passcode, but she had other ideas. Jumping through the window, Cleo tossed daggers which nearly missed the head of Gared, the stuck-up, idiot, CEO of Elliot Corp.
“So,” He said. “I was thinking that you would come here.”
“The same to you. Now get a gas mask or you’ll die.” She said, surprised that she was worried. I guess it is a weird sensation to feel worried for an object of pure evil.
“Oh, I gave up that fight months ago” He said, grinning.
“What?” Cleo croaked.
Gared rolled up his left arm. The flesh was green and rotten, and looked like the… zombies? Gared was a zombie?
Scylla burst in, rifle at the ready. This was… complicated.
(July 23, 2016 - 9:40 am)