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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)
ewwwwwwwww
(July 23, 2016 - 2:15 pm)
That last part was awesome! And since you were wondering who wanted to be the next MC, could I?
(July 23, 2016 - 1:23 pm)
Sure! It may be a while, since I just did a post, but that sounds great!
(July 23, 2016 - 2:19 pm)
Hmmm . . this writing is interesting. It seems like you try to write what appears in a movie.
(July 23, 2016 - 1:50 pm)
What do you mean?
(July 23, 2016 - 2:21 pm)
Welj I just meant you try to portray each scene and describe as if you were describing a movie scene, like putting in interesting comebacks and actions.
It reminds me a bit of how I try write (I envision a movie), even though it's different.
I'm not sure if that's what you're trying to do, but it's pretty good.
Also kudos for making me laugh in the zombie scene. I probably would . . .
(July 23, 2016 - 2:59 pm)
Fighting zombies was almost too easy. Sure, there was risk, but as Novelist shot her bow at the zombie mob, she was almost laughing. She was running to the Elliot Corp. helicopter, were Cleo and Scylla were fighting against Gared’s superzombies.
The sun dissapeared behind a huge, fleashy bulk. It was made from what looked like about 50 individual zombies, and swung swords in about 25 hands, while the remaining apendages clawed at the ground. It looked like some evil sort of bear, with a face that seemed gelatinous. Gared, the scum-eater, rode on it’s back. He was part zombie already, and he seemed to have gone insane while slowly mutating. Scylla was firing her rifle, while a a new fighter ran in. Together, Scylla, Novelist, Cleo, and Brooklyn, who had just arrived, fought against the beast. Then Brooklyn fired her slingshot and hit the superzombie in the face. It reeled back and fell, while Scylla and Cleo pulled out short swords to face Gared with, while Brooklyn and Novelist hauled the wounded helicopter pilot to Portland.
“So” Gared said, twirling two longswords. “We have at last met with fresh eyes.”
“Yea?” Scylla said as she slashed at Gared’s infected arm. “Well all I see is an idiot.” She slammed the sword into his side. Gared crumpled to the floor. But as he fell, the flesh wound closed, and the flesh turned green.
“I would look forward to the dance you promised me.” Gared had already climbed back up.
“Well, I only dance with men. You are not a man,” she said.
Cleo then jumped from atop the helicopter. She landed on GAred, who collapsed.
“Come on. Get in,” a new voice said. A Jeep was standing right next to them. A woman stuck her head out. She looked them over, then the back doors flew open. A boy stepped out from behind a tree.
“I,” he said, “call shotgun.” He stepped into the front seat.
(July 23, 2016 - 2:18 pm)
Fantastic! Thanks again for writing more. I know how exhausting it is to write ski lodges (I wrote my own) and admire you for continuing.
(July 23, 2016 - 3:05 pm)
Thank you. I really like the encouragement. It makes it easeir to write really long posts.
(July 23, 2016 - 4:39 pm)
Ashlee slammed down the radio. Cleo and Scylla, captured by a terrorist orginazation? What was going on? She walked to the radar room, and saw the dot moving away. Why did they get in? Were they forced? What was going on. Then the dot started coming back. They were heading to Portland? What was going on.
Sorry its short.
Don't worry, Ashlee will be in the next story as well.
(July 23, 2016 - 2:36 pm)
Ashlee walked down the deserted streets of Portland. This had been the Pearl District, and she could see the deserted ruin of Powell’s Bookstore. The Jeep was supposed to stop here. Then, in a swirl of smoke and dirt, the Jeep spun around. A young woman walked out, followed by Scylla and Cleo. The woman stepped aside, and Cleo spoke.
“We are in trouble,” she muttered. “I have seen the factory where Gared is making the Superzombies. I think this is the end.”
“Hey! You haven’t been blowing up zombies without me, have you?” a new voice cut in. Swinging from a streetlamp was Danie, her hair plastered with muck, her belt stuffed with electronic devices. She jumped to the ground and landed with a baseball bat in her hands.
“What?” Scylla said. “You were dying this morning.”
“Ha!” Danie was laughing. “I was faking it, at least for the last few days. There was a break in. A Superzombie got in.”
“Oh, I am glad to see you are still alive, but we have info.” The boy had just stepped out. “Hi,” he said. “I am Elliot, Gared’s older brother. And since mommy and daddy are out, I am in charge. And, boy, does Gared need to be grounded.”
(July 23, 2016 - 4:59 pm)
“Over there!” Gared screamed. He was preparing the next wave of Superzombies. The hulks waited as a crowd of zombie-human mutants readied their weapons. But as they began to march, a new noise cut in: the scream of an engine. The Jeep spun around as Elliot walked out, wearing a suit. He carried a briefcase. The same briefcase that had held the Powerbracelets. Then Elliot rolled up his suit arms. All over his arm were the little metal Powerbreacelets. Elliot sent a fireball at the zombies. GAred ran.
“So, dear brother,” Elliot said, disintegrating rouge zombies that hadn’t been frozen solid. “HAve you been naughty? Chasing girls again?” At that moment, Elliot fired a bolt of lightning at the ground by Gared’s feet. “I always warned you” Elliot said as Scylla and Novelist handcuffed GAred.
“Well, you learned your lesson about setting off apocalypses, and convincing girls to go to dances with you against their greater judgment. Cleo helped drag Gared to the Jeep, where they could restrain him more.
(July 23, 2016 - 6:26 pm)
Come on! Tooooop!
(July 24, 2016 - 10:55 am)
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I love the story so far! SuperZombies? Those will lead to some trouble, no doubt.
(July 24, 2016 - 12:05 pm)
And it is never a bad idea to be in a car with an insane zombie/human... But thanks!
(July 24, 2016 - 4:27 pm)