Others and Humans
1) If talking ooc(out of character) type in double parenthesis, ((like this))
2) No killing of other characters unless OK'd by both the owner of the character.
3) You must create a character in the OOC and be accepted.
4) Keep it PG-13 in the thread. If you want to go beyond that, then PM that person.
5) You can have no more than three characters at a time.
6) If you have any other questions on the roleplay PM me.
7) Remeber this is in Modern Times.
Grott hummed to himself, idly scratching his side. He realized a few flakes of gray-green skin had come off when he did that. He moved his hand up, and sniffed his fingers, recoiling in disgust. He decided not to worry about it.
Squatting in the muck under the bridge, he admired the scenery as best he could from where he was at. There were trees around him, he was in the woods. A small sign said "Campsite: 4 miles" on the far side of the bridge, the road stretching on afterwards. Grott would confess that he had seen no animals or humans walk across the bridge yet, he had just recently set up. At around that time, Grott heard a noise from far off, coming closer. It didn't sound like feet, but he still prepared to hop up onto the bridge and accost whoever or whatever would come across!
He waited, and then he pounced! He slammed onto the bridge with his fat, ugly body right in front of a silver pickup, the humans inside suddenly screaming. He tilted his head, scratching it in confusion. Another monster ate those humans before he could? And it had a transparent stomach?
The troll stepped forward, picking up the front end of the pickup with his immense strength and looked under it, hoping to find something. The tires suddenly started to move, and one of them dug into Grott's hand, making him howl in pain. He let go of the pickup as an object slammed from the truck's bed onto the ground, ice and water flowing everywhere from it, as the truck moved backwards quickly. Grott roared and chased it a little, but it was too far and he didn't want to stray from his bridge. Besides- the thing had dropped something! He walked over to the object and realized it was a cooler. He dug through it, eating a few sandwiches in one bite, and he enjoyed them. So, he put the cooler under one arm and started to pick through it like candy, just enjoying the meal he had just earned. He also stuck his injured hand in the ice, it felt nice. How could this day possibly get any better?
I run along a road scared...on all fours and accidentally crash into something on a bridge...i look down scared to move as my ears go down and against my head(she is scared to death)...
At the end of the ice, Necras looked at the troll. "Sup." He said to Grott, waving his hand and adjusting his glasses.
Originally Posted by Rufus
I roll over and clutch my side where a sword wound is...i whimper in pain
Grott looked around stupidly for a moment, his eyes scanning and trying to pick up information from his unfortunately slow brain.
"Why come on my bridge? Leave!" He said, flicking the other two away with a small gesture from his hand. He did not care about them, and since he currently had food he just wanted them to leave. Of course, if they could add something special to his meal then he would be much more interested, perhaps that very thing would be them themselves; the Troll had no qualms about eating the flesh of other intelligent creatures. He took a moment to scowl at the two, before he started to dig through his new cooler again, finding an appetizing looking hunk of cheese that had been brought along.
Necras poked the troll from inside the cooler. "Boop. Boop." He said everytime he poked Grott, and handing the hungry troll sandwiches time to time.
Originally Posted by Rufus