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A ginger boy stalked over and shouted at Morganna "Hey! What's your problem it was an accident. They happen y'know?"
This made Morganna tense up as she glared at the boy. Nobody had ever talked to her like that. That just made her more angry and she began to fume "Who are you? Wait nevermind, I don't care. Are you coming to Florence? If you are, put your stuff in the back. I want to go"
She snapped at the kid, and got into the truck's driver seat. And sat sulking with her arms crossed.
AngelNoire said
Yeeeeeaah I'm out. The whole first season of the walking dead, and years supply worth of diesel thing is too much. Also the reasoning behind the entire farm is better in the short term thing was poorly done. Sorry man, but it's badlogic. Theres only so much ridiculous you can put into a realistic rp. Youre turning this Jed character into some kind of flawless champion of the people, and even from a GM its basically god-modding. And anyone with experience with godmodding knows that the only two ways are get the gm to kick the godmodder, or leave. Since the GM aint kicking himself, I'm a-gonna go with leave. I know most of you wont see it yet, and thats fine... but im willing to bet alot of you will get what i meant in the weeks to come as it becomes more apparent.At any rate, I'll write myself out. No killing me off, I find that distasteful to do without the writers permission,


How is this in any way illogical? Hiding behind walls is not going to help anyone escape the enemy which surrounds them in the air they breathe. So toodles it is.
(Those going to Florence, you join me now) Morganna
Morganna stood next to Jed, watching the crowd he had gathered.
The rest of the guys were leaning against the truck. The back was filled with backpacks of clothes and food. Luckily her late husband was a zombie enthusiast, and after his first season of The Walking Dead he had built a safe room with all the needed supplies, including a years worth of diesel. Above the truck a solar panel gleamed, a supplement for the truck's power thanks to Morganna's talented abilty with a pair of wire citters and wire.

Her long red hair was braided and lay slumped over her shoulder . One of the guys on the truck's bonnet slipped and fell forward, knocking a dent into the car "Oi! Watch it asshole" she swore at him. Shoving him away from the car where she leant, now protecting the vechile from any further damage. One of the kids checked out his forehead where he had hit the car, it was scratched and bleeding "see if you can get him a brain as well" she called to the first aider.

Once the party was asembled and Jed had spoken to them she hollered "anyone going to Florence, over here!"
Guys c'mon. It's Christmas and we all have our own lives. Just because not everyone is constantly posting does not mean we're inactive. On a lighter note, I went cosplaying on Sauturday, which was a lot of fun! Was thinking of doing my own warrior character for next
Twistedgrin said
So rude! She was so nice, Did she really need too...."shades on" Rock her?! Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!On another note, Sal and Eden are that odd kind of similar, I see interesting synergy in combat!


Hehe, that joke made me giggle. Reading through my post again I can see Sal and Eden either getting on really well, or not at all. Fire and Earth is an unheard of combination. Well at least the way I'm thinking (which is Earth and Fire benders from avatar:last airbender)

I also think it's cool that Sal, sounds like sun. And Eden, garden of eden. Fire and Earth
Eden awoke in a beautiful emerald forest. Lush trees pressed in around her, embracing her, and the sound of bird song filled her ears. Looking up in awe she began to walk forward and next thing she knew, she was falling. She hit the ground and collapsed into a bundle. She rolled over and rubbed her shoulder on which she fell. Looking up again she saw gravel and sand following her into the hole.. No, not hole. A cavern. She could see blue sky through the trees above her.

As she got up, the hole into the cavern began to retreat. While she was sitting the ceiling appeared to be in arm's reach but as she rose it retreated to be three times as high as her. "What?" She exclaimed, looking around the cave it appeared to be lit from the inside, a golden aura shone out the rock.

"Hello my champion" a voice boomed through the space, a mighty voice, as strong as a boulder. Eden's first reaction was one of fright, followed by the thought "I am not your anything." She was shocked to discover that her thoughts echoed through the cavern without her mouth moving. The voice rumbled with quiet laughter. "I am Taurin, born of brown earth and golden sun. And we have chosen you to be our champion" the voice boomed again. "Who's we?" Eden asked, the voice halted, unsure of how to answer, but Eden was off already "where am I? And what do you mean by champion?"

"I have a gift to give, power, amazing power. And on our-my behalf you must go into the human world and fight my enemies"
A boulder a way off from Eden moved, and split open. Revealing a great big golden eye that stared into her soul. An image of Sauron's eye in Lord of the rings, flashed briefly through her mind.
"Who will I be fighting?" She was uncomfortable underneath the crushing power of Taurin's gaze.
"The occasional ogre, maybe a troll. Nothing drastic. At least not until your strength has increased" the eye moved, as did a large part of the cave floor, at first Eden feared an earthquake, but then she noticed it was only part of the cave moving, what she took to be a hill shook and burst apart. Rocks flying everywhere, with a cry Eden rose her hands to protect her face. When the dust settled, before her was a mighty beast. It's scaled rippled, reflecting granite, then lush forest, then desert, then rich clay and fields of wheat. It's eye was as big as her torso, it's head was massive, four people could fit in it's jaw, before it even opened her mouth. Strangely, she was not afraid. But the awe she had for this mighty god brought her to her knees. A large smile crossed her face, as she dreamt of riding this amazing creature into battle, her face painted with gold shouting a mighty war cry as she crushed the oppostition. "Let's do it" she said with a lunatic sparkle in her eye.
Eden woke up, blinking slowly as she stretched. The clink of metal drew her out of her mental slumber. Her body was adorned with rich armour. She had such a strange dream that night, with a dragon, who gave her powers and a sword and armour. Looking alongside her bed she jumped when she saw the sword. Without thinking about it she threw the sword into the cupboard and closed the door. She struggled to find the straps to get the armour off and it followed the sword into the bottom of her cupboard. She stood panting with effort against the closed door. Then she slowly pulled it open again. The armour was still there, gleaming at her. "So it wasn't a dream" she gulped. Someone knocked on the door. Peeking her head around the door she looked who it was, it was the person who lived in the room next to hers, "you okay? There was quite a racket coming from here just now"

"I'm fine, it's all fine. Just dropped some stuff" she snapped at the small girl.
"You sure, sounded like more than something dropping."
"Why, do you think I'll lie to you" she closed the door on the poor girl's face.

She stomped over to her cupboard, roughly tugging on the clothes she had lain out the night before. Before she left her room the sword caught her eye, she suddenly felt guilty for leaving it there. The dragon mentioned that she must always carry it anyway. In a rush she unclipped the sheath from the armour belt and tossed it into her hockey bag, throwing the books in as well to hide the weapon and make sure she only carried one bag.
She locked the cupboard after her and left the room, closing the door loudly as stomped past the poor girl from earlier. She left for the school building, deciding to skip breakfast. 10 minutes until class begins
Hi everyone, so deathdaeg (hope I spelt that right, can't copy and paste on here) has agreed to be my co-gm until my internet has returned. Incase anyone is wondering how I post- I have a blackberry and when it is not rebooting, I use my mobile internet to post. But I loose so many posts it's ridiculous.
Teri
Jed was promtly bombarded with questions so I left him, lifting the radio to my mouth I pressed a button and spoke into it. A second letter "Testing" echoed out all the radio's in the room. People turned to look at me and I just looked back at them what? They needed to be tried out. Whatever. I stuffed the radio into my pocket and left the hall. Unclipping the two dogs who were estatic to see me again, I immediatly mounted Black Beauty and kicked him on, away from the hall. The dogs will be able to keep up, but for now. We need to get home, and fast.
That night I worked. I packed a tent, gas cooker, all the bottled water and food I owned, what little toiletries I owned, blankets, clothes, all the basic stuff. Into suitcases that were stashed in the cupboard of my bedroom. I then filled several cardboard boxes with soil and dug out and re-potted all my plants. No way in hell I'm letting my hard work go to waste.

Then I pulled my small cart out the garage and piled everything on. I made it with my boyfriend when we looted houses together before he...
Our names were branded onto the drivers seat of the cart with tipex. He had painted the wood dark green, my favourite colour and the colour of my eyes. "Hmph" was all I had to say to the memories.

I barely slept that night and arose when the sky started to lighten. I buckled Beauty up and attached him to the cart, the dogs jumped into the back and lay ontop of my pile of blankets. I looked back at my house. It's green roof, the ivy that was now so out of control you could barely open the gate. The drive way where I would play ball games alone as a child. And the roof that I always dreamed of sitting on but never picked up the courage to brave the dangerous walk across the thin tin of the garge roof to climb on the clay tiles. A lump rose in my throat, and I struggled to breathe normally. Birds sang around me as the echoes of hooves on tar clapped around me.
As eauty trotted I sang, I was never religious even though I went to a catholic junior school, but somehow Kumbaya my lord was soothing. Probably just the slow meleody.
Post coming up soon :)
I did what I could with one post, I'll be looking for a co-GM just to handel things when I'm not here.
This post explained: here is your opportunity for your character to leave to go to Florence if they want, or for you to stay with the crowd. Since introductions are pretty much over, I'll be time skipping soon so we can get the show on the road and do missions and stuff
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