Bearzerker Z

Bear Test

Growl.

Name Change Request

Hello! I hope you've had some fantastic holidays recently! I was hoping I could change my name to

Bearzerker Z

if that is alright. Thanks in advance!

Name change request

'GhostNote a bit' then?

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

Location: Nowhere, USA > Ozzie's Apartment (The Next Day) || Mentions: @Zyshi

"I... I do," Ozzie said with a crooked smile as he looked at her. His hair was pulled back in a sort of man-bun and his beard was freshly trimmed. The black tuxedo shirt he wore complimented his cargo shorts which, in turn, matched his formal flip flops. He was determined to look his classiest on this of all days. It was important. As he held her hands, he looked into her eyes. Tears began welling up in his own as he waited for the ceremony to continue.

An older gentlemen in priestly robes stood between them and nodded before turning his attention to the girl. "And do you, Coffee Lady, take Ozzie Shaw to be your awfully wedded husband, to have and to hold-"

"Wait, awfully wedded husband sounds wrong," the groom chimed in.

"Yeah, I know right," the priest concurred. "Maybe it's 'softly'?"

"Huh... Softly... softly wedded husband? I mean, I don't have a 'soft' problem. If anything it's the opposite."

"Okay, how about this: Do you take Ozzie Shaw as your husband, who has no issues down there whatsoever."

"Perfect!" Ozzie exclaimed gleefully with a wide smile.

"What's the rest of it again?" The priest looked up at the sky with a wince, trying to remember the rest of the words to the vow.

"I have no idea, bro. Let's just skip it."

"Right. So, Coffee Lady... Do you?"

The bride looked back at Ozzie with a subtle grin looking adorably shy as she met Ozzie's gaze. The anticipation in the groom was beginning to build exponentially as he awaited those two little words. Even the priest leaned in uncomfortably close with anticipatory joy, staring intently at her. Slowly her soft, beautiful lips began to part and her velvet voice floated out and into Ozzie's ears.

"EHH EHH EHH EHH!" Her eyes were incredibly wide now, her face contorted as she squawked, shouting into the air.

"...dafuq..." Ozzie pulled back as his bride began kicking up her legs and flapping her arms like a chicken while crowing skyward.

"EHH EHH EHH EHH!"

Ozzie's eyes shot open, completely bloodshot. He found himself lying in his bed, staring at the broken ceiling fan that hung from above. His alarm clock chimed out mercilessly beside him. EHH EHH EHH! Ozzie turned his head to behold that it was 10am. He quickly seized the device in his hand and threw it against the wall, silencing it violently. He sat up and tried to gather his thoughts before grabbing at his cell phone and checking for messages. He clicked on Steve and reviewed the text he sent him last night:

dude wtf r u? ur missing shore. bring doritos.

There were no replies. It was particularly peculiar. Ozzie sniffed at the air, an odd odor filling his nostrils. As he looked around to try and find the source, his nose eventually led him to his own armpit. Stifling a gag, the gungy man decided he needed a plan for today. The thought of the Coffee Lady flashed in his mind once more. First thing had to be first, though. Step 1, get a shower. Step 2, find Steve. Step 3, find Coffee Lady. Step 4, he was going to get those damned Doritos even if it was the last thing he did.

As he made his way to the bathroom, he passed the living area where the sound of the television filled the room, as Ozzie had failed to turn it off the night before. A reporter stood center screen with a face of panic and confusion as she described a scene of horror behind her in the middle of an alley. The bathroom door shut and the sound of the showerhead coming to life drowned out the reporter's words.

testing the waters

Welcome and have fun!

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

Location: Nowhere, USA > Near Town Center (Sunset) || Interactions: @Zyshi@BenG85

"Nyuh hrnd," Ozzie mumbled dumbfoundedly at the woman as she walked by him, his face painted with a stupid unmoving grin as the gibberish passed his lips. Ozzie had been accused of being many things in his lifetime, but no one had ever labeled the man as suave. He watched as the Agent began his escort before looking back down on his associate who was coughing himself back toward consciousness, his skin soiled and glimmering with the remnants of the liquid that had been poured upon him.

"What happened," he asked between labored breaths.

"I screwed it up," came the reply as Ozzie watched the woman and the agent leave.

"Wha... No, I mean what happened to me?! Why am I on the ground and what is this on my face?"

"Oh." Oz turned to Steve, looking down upon him for a moment. "I told you, dude. You're bad at being invisible. You made us look like a couple of idiots. If you don't start taking this stuff seriously, we're always going to look like clowns." He huffed, the mild anger in his voice transitioning to defeat. "We've got to up our game, man. We've got to start taking things seriously. We need to be sophisticated and respected. Maybe even feared. We run an underground criminal organization, man. We should be running this entire town!" Steve was still wiping his face off on the ground before looking up sharply, panic in his face.

"Dude, what time is it?" Ozzie raised an eyebrow and gave an exaggerated shrug, clearly not seeing the relevance of the question. "DuuUUuude! It's Jersey Shore night!

"Oh shit!" Without a moments hesitation, Ozzie took off in a sprint toward the general direction of his humble abode, not even looking back to see if Steve was following.

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

I'm fine with a jump. I think the main purpose was to introduce everyone to the others and I think that's been accomplished.

Primitive Tribe RP Idea

Take this RP concept and add a third dimension and a linear storyline and you've got the jist!

I'm wary about how this RP will play out from day to day. Conceptually it seems so intriguing but when it comes down to writing it, I'm concerned we might find ourselves in a dull position. It's going to take a lot to keep this sort of RP exciting. I'm sure you're up to the task, but I can't help but worry outloud.

Primitive Tribe RP Idea

Tentatively interested. LOVED Far Cry: Primal.

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

Location: Nowhere, USA > Near Town Center (Sunset) || Interactions: @Zyshi@BenG85

As soon as the squad car came into view, Ozzie and Steven knew what had to be done. Luckily they were well versed in culture and science, or at least how they are portrayed in films. As the hairs on their arms stood on end, an electrical surge of warning coursed through their body, triggering their educated instinct. The two immediately froze in place, knowing that if they were still enough, they could be rendered invisible to the naked eye. Where before people could see a hairy man sporting a beanie and a worn white t-shirt covered by a denim jacket standing beside his bald faced companion decked out in a dark red jumpsuit, now they could see nothing, according to the science.

“Ma’am, are these gentleman bothering you?” called out the Deputy Holtz. Not still enough, Ozzie immediately concluded. He can still sort of see us... To aid in his concentration, Ozzie took a deep breath and held it. Steve, hearing the gasp, quickly followed suit. Their already glossy eyes began to gradually puff as tears slowly formed, barely being contained by their eyelids. Their pale complexion became rosy as the conversation continued without them.

"So, where are we all going? Mustn’t go about lying to the local authorities, after all...” Agent Brand, FBI Agent, asked before exchanging introductions with Ms. Gataki, Beautiful Stranger. The pressure was becoming too much to bear as his reserve oxygen seemed just about depleted. Ozzie began feeling lightheaded and nauseous while horrified and panicked at the same time. It was time to become visible again.

In a crow of defeat, Ozzie gasped once more in a desperate attempt to refill his lungs. His body suddenly felt too heavy as he leaned over, bracing himself on his bent knees, feverishly breathing to catch his wind once more. Just then the woman turned and looked right at him. Time stopped for a moment as his bad, sickening nausea turned into a happy butterfly type of nausea. Her angelic voice fluttered out of her mouth with the grace of a swan, swimming delicately to his ears, caressing them with her velvet words...

"I don't carry cash, sorry."

And then she turned away once more.

Ozzie's chest sank, his mouth gaping in utter dumbfoundedness, unable to conceive of any sort of appropriate reaction. His heart dropped so hard that he felt like he could hear it hit the ground with a thud. A pretty heavy thud, as if it were coming from just behind him. With a cautious turn, Ozzie looked over to see an unconscious Steve who was now back to being visible as well, though it didn't look like a planned revelation.

Snapping back to the woman and the FBI Agent, Ozzie finally spoke.

"That's..! I mean, I'm not- Ugh!" The words were frustratingly hard to come by. "WE DON'T SELL... CASH... wait- Sorry for, um. My name is Ozzie! YES!!! My name is Ozzie and this is my friend Steve. He might be dead. But, I mean, it's cool though. We're not that close." Ozzie looked at the limp body. The chest could be seen moving in a rhythm which brought a relieved smirk to Oz. "Ya! See, I keep telling him you can't stay invisible for too long. Heh. He's not the sharpest lightbulb in the toolshed."