KingOfNeverLanD

[s]The City of Swords: Corruptions End[/s] (Dead)

I'll be waiting for you to be online again so we can continue.

The Colony. (Another zombie RP)

When Cliff arrived near his apartment he saw dozen of soldiers outside. "No.1876 Cliff Stark you are under arrest for plotting against the goverment. You have a right to remain silent!" Soldier shouted. They were preparing to burst through the door. Cliff hid behind the other building. "Tch. So they found me." He thought as he ran toward the other side knowing if they catch him now he is finished.

Let This Be My Last Touch

I wonder that myself. It seems a newcomer who does not know about the rules.

Let This Be My Last Touch

@akje@Rook@Lord Orr

IC is up.

Let This Be My Last Touch

"Last Touch. An event which destroyed humanity. A will of a God? A punishment for evil deeds? It could be both, although the real answer those who left won't find in this world." - From the Book Of Destruction, writter unknown.

Soma was standing on a cliff looking in a distance seeing an endless wasteland before him. Endless desert now covering the whole world where once powerful cities reigned. Last Touched erased it all along side the memory of sinners. Soma was one of the humans who did not departure for Future and now he cries along other android type humans for redemption, for forgivness of his past deeds. Sinners is their name now that perfectly describes this world as a rotten world where only those who sinned can live.

Soma was standing leaned on his hover bike, he slowly removed his googles from his head and see clear in a distance. Endless nothingness now ruled, wasteland, deserts and androids is all he know in this ruin of a past world. How can one to find a forgivness in such a place. The thoughts constantly echoed in his mind. He just stared in blank space, trying not to think, but he couldn't block the thoughts. "It's dawn again. Sun's rays are more brighter today." He whispered looking at the sunrise. "It's time to move." He whispered again returning his googles on his face and starting the engine of his bike and drove down the cliff as the wind calmly blew in his face.

[s]The City of Swords: Corruptions End[/s] (Dead)

Soma was finishing up his meal and drink when he heard the password. "What? Are this guys idiots or what? If there were some royal knight here you would already be locked up in a cell my friends" Soma thought as finished his drink. "Should I help this bunch of fools?" He said to himself whispering. "Well surely I'm not hurrying to a meeting with such people who can't even arrange a proper meeting then they threw a password that is pretty obvious and any sane person not to mention an imperial could understand that something fishy is going here." He kept his thoughts to himself ignoring the meeting and ordering a one more drink. "Hey you bartender one more at the table. Don't make waiting." He shouted putting a smile on his face. "So where are the ladies here?" He said with a charming tone, hoping to see a pretty female sitting at the table near him, but only what he could see was fat, disgusting drunks.

The Colony. (Another zombie RP)

After leaving Dimitri's apartment Cliff could not be at ease. Could he trust them. They don't seem trust worthy. But they were his one way ticket to get out of this place. After leaving the apartment and gone down the street, Cliff was stopped by a group of soldiers. "Stop. Daily routine show your ID." Cliff stayed cool although he was nervous. It wasn't just daily routine he knew they were searching someone, he knew they were searching for people who helped the punished man a while back. After seeing his ID they continued marching forward. It was a close call, but they didn't seen his face back then. Although that is just what he thinks. He continued to his basement to get ready.

Persona RP

I'll try to bring OOC up for the weekend.

Let This Be My Last Touch

I was hoping to see one more person joining us, but it seems we won't see that happen any time soon. I could bring IC tomorrow.

Let This Be My Last Touch

Accepted.