Little Bill

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@Sloth@The Bork Lazer
You two are accepted.

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@Stormflyx@Stitches@DinoNuts Accepted! Feel free to move them over.

Silent Hill: Reburial

Giving this one bump because I have added an explanation, and more than one bump is for tryhards.

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@Stitches Ten traits would work, but any edits aren't showing up on my end.

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Now that reviews are complete, I have a chance to answer all the questions people have asked.

Questions

You said that these zombies will 'ignore any wounds that are not immediately fatal such as decapitation or destruction of the brain.' Is this a typo or is this actually an element of the RP?

This is an element of the roleplay -- our zombies do not feel pain or fear. Ripping off an arm or a leg would undoubtedly kill them due to the blood loss this presents, and a weapon's "stopping power" is only useful if it can momentarily knock a zombie off its feet.

Are these zombies able to disobey the laws of thermodynamics and continue to walk for weeks on end without a source of food or will they naturally perish after some time?

No. In descending rank of preference, zombies eat humans, animals, unspoiled food they come across, canned or jarred food they come across, spoiled food they come across, small or weak zombies, and dead humans/zombie bodies. Starving zombies do not feel the pain of starvation, but they are more lethargic and are prone to fainting. Zombies dying of starvation will keep walking and fainting until their body has eaten all available fat and their organs start to shut down.

I'm also assuming judging by the description of stags being affected by the virus, I'm assuming that there will be animal zombies in this RP as well?

Only if I can make it fun to read. The cast stumbling upon a herd of wild zombie horses standing silently in an open field? Zombified bears, bulls, and crocodiles being used in a slew of endless boss battles? Kinda trite.

Is this outbreak local in Florida only or across the entire USA? (This is probably a spoiler question but I'll just ask out of curiosity.)

Who knows? Not a bunch of farmers, that's for sure.

Are we facing opponents who are tool using, self actualised individuals capable of communication and transference of skills within large social groups, as well as working together to solve problems and devise rudimentary tactics, such as laying traps or setting up ambushes?

The answer will not change linearly as the story progresses, but fluctuate like the shape of an amoeba. If you see where I am going with this, which I don't think anybody does yet, you would understand what I mean. If you don't, count yourself lucky that the plot has not been spoiled for you!

If we're setting the roleplay on a small family farm, how badly did the agricultural depression of the 1920s affect the family? Have they recently benefitted from the Agricultural Adjustment Act enacted by Rossevelt, or has the production limits set on their corn and cotton crops been more of a burden to their business?

Farmer Tackett is just as good at business as he is farming, so the answer to your question is that it helped. They expanded their corn and cotton to meet the maximum limitations while doing even better business with their many other crops.

How has the repeal of prohibition affected the farm? Was Farmer Tackett's basement only recently converted to the storage of liquor, or was he a bootlegger up until a year ago? Does he have a State approved license for the liquor, or is he selling it under the table?

The Tackett basement has always stored dry goods and liquor, though Henry Tackett added a moonshine distillery during prohibition, which as you can guess, was good for business. Aside from foodstuffs, the basement stores liquor for Tackett consumption, liquor for legal sale, liquor for illegal sale, and the trusty moonshine distillery.

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Sorry for the wait, ya'll. My reviews got deleted during an automatic update, so as a result, this rewritten post will be a lot less warm and friendly than my usual vibe, but also as straight and to the point as possible, so bear with me. Characters who are accepted can be moved to the characters tab and are clear to start building relationships, though as the IC is starting shortly, this is not paramount. Characters who are not accepted are "Waitlisted" until they complete any edits necessary. For some people this may be easy as there are only minor edits necessary, other people might find their extra edits more difficult. The only rule here is that you only get one edit/rewrite, so make it count. No "bad writers" applied, but I'm definitely looking for a specific, Grapes-Of-Wrath literary vibe that's hard to nail. Anyway, without further deliberation, here are the reviews.

Accepted

Daniel Marlowe
Andrew Briggs
Abigail Tackett

Not Accepted

Benjamin Hayes
- Sheet's good so far, but you haven't written a personality.

Marjorie Tackett
- Bilingual only counts for languages in which you could hold conversation, and adding a third language adds another point and becomes Trilingual. Given that you're in Florida, it also seems wholly unlikely that the ethnic makeup of the farmhands supported learning Polish, German, or Russian. Spanish works fine as a bilingual bonus, as does French Creole, but taking both would require an extra point.

- Viewing blacks as livestock is pretty extreme, especially considering Farmer Tackett is more of a prejudiced hick than a cross-burning eugenecist, so I'd like to see that toned down.

Amelie St. Joan
- Right off the bat, gonna level with you and say that if you're gonna double characters, I'd prefer a character who fits better into the 30's farmstead setting. Historically speaking, it doesn't not make sense for her to be working in the farmhouse, but I don't think an elderly, globetrotting frenchwoman is what I am looking for in the main cast. Perhaps I'd be more willing to accept exceptions to the thematic status quo in the future, but for now, I don't think I'd like to use Amelie in the story. If you're more likely to rewrite her than scrap her, the only issue I have is the Bilingual trait as mentioned in MJ's review.

Esther Eppinette

- The second half of her personality is too edgy, and tonally, not what I'm looking for in a bleak depression-era farm. Having a spunky spitfire around seems strange considering the bleakness of the setting.

- Her untrustworthy malicious streak doesn't work for me. I made Slim "act" around others, for instance, but I maintained that it's because he's a cripple who doesn't wanna get his ass kicked by a bunch of farmhands because he gets the easy jobs. Esther's hidden, cruel nature doesn't have any reason to cohesively mesh with the rest of her personality or history.

- Switchblades have not been invented. The only reason I point this out is because I researched the hell out of it when I was making a shifty cajun. There are folding pocketknives, some with button-activation, but they're far from the cool hoodlum knife you and I wanted when we set out to give our characters switchblades.

John Harke

- Simply put, this character doesn't have much of a personality or much work put into their sheet. John has traits a bunch of other applicants simply have better. This is another candidate for a rewrite.

Howard Thatcher

- So far, so good. That being said, you're still missing a few sections.

Aiden Miller

- My main issue with Miller is not that his appearance and personality are both a bit bland and straightforward -- perfectly fine for this setting, mind you -- but because this makes his history the most important section of his sheet, I have to judge his history more closely. Aiden's combined history and personality simply don't read like the biography of a real person. There exists a wicked stepmother child-beating, incestuous rapist, fire-and-brimstone father as an antagonist, foiled by his protagonistic son who's true devotion to religion make him both morally superior, his attacking his father makes him physically superior, and his devout interest in literature make him mentally superior. I'm surprised he's still working as a farmhand considering Lex Luthor could be wreaking havoc in Metropolis. I'd like to see a version of Aiden that seems less perfect.

Joseph Chester
- If you were wondering why you don't see many centered sheets, it's because they're hard to read.
- Consistently getting the farm's name wrong in the second half of your sheet and the too-many traits makes me a sad panda.
- Stumps is not one of the only colored men working on the farm. There is an entire barn for the colored workers, which probably outnumber the white ones.
- The first half of his history doesn't make a lot of sense applied to the real-world scale of segregation, but I can forgive that for someone unfamiliar with US history.
- Unless he's contracted the world's slowest-moving gangrene, his arm isn't scabby/gauze-y anymore, it's a fleshy stump. He's more likely to experience phantom pains than he is to still be treating an injury, even of that scale, after two years.

Lucas McNulty
- Personality and history are too short, and don't give me a true idea as to what this person is like on the day-to-day.
- Padre seems just a little unnecessarily corrupt/evil. If he had a more fleshed out history or personality, it might make more sense.

Alice Hallark
- 2manytraits
- I think she could be bumped up a couple of years, considering her history.
- Red Plague happened too recently and too locally to be in her history, but you get extra brownie points for the effort.

Silent Hill: Reburial

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_{I left these notes just for you. Not "you, the clever reader who might find this". YOU you. The one touching the keys.}
Your eyes open for a moment, and then shut again. You draw in a deep, sour breath, and stretch out on a surface far too hard and wide to be your bed. Somewhere in the deepest, basest, reptilian part of your brain, you're made instantly aware that the place you're waking up in is totally unfamiliar. The air is too hot to be your bedroom, the lights are too cold to be yours, and the bags under your eyes too stinging and heavy for you to have been sleeping in your own bed. Instinctively, you pull your head back and furrow your brow, trying to recall last night's events as your eyes come into the focus of wakefulness. You feel faintly hungover, and the itchy surface you begin to write around on is almost certainly the cushion of a couch, though you don't remember the last time you went to any sort of party. As your eyes remain open for more than a full second, an unfamiliar panic grips you. An all-consuming, instinctive panic, somewhere in the back of that same lizard brain of yours. Four sets of eyes look back at you.
_{I left these for you because I know you. Actual you. Everybody deflects their discomfort when they hear that by demanding to hear their name like a street magician's trick.}
Each is attached to a person who seems just as terrified as you, in a room you now realize has a floor padded with dozens of layers of rugs and carpets, each dirtier than the last. Each person is all covered, just as you realize you are, in a layer of soil and grime. Each is chained to the wall by the wrist. You instinctively pull your hands up defensively, but you cannot -- yours seem to be chained the tightest. You scream for a moment, and as a wail of horror rings out in the room for what you realize must be the fifth time, you begin to cry, causing one of the women in your small company to begin crying as well. You immediately begin to imagine all sorts of horrible scenarios and begin to feel sorry for yourself, before recalling the reason. The other people in the room feel miles away at this point of your panic, as you delve further into the memory you have tried countless times to bury, alter, or forget entirely. You know exactly what you did, and why some depraved vigilante would want to torture you. The people in the room suddenly feel much, much closer as you look back up.
_{But I know you better than an ID card ever could. I know the real you. What you've done, where you've been, who you are. It doesn't paint a pretty picture.}

What had they done to deserve such a fate?

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_{Check his bio.}
If you can find the application, you can apply. RP will include mature themes, puzzle solving, and minor use of stats/dice rolling. Good luck!

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@The Bork Lazer Farmer Tackett provides them paltry breakfasts and dinners, which are mostly comprised of coffee, porridge, stew, canned meats, boiled vegetables, and chicken/eggs, which are always readily available. The workers do not have lunch breaks so much as daily quotas, so food consumed in between meals is to have been purchased in advance at the town's general store. There exists an economy within the farm of buying, selling, and trading snacks and other goods as well. Additionally, men have been fired in the past if they are caught killing/cooking extra chickens.

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Farmer Tackett

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Henry

^{“God designed man for work--work for his own sustenance; he who does not work shall not eat.”}

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Name

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Henry Sebastian Tackett

Age

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54

Appearance

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Henry Tackett is the very model of the American dream -- He is just under six feet, with skin softly leathered by a lifetime of laboring in the sun. He is strong-armed and soft-spoken, with hair that has crept gracefully up his forehead, greying in a laurel around otherwise youthfully straw blonde hair. His mustache is kept trimmed just under his nostrils and on the line of his lip, while his hair is waxed backwards with pomade. Although the pictures of his youth show a strapping man in overalls and a wide hat no different than the farmhands he employs, he now mostly wears one of five suits, which are either yellow, blue, pink, white, or a slightly more bleached, higher quality white.

Personality

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If farmer Tackett were to be described in a single word, it would be that he is cold. He was made cold by a father who required the work of at least three men to build up a farmstead, he was made colder when his wife gave birth to one daughter after another, and he was made colder after both of the murders he committed to keep them safe over their lives. Whatever warmth there is to be found in Henry is now limited to his quiet pride in his farm and family. Aside from his generally hard, stoic demeanor, there is little exceptional about Henry. He has a distaste for non-whites, citing them as lazy and violent, as well as Catholics and Jews, which he simply dislikes for their secular clannishness. His greatest joys are watching baseball games played by the farmhands, listening to baseball games on the radio, cold lemonade, and his wife Gertrude.

History

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Henry Tackett was born on the Tackett Farmstead, in the basin he would be taught to wash dishes in four years later. His father would celebrate his seventh birthday by having him slaughter the Christmas pig, his tenth by having him break rocks for only half as long as he usually did, and his thirteenth by shaking his hand for the first time. By the time Henry was sixteen, he was loading and driving a wagon of produce to town to be scaled, sold, and shipped. By the time Henry was twenty, he was well-equipped for the task of burying his father in the frozen dirt after he was taken by a winter fever. Between his father's death and the current year, Henry has branched what was once a garden-based farm into a multi-faceted business, selling grain alcohol when it was illegal and corn when it was scarce. Now, Henry Tackett is five years older than his father when he had died, and five times as rich.

Speech Color

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Wheat | #F5DEB3

Traits

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Hardy: You have high endurance. (+1)
Racist: You do not get along with people of a specific race. (-2)
Local: You are knowledgeable of Florida's landscape, including towns and local shortcuts. (+1)
Old: You are elderly, with the decrease in stamina and memory that accompanies such a status. (-3)
Quiet: You make little noise, and are adept at sneaking around. (+2)
Sharp-Shooter: You have experience with at least one type of firearm. (+2)

Inventory

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Tackett Farmhouse Skeleton Key
1934 Ford V8 Closed Cab Pickup
Winchester Model 21 Shotgun
Colt Lightning Carbine

Step-Tap Slim

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Slim

^{“If thou would'st have me sing and play
As once I play'd and sung,
First take this time-worn lute away,
And bring one freshly strung.”}

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Name

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Cecil "Step-Tap Slim" Jacques Delacroix II

Age

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26

Appearance

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For all the abuse his body has collected over three decades, Slim's charming mug has made it out relatively unscathed,
save for a few fortunately-healed scars that only seem to make him seem all the more swashbuckling. He has sahrp, squinting eyes and delicately symmetrical features offset by his toffee-brown skin and curly black hair. Slim, aside from being notably easy on the eyes, has two other striking features; He is the second-skinniest farmstead employed by the Tacketts, and he has one leg. Slim's right leg -- which earned him the additional monicker "Step-Tap" -- was removed just below the knee several years ago after being badly mangled in the explosion of a steam thresher. He wears a rudimentary prosthetic made of an iron and leather stump cap and a wooden chair leg. Slim has owned the same straw boater for years, though he periodically changes its ribbon. It is currently a dark red strip of silk.

Personality

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Slim comes across as charming, but not genuinely so; He is charming the way an upselling salesman or a riverboat gambler might be. He can tell how somebody wants to be complimented just by looking at them, and is quick with a joke or odd, occasional gift to keep himself in the favor of acquaintances. He can quickly pick up on the mood of a person or room and adjust it to fit his needs, and has more than once led festivities with his banjo.

Those who truly know Step-Tap Slim, who know, Cecil, know that his smiling mask is ultimately, just that. While not technically of the nefarious sort, his is certainly a mask of calculated actions. Slim knows that his disability affords him an easier life which, unchecked, could make him a target of the farmhands, the last thing he wishes to be. This need to establish friendships, combined with his long-term resentment for Farmer Tackett, has lead him to intentionally accrue a loyal retinue of friends and followers amongst the colored barn, as well even as having a few allies in the white barn.

History

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Before Slim was a cripple virtuoso, he was a nappy-haired youth named Cecil who lived in a cypress shack by the bayou. Cecil's boyhood years were spent absorbing his people's local culture, namely through eating crawfish and learning the blues from his father, a local musician and fisherman. Cecil took to guitar quickly than his father before him, followed by learning the fiddle, mandolin, and ultimately, the claw-hammer banjo. While his instrumental training ranges through all things stringed, Cecil grew a love for the banjo moreso than any other instrument, making a name for himself in the local cajun community.

Ultimately, Cecil would find he was not born to live the life of a famous musician. The 1920's made Louisiana's corrupt rich richer and its poor poorer, causing Cecil to leave home and find employment as a musician for a riverboat tour aboard the Yellow Queen. His employment aboard the queen was considerably long for a musician, performing nine hour-long "grind shows" a day as vacationers rotated around the ship and grew drunker and more prone to requesting songs. Although the work was, in his opinion, worse than at the Tackett farmstead, he ultimately stayed aboard the Queen for the money he made gambling with the workers, which grew as his methods of cheating them became better. After an argument with the ship's captain over pay, Cecil ultimately shot dead both the Captain and his first mate, stealing the ship's vault and leaving Louisiana for Florida by way of train.

His ill-gotten gains would support a relatively lavish, alcohol-fueled period of homelessness before he required employment more stable than playing outside of stores for tips, which had essentially become panhandling by that point. He eventually found his way to the Tackett farmstead, where he spent his first five years like any other colored farmhand, working by day and playing his banjo at night. That was, of course, until the accident. Though most workers do not remember it, farmer Tackett once had a steam-powered wheat thresher behind the colored barn where there is now a line of troughs. Cecil -- Who by then had been long-since known as Slim -- was operating the machine when the engine combusted, severely burning the leg that had been standing on it. Slim's right leg was amputated and he was given a month's wages in advance to "vacation", though the issue of his usefulness was looming closer and closer as he healed. Ultimately, as the explosion was farmer Tackett's fault and he could not fire Cecil in good conscience, his individual workload became smaller chores that had been done by a few of the older men and women at the farm.

Slim, who was now Step-Tap Slim for the distinctive sound of his footsteps in the barn's wooden floors, was from then on charged with feeding the chickens and closing their coops, sweeping the farmer's porch, painting shutters, and so on.

Speech Color

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Firebrick | #1E90FF

Traits

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Clean-Cut: You are attractive. (+2)
Maimed: You are missing a limb. (-4)
Slow: You cannot move quickly. (-2)
Master Musician: You have some particular talent in which you are an absolute expert. (+5)
Trilingual: You speak more than two languages fluently. (English, Louisiana Creole,
Spanish)(+3)

Inventory

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Straw Boater
1929 Gibson TB-1 Banjo
Slapjack
X2 Dice
X2 Dice (Loaded)

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We are definitely still looking. I'd like a large cast.