We are born of the Blood, made men by the Blood, undone by the Blood. Our eyes have yet to open. FEAR THE OLD BLOOD!
8 yrs ago
If anyone wants to be part of an rp skype chat, hmu on skype. My username there is mikkishtheleprechaun. Or you can give me your username and I can find you.
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9 yrs ago
MAn, this place has changed. Wonder if anyone else is here from way back in 2012
Somehow, you found the place. Not a character of yours, no, You. What place? The mansion, in a forest, in the middle of everything. And by everything, I mean whatever you can imagine everything to mean. Every universe including both similarities and differences, ranging in extremities from minor to major. In the place you are from, you read about mythological creatures, in another, they rule over humans. In the place you are from, you saw superheroes on TV, in another, they clash with super villains. In the place you are from, the apocalypse is only imagined as a time far off, in another, a world like your is only imagined as a time long past.
You play as someone like yourself, a person with crazy ideas, perhaps a writer, or cartoonist, or anyone who creates worlds and stories and characters, and find yourself in a mansion between universes. Horrified...or perhaps thrilled, you will be tasked with keeping balance and order between the universes, using this mansion as your base of operations. You will not be alone and defenseless, for you may have one character of your own from an rp or story or what have you accompany you along in your mission.
You are an ordinary young adult, attending an ordinary college for an ordinary degree. Sure, there are sports, martial arts classes, gyms, and shooting ranges at school and around town, but those classes are the closest you have to any action adventure.
That is...unless you are one of a handful of unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on your attitude toward the whole thing) students.
Oh wait...you are one of the students I was talking about, one of the ones who recently started having those really life-like nightmares of the school and town. Now on top of all the exams, work bs, and social life drama, you gotta survive these nightmares every night. Well that sucks, but hey, you're not alone, as other students are winding up in the exact same Nightmare, and there are plenty of ways to prepare each day before hand. Perhaps you will even solve the mystery of the Nightmare, and free yourself from it.
Its not all that exciting as far as nightlife, but the college kid population makes do. Obviously, without the college it would be like any other quiet small town, with little to do as far as hobbies, but the student population has brought about plenty of a market for coffee shops, gyms, and various recreational activities such as dance classes and playing musical instruments. In addition there is a small town charm, with beautiful old homes and a couple old churches. Most of the population that isn't made up of students either works in the farms around the outskirts of town or in one of the factories or plants on the far West side.
Despite its aged appearance, the school is relatively new compared to the town it rests in. The school is mainly geared towards engineering but you can still get most other degrees like accounting, or psychology or even liberal arts. Hell, it even has a few trades programs. In addition to the degree options, the school has its own sports teams, archery range, and various clubs. This school not only has a high acceptance rate, but many graduates of this college report successfully finding well paying jobs in their field shortly after graduating.
In the Nightmare, the school and the town are abandon except for you, the few others also in your situation, and a shit ton of monsters. There might be a few other "people" in this reality, but you should be weary of them too. Everything has the same general layout, but the buildings are dilapidated, the town is in ruin, and some things are totally changed. In fact, some small details do seem to change every now an then. It is eternal night, and it is a more lethal environment (lots of sharp metal debris, barbed wire, etc.) After about 8-9 hours, or whenever you set your alarm, you awake, and are free from this world...until you fall back asleep again.
Rules:
1. Don't be OP. Make your character somewhat realistic. It would be really hard to be overall extremely fit, a badass in all martial arts, a deadeye with all ranged weapons, know how to hack, lockpick, repair everything, and be extremely charismatic. In fact that is likely impossible especially have all this accomplished by 18-25.
2. I have no intention of killing anyone off too soon, or at all really, but have your character do something insanely stupid, like jump into a crowd of enemies unarmed, and you're just asking he be killed off
3. Curse all you want, and romance can be taken to PG 13, but please take it to pm if you must be graphic.
4. Also, don't fight, haze, or bully anyone in the ooc
5. I will be up front and say I won't have time to post here every day, so I have a Co-GM, Dealdric. Obey him like the gm
6. No time skips without my permission
7. Don't take control of one of my NPCs without my permission, and dont control or auto kill major enemies.
8. Try to avoid one line posts
9. Characters can and will improve throughout the rp depending on their actions, kind of like an action rpg. The stronger your character starts as, the slower these improvements will be. And please dont have your character be a master of some skill not discussed in his/her cs.
10. You may edit your CS, with my permission of course, before your second post. The edit has to be accepted by me though first.
11. I might update this list. If I ask you to edit or to stop doing something, listen.
CS Template
Name: Gender: Age: History: (Optional) Appearance: (Pic or description) Personality: Skills: (What types of things is he/she savvy in? This can range from gun maintenance to being good at Call of Duty) Fitness: (Is he/she fit at all? Are they very physically strong? Have a lot of stamina? As overall fit as almost an Olympic athlete?) Shortcoming: (Mandatory. Is there anything they are really bad at? Socially inept? Very weak? Always had a hard time learning?) Items: (Do they have anything besides average school supplies that might help?)
Zack was tempted to attack when the door swung open and he saw the pale, human-shaped but faceless thing dragging a fire axe. Before either the monster or Zack could do anything, however, something, an arrow, ran through it's back out it's chest, causing it to collapse, then twitch a little, before fully ceasing movement.
Zack looked at the man who had killed the monster. Clearly the man was maybe just a little older, but close in age, but Zack could have sworn he had seen this guy before. He had seen him...at the college he attended.
"Hey thanks. I'm Zack. What the hells going on?" He asked, slightly suspicious of Will.
'What the hell? This isn't where I fell asleep." Zack thought, picking himself up from the floor of the dilapidated building.
He took a quick look around the room, at the torn away wallpaper, the couple of shattered windows, and the rusted metal bed frame of the bed he had just so abruptly got up from. A sense of dread washed over him. He had...been kidnapped. But by who? Was someone capturing 22 year old male college students and selling them as sex slaves? And if there was someone doing this...there were younger college students.
Looking out the window, Zack could clearly see it was still night. He peered out the window, to see if anyone was around outside he could call to, to find there were no lights on to be found, aside from the light of a full moon. This was odd, as he saw this lack of lights where he saw plenty of buildings. He wondered where he could be, as this looked like an abandon town.
Suddenly, he faintly heard footsteps coming from the area outside the door to the room he had woken up in. They seemed to be dragging their feet, then stomping with each step. Just then Zack felt something in his back pocket. In all of his pockets, in fact. His cell phone and his wallet were in the pockets he usually kept them in, but there was a third item in his back left pocket. He reached back, and felt a cloth-like encasing over something metal, and a wooden handle. It was his hunting knife!
He put his back to the wall right next to the door, and, drawing his knife, prepared to ambush whoever was shambling toward the room.
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