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That's not how leather works... especially with zombie mechanics.

Z-Land

Seems like we are only going to have four, so five seems a good cap if other people step in.

Summer Break, Slice of Life Concept

So, I haven't done any public RPs on this site before and I want to change that. This is a concept I've been thinking about since my schedule cleared up for writing again. Was wondering if anyone would be particularly interested in helping me frame the idea or participating in telling some fun, stupid teenager stories with me.

Summer Break, Slice of Life Concept

𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝑅𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇: 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝒻 '𝟤𝟧

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Of all the places to be, you ended up in Moon River.

Situated in sub-rural Wyoming, the town of Moon River sports under three thousand people. It’s a middle of nowhere type of beat, with a whole lot of nothing to go on. With the school year ending and summer opening up, it allows new residents to get a feel of the town they just moved to while those who have been essentially stuck in Moon River their whole lives have the freedom to do what they want to do, even if the options are limited.

The nearest city, if you want to call it that, is Rock Springs. It’s about a two hour drive down the US 191. It’s even farther to get to Cheyenne.

Essentially, you’re not going anywhere. Even if you’ve got a car, two hours is a bit of a time investment. But it isn’t all bad. The town sports a few key locations that the younger crowd tend to congregate around. Of these locations, the most noteworthy is five locales. The local bowling alley, a go-kart track with mini-golf options, an aging record store, the only movie theater around, and an abandoned department store parking lot that has been since occupied by the local skater culture. You’re around sixteen years old going into your junior year of High School when the summer ends. It’s time to make the best of it.

Is this site still active?

1x1 = You don't have to worry about the unreliability of group RPs flaming out and you can coordinate your time more sparingly.

What Are You Listening To?

Z-Land

Dixie Baddingfield

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NAME: Dixie Baddingfield

AGE: 25

WEAPON(s): Baseball Bat

BACKGROUND: Before the world went to hell, one could say Dixie’s life wasn’t exactly perfect. By the time she entered high school her home life had reached terminal velocity. Her father, a raging alcoholic, and her mother a condescending neurotic didn’t seem to like spending much time with each other anymore. Not a surprise that in the middle of her freshman year her parents headed for divorce. Frankly, Dixie is thankful that it happened when she was in high school and not when she was in her formative years in elementary school where it would’ve done more significant damage. She didn’t blame her parents for not being able to stand each other anymore. That was life. She was a pretty pragmatic teenager, or so she was told.

It did start a streak of apathy and cynical nihilism, though.

Whispers of it being ‘just a phase’ were consistent, though it never did go away over time. Even in college Dixie’s no nonsense, nonchalant bluntness was present with her devil-may-care attitude. She was somehow less popular than she was in high school. C’est la vie. It was around that time that her mother moved halfway across the United States, specifically Denver. She hasn’t seen her since. Ironically, her father wouldn’t be able to lament about his ex-wife much longer on account of the liver failure that took his life three days after Dixie graduated from Virginia Tech. She arrived back home just in time to bury him. Probably for the best that he didn’t get to witness the zombie apocalypse that came to be years later.

For as long as the apocalypse has been, Dixie has survived. Mostly on her own. That is subject to change.

What Are You Listening To?

Z-Land

I'm going to try to work on something for this.

Edit:

Dixie Baddingfield

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NAME: Dixie Baddingfield

AGE: 25

WEAPON(s): Baseball Bat

BACKGROUND: Before the world went to hell, one could say Dixie’s life wasn’t exactly perfect. By the time she entered high school her home life had reached terminal velocity. Her father, a raging alcoholic, and her mother a condescending neurotic didn’t seem to like spending much time with each other anymore. Not a surprise that in the middle of her freshman year her parents headed for divorce. Frankly, Dixie is thankful that it happened when she was in high school and not when she was in her formative years in elementary school where it would’ve done more significant damage. She didn’t blame her parents for not being able to stand each other anymore. That was life. She was a pretty pragmatic teenager, or so she was told.

It did start a streak of apathy and cynical nihilism, though.

Whispers of it being ‘just a phase’ were consistent, though it never did go away over time. Even in college Dixie’s no nonsense, nonchalant bluntness was present with her devil-may-care attitude. She was somehow less popular than she was in high school. C’est la vie. It was around that time that her mother moved halfway across the United States, specifically Denver. She hasn’t seen her since. Ironically, her father wouldn’t be able to lament about his ex-wife much longer on account of the liver failure that took his life three days after Dixie graduated from Virginia Tech. She arrived back home just in time to bury him. Probably for the best that he didn’t get to witness the zombie apocalypse that came to be years later.

For as long as the apocalypse has been, Dixie has survived. Mostly on her own. That is subject to change.

What Are You Listening To?