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Word association Game!

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Frontier of the Damned

@Nobodyman123

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he shouted as the little boy's cries rang out into the night, blending in with the soft howls of wind blowing through the forest. Despite sitting relatively still, their silhouettes danced upon the trunks of the trees surrounding the campfire.

"John, you can't be upset with him! He's just a child! He's not old enough for those type 'o stories and you know that!" shouted the young woman holdering her weeping child close to her as they sat upon a log.

"It wasn't even that scary," John grumbled at his wife. "And even if it were a little scary, that's not how you react," he stated sternly with an accusatory index finger pointed at his son. After a moment, he put his hand down and sunk back, a little defeated. "Kid, it was just tale. Skeletons don't really move, and they definitely don't use swords."

The child rubbed his eyes and slowly pulled his wet face out of his mother's shoulder long enough to glance across the way at the man who had delivered such fright unto him. The father could only sigh before scratching at his beard in a fit of anxious frustration.

"Look, that story wasn't real, but there really are scary things out there," said the man with controlled sincerity. "There are animals that want to eat you, people that want to rob you or worse, lightening could strike me dead right now! What matters is how you react when you have to deal with something scary. You can't just cry to your mama until she makes it feel better," he said with a mock whine in his voice. "You've got to stand there and stand tall and deal with that scary thing. Think about it reasonably, logically and tactically. And don't you ever flinch. Do we have ourselves an understandin'?"

The little boy was quiet, staring at his father blankly, a million emotions swimming around in his mind.

"I said, do we gave ourselves an understandin'? You deaf, boy? Answer me, Jack!"

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"Just tell me what you want me to do!" The words escaped his mouth in a sharp panic to Jack's own surprise. The stakes were just as high as his blood pressure. He made a living by knowing what the next step was and knowing the next step after that and playing off of that knowledge to beat many a person our of their spending cash. But this situation was different. He didn't know the next step. He didn't know what was coming, which made it impossible to prepare, to be ready for the danger. Preparation helped mitigate fear, but Jack was a blind man in a strange land, figuratively speaking. He furrowed his brows to keep them from shaking, giving him the guise of a serious thinker. In reality, the familiar tingle was starting to crawl up his spine. He couldn't let it reach the top. If he gave in to the terror his imagination was creating, he would surely be a goner before too long.

"I m-mean," he stuttered, attempting to clarify. "What's the plan, Sheriff?"

*Supernatural Agency/Agencies RP*

I've got a couple of other games that are starting to gain traction now, so I'm afraid I'm going to be pulling out of this one. I appreciate the opportunity, though!

Spiderman Unlimited?

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What Does The Word 'Greetings' Mean To You?

Please ignore the witty title. Anyway, I recently discovered this site and it kind of ignited a desire in me to roleplay? That's why I signed up, I guess. I don't like to spend much time thinking about usernames and such and the first thing that came into my mind was the basketball player, it is what it is. Looking forward to spending my time here and refining my writing skills by roleplaying with you lovely lot.

@Kyrie Irving

Glad to have you. Looking forward to your next username.

Questions and Answers

I've always leaned toward Jason. He always seemed the most unstoppable to me as a kid. Freddy was always more fun to watch, though. The creativity in Freddy's murder scenes were often amazing.

With both in imminent, grave danger... would you save your pet or save your cousin?

the alphabet game. lol

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Frontier of the Damned

More motivation...

Cowboy vs Zombie

Cowboy vs Vampire

Cowboy vs Werewolf

Wait... wtf...

Vampire Hunting Society JOIN THE WAR ON VAMPIRES

All I could think of when I saw this thread title was Starship Troopers, lol

Frontier of the Damned

Location: Approximate to Sheriff's Office | Interaction:@Raylah@Nobodyman123

Jack looked at the sheriff's munitions and, instead of seeing guns, he initially saw dollar signs. We gonna be able to keep these, he wondered. Some of these pieces would have flipped for a pretty penny. But, then again, what good is a greenback in the midst of the apocalypse?

Jack pushed aside his greed and snapped back to the mission at hand. He already owned a revolver that carried a bit of sentimental value to him, but it was going to take more than six shots at a time to combat more of those living corpses or whatever else this impending evil had in mind to throw at them. As his hands gathered ammunition, his eyes grazed over a a shotgun that gave him pause. Well, ya ain't gotta be a great aim with that thunder stick, he mentally noted before snatching it up and gathering some shells.

Finally, he found himself gripping dirty Smith and Wesson side piece, a new companion to the handgun he already owned. As he gathered up his new wares, he caught sight of a harness hanging up along the wall with double holsters. Jack was quick to make the upgrade to his wardrobe before loading and saddling up.

“So, where are we going?" Christina had inquired, asking the question that had undoubtedly been on everyone's mind.

"Mad..." he muttered under his breath. "Insane. Absolutely fucking nuts," he continued in a volume just over a whisper. "But whatever. Let's just go ride off to hell and shoot the devil in the face, I guess..."