Tally Dor

Love at World's End. <Seeking F>

Hello all! I'm not sure what struck me for this as romance topic I rarely go for. So bare with me!

Humanity is more or less gone. Whatever happened, be it zombies, aliens, Nukes, monsters.(We can make this part flexible) Has really taken its toll on humanity. In the beginning there was talk of rebuilding the world. Hope! A new beginning for humanity. Grand cities that sprung back up, but they have all failed for various reasons. Years have gone by and now no one talks likes that anymore. I wish for two lonely humans to have a chance encounter. Two hardened survivors that probably have not seen another humans in months if not years. What could happen?

So the premises is pretty loose, but I feel like it has potential. If you are interested send me a message. I tend to write at a high casual/low advanced level. Let's world build and have a story. It can be a shorty or it can be of the longer variety.

The Dark God Lies Dreaming < Seeking M or F>

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The Skeleton king <MxF>

Hello everyone! I was recently inspired by something and thought it might make for an interesting tale. MC is the skeleton king. Ruler of the undead realm of Minas Mortem. He has remained unchallenged for centuries. A literal boogey man of the living, but lately all his raids upon the living have ceased, but the undead forces are still easily seen if one tried to go to Minas Mortem. Now this is where the story deviates a bit. YC can be a female that resembles someone who was important to him and is the only reason you are spared and brought to him. You could be an adventurer seeking fame and fortune in the undead realm and its forgotten treasures. There are multiple possibilities. This can be a slice of life, action, drama, or romance. I am not entirely certain where I wish to go with it yet, but I want to build this tale if you are willing to join me.

The Dark God Lies Dreaming < Seeking M or F>

Bump! Have had a few slots open up.

The Dark God Lies Dreaming < Seeking M or F>

Bump! Still have a few slots open!

The Dark God Lies Dreaming < Seeking M or F>

Greetings to one and to all!

I have in mind a story regarding MC and YC being transported to a dark world of nightmares. There are other humans there but most seem to be devoid of hope. Monsters, beasts, and nightmares roam the land but they all pale in comparison to a mysterious entity known simply as Mr. L who seems to rule over this dark world. I offer you the challenge of surviving the never-ending night, discovering the mysteries of this hellscape, and finding a way to finally defeat the insane monster known as Mr. L.

Now with the introduction thought finished. If anyone has any interest please give me a message. I consider myself High casual to low advanced. Let us build this world together and solve this issue if either of our characters ever have a chance of escaping.

18+ Ashbourne Valley

Once Michael reached the second story landing and saw the steel door leading to this floor was secured closed. He leaned up against the concrete wall and slid down in exhaustion. That situation felt...felt...intense. Like he had been chased by that giant dog yesterday but even with that large hound on his tail he did not feel that close to death as he had just now on the first floor. He raised his hand to his heart and listened to the rapid beating, before closing his eyes for a second to steel himself as he pulled himself up from his sitting spot.

He glanced at the faded sign beside the steel door. It looked like this floor had six rooms with three on each side and that was most likely the standard the other floors would follow. While tempted to push the door open and explore, he ignored it because curiosity to see what was in the elevator on the first floor almost got him killed. He had no desire to repeat such an action so soon. Slowly making his way up to the third floor, he noticed almost immediately upon reaching the third landing that the oppressiveness of dread that the building radiated seemed to vanish here. He looked to this steel door before grabbing the handle and pulling it open. Stepping inside of the third floor he glanced around curiously looking at a very random candles that were burning, allowing the hallway to have a soft sort of glow to it. Looking at the door he just came from he noticed several locks upon it and began to lock them, the monsters might not be able to get on this floor but he definitely didn't want any of those crazy cannibals letting themselves in if they somehow got past the first floor gate keeper.

Pulling the letter from Mr. Miller out of his pocket, he began to search for the woman.

18+ Ashbourne Valley

The seconds that ticked by felt like eternity. Eventually he pulled himself out from under the car with his grisly prize. Taking a moment to wipe the dirt off his shirt and knees. He quickly tore its head open with the chair leg until he was able to pry the mandibles loose. Each one was roughly the length of a man's index finger and he carefully wrapped them in some cloth in found lying in the car seat, maybe there would be a use for that venom further down the road. It was then that he heard the confused woman. Michael's mouth opened to quickly tell the woman to hush but it was to late and he was honestly happy the fog blocked most of what happened from his vision, though the sounds brought him close to losing his breakfast.

Ashbourne was confusing on top of dangerous. Not that he could blame the other survivors for trying to make anything a weapon if it meant living just a day longer. When the woman caught his attention from the window, he was thankful she was not flat out shouting drawing attention to himself. Glancing around the street to make sure it at least looked safe he waved back and gave a thumbs up letting her know she had been seen before glancing at the building itself. She gave him a warning before disappearing from the window. No matter what happens he is not to utter a single word on the first floor. What madness awaited him now he wondered as he glanced at the building. It seemed to be a high-rise apartment building, least as far as Michael could tell he really couldn't see how tall the building was past the fourth floor due to the fog. He glanced towards the dark entrance of the building and frowned. All the windows on the first floor were broken and the double glass doors that would have opened into the lobby of the building was torn from their hinges.

Well this answered one of his many unasked questions about the Sigils. It seems Mr. Miller had only been half right. It protected his building because it was only one floor. It seemed in this situation it protected the woman's floor or worse only her room? He would figure this out when he got to her but first he steeled his nerve as he tried to peer into the darkness of the building. Hyping himself up he took a few cautious steps into the dimly lit building letting his eyes adjust. The lobby reeked of trash and decay, his free hand covering his nose but offering no relief as he tried his best to step around the trash piles and ignoring the faded blood strains on the floor.

Soon he came to the main desk in the lobby and noticed on the shelf behind the desk were rows upon rows of keys. It seemed this building had at least nine floors. Still remaining silent he noticed most keys were still there but made no move to grab them as he thought he heard a small sigh come from his right. Michael frowned thinking there should not be another survivor in the lobby. Noticing a faint florescence glow come from a room he swiftly and silently went towards the room to realize it was the elevator of the building. The doors were half open allowing him to glance inside to see a slender naked humanoid figure facing away from him sitting in the elevator. The small space was full of random things. As he tried to back away from the elevator he kicked over a empty can and bite his lip as he heard sickening crack from the elevator.

Glancing up he found himself face to face with a woman staring at him intensely. Her brown eyes were unwavering and unblinking as they remained locked onto his, but worse yet he noticed that her head was facing him while her body was still turned away from him. A chill traveled down his spine as fear made him look away and he power walked towards the steel door, doing his best to ignore the cracking and creaking of bones behind him as the woman followed him. Shakily grabbing the door handle he pulled the door open. It groaned on its hinges as he tried his best to focus on the stairs in front of him and not the unblinking stare of the woman who's face was now almost touching his. Crossing the threshold of the door, he attempted to close the door only to find the woman had gripped the side of the door preventing its closure so Michael just quickly hurried up the stairs and noticed she did not follow.

Good day!

Welcome Rosen!

18+ Ashbourne Valley

Morning came far to quickly for Michael. He was groggy and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as Mr. Miller gave him some cold coffee that had been brewed when the stove worked and some slices of bread with jerky. It was a meager breakfast but honestly more then Michael thought he would get in this hell. The two chatted a bit as Mr. Miller told him a few places to go in town as well as giving Michael a letter that would prove to the other traders that Michael was on the up and up. The old man had also given Michael a crudely drawn map. Apparently the old man had several and they were in severe need of updating as Miller was unable to make the trek himself.

They opened the metal shudder and glanced out into the street. The dim light that came in through the fog made the street feel ominous. Michael did his best to ignore all the new blood and twisted heaps of metal that had once been cars the day before. The great beast was still in the street, but something had torn it in half and then ripped it apart again. Each of its legs was in a different area of the street while its main body was impaled on a telephone pole. It's head was nowhere to be seen. Shivering at the sight he subconsciously gripped his makeshift weapon tighter for all the good it would do him, before waving bye to the man and he snuck off. He glanced at the phone again now that he was in the “daylight”. It was indeed off but somehow the address was stuck on the screen and the battery percentage was stuck at eighty-eight.

As he went from street to street the process was slow and almost painful. The amount of times, he had to quickly flee into abandoned buildings to let an unspeakable horror pass that somehow missed seeing him were to many for his liking. Death almost found him as he dove under a ruined car to avoid what could almost be described as a herd of deer. The creatures staggered about as if drunk and randomly their entire heads would split open revealing shark like teeth before releasing a murderous screech. It was under the car that he discovered he was not alone. There was a centipede the size of a small dog that attempted to lunge at him, but Michael got lucky as it seems they had both startled one another and it missed. Michael making sure the two metal prongs of the chair leg were in front of him fell onto the vile creatures head with a sickening crunch as he put his whole body weight on it pinning its head under him and into the ground. The many legged fiend skittered about briefly before growing still as the deer staggered past the car and off to another street.