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Rebellion (Mid-High Casual) Please Read Note

Interested. Sounds like a fun thing, and with a smaller group of dedicated players, I see it going places.

The Not Heard Around The World (Band rp)

Remember that last band RP? That was great. I'll be making a CS.

The Gamer Squad: An Ode to the Retro and New Generation (Now with 80% less Glitches!)

ZERO ESCAPE ALL THE WAY. Also er- Civilization. Or League of Legends :P

The Gamer Squad: An Ode to the Retro and New Generation (Now with 80% less Glitches!)

Very interesting, fun idea. So yeah. Interested.

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

Sorry for the short post, didn't have much time!

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

Alan woke from his nightmares, cradling his bat in his arms. He sat upright in the tent, breathing quickly, sweat on his brow. He didn’t get much sleep these days, but this night had been particularly brutal. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he threw on some clothes and equipped himself with his bat and pack and made his way out from the tent.
When he heard he was going on the mission, he hadn’t been excited. Alan wasn’t a combatant, nor a real survivor. Although he was glad to be alive, he still questioned whether or not things would get any better. And he wasn’t sure he wanted to be alive if things stayed the way they were. These sort of melancholy thoughts weren’t unusual to Alan, though he knew he shouldn’t be thinking like that before he went off. He hadn’t left the camp in quite some time, and fear was creeping upon him.
He quickly spotted Connor and a few other soldiers grouped up. They seemed ready to go. He glanced at their various firearms. He had never shot one before. He knew all that could happen when someone inexperienced fired one, and he didn’t want to risk it. He looked up at Connor. “Morning.” He said quietly. “I’m ready to go. I think.”

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

I'm still interested, just waiting for someone to post.

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

Posted!

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

Alan sat in an empty tent, slowly undergoing the process of waking up. It was small, and rather barren, with the exception of a sleeping bag, Alan’s baseball bat, and his pack. He felt reminded of stupid memories of camping as child, an activity he hadn’t enjoyed, and still didn’t. However, the security of the camp more than made up for it. There was food, weapons, and other people, something Alan had missed for a long time. He heard Connor trying to gather everyone. He sighed slightly as he picked up his bat and stepped out of the tent.

He held a hand over his face as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light. He slowly walked towards the group that was forming around a campfire, his bat dragging lightly behind him. He took a moment to look around at the group. There was Connor, the group’s current leader, who had called everyone together. Both Connor and Alan weren’t too far apart in age, and got along rather well, though there was a clear cut difference between them. He tried to spot Abigail, but had little success. Lazarus was there as well. Although he was old, he must have been doing something right to have survived this long. Also present was Lee, who had just brought in a deer. Although he hadn’t talked with him much, he was one of the stronger survivors within the group. On the note of strong survivors, there was Durrell. It was clear that he had had a rather easy time transitioning to this new world. Alan didn’t truly trust him, though he respected him. And finally, Cyrek. He and Connor were similar despite the age gap, and Alan knew that he had a clear understanding of survival.

Although he got along with the Finn siblings, he still felt rather awkward and an outsider to the group. He understood the implications of keeping to himself, and that people didn’t necessarily trust him because of it, but still. “What do you need Connor?” He asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to the answer. Although Alan tried to help out as he could, he still couldn’t handle combat situation well. Not that he thought that was an entirely bad thing. He didn’t look forward to the day he was proud of his ability to fight.

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

I don't think Fell would, mind you I can't speak for him. Who knows. But I don't recall him saying that we're not taking any new charries, so you should be good.