after like 3yrs of abstance, im BACK!!!!! decided to post up one of my newest RP campaighs in story form, this one not requiring to much editing. and i did age myself a tad simply to make this world work a little better for me.
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It all started out as a prety regular day. This darker, more depressed world wasnt bringing this wildhaired 28yr old down. He was a tall man, 6'4, caucasion brownhaired male, very lanky. This particular day, he was running out of groceries, so he went to his local mall up in Lakewood, CO. For some odd reason, there were a few oddly dressed people in the mall today, but nothin was that odd until later that evening.
As he walked home after getting his groceries, his blue eyes twickled. For some odd reason, it seemed a bit darker today, cause even though it was only about 5ish. As he walked home, he noticed a darkshrouded figure in an alleyway. However, he noticed it had a lack of a head. Trying to remain calm, he walked to the far side of the street and quickened his pace. however, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed it turning toward him, and indead, it had a lack of a head, and a face on its chest instead, and it began to follow him. Quickening his pace, he tried to remain calm, but the creture picked up its pace as well. Knowing his home was only a few blocks away, he burst into a sprint. Dashing down the street, he quickly reached his home, fumbling with his keys, and opened the door, slamming it closed once he got inside and bolting it tight, then he peeked out the window. There was nothing there.
This incident spooked him, and regaurdless of his selfconvincing that he was just tired or something and his very average eve for the rest of the night programming computers and vegging in frount of TV, he went to bed tossing and turning. He awoke to the sound of mewing outside. He got up, still late at night, and peaked out the window by his bed to spot several cats at his door. Finding this odd, he went to his phone to call animal contrul. However, the line was dead. Getting even more worried, he went downstairs to his garage, for he had seen enough horror movies to reconize something was up. Opening the garrage door, he found his garage was also full of cats. He grabbed a rake that was near the door, and yelled at the cats "Scram!" then he looked at their eyes, and realized they weren't staring at him, but at something behind him. His heart stopped for a few seconds, then he swung the rake behing himself as he turned to face. he came face to face with a tall, monsterose form he couldnt reconized. It swipped at him, breaking the rake, and was about to hit his head....
When he woke up. Panting worrily, the sunlight was now peaking though his windows, and checking the clock, it was like 7:30 now. He sighed, relived it was all some horrible dream. He went to his bathroom, and found to his suprise that there was a little blood on his forehead.
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It all started out as a prety regular day. This darker, more depressed world wasnt bringing this wildhaired 28yr old down. He was a tall man, 6'4, caucasion brownhaired male, very lanky. This particular day, he was running out of groceries, so he went to his local mall up in Lakewood, CO. For some odd reason, there were a few oddly dressed people in the mall today, but nothin was that odd until later that evening.
As he walked home after getting his groceries, his blue eyes twickled. For some odd reason, it seemed a bit darker today, cause even though it was only about 5ish. As he walked home, he noticed a darkshrouded figure in an alleyway. However, he noticed it had a lack of a head. Trying to remain calm, he walked to the far side of the street and quickened his pace. however, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed it turning toward him, and indead, it had a lack of a head, and a face on its chest instead, and it began to follow him. Quickening his pace, he tried to remain calm, but the creture picked up its pace as well. Knowing his home was only a few blocks away, he burst into a sprint. Dashing down the street, he quickly reached his home, fumbling with his keys, and opened the door, slamming it closed once he got inside and bolting it tight, then he peeked out the window. There was nothing there.
This incident spooked him, and regaurdless of his selfconvincing that he was just tired or something and his very average eve for the rest of the night programming computers and vegging in frount of TV, he went to bed tossing and turning. He awoke to the sound of mewing outside. He got up, still late at night, and peaked out the window by his bed to spot several cats at his door. Finding this odd, he went to his phone to call animal contrul. However, the line was dead. Getting even more worried, he went downstairs to his garage, for he had seen enough horror movies to reconize something was up. Opening the garrage door, he found his garage was also full of cats. He grabbed a rake that was near the door, and yelled at the cats "Scram!" then he looked at their eyes, and realized they weren't staring at him, but at something behind him. His heart stopped for a few seconds, then he swung the rake behing himself as he turned to face. he came face to face with a tall, monsterose form he couldnt reconized. It swipped at him, breaking the rake, and was about to hit his head....
When he woke up. Panting worrily, the sunlight was now peaking though his windows, and checking the clock, it was like 7:30 now. He sighed, relived it was all some horrible dream. He went to his bathroom, and found to his suprise that there was a little blood on his forehead.