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| 11 Oct 2015 04:03 PM |
Original Thread: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=175975730
Your name?: I've been told it's Randy... but I'm not sure.
Your age?: Well, from studying my physical being, I'd say I'm either in my late twenties or early to mid thirties. Your gender?: Male
Your appearance, clothing and physical?: I used to be strong-ish, healthily fit human being. But ever since I was forced to live in hiding underground, I'm gaunt and weak. My hair is messy and almost reaches my shoulders, and I'm developing a slight stubble under by lip. All I usually have to wear are warm, heavy clothing like parkas, bulky cargo pants, and hunting boots with knee-high socks.
You don't have any weapons with you, but do you have any trinkets or mementos of a life that's gone?: All I have is the ammunition case of a .22 revolver. There's no ammo in it, though, and I only use it to carry a pipe I occasionally smoke out of when desperate for happiness.
If you can't remember, then don't strain yourself, but do you recall your past?: I... think I was extremely wealthy. I was born into a rich family, so I wasn't even willing to work for the money myself. I did go to a school, got decent grades, but it was public, and I always putting others down for not being nearly as valuable as me. My only 'friends' were other snobby, bratty rich bullies like me. God, I was a jerk... I remember at some point I got into hunting thanks to the ammunition case I found. I can't remember if I was even good, though... I also believe I'm a drug addict, as I found the pipe in my hand after I blacked out from the Eldritch attacks. Then, as far I as know, I'm where I am today...
Anything else?: Please, no more. I don't even know my purpose of living anymore... Why am I alive? Why must I live like this? Yet, something tells me to keep carrying on. Something tells me to keep living... I will not die until I find it.
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The dust around you settles as you awaken. You'd been hiding out underground for the night in a dirty, rusty, and all-around unpleasant train. You remember hearing an ear-wretching creaking noise as the ground beneath the train gave in and sent the back of it down into the abyss. The front of the train is still where it should be. It's a steep climb back to the level you were at. The seats and poles around the train should be helpful in your climb. What else is there for you to do, besides climb? Of course, you could stay down here. There was nothing stopping you.
But, as you contemplated the idea of just resting here for awhile, you heard a sickening static noise, and hushed whispers which spoke words never meant to be heard by human ears, understood by human brains, or spoken by a human tongue. Something is outside of the train, but you can't see it from where you are. You can feel its presence, you can feel its fingers tracing the train. It must've heard the noise of the train falling and come to investigate. It's coming for you. |
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| 11 Oct 2015 05:03 PM |
The sound was anything but peaceful to hear. I have not recollected what those indescribably evil inhuman beings sounded exactly like, but this sound clearly came from a creature that had no intentions of being friendly. I knew I must act fast. Sitting here would be suicide. If I were to run, it would only be a short break before death inevitably reached me. I needed to be more creative than that. What was there I could possibly do?
It came to me that a plan was impossible unless I investigated what ruins were left of this train. Ever so slowly and silently, I inch myself to the very front of the train; the pilot, using the various toppled over seats and poles to cling on. The door, thankfully, was busted open, and it did not take much strength nor noise to reveal the contents behind it. There at my destination, I take a quick study of my surroundings...
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| 11 Oct 2015 05:06 PM |
| This would help: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=174623432 |
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| 11 Oct 2015 05:10 PM |
(You don't control the world around you. Do not make implications about objects in the world, including saying whether or not a door is open or what condition it's in.)
As you climbed upwards to the closed and rusted door, you ended up putting too much pressure on one of the seats, knocking it out of place and sending it down, slamming into the back wall of the train with an audible crashing noise of the metal at the bottom of the seat hitting the metal of the wall. The sparking and whispering sounds coming from outside stopped for a moment, then started again at a faster rate. It's getting closer.
You continued up to the door and managed to push it open, flopping out onto the ground. The moment you did, however, the entirety of the train fell down from behind you, crashing to the ground further below. You could see a blue light, flashing and sparking amidst the dust created from the collapsing of the train.
You were now in an old subway, the pillars holding up the ground above in a dilapidated state, looking like they could give way at any moment. There were a few more trains on rails up ahead, leading into a dark tunnel you couldn't see into at this point. To your right was the only area with any light whatsoever. A grey light, the sun blocked by ash, shone downwards to that area. It was the only opening to the outside, and a set of broken and ruined stairs there would lead you to the surface. |
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| 11 Oct 2015 05:21 PM |
(Dang, this role-play is that restricted? Even with other ISRPs, at least you're given a little freedom of objects you can interact with.)
Before even considering my next action, I desperately needed a moment to rest. I sat against whatever wall was available, brushed my hair out of my vision, and took a few long, calming breaths. To check for any cuts or wounds, I patted my body all over where I could, and tried to find any sensations of pain or blood. If there was any, I would need to find a medicinal kit of some kind soon.
As for what to do next, my brain retracted to an instinct state of mind, and I figured that light obviously equaled to hope. Remembering that those... things were going to find me at any moment, I stood up, with a small groan of exhaustion, and limped as quick as I could to the base of the staircase.
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| 11 Oct 2015 05:34 PM |
(You can interact with objects. You don't decide what the objects are, how they behave, and what state they're currently in. You control your character and what he does, not the world around him. I've never seen another ISRP in which you're allowed to do that, besides God or Nation ISRPs, or just regular RPs. You're free to stop RPing at any time if you don't like it.)
There were a few cuts around your torso area, likely from when the back of the train fell while you were inside it. However, they weren't too deep. Agitation, however, may lead them to becoming more of a problem than they are right now. As you rested, you could hear the sparking and whispering, and the sound of something walking on top of the crashed train.
Getting back up, you made your way to the stairs. Looking up, you could see the ruins of a once great city, now crumbled from years of neglect and destruction. The sun didn't shine with its brilliance like it did before God's Death. All around was grey, as though the sun itself decided not to shine like it once did. The world wasn't in complete darkness, and you could see clearly. The stairs, though ruined, were still very usable. Listening to the sounds of the outside, you could hear footsteps, sounding like they're coming from a creature that walks on all-fours. Clip, clop, clip, clop, the footsteps went. It was only footsteps coming from the creature you could hear but not see on the surface. No whispers coming from it, not horrid noises. Just footsteps.
Of course, the same couldn't be said about the creature left down below. You heard a noise from it, another sparking noise. Then, the sound of metal being crushed, followed by the sound of something landing. The electric being is on the same level as you now. It's to your left, and you're not currently looking at it, and you're not sure if you want to. You know it hasn't seen you just yet, because you're still breathing. Whispers come from the being, your left arm feels a bit of static electricity hit it. The whispers are loud now, the creature is so close, and yet... you don't hear any breathing coming from it. |
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| 11 Oct 2015 05:49 PM |
(You kidding? This RP is way too good to just quit! I apologize for not understanding earlier.)
I held my breath. For a moment, no ideas, except the horrors of what kind of death would greet me, circled my mind. I was in a blank. A blank panic. The footsteps from the surface could be, perhaps, a horse of some kind? 'Horses still exist... right?' I briefly thought to myself. But no more thinking was allowed. Eventually, I knew, those things would find me. I couldn't just sprint up the stairs, surely they would hear me. And surely they would catch me.
No, instead I swung around behind the stairs, limiting the amount of noise I made possible. Grasping the corner of the walls with raw clammy hands, I peered my head as little as I could around. I tried to dedicate the time to see exactly what these creatures were, and the best possible way to elude them.
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| 11 Oct 2015 06:06 PM |
(It's okay.)
Quickly and quietly, you moved behind the stairs into the darkness. Thankfully, whatever was down here with you didn't see you. As you peeked your head out, you saw one creature, the one that was outside the train earlier, and the one that was on top of it.
It was a creature composed of some blue-colored electricity, as though it were created from several lightning bolts sewn together. Wrapped around the being was a pitch blackness, clung to it like a harness. A blackness that you see only when you close your eyes in utter darkness a silence, a blackness that could never be represented or shown truly in the open and waking eye. While the creature was humanoid, it was only vaguely so. It had a head, two legs, and two arms, all made out of electricity and that horrid blackness. Though, look at its appendages, everything about them was inhuman. Its legs and arms moved, jerked, and shook violently and sporadically.
Its head was covered completely in the blackness that merely decorated the rest of its body. For a moment, the creature glazed over your general direction, and you saw its face was filled with what must've been ten or more eyeballs. All red, all unmoving, all unblinking. The creature began walking, each footstep forcing it into a completely different direction, but still moving it forward. The incomprehensible whispers from it grow louder as it pass you by. A stray spark flies out from it and hits your shoulder, singing it a bit. The creature was moving, as far as you could tell, towards the tunnels and away from you. |
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| 11 Oct 2015 06:27 PM |
How could I possibly express the horror I've just witnessed? I couldn't. It wasn't possible. There were no words. I crouched as far as I could into the crevice and just eyed the entity, with only two compared to what seemed like the hundred it had.
There was a few plans in my head for what to do. Since they seem to literally be made out of electricity, perhaps water could diminish them? Water disposes electricity right? Or was it the other way around?.. Gah! My mind was much too fed up to think of offensive actions! I needed to escape for my life. When I figured the horrific being was too far away to sense me, I moved away from my hiding position. Instead of sprinting my way up the stairs, I only crept up one flight.
I remembered that this thing was speaking. Meaning, surely, that there was another one of its kind in the same area. After planting myself on the base of the first flight, I crouched down again, and peered over the railing in search of any danger.
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| 11 Oct 2015 08:02 PM |
| You head up one flight of stairs. As you look over the railing, you don't see any other being. The one from before must've been whispering to itself, or trying to communicate with you in a tongue you couldn't understand. You wait a few more moments, and nothing else turns up, though you still hear the footsteps from the surface. |
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| 11 Oct 2015 08:12 PM |
I let out a sigh of relief. Could I, for once, actually be safe? I only hoped more as I made my way up the stairs, remaining cautious. When I eventually reached an exit, I did not casually walk out. No, I had to make sure that the other thing making noise up here was friendly or docile. I peered once more, over the edge of the most upper railing, and viewed what would be awaiting me.
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| 11 Oct 2015 09:13 PM |
You moved up the stairs a bit and peeked outside towards the source of the footsteps.
As you'd guessed before, a horse was on the surface. A bleach white horse with brown eyes and a blond mane and tail. From this particular position, you couldn't tell whether or not this horse was a male or a female. On its back is a blood-stained brown leather saddle, with a bag clipped to the side of it. The bag was partially open, and you could see a little piece of paper sticking out. Inside of the horse's mouth was a bit, with a bridle around its head with reins connected to it. |
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| 11 Oct 2015 09:40 PM |
"Dammit!.." I could not help but silently exclaim to myself. Seeing the equipment, it was obvious this horse belonged to someone. I refused to even attempt interaction with someone. It's much too risky now in this world. However, the paper, for some reason, caught my great interest. For all I knew, and for how depressing this planet has become, that sheet of reformed papyrus could be exactly what I ever needed for survival.
I looked around again, but this time I was scanning the scene in a search for something I could use to hide, and, if necessary, something I could use to attack.
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| 11 Oct 2015 09:45 PM |
| You went a bit further up the stairs for a better look at everything. Crumbled buildings were all around, and one of them had fallen over into the middle of the street, making it difficult to navigate to the other side. Any one of these destroyed buildings could serve as a hiding spot. Signs and billboards that once advertised unhealthy foods that could kill you have now fallen into and around the main street as well, now serving as safety if you chose to hide away behind them. If those didn't work, you could always retreat back down into the subway. In terms of any kind of weaponry, there were a few bricks and rocks around, but nothing other than that. |
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| 11 Oct 2015 10:09 PM |
Going back into the subway, I knew, was not an option. Or at least not a smart one. I could take refuge in one of the buildings. But, for all I know, the horse's owner could be in one of those searching for something or simply taking a break.
I decided I needed more time to survey the scene. But I could no longer stay in that staircase, I figured. So, as quietly as I could, I sprung up out of the staircase and hid in between a fallen billboard. There, I lifted my head up a little to view my surroundings from this new angle. I cared not if the horse detected me, as it would have no way of showing where I am... right? If it did start neighing, however, I would try to keep myself undetected under the sign.
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| 12 Oct 2015 10:33 PM |
Finally, you'd climbed up onto the surface. It's a bit warmer here than it was down below. While the air remains clean and unpleasant, the open space alleviates the scent of decay ever-present both on the surface and below.
Moving with haste, you got behind one of the billboards and peeked around it. From this angle, everything was much the same. Ruined buildings litter the streets and the area near the streets. The ruined building that collapsed onto the street is blocking your view of that side of the street. If you wanted to see that area, you'd have to make your way around the building.
Currently, you were on a rather narrow street, having just popped out of the subway. The billboard was off to the side, right near the subway entrance/exit. To your right was the fallen building that blocked the way. Directly forward would bring you out of this concrete jungle and towards the woods. To the left was the horse, and more street. You could faintly make out a building down that way with a faded neon sign reading "Responsible Girl's Burger Town." |
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| 12 Oct 2015 10:50 PM |
""Responsible Girl's Burger Town,"" I whispered to myself with a chuckle. What a weirdly specific name for a restaurant. The swift change in temperature felt rather nice. Much easier to adapt to then the chilliness of the subway. But Responsible Girl's and the temperature wasn't what mattered. Those things are as important as the gender of the horse; who cares? I don't know even why, but I desperately needed that piece of paper...
I still reputed myself from sprinting off and snatching the thing, as most definitely something would go wrong. And, considering my luck, I would probably run right into the horse's owner anyway, and I don't want to know what would happen if I did. So, instead, I stayed in my current position, and continued my surveillance.
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| 12 Oct 2015 10:57 PM |
You waited for a few moments, almost dozing off from boredom. Though, you were jerked awake by the sound of something creeping slowly up the subway stairs. The horse turns its head to look, then immediately gallops off wide-eyed towards Responsible Girl's Burger Town. You can't see what's coming up from the stairs, the railing is blocking it. Maybe you shouldn't have waited around doing nothing. Perhaps, right now, waiting a bit longer could serve you well. If the creature came out of the subway tunnels and was looking straight ahead, you'd be behind it with your position at the billboard. However, if it glanced behind it, it would see you almost immediately. Trying to move may be out of the question, as you're so close to the subway stairs and the creature might hear you.
The creature creeping up the stairs did so with a sickening noise. With each step it took, you could here the sound of something slimy slamming into the wall beside the stairs or the stairs themselves. If you listened closely, you could hear a sort of steaming sound, and the noise of bubbles forming and popping with a disgusting *schloosh* noise. |
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| 13 Oct 2015 04:35 PM |
The last thing I needed was another one of those foul beasts appearing again. And I assumed that's the only thing it could be. What else could it be? Yet, I still persuaded myself that I needed that horse. Seeing as it ran away surely means that, maybe, it doesn't even have an owner at all.
I figured that I could lose the creature among the debris of the toppled and destroyed buildings. After all, from what I could tell, it did look like the being had trouble traversing complicated land.
So, with a last sigh to convince myself, I stood up, and I ran. I ran into the collapsed building. I cared not what it used to be, nor how dangerous the situation itself was, I just had to run from that... thing. I pulled off every evasive trick I knew: the fox trail... that's about it. Dammit! I guess I was never a good hunter! I hope that, if it even follows me, it's enough to escape.
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| 13 Oct 2015 05:51 PM |
The moment you break out running, you hear an inquisitive-sounding noise come from the creature in the subway, and you heard its slimy footsteps carrying it up the stairs at a rapid rate. You dare not look back, as you're focused more on running. Arriving at the building collapsed into the street, you climb in through one of the broken windows, cutting yourself a bit on a piece of glass. Nothing too serious though.
Inside are toppled pieces of furniture: desks, chairs, lamps, and the like. If you were so inclined, you could dig through the desks and perhaps find something of use. Though, you soon discard this idea as you hear the horrid and gross footsteps growing faster and faster. The collapsed building was on its side, with the roof and floor having been destroyed. You could try to run through down to what used to be the bottom floor and escape that way, putting you on the same side of the street as Responsible Girl's Burger Town is, that is, across from the subway entrance. Or you could try to go through what used to be the roof, putting you behind the buildings and the subway entrance.
Of course, now that you were in the collapsed building, you could see what was on the other side, being blocked off. More dull buildings, of course, and the road seemed to stretch out endlessly. But, you could faintly make out some form or another. While you couldn't tell what it was, something was coming from it that was as clear as day. Smoke. |
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| 02 Nov 2015 02:41 PM |
(Sorry for this long af response. Life got in the way, so it will probably happen again.)
Being in a complete panic, I was not at all thinking clearly. My options were limited, and any wrong choice would lead to a dreadful prize of imminent death. Instinctively, the memory of the burger joint from earlier popped into my mind, and my brain commanded me to run in that direction, in which I did so, not even bothering to scavenge through what supplies I could've gathered or consider the dangers that could possibly be awaiting me.
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| 02 Nov 2015 09:34 PM |
| You hurry through the ruined building and toward the burger place. Soon enough, you've arrived there, panting. The faded neon sign reading "Responsible Girl's Burger Town" looks down at you as a beacon in the dark. The lights inside the eatery are all off, and you can't see inside. Though, you can't hear anything inside either. |
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| 02 Nov 2015 09:52 PM |
I was not about to just barge in there for shelter. Even if I tried a stealthy approach, I have not the slightest idea of what could be in there. Besides tables, chairs, and various cooking equipment, mind you.
Deciding I might as well catch my breath, I stood exhausted against the opening of the collapsed building. Whilst resting, I took the moment to study my new surroundings on the street...
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| 02 Nov 2015 10:02 PM |
| Bland, grey ruined buildings stretched out for what seemed like miles in all directions. But, looking down the road you were currently on, past Responsible Girl's Burger Town, you think you can make out a cozy-looking wooden cabin. Newly built, by the look of it. Your stomach grumbles a bit. |
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