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| 30 Jan 2016 10:15 AM |
Original Thread: http://forum.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=182676064
May 23rd, 2017 2:32 PM
You were walking down the streets of Chicago to buy some apples. When you left home, the news stated that the strongest bomb ever, The Atomic Bomb, was in the hands of common terrorists. They released on Facebook and Twitter that they were going to bomb America with it. USA was at DEF.CON 1. You reached the apple stand. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 10:18 AM |
I sigh as I grab an apple from the stand, tossing the vendor a £1 coin.
(If we canchoose the setting we are in, I want mine to be set in England.) |
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| 30 Jan 2016 10:19 AM |
| (Sorry if that'll mess up the ISRP.) |
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| 30 Jan 2016 10:24 AM |
(Nah, it won't.)
AS you leave the stand, a big shadow passed over the streets. You look up, seeing a bomb the size of Jupiter. An overstatement, yes. But still, it was big. You quickly run away from the bomb, but you didn't get far. When the bomb hit, you surprisingly didn't die. You sucked up large amounts of fire and radiation, and got knocked out. For about a century.
When you awoke, it was pretty dark, but warm. You look around. You saw an alleyway with smoke arising from it, and a cafe looking place with lights on. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 10:25 AM |
| I stand up, dusting myself off. I take a quick look at the rest of my surroundings before heading the the cafe place. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 10:28 AM |
Upon reaching the Cafe', you look in a dusted window. It had alot of people in there, but you mainly stared at your reflection. At this moment, you recalled your name before entering.
(Name and appearance) |
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| 30 Jan 2016 10:35 AM |
I remember my name as Rachael, but I don't remember my last name.
As I look in the window, I see my hair is cut to my shoulders and tied up into two pig-tails on the sides of my head. My hair looks to be a light grey-brwon, with the tips fading to an electric blue, but I don't remember my hair being like that before. I look to be a 19 year old girl with the same blue eyes as the tip of my hair, a small-ish nose, small-ish ears, and thin lips. My skin is fair and almost flawless, with a couple of small freckles beneath my right eye. I see that I am wearing a white short-sleeved crop top, a black leather jacket, 3/4 length skinny jeans with chains on the right pocket, and black leather boots with 3-inch heels. |
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Jin150
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| 30 Jan 2016 10:39 AM |
| Blazing, we DON'T WANT ELECTRIC BLUE HAIR! |
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| 30 Jan 2016 12:25 PM |
| You enter the Cafe'. It is quite lively, modern music played, but with a classic cover. Lights shone bright, giving it a warm feel. People were laughing, dancing and drinking. You go to order a drink, but realize you have no idea if pre-bomb money would work. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 12:26 PM |
| I decide to try anyways. What's the harm in asking? |
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| 30 Jan 2016 12:49 PM |
| You walk to the counter, asking what they have for sale. The cashier was quite a petite girl, probably your age, or younger. "The usual. Be@r, Pizza, and Coke." |
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| 30 Jan 2016 12:51 PM |
| "I'll just take a Coke please." I then hear my stomach rumble. "On second thoughts, I'll take the pizza as well." |
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| 30 Jan 2016 12:55 PM |
| "2 pounds please." You took a moment to thank god and handed her the money. she coupled the pizza with a plate and handed it to you. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 12:57 PM |
| I take the plate and wait for my Coke. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 01:58 PM |
| A waitress delivered your Coke. The song had switched. Now people were slow dancing and kissing. Those alone seemed sad. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 02:00 PM |
| Igrab my Coke and head to an empty table. I sit down and start eating my pizza. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 02:02 PM |
| A fine tasting pizza for a nuclear wasteland. It was hot, right out the oven. You always did enjoy the hot stuff. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 02:08 PM |
(Can I ask what my power is? If I don't like it, is it possible that I can change it? I have a feeling mine has something to fo with fire.)
I keep eating my pizza, deciding not to get up and dance. Dancing was never my thing, though music, especially EDM, always made me smile. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 02:12 PM |
(Yeah, it is. What do you want?)
You finished up with the pizza and the Coke. After leaving you looked around. You never noticed but everything seem rusty now. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 02:17 PM |
(Hmm... What about the ability to transform into a vehicle and make other vehicles also have the ability transform and I have the ability to control them when I touch them? Also, a side effect of having this power is that small wheels appear coming out of her skin.
That ok?)
'Huh.' I think to myself, noticing the rust. |
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Jin150
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| 30 Jan 2016 02:57 PM |
That's the dumbest power.
YOU AIN'T OPTIMUS PRIME! |
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