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The Red Death
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 28.February.12, 11:30 PM | Message # 1 |
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| A plague has struck the New World, taking thousands every week, every day...The governments, all humans have turned against the supernatural, blaming them for the deaths that are befalling the war, ignoring the fact that their people are dying too. Now, they are run from their homes, trying to find shelter from the Red Death themselves. How do you fight?
What is the Red Death? Good Question:
The fingernails turn blue then gray then black, followed by skin turning to a dead white. The eyes then become bloodshot and pupils fully dialated, leaving no iris visible. Red circles begin forming in random places and then sickness sweeps in. The mark of death is when the deepest red circle appears on your chest above your heart, you die within two days after that
Race Choices:
Human(derp)
Cherub(Humans with wings,granted minor 'abilities')
Vampire/Werewolf(herp-derp)
Shifter(like a werewolf but can change anytime)
More when I can actually think-Spetsnaz
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Age that you appear:
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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:45 PM | Message # 226 |
 The man with no frontal cortex.
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| Mind reading elves again.
"Sorry." I said.
If i ask her to help it would just humiliate her...Would it?
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:48 PM | Message # 227 |
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| Ginny
"Sorry for bothering you," I said, turning to leave.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:49 PM | Message # 228 |
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| "It's ok." i said, "anytime."
I watched her go back, and closed the door.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:52 PM | Message # 229 |
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| Ginny
I sat down on my bed again and began to sing quietly to the poor dying plant on the table beside my head. It's drooping leaves slowly gained some color.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:56 PM | Message # 230 |
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| She sings too.
While she sung i looked up at the ceiling, arguing in my head. Could i have done that better? I'm just trying to avoid a conflict...
Ah bugger. I need to survive. I need to learn how.
You are with other people. Your only friends. For a long time.
I still need to survive.
You must help them in any way you can.
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| Toxic | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 7:03 PM | Message # 231 |
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| Marcus
I removed my large trench coat, and tossed it onto the ground. I pouted like a man when I heard the sound of my fine blades clashing with the wooden floor of my room. I turned, and walked towards the door. I swung it open, and walked out into the hall.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 7:10 PM | Message # 232 |
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| Ginny
I picked it up and put it in the moonlight, still singing quietly. It slowly grew to grandeur.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Toxic | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 7:13 PM | Message # 233 |
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| Marcus
I ignored the song as I walked around the hotel, familiarizing possible escape routes within the building.
(If a person has the plague, do they like have the mindset of a zombie or something?)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 7:15 PM | Message # 234 |
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| Her singing somehow made me argue more.
Survival!(Please note that this is in his head.)
Those who you trust are dependent on you.
THEY ARE NOT! MY DRIVING IS CRAP-
Does that change the way they think about you?
YES!
You are more Dedicated to them than you think.
ARRGHK!
I decided to sleep on in, and laid on the bed.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 7:18 PM | Message # 235 |
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| (No, they are still capable of everything a healthy humkan is until the sickness takes over and they're bed ridden until death)
Ginny
I fell quiet, smiling at the plant.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 7:20 PM | Message # 236 |
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| Dreams tonight would be weird. I knew it.
Occasionally, I have found myself a wolf when i wake up. In the clan, It was symbolized with youth.
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| Toxic | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 7:29 PM | Message # 237 |
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| Marcus
I made my way to a water fountain, taking a drink and then jogging back up the hotel stairs towards my room.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 7:30 PM | Message # 238 |
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| Ginny
I laid down on the floor comfortably and passed to sleep
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 7:31 PM | Message # 239 |
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| (TS to morning?)
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| Toxic | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 7:33 PM | Message # 240 |
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| (I guess. Should we wait for Spetz?)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 7:35 PM | Message # 241 |
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| (Yeah. Best thing to do.)
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 9:28 PM | Message # 242 |
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| (Well, we were going to TS to morning...)
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 9:39 PM | Message # 243 |
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| (Yeah, we were.)
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 8:08 AM | Message # 244 |
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| [Feels like we're stalling, eh? x3]
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 4:22 PM | Message # 245 |
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| (I'll start, breaking the stalling...)
I woke up a wolf.
Good start. Blinking slowly, i shifted back, and dragged myself over to my backpack.
A quick check reveals nothing out of the ordinary.
Looking up, i notice a plank on the floor...The same one...
Oh wow.
In Shifter mythology, each and every one of us will find a "Soul sharer", something, it doesn't matter what, that shares part of our soul. We are bonded to the item forever.
This plank was mine. It really well knew it.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 4:50 PM | Message # 246 |
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| I heard a rustling noise, and poked my head out the door.
"What's that?" I asked.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 5:00 PM | Message # 247 |
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| I looked back at him.
"Ok..."
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 5:02 PM | Message # 248 |
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| Ginny
I sat up and stuck my head out the door. "You could've used just a little more vanilla to mask the scent," I said, looking at him knowingly.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 5:04 PM | Message # 249 |
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| I looked at Ginny, then back to the vamp.
"...Wait..." I said, slowly catching on.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 5:11 PM | Message # 250 |
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| "That's a body, isn't it?" I asked.
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