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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
CS:
Name:
Race:(a selection of available,no original races
Age that you appear:
Actual Age:
Appearance1:
Appearance2:
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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:58 PM | Message # 76 |
 The man with no frontal cortex.
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| "Camping store?" I ask. "Why?"
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 0:04 AM | Message # 77 |
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| Ginny
I nodded. "I see..."
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 0:07 AM | Message # 78 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| Living this out...
I wonder where my clan is...
(Maybe Steve's old "Clan" might have taken up residence at the camping store. Idea?)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 0:09 AM | Message # 79 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| (Not all of them. We don't want them all mad.)
I stepped out of the car.
I smelled my clan. They were here.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 0:13 AM | Message # 80 |
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| (Night)
Ginny
I stepped out, sniffing.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 0:17 AM | Message # 81 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| I looked back at the elf, Ginny, was it not? I looked back towards the shop.
A soft growling. The automatic doors swooshed halfway and got stuck, with a shower of sparks.
That was enough room to allow a huge wolf to walk out. It had purple eyes and rippling muscles. It glared at the elf.
Then at me.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 11:58 AM | Message # 82 |
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| "I wouldn't shoot at him." I said, staring at the wolf.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 2:14 PM | Message # 83 |
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| The wolf stopped growling, and looked at me.
"Well, Well, Well." It spoke, it's mouth twisting awkwardly.
"Bless my soul, it's Steve the passive, the only one who didn't fight."
It looked back up at the gunman vampire.
"And who's your friend here?"
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 4:48 PM | Message # 84 |
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| (Stalling what?)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 5:40 PM | Message # 85 |
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| (XD)
The wolf leapt suddenly in front of him, blocking the shop.
"Ah ah ah, no going inside. This is clan territory.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 6:13 PM | Message # 86 |
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| The wolf started to bark.
Across the parking lot, more wolfs started to howl and bark.
"I'm not sure that was a good idea." I said quietly.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 7:08 PM | Message # 87 |
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| (Them? It's just noises.)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 7:22 PM | Message # 88 |
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| (It happens to us all.)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 8:10 PM | Message # 89 |
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| I kept looking behind me.
The big wolf had gone. But the howling continued.
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| Toxic | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 9:38 PM | Message # 90 |
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| Name: Marcus Vaccaro
Race: Vampire
Age that you appear: 19
Actual Age: 190
Appearance1: Sliky black hair that falls lazily over his right temple. It's a highlight compared to his extremely pale skin. He wears a black a trench-coat over a black beater. He wears black trip pants and black Embergs that help his agile techniques.
Ability: Extremely agile.
Personality/Bio: (TBR)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 9:39 PM | Message # 91 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| (So many vampires...)
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| Toxic | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 9:40 PM | Message # 92 |
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ToxIke
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| (I've counted there was only one. Now, two, no?)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 9:41 PM | Message # 93 |
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| (Yes. There are two.
I thought there were 25.)
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| Toxic | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 9:44 PM | Message # 94 |
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ToxIke
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| (Wrong. 24.)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 10:12 PM | Message # 95 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| I held them tightly, looking around.
Wolves continued to howl.
I needed a weapon. NOW. My eyes darted around the small, nigh abandoned shop...
And rested an a plank of wood.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 10:16 PM | Message # 96 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| Gunshots still startle me.
I carry the sleeping bags over to the piece of wood, and put the wood on top of the sleeping bag.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 10:33 PM | Message # 97 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| I follow him, and load the sleeping bags in the car.
I look at the vampires new gun. It scares me a little.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 10:37 PM | Message # 98 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| I climb inside the van.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 10:43 PM | Message # 99 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| (He knows that vampire + trench coat = winner.)
There was a small thump against the side of the van. The wolfs howled louder.
It was a sort of melodious howl. I knew it well.
The song of the chase.
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| Toxic | Date: Sa, 17.March.12, 10:49 PM | Message # 100 |
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ToxIke
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| (It conceals his body and his weapons. Very...mysterious.)
I am only one, but I am one.
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