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Author Topic: Apocalypse: An RP for BL Forumers - Back to the Future  (Read 259614 times)

Guys, I won't respond here for a while more than likely. I've had a close family member die and it's left me too upset to really actively do anything. I'll reply as soon as I'm feeling better.

*hugs*

I understand perfectly. Take as much time as you need.

Guys, I won't respond here for a while more than likely. I've had a close family member die and it's left me too upset to really actively do anything. I'll reply as soon as I'm feeling better.

Oh. I'm sorry for your loss. I really am.

Guys, I won't respond here for a while more than likely. I've had a close family member die and it's left me too upset to really actively do anything. I'll reply as soon as I'm feeling better.
i know how it feels
my mom lost her brother two years ago today

i know how it feels
my mom lost her brother two years ago today
So many people die. It's rather depressing.

So many people die. It's rather depressing.
brb, gonna go ctrl k.


Respawning in 3... 2... 1...

k i'm back

brb, gonna go ctrl k.


Respawning in 3... 2... 1...

k i'm back

bad timing bro.

brb, gonna go ctrl k.


Respawning in 3... 2... 1...

k i'm back

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OH HELL NO


Back2RP.
We're at a standstill. Jokey asleep, I'm busy being bored, you're somewhere, zombie is doing.... something, carol is gone, and uh... well yeah, we're stuck. There's only one thing to do!




TIMESKIPS

"Ugh. I'm so damn hungry."

I toss him an apple. "There's cereal in the shelves." I lie down on my bed, contemplating what to do next.

"Thanks," I say, biting into my apple, disregarding the breaking brackets.
"Who the hell cares about braces anymore? All the orthodontists are dead anyways."

Eventually, Alex finds himself waking up in the same industrial unit, after he indespicably went unconcious, most likely due to the exhaustion he had to sub-due. He looks around for a short period of time, pulling his scarf-mask away from his face, and sitting upwards upon the floor, looking out of the ventilation windows above the large "garage" doors of the unit itself, the sun since he was last conscious, was reflecting light through the unit. Due to the certain hours of being unconscious, the sun no longer refracts light, leaving the dusty, abandoned unit; only lit by the small extent of light outside.

Alex lifts himself up, patting himself off from the dust and glass attached to his clothing. He then becomes motivated to scavenge for anything in the unit, as a desperation.

"Thanks," I say, biting into my apple, disregarding the breaking brackets.
"Who the hell cares about braces anymore? All the orthodontists are dead anyways."
"True."

"True."
"It's sad," I say, taking another bite out of my apple.