Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]

[Gojira]

I'm just saying.

i know
please check the edit

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[Jokey365]

Completely reviving the old topic would be a waste.
It snowballed into hell with everyone putting in these crazy ideas without being questioned.
xxxxkill with magic and fairytales.
Somebody else with aliens.

[Fracture]

okay lets get back on topic.

The kid brushes me off, even though im trying to help him. "Fine then, ya little forgeter. Stay behind and defend yourself from the crazies." I say as I turn back around towards my room.

[Kochieboy]

"Is that... voices...?"

<stuff... I can't be sure if they are helping me or not. I guess I have no choice.>

"Hey! Is anyone out there?"

My heart starts to pound, my mind started to cloud with guilt.

[Jokey365]

"You said a swear..." I mutter as my coward nature remains in control. I hear somebody speaking somewhere behind me, and I begin following the woman. "Don't leave me alone!" I shout.

[Kochieboy]

"Hello?"

<Don't assume anyone is here to help you, you were foolish to live in the first place.>

<Great, now I'm hearing voices...>

[Fracture]

I keep walking, ignoring the kid, when I hear another voice. "You've got to be kidding me." I say rather loudly, "Who else is here!? Where are you?"

[Kochieboy]

<Don't listen, they are after you...>

<Stop talking to me! Just stop with the voices! I'm guilty of nothing!>

"Hello!?"

[Fracture]

My pace quickens when I realize the person sounds distressed. Something must be after him. I pull the 9 Iron off my back and start running through the halls, trying to find the voice.
(Also, are you a guy or a girl?)

[Gojira]

Name: Jacov Steele
Age: 24
Personality: Intellegent, but very introverted.
Appearance: Dark blonde-ish hair, bluish gray eyes, somewhat tall in stature.
Inventory: Wallet, small flashlight, small pocketknife (something like this
Clothing: Combat uniform and body armor (stole it after getting booted due to the program)
Picture*: N/A
Backstory*: Was in the army, lost everything but my knife, flashlight, wallet, and combat uniform.
Previous RPs*: Original Apocalypse, 171st TFW, all the zombie things, etc.
Other**: German-British, has minimal military trianing
Skill***: Military - faster reflexes

is this okay

[Kochieboy]

Guy...


"I need help! *I start to sob a little, being overwhelmed by this new voice* Please! I need help!"

[Jokey365]

Now, alone, I run into the room the woman was about to enter. "Everything is going to be okay... I just need to stay calm..."

Name: Jacov Steele
Age: 24
Personality: Intellegent, but very introverted.
Appearance: Dark blonde-ish hair, bluish gray eyes, somewhat tall in stature.
Inventory: Wallet, small flashlight, small pocketknife (something like this
Clothing: Combat uniform (kept it after getting booted due to the program)
Picture*: N/A
Backstory*: Was in the army, lost everything but my knife, flashlight, wallet, and combat uniform.
Previous RPs*: Original Apocalypse, 171st TFW, all the zombie things, etc.
Other**: German-British, has minimal military trianing
Skill***: Military - faster reflexes

is this okay

Great.

[Fracture]

I keep running when I manage to find the man who has been shouting.
"Who... Are you...?" I say, out of breath, "And whats the matter?"

[Kochieboy]

"Bodies! Voices! Blood! I can't stand this nightmare!"

[Gojira]

items in <> means i'm thinking
I wake up, with the worst of headaches.
<stuff, where the hell am I? How did this happen?>
I get up, make sure I can move everything.
Now, to figure out what happened. I hear voices.
A little kid.
A woman.
Another guy.
I hear yet another guy screaming.
I run towards the voices.