Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 167188 times)

I finally spot someone. Jeffrey. I run up to him, relieved.

"Jeffrey! Jeffrey!" I cry.


Nop.
« Last Edit: July 27, 2012, 11:11:22 PM by BlockDuck »

The snow wasn't piled up twenty inches in the city, but it was still there and finally getting to me. "I REALLY should have just agreed to their demands..." I mutter as I walk.


ALRIGHT, SO.
If the animal was a husky, as in a dog, then it's fine, but there are no forests/woods in the area for there to be a legit wolf.

ALRIGHT, SO.
If the animal was a husky, as in a dog, then it's fine, but there are no forests/woods in the area for there to be a legit wolf.

People generally mistake huskies for wolves.

People generally mistake huskies for wolves.
I was just makin' sure he skinned a dog alive and not a rabid animal.

Nevermind my last post.



I wander through the snow, a lost, sad ten-year old boy.

The cold bites at my bare arms, 'Where is everyone?' I think to myself.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I yell.
« Last Edit: July 27, 2012, 11:08:11 PM by BlockDuck »

I reach the door of the hotel.  I simply walk over to the front counter and flip the dog over onto it.  I cut off another leg and take a bite.  Where is everyone?  I make some noise to get their attention in the form of clashing things around.  What a frustration, lacking speech. 

After a bit of time with metal and some gloves, and with a bit of experience, i created the ultimate weapon. Two metal plated gloveswith attached brass knuckles, and the kick, an electric current that had twice the power of a taser on a hard punch. I created a makeshift switch to turn off and on and the current. Nails and superglue are wonders. For testing, I punched a streetlight, sparks flew from the light and it burned out. "Hell yea."

I sit at the hotel afte my walk and wait for someone to come, thinking about what Jeffrey had said... well, not said, but written down. You get the point.
Then I see a light go dark.
"stuff."

I hear something electric.  It is a very distinct sound. 
Better not investigate, but I think I should at least be alert.  I prop the R700P up and aim at the back, still munching on the dog leg. 

Nevermind my last post.



I wander through the snow, a lost, sad nine-year old boy.

The cold bites at my bare arms, 'Where is everyone?' I think to myself.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I yell.

what the forget

First you were 11, then 10, now 9. Are you reverse aging or some stuff?

what the forget

First you were 11, then 10, now 9. Are you reverse aging or some stuff?

Whoops, typo. xD

It's true my character was 11 at first, but I changed it to 10 a little while later.

Can we get on with the story?  Bored over in Maine.  Very, very bored. 

Please help.  Interact with my character or something. 

I finally spot someone. Jeffrey. I run up to him, relieved.

"Jeffrey! Jeffrey!" I cry.




Nop. Again.
« Last Edit: July 27, 2012, 11:13:20 PM by BlockDuck »

Bro, I'm in the hotel.  I don't even know where you are.  You'd realistically see Jeremy first. 
Unless you somehow sneak in a window or something.  Idk

Bro, I'm in the hotel.  I don't even know where you are.  You'd realistically see Jeremy first. 
Unless you somehow sneak in a window or something.  Idk

Sorry, I didn't know that.

:c



I stumble into an alleyway, exhausted.

I slump down, and drift off to sleep.