ErrantLight
Embodiment of Nope
So! The times of autumn winds, the chill of the air and the dwindling daylight is coming upon us along with promises of scary pranks, talks of the supernatural, of witches, vampires, werewolves and trolls...
It is in this spirit that I would like to propose my next few words! For the longest time it has been a tradition of mine to seek out like-minded folks in this time of spooks, frightens and scares, and this year shall be no exception (I hope!) to that.
I have on my mind a little twist on a very simple theme. It begins with a settlement in the distant past, a dark and gloomy little town where the sky is shrouded in a constant layer of smog. There isn't much good health, nor good cheer. The townsfolk do their best to get by with what they have, and for the most part beyond the occasional disease running wild, they have seen peace. Only as of late, that has changed -- in the dead of night, terrifying, shrill screams of pure fear have been accounted for numerous times, sometimes several nights in a row and sometimes there is silence for weeks. People speak of a furred creature, a large, swift and foreboding beast that stalks through the shadows with eyes a gleaming yellow as if a pair of piercing suns were fitted in its eye sockets, and with claws that are said to cleave through stone and plate like a freshly sharpened blade slices effortlessly through paper. They say it has been seen barging into homesteads, snatching people away never for them to return, and sometimes it doesn't even make the effort to drag them away, leaving the mess to be found by their peers.
I am of course referring to a werewolf running rampant! The twist mentioned before is that it is no ordinary werewolf; it is a machine. Now bear with me, right, how on Earth is a small settlement going to deal with not only a werewolf, but one of twisted steel, hide and fur as opposed to the comforts of flesh and blood? Well, that is where our main character comes into play. A hunter that specifies in this very precise field. The role-play in question will speak their tale of battle, of intrigue, of mystery and of exploration -- dare I even say... relation? After all, how can you hunt a beast for so long and not get to know it somehow, somewhere?
I wish I could be more detailed as of current but I fear that I may end up sitting here all night if I was to keep going. If this idea piques even the slightest bit of interest somewhere, please do send me a message -- I am happy to discuss details, alter some bits and pieces where it is befitting, and I am in fact very easygoing with all things in general. As far as I care, we could end up doing something entirely different -- though horror related at ground if I may request -- and I'd be totally fine with it. Let's see where things go!
It is in this spirit that I would like to propose my next few words! For the longest time it has been a tradition of mine to seek out like-minded folks in this time of spooks, frightens and scares, and this year shall be no exception (I hope!) to that.
I have on my mind a little twist on a very simple theme. It begins with a settlement in the distant past, a dark and gloomy little town where the sky is shrouded in a constant layer of smog. There isn't much good health, nor good cheer. The townsfolk do their best to get by with what they have, and for the most part beyond the occasional disease running wild, they have seen peace. Only as of late, that has changed -- in the dead of night, terrifying, shrill screams of pure fear have been accounted for numerous times, sometimes several nights in a row and sometimes there is silence for weeks. People speak of a furred creature, a large, swift and foreboding beast that stalks through the shadows with eyes a gleaming yellow as if a pair of piercing suns were fitted in its eye sockets, and with claws that are said to cleave through stone and plate like a freshly sharpened blade slices effortlessly through paper. They say it has been seen barging into homesteads, snatching people away never for them to return, and sometimes it doesn't even make the effort to drag them away, leaving the mess to be found by their peers.
I am of course referring to a werewolf running rampant! The twist mentioned before is that it is no ordinary werewolf; it is a machine. Now bear with me, right, how on Earth is a small settlement going to deal with not only a werewolf, but one of twisted steel, hide and fur as opposed to the comforts of flesh and blood? Well, that is where our main character comes into play. A hunter that specifies in this very precise field. The role-play in question will speak their tale of battle, of intrigue, of mystery and of exploration -- dare I even say... relation? After all, how can you hunt a beast for so long and not get to know it somehow, somewhere?
I wish I could be more detailed as of current but I fear that I may end up sitting here all night if I was to keep going. If this idea piques even the slightest bit of interest somewhere, please do send me a message -- I am happy to discuss details, alter some bits and pieces where it is befitting, and I am in fact very easygoing with all things in general. As far as I care, we could end up doing something entirely different -- though horror related at ground if I may request -- and I'd be totally fine with it. Let's see where things go!
