SnowyDove
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Hello! I'm looking for a literate roleplayer who wants to create a plot together. I write plenty of paragraphs but am willing to match what you write. I enjoy fantasy, post apocalyptic, and sci-fi roleplay. I am very open. One of my previous openers consisted of this. If you have any questions or want to roleplay feel free to dm me. Its just an example and can't wait to hear from you.
A cool breeze rolled a low tempest over the mountain tops, sending newly changed leaves to be shook loose from their wind beaten branches. The forest groaned at the weight of the steadily strengthening gales. Below the tree tops the earth was mossy, littered with twigs, logs, rock, and shale. Though deer that were once grazing upon grass, tucked themselves into a thicket of tightly woven trees, and nestled down for the oncoming night. Not but feet away from the thicket was an old, rusted, shot up population sign. ‘Population: 200’ Down the old cracked road was a simple little burg with only a few shops lining the Main Street. The street that once would’ve been full of life and movement was now empty. No movement could be seen besides a small chipmunk scurrying into one of the old brick buildings. The sagging buildings along the Main Street had windows shattered out of them, doors pried open or gone, and steadily vegetation was beginning to over take them.
Suddenly birds screeched and took to the air from the tree top. Not scared by a sudden roll of thunder from the opposite side of the moment, rather from a gunshot, stirred them from where they’d so calmly nested. Below the tree tops on the forest floor, where a young woman was making a dash for her life.
A cool breeze rolled a low tempest over the mountain tops, sending newly changed leaves to be shook loose from their wind beaten branches. The forest groaned at the weight of the steadily strengthening gales. Below the tree tops the earth was mossy, littered with twigs, logs, rock, and shale. Though deer that were once grazing upon grass, tucked themselves into a thicket of tightly woven trees, and nestled down for the oncoming night. Not but feet away from the thicket was an old, rusted, shot up population sign. ‘Population: 200’ Down the old cracked road was a simple little burg with only a few shops lining the Main Street. The street that once would’ve been full of life and movement was now empty. No movement could be seen besides a small chipmunk scurrying into one of the old brick buildings. The sagging buildings along the Main Street had windows shattered out of them, doors pried open or gone, and steadily vegetation was beginning to over take them.
Suddenly birds screeched and took to the air from the tree top. Not scared by a sudden roll of thunder from the opposite side of the moment, rather from a gunshot, stirred them from where they’d so calmly nested. Below the tree tops on the forest floor, where a young woman was making a dash for her life.
