Coca-Cola
My name is Charlie what's yours
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ok is this a chicken sandwich or a chicken burger
Undead Witch
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Sandwich.
Coca-Cola
My name is Charlie what's yours
the cat is grand-dad and Minerva is the one recording
mysterybox
someday, somewhere, someone
Hey random question but I've been kind of wondering for a while now, what is the name of the cult? Have we figured that out yet?
Coca-Cola
My name is Charlie what's yours
see no evil
StaleBread
I be being, ...and that is all
Here's a bit of a visual for what I posted a bit ago, after writing it I kinda wanted to draw it. But fair warning, I'm not an artist lol
Coca-Cola
My name is Charlie what's yours
GRANDAD BACKSTORY
When I was a little boy
Like really little, like 5 or so
I was playing in my father's study
A place in the house I wasn't supposed to go
My father fancied himself a pastor
His study was filled with biblical decor
He kept a bottle of holy water on the top of a shelf
And it shattered on the ground when I slammed the door
I told my mother everything
I told her I was so, so sorry
She told me, "don't cry
When he comes home tonight
We can make everything okay
This is all we have to say
"We don't remember any holy water in a bottle
It must've fallen off its shelf alone
We know you loved it, we're so sad it's broken
But neither one of us was even home"
And it's our word
Yes, our word
Against his
So I hid screw-ups from my father
Made up school awards to please my mom
Whatever made the steak taste better
Whatever kept the waters calm
I was told to keep their secrets
And in turn they'd keep mine
As I got older, I got dumber
I couldn't help but cross the line
Three times I nearly wrecked my life
Three times I nearly came to ruin
Three times went crying to my parents
Who said they'd make it go away
Yes, this is all we had to say
"We never rented a house in Boston
We didn't see Joey the day he died
We haven't been on our boat in some decades now
So we don't care what you found inside"
And it's our word
Yes, our word
It's our word
Yes, our word
Against theirs
Somebody was paid to make it go away
Everyone was paid to make the problems go away
Doesn't matter who gets screwed, or who is blamed
Or what you need to do to clear your name
An inconvenient truth can be easily erased
When I was 66
I was living in New York
I developed some fun habits
Put my white blood cells to work
I remember it so clearly
I was home alone on a Tuesday night
To level out, I'd popped some downers
But couldn't seem to get my mind right
I drew a bath and slipped into it
And suddenly became aware
I couldn't keep my head above water
I took a final gasp of air
And as I laid there helplessly
A million different thoughts came to me
I saw my family hearing the news
"Your grandfather drowned today"
I thought about what they might say
"Our Grand-dad?
No, he moved to Austin
he's very happy there, or so we hear
he's always been so goddamned independent
The years go by and now we barely see him"
"Our Grand-dad
You must be mistaken
You mean the man who raised me as if his own?
I loved her so much he felt like my father
But eventually he had to send me home"
It'd be their word
Only their word
It'd be their word
Only their word
On its own
When I was a little boy
Like really little, like 5 or so
I was playing in my father's study
A place in the house I wasn't supposed to go
My father fancied himself a pastor
His study was filled with biblical decor
He kept a bottle of holy water on the top of a shelf
And it shattered on the ground when I slammed the door
I told my mother everything
I told her I was so, so sorry
She told me, "don't cry
When he comes home tonight
We can make everything okay
This is all we have to say
"We don't remember any holy water in a bottle
It must've fallen off its shelf alone
We know you loved it, we're so sad it's broken
But neither one of us was even home"
And it's our word
Yes, our word
Against his
So I hid screw-ups from my father
Made up school awards to please my mom
Whatever made the steak taste better
Whatever kept the waters calm
I was told to keep their secrets
And in turn they'd keep mine
As I got older, I got dumber
I couldn't help but cross the line
Three times I nearly wrecked my life
Three times I nearly came to ruin
Three times went crying to my parents
Who said they'd make it go away
Yes, this is all we had to say
"We never rented a house in Boston
We didn't see Joey the day he died
We haven't been on our boat in some decades now
So we don't care what you found inside"
And it's our word
Yes, our word
It's our word
Yes, our word
Against theirs
Somebody was paid to make it go away
Everyone was paid to make the problems go away
Doesn't matter who gets screwed, or who is blamed
Or what you need to do to clear your name
An inconvenient truth can be easily erased
When I was 66
I was living in New York
I developed some fun habits
Put my white blood cells to work
I remember it so clearly
I was home alone on a Tuesday night
To level out, I'd popped some downers
But couldn't seem to get my mind right
I drew a bath and slipped into it
And suddenly became aware
I couldn't keep my head above water
I took a final gasp of air
And as I laid there helplessly
A million different thoughts came to me
I saw my family hearing the news
"Your grandfather drowned today"
I thought about what they might say
"Our Grand-dad?
No, he moved to Austin
he's very happy there, or so we hear
he's always been so goddamned independent
The years go by and now we barely see him"
"Our Grand-dad
You must be mistaken
You mean the man who raised me as if his own?
I loved her so much he felt like my father
But eventually he had to send me home"
It'd be their word
Only their word
It'd be their word
Only their word
On its own
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Undead Witch
New Member
Is that Abel? And who's that other chap?
Coca-Cola
My name is Charlie what's yours
oh by the way here is what AI thinks Grand-dad looks like
Undead Witch
New Member
If Greg could see, he would wonder if Grand-dad was his actual dad. That's how cool Grand-dad looks.
Coca-Cola
My name is Charlie what's yours
also a new npc.... They are TRAUMATIZED
Undead Witch
New Member
A new npc? Who?
Coca-Cola
My name is Charlie what's yours
see the CS
Undead Witch
New Member
StaleBread
I be being, ...and that is all
That's so flippin' cool! I love how you wrote it in a poem, so intriguing
StaleBread
I be being, ...and that is all
Yeah, it's Abel. The shadow thingy is kinda the visual representation of his fears and insecurities, he was projecting a bit(more like a lot) in the last post I wrote. Poor boi gave himself a panic attack
Well, actually, I gave the poor boy a panic attack >: )
But nobody needs to know that, shhhhh
XD
StaleBread
I be being, ...and that is all
Ooo, snazzy! He kinda reminds me of that guy from the whiskey commercials... if anyone still remembers those lol
StaleBread
I be being, ...and that is all
Coca-Cola
My name is Charlie what's yours
River: I am the youngest-
May: did you forget me
May: did you forget me
StaleBread
I be being, ...and that is all
Plus Z is 15, right? XD
Undead Witch
New Member
The most interesting man in the world?
Also, I think Minerva is currently the oldest, apart from Grand-dad, right?
StaleBread
I be being, ...and that is all
Yes! Him! Google has failed where you have succeeded my friendThe most interesting man in the world?
Also, I think Minerva is currently the oldest, apart from Grand-dad, right?
XD, yeah, actually I think she is! Only by 2 years, but still! Maybe I'll have to make another character to even the ages out a bit lol
Coca-Cola
My name is Charlie what's yours
Police officer: How many have you killed?!
Grand-dad: NO ONE
Outsider 1: Say my name
outsider 2: Say my name
Ex cultist 1: If you love me, let me hear you
Grand-dads dad: Say my name
Grandad's sister: say my name
Outsider 3: I am dying to believe you
Ex cultist 2: I feel alone in your arms
Outsider 4: I feel you breaking my heart
Ex cultist 3: Say my name
Teacher: say my name
Ex cultist 4: If you love me, let me hear you
biased on this trend:
Grand-dad: NO ONE
Outsider 1: Say my name
outsider 2: Say my name
Ex cultist 1: If you love me, let me hear you
Grand-dads dad: Say my name
Grandad's sister: say my name
Outsider 3: I am dying to believe you
Ex cultist 2: I feel alone in your arms
Outsider 4: I feel you breaking my heart
Ex cultist 3: Say my name
Teacher: say my name
Ex cultist 4: If you love me, let me hear you
biased on this trend:
Coca-Cola
My name is Charlie what's yours
whoever want's Grand-dad's backstory PM me
StaleBread
I be being, ...and that is all
This'll be my first time writing for a character like Kylee, so to get a bit more used to her personality and how I would go about writing it, I wrote what her and Abel's first interaction was like. It may not be cannon depending on where life takes us, but you guys are welcome to read it if you want to
“Hello! How can I help you today?”
“Um, hi. I was thinking about joining. If that’s okay?”
“Of course! Just read through and sign these forms here, and put your fingerprint here. Will you need the brail copy? Or is the typed form okay?”
“O-oh, uh, typed is fine.”
“Alrighty then! Here you are, once you’re finished reading through everything and have all the boxes filled out go ahead and bring it here! And as you’re probably already aware, you’re not allowed in the building without a blindfold or proof that you are legally blind. And if you are blind it must be 20/200 or worse. Any questions?”
“Um, yeah, I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to see, but will I be expected to just adapt on my own, or..?”
“Oh, don’t worry! For the first 6 months of your residence here at See No Evil we will have a Red Rank or higher be your personal instructor and they will be available for you night and day. You’ll live with them, eat with them, learn brail with them, and go through all of your daily routines with them until the 6 month period is up! And if you still aren’t comfortable by then, you can put in a request with the board for us to extend the trial until you feel at ease enough to carry on with your new and improved, spiritual lifestyle!”
“Oh, okay..” Abel grabbed the papers and went to fill them out. He was extremely anxious about this whole thing and was currently rethinking whether or not he was up to this. But he bit his lip and returned the papers back to the receptionist against the judgment of his racing heart. He’s never going to get anywhere if he doesn’t at least try.
“Great! Thank you, I’ve called the guardian that’ll be assigned to you down. She should be here in just a couple of minutes to get you situated and ready to enter your new home!”
Abel nodded his head, sitting back down in the waiting room chairs, fidgeting with his sleeves.
—-----------
As a Red Rank, it is one of my proud duties to be on call for assisting any newcomers into their transition from their former corrupt way of life and teach them the ways of God and how to follow his ever-present light through the darkness we’ve shrouded ourselves in. It’s hard work to erase all the damage a distorted view of reality makes on the minds of God’s people, but it’s work that needs to be done regardless.
Kylee straightens her blazer with her hands and pulls her hair out from under the cloth, letting the blonde waves bounce and splay over her shoulders. The clack of her heels resounds off the tiled floor as she makes her way in confident strides down the hall. Before exiting the main gates to enter into the waiting room, she feels the surface of the counter to her left, finding a small package with a piece of paper with special brail characters typed into it lying on top and a cane lying next to it. She grabs the items and runs a quick hand across the brail letters, then in a beat, she’s out the door.
She hears an audible gasp as she pushes the door open without warning. She smirks as she notes how easily her trainee startles. That’ll be fun to experiment with later.
“Hi, you must be Abel Silva.” Before giving him a chance to respond she continues, “My name is Kylee Thompson, I’ll be your supervisor for the foreseeable future. Well, not that you’ll be able to see much from now on.” She smiles at her humor.
She listens as the person in front of her shuffles to his feet in a hurry. She can hear the way his breath catches as he’s indecisively trying to figure out what to say. Seeming to have worked up the nerve to say something he held out his hand for a handshake, he was probably about to say some sort of greeting but Kylee used the opportunity to shove the small package into his hand.
“H-!”
“This is the blindfold provided by the organization, you are required to wear it at all times. Thats including in the shower, during exercise, and even while you sleep. These are made with water-resistant, breathable fabric, so they shouldn’t cause too much irritation. It’ll be a little uncomfortable at first, but try to bear with it, it’s a small sacrifice to make to be able to be in our Lord's favor.” She gave him a smile that oozed with condescendence.
Abel looked at the clear plastic-wrapped, black blindfold in his hand. He stood there, silently appraising it for a moment.
Kylee started again, not minding the intense line of thinking she was surely disrupting.
“Don’t mind the lack of aesthetic appeal. You’re free to cover it with another blindfold or other fabrics of different colors or patterns. Nobody ever said a blind person can’t still be stylish!” She said with enthusiasm.
Abel nodded silently, and although Kylee’s senses weren’t keen enough to grasp the nod, she did hear the crinkle of plastic as Abel took out the blindfold and put it on.
“You ready?” Kylee offers out the cane, tapping Abel’s hand with it until he tentatively takes it.
“...Yes, thank you.”
This being the first time she’s heard him speak a full sentence, she noted the nearly unnoticeable oddness to the pronunciation of his words. Curiosity peaked, but not enough to deter her from her current goal: giving Abel a tour of the facility, she led him through the doors and into the main gate.
“You know, you’re a real quiet guy. You should speak up more!”
“Um, hi. I was thinking about joining. If that’s okay?”
“Of course! Just read through and sign these forms here, and put your fingerprint here. Will you need the brail copy? Or is the typed form okay?”
“O-oh, uh, typed is fine.”
“Alrighty then! Here you are, once you’re finished reading through everything and have all the boxes filled out go ahead and bring it here! And as you’re probably already aware, you’re not allowed in the building without a blindfold or proof that you are legally blind. And if you are blind it must be 20/200 or worse. Any questions?”
“Um, yeah, I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to see, but will I be expected to just adapt on my own, or..?”
“Oh, don’t worry! For the first 6 months of your residence here at See No Evil we will have a Red Rank or higher be your personal instructor and they will be available for you night and day. You’ll live with them, eat with them, learn brail with them, and go through all of your daily routines with them until the 6 month period is up! And if you still aren’t comfortable by then, you can put in a request with the board for us to extend the trial until you feel at ease enough to carry on with your new and improved, spiritual lifestyle!”
“Oh, okay..” Abel grabbed the papers and went to fill them out. He was extremely anxious about this whole thing and was currently rethinking whether or not he was up to this. But he bit his lip and returned the papers back to the receptionist against the judgment of his racing heart. He’s never going to get anywhere if he doesn’t at least try.
“Great! Thank you, I’ve called the guardian that’ll be assigned to you down. She should be here in just a couple of minutes to get you situated and ready to enter your new home!”
Abel nodded his head, sitting back down in the waiting room chairs, fidgeting with his sleeves.
—-----------
As a Red Rank, it is one of my proud duties to be on call for assisting any newcomers into their transition from their former corrupt way of life and teach them the ways of God and how to follow his ever-present light through the darkness we’ve shrouded ourselves in. It’s hard work to erase all the damage a distorted view of reality makes on the minds of God’s people, but it’s work that needs to be done regardless.
Kylee straightens her blazer with her hands and pulls her hair out from under the cloth, letting the blonde waves bounce and splay over her shoulders. The clack of her heels resounds off the tiled floor as she makes her way in confident strides down the hall. Before exiting the main gates to enter into the waiting room, she feels the surface of the counter to her left, finding a small package with a piece of paper with special brail characters typed into it lying on top and a cane lying next to it. She grabs the items and runs a quick hand across the brail letters, then in a beat, she’s out the door.
She hears an audible gasp as she pushes the door open without warning. She smirks as she notes how easily her trainee startles. That’ll be fun to experiment with later.
“Hi, you must be Abel Silva.” Before giving him a chance to respond she continues, “My name is Kylee Thompson, I’ll be your supervisor for the foreseeable future. Well, not that you’ll be able to see much from now on.” She smiles at her humor.
She listens as the person in front of her shuffles to his feet in a hurry. She can hear the way his breath catches as he’s indecisively trying to figure out what to say. Seeming to have worked up the nerve to say something he held out his hand for a handshake, he was probably about to say some sort of greeting but Kylee used the opportunity to shove the small package into his hand.
“H-!”
“This is the blindfold provided by the organization, you are required to wear it at all times. Thats including in the shower, during exercise, and even while you sleep. These are made with water-resistant, breathable fabric, so they shouldn’t cause too much irritation. It’ll be a little uncomfortable at first, but try to bear with it, it’s a small sacrifice to make to be able to be in our Lord's favor.” She gave him a smile that oozed with condescendence.
Abel looked at the clear plastic-wrapped, black blindfold in his hand. He stood there, silently appraising it for a moment.
Kylee started again, not minding the intense line of thinking she was surely disrupting.
“Don’t mind the lack of aesthetic appeal. You’re free to cover it with another blindfold or other fabrics of different colors or patterns. Nobody ever said a blind person can’t still be stylish!” She said with enthusiasm.
Abel nodded silently, and although Kylee’s senses weren’t keen enough to grasp the nod, she did hear the crinkle of plastic as Abel took out the blindfold and put it on.
“You ready?” Kylee offers out the cane, tapping Abel’s hand with it until he tentatively takes it.
“...Yes, thank you.”
This being the first time she’s heard him speak a full sentence, she noted the nearly unnoticeable oddness to the pronunciation of his words. Curiosity peaked, but not enough to deter her from her current goal: giving Abel a tour of the facility, she led him through the doors and into the main gate.
“You know, you’re a real quiet guy. You should speak up more!”
