Fantasy Murder: The Shadow's Grip

[RainbowWave]

Prologue-

The Prologue will last from 11 pm EDS 8/10 to 11 pm EDS 8/11

It didn't take Ellis and Annie long, they were at the ruins of the survivor camp that perished the previous night, and it was a bloodbath. It must of been sixty, seventy body's, all were torn into, muscles exposed, and missing large chucks of flesh. Most of their blood splatter against the walls, or the floor, it was as if The Shadows played in their victims blood. The building was large and had two levels, and it looked to be a large grocery store, the twins eventually found it to be empty, and After long hours of moving the body's and burning them, and scabbing of the inner building, Annie and Ellis set a large signal fire, alerting any of survivors of there whereabouts. It took a few mouths at the least, but people eventually joined, Annie guessed it was the increase of security, the large building had 11 foot tall fences guarding it, and barbwire siting atop of it and it's fences. 43 people were in the camp now, and it was only getting bigger. Except, it wasn't only that, the camp needed repairing, some rooms still needed cleaning and clearing, food and Ammo was running low, and a new camp of survivors have been discovered in the forest behind the grocery store, they had sent a carrier informing the camp of their arrival, and it was unclear of the groups intention. Not only that, more of The Shadows have been attacking during the night, and it was becoming a serious threat. The morning sun shines in the embrace of another day of an empty city. but for whatever reason, you were here, and you had to survive, so will bid together, or tear each other apart? Ellis and Annie stood at the metal plate from, it was near the top of the gate and spared along side all of it, and wide enough for four or give people to stand guard. Through the chain-lick fence Annie could see The Shadows for at least a mile, and the small two doors cars dotted around them, some were crashed, others had their back sides smashed in, or the passenger door in-caved. Trash covered the once beautiful stone and metal landscape, and replaced it with newspapers, garbage and plastic. The infected just walked, bumping into mail boxes, cars, and even one another. They just watched everyone, looking up from the ground for a few seconds, then shooting their heads back down. Annie frowned, and pulled her her brother down the thin 2x4 ramp. The blacktop parking lot was cold, and it was only getting colder, it was near the end of August, and almost the beginning of September, and winter would become in harsh snow storms. Pulling on the sliver handle, Annie and Ellis walked inside, a small room exposing a new view. It was filled with tubes, and vile's and papers scattered everywhere, it was like it was untouched by the meaning of clean.

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It was a man in a dressing room, he was laying chest exposed, a women with pitch black skin digging her hands into his stomach wound, which appeared to look as if it was clawed its way in. The women only ate flesh she caught, and tore more and more from the man till he was almost barren, and drained of blood. The was day one, and it only spared from there. The global virus only went on to infect more people, states, and country's, even traveling across Poseidon's sea to reach the far lands of the North. Governments fell in a matter of three days, bands of survivors formed, many fighting over the resources remaining. Except, that was not the only thing they fought, the infected came to be known as The Shadow's, due to their pitch black skin. The insanity caused the infected to lose the touch of humanity, and the craving for living flesh didn't help either. The Shadow's were also mute, the virus cased the infected to lose their voice box, and cause their intelligence to drop. Only at night did they grow faster, and regain more intelligence then they ever had. The Liewell continent lied blanketed in infected, it's 103 states in ruins, and it's monarchy gone. Survivors still kicked, but as time went on, less and less fought for survival in a crumpling world, eventually the survivor population was 2% of the world's 22 billion. However, The shadow's did not fight humanity and its futuristic weaponry, but also humans who welded one of the elements, and magical beasts and items within it.

Time can move in a blur,`

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Two years after the outbreak.


It was a cold Monday night, the trees have lost all their autumn leafs, and were prepared for the incoming winter, unlike Ellis and Annie. Ellis searched desperately through racks of thin sweaters, the store was picked clean of winter coats, scarfs and even gloves. It was truthfully the emptiest store Ellis & Annie have seen in awhile, making the young boy only look harder. Annie was dancing fire In her palms like normally, keeping light for her brother. “Nothing!” Shouted Ellis, his hands grabbing onto the cart's long slender sides, and throwing it over, causing a loudcash! The sound bounced a little throw the small store, and would alert anything outside, if the amount of light already didn't.


“Brother, we need to hurry, you just did the dumbest thing, come on!” shouted Annie, she was becoming increasingly frustrated with her brother, The Shadows have been becoming increasingly smarter at night, not mentioning their incredibly speed boost during this time. Extinguishing the flames in her hands, Annie grabbed her brother's arm, and pulled him quickly towards the back of the store. The stores back was just as empty, and the darkness didn't help Annie search for a way out, but the dim moonlight exposed a broken door, laying flat of the ground, as if The Shadows tore it from its hinges. The siblings went through the broken door, and was left in a dark back ally. Annie released her brother, and drew her hand back, whipping it across his face in angry, and strong force.


“Your a idiot!” Shouted the young 14 year old girl, her face was blooming dark red, and her pacing back and forth only scared Ellis more.


“You don-”


“No! I fucking understand, your dumb and wanna get us killed!” screamed Annie, her voice was getting louder and louder with every word, and the silent night only took in the uncommon noise. It didn’t take long, maybe it was due to all the noise, or the amount of light, Ellis & Annie was unsure, and truthfully it didn't matter, they were now surrounded by 60 pairs of red eyes, and more could be hiding.


“How dare you say I’m stupid, Look what happen now!” shouted Ellis, his pace backing him into his sisters back, as she did the same.


“It was going to happen at one point, they started to track us.” Replied Annie, her dark green eyes scanning the area for anymore of The Shadows, it was hard to even see where they stood, the infected skin blurred with the night, and the lack of light never helped.


“What do we do?” worryingly asked Ellis, his head looking from left to right, dreading every pair of red eyes that stood around them.


“We do what we always do, we fight.” answered Annie. It was like the night striked Annie, the force made her brother slide to the side of her back before turning, while Annie was quickly pinned to the ground, Even as the Shadow held Annie’s arms, she still could see barely see the infected expect its beating red eyes, its weight was sitting on her stomach, and its hands were tightly gripping her wrists, trying to slam them into the blacktop parking loot. Ellis manged to grab his long thick slender blade from his pocket, only to have a heavier force clipped onto his back, the Shadow's arms wrapped around Ellis’s neck, desperately trying to pull him onto his back. Ellis no longer was looking at his sister, but was was elbowing the Shadow, or where he guessed the Shadow was. Ellis used his free hand to try to pier The Shadows arms from around his neck, only as his lack of oxygen increase did he finally lift his blade, and forcefully stabbed it into The Shadows arm, causing it to let go, and fall to the black parking lot. The Shadow must of closed it eyes, because Ellis was unable to see it, so he turned, seeing his sister still in her struggle Ellis bolted for her, and as Ellis did the infected was kicked off, and Annie stood, sending a fireball into the Shadows face, killing it. Ellis stood only a couple of feet from his sister, she was looking to the eyes still around them, it seemed the amount have increased while they were fighting, and the eyes just sat there, staring.


“What do we do Annie?” asked Ellis, his voice was wavering, and his tone held more fear then ever before.


“I'm not sure, this isn't normal for them, they outnumber us, they should be attacking.” finally replied Annie, her eyes focused on the ground, and her thumb and pointer finer on her chin.


“They could be weaker then the others, or maybe their waiting for something?” Annie held no real answer, so was so unsure, her study of the Shadows have been going so well, until the last few mouths. A loud BOOM! shot through the air, and a rather large group of screams could be heard in the distance, the red eyes looked behind them and to Ellis & Annie, as if they were debating to leave the two pray and join the other fellow Shadows for the purging of the survivor camp. Luckily for the twins, they left, gone in a intestine just as they appeared. Both Ellis & Annie lost their tension, and looked to one another, a slight smile on their lips. Upon looking at both their faces, it was observed that they were happy about surviving the attack, but not the fate of the survivors.


1.) Warning to everyone, you will be very bored if you do not find someone to interact with. I suggest finding a partner(s) before the Role Play starts, or to find one or more on the first day. If you do not find one, I will suggest players.


2.) To make sure no one is ignored, I highly suggest you skim over other people's post. You don't necessarily have to read it all, but look for your character's name! Someone may want to talk to you or interact.


3.) If you're a traitor, all kills are done via PM, and after the collaboration of your fellow traitors as to who to kill. In no way are you allowed to tell what your role is to anyone, doing so will result in immediate expulsion from the Murder event. Oh, and one final thing, if you're a traitor: Pray you aren't caught, lest you be subject to the mercy of the players. There will be 4-6 traitors.


4.) If you're not aware, if you're sentenced to die by a traitor via PM... it's an insta-death! But don't fret! Once you die, there's 3 alternatives!, There plots will be told once the first player death occurs, and eventually, you'll find your way back to the players!


5.) There will be moments where I ask players not to post; this is usually before large updates or mid-round updates. Please comply.


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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Octavian stood his ground amongst his battle brothers, defending this out post from the foul daemons of chaos. He stood atop the ramparts, his Bolter in hands, spewing out a storm of .75 caliber shells. (To make it less OP, they don't explode on impact.) He was firing upon several Cultists, armed with lasguns, no doubt stolen from the Imperial Gaurd regiment who formerly manned this outpost they had found. The Gaurdsmen were slaughtered, and in some cases, specially with the followers of Slaanesh, worse. One Cultist stepped out from behind the destroyed Baneblade,, ordering the others forward, as he pointed his lasgun and started firing. He only got two shots off, before Octavian's bolter round blew through his chest, spraying his internal organs out through his back, along with several vertebrae. He collapsed, as his heathen brethren charged out to avenge him. Octavian turned, shouting to his battle brothers, "Focus on those cultists advancing from the destroyed Baneblade! Don't let them reach the doors!" he shouted, turning back around, and firing his own shots down on the cultists. His first two shots missed, spraying dirt, his third one caught a Cultist in the leg, tearing it right off. The man fell to the ground, screaming in agony. Octavian took aim, and splattered his brains all over the ground, before picking a new target. Suddenly, a BloodLetter leapt onto the ramparts, and swung it's flaming sword at him. Octavian ducked, before blasting the BloodLetter off it's feet with a burst of fire. He quickly advanced forward, firing another burst into the Bloodletter's chest, insuring it's demise. "Cover me, my brothers! I need to reload!" he shouted, sliding the clip out of his Bolter, and inserting another. He got back up, to resume fighting, before a red armored fist, imbued with the symbol of chaos, slammed into his helmet, throwing him off his feet. A Chaos Space Marine, a follower of Khorne, by the red armor, and the fact that he shouted, "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" as he swung his chainsword down at Octavian.


Octavian rolled to the side, the Chainsword cutting into the metal flooring, spraying sparks everwhere. Octavian noticed a Chainsword lying beside him, still held by the dead corpse of one of his battle brothers. He picked it up, and pulled the trigger, raising it above his head, as the Chaos Space Marine swung again, this time, his blade hitting the sword. "SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" the Chaos Marine shouted, as he rose his sword into the air again, ready to finish Octavian off. Suddenly, Octavian pulled himself forward, lunging at his surprised foe, as the chainsword, ripped through the man's armor, and tore out his guts with the high-speed blades. Octavian ripped out his Chainsword, and punched the marine in the face, throwing him off his feet. His corpse landed on the floor with a thud.


Octavian turned, to fight his next foe, when he felt a terrible pain, and fell to his knees. A Chaos Lord approached him, cackling. "HAVE FUN IN THE WARP, BITCH!" as Octavian was pulled off his feet, and backwards, into..... something. After a moment of excruciating pain, that felt like it lasted for eternity, Octavian awoke, lying on the ground. He pulled himself to his feet. This was not what he expected the warp to look like. It looked like a normal forest. He looked around, noting that the dead Chaos Marine lie on the ground, probably sucked into the portal with him, aswell as the Chainsword he used, and his Bolter. He chose a direction at random, and set off.


((Timeskipy thing?))


After something that seemed like a day or two, Octavian could see something in the distance. It looked like an old ruined city. He noticed one building with tall barbed wire fences gaurding it, and approached.


((Long post is long, sorry. And, fair warning, most of my other posts won't be of this length.))

 

[The Gil]

Larry woke up, opening his eyes under the low sunlight. It was morning but it was still a bit dark, thankfully. The night was always tough in the forest. His body was very broken, sleeping against a tree probably wasn't healthy for his back, but he didn't had much of a choice. At least he was alive. He got up and analyzed his wooden spear with blood over it. It was probably no use now, he had to get another one. He got another stick he had made and tied his knife on top of it. That would work, at least for a while. He looked at the horizon, towards the place where he had seen a large fire during the night. The fire was out. Larry thought if he should go there. Maybe it was a good idea, living in a group. He started to walk there, among the bodies of the dead Shadows on the ground. It was an easy path there from the forest. Although, he didn't crossed the camp near the forest. He didn't knew if those people were to be trusted. Sneaking, he got closer to the tall walls. A few people were still being allowed to come inside, so he joined them, expecting that this would be good.

 

[pochiko]

Blake scanned the early morning horizon, hand held up to keep the glare out of her eyes, looking for any signs of civilization. Her orange flag, one of the few precious items she had in her possession, flapped in the winds behind her, standing proud and tall. She was on the roof of a tall abandoned concrete building that stood strong at the edge of a small town; she had a great view of her surroundings. Her days in war had taught her to always maintain a good vantage point, which was easy enough for Blake to do, thanks to her powers. She continued to scan the horizon until she spotted smoke rising in the distance. Her heart jumped. People... Blake's eyes glimmered and a soft smile formed on her face at the thought of meeting civilized people again. She yanked her flag out from the concrete and calmly stepped off the edge of the building, falling straight towards the ground. She held out one palm towards the Earth as she descended, slowing her fall with gusts of air, stirring leaves everywhere. She gently landed on the earth, fixed her hair, and walked towards the camp. She hoped the people would accept her...


(I won't be posting this long, I just have a habit of typing long intro posts.)

 

[JayJay]

​

Daenerys sat in her throne in the Great Pyramid of Meereen.


She looked at the man kneeling before her.


He looked old, weary, not nearly enough to be any sort of immediate threat to her.


But there was something familiar about the man, she felt a certain power within him.


"Speak your mind, citizen. I will listen." Dany said.


The man rose, and no sooner than Dany realized who he was, all of her guards collapsed to the floor, dead.


She was facing the warlock she met in Qarth, the man known for his trick of duplicating his own body in many different locations.


Dany frowned, keeping a straight face while standing up.


She refused to look at Jorah Mormont and Barristan Selmy's dead bodies beside her.


The warlock spoke.


"Mother of dragons... Oh, how far you've come... Only to leave it all behind..."


He stepped up the stairs, closer to the throne and Daenerys.


"Don't worry..." he said. "I'll take good care of your precious animals.


After all, without them, I would not be able to do this..."


The warlock raised his hands above his head and spread his fingers.


A black smoke poured of his palms, moving toward Dany at high speed.


She couldn't react, there was nothing she could do to keep the smoke from surrounding her.


She heard a storm, wild winds, distant thunder, even rain...


It swallowed every other of her senses, she could not see, smell or feel any longer, she only heard the storm.


Suddenly she was on her knees.


She thought she was screaming, but didn't hear it.


Her hands were flat on the ground as well.


All strength left her body.


She fell, and the storm came to an end.


INSERT EPIC TIME / DIMENSION TRAVEL SEQUENCE





She woke, her eyes shooting open instantly.


A forest. Trees... Actual trees, tall and strong.


And there were so many of them.


There was grass as well, she felt it tickling her cheeks and hands.


Dany pushed herself up and looked around.

​

She couldn't believe her eyes.


What had the warlock done to her?


Transported her to the south of Westeros?


She would be happy for this, but she couldn't help but feel the man wouldn't do her such kindness.


All her strength had been regained, but her mind was not fully healed just yet.


She had lost her dragons, her knights, her guards...


Gods may know where she was know.


She looked ahead and saw a building of sorts.


It was strange, it seemed much different from the buildings she knew.


It was also surrounded by a strange sort of wall.


She decided to get closer and investigate.


BAM DANY GOES INTO CAMP AW YEEEH





People.


She saw people, but...


All of them were strangely dressed.


She walked among them, frowning in confusion.


She looked for someone to speak to, hoping they might clear things up for her.


// If anything here doesn't make sense or contradicts anything, please let me know, I'm one confused little person sometimes xD

 

[La Muerte]

When the virus spread Adain had maid for the forest upbove the city to hole out in a cave. Bringing a bit of essentials and ammo, he surived alone for weeks picking off most of the infected a mile before they got to him. Tonight he decided to get out to a vantage point and clean his gun under moonlight. From his vantage point he could see the city from a distance, never many lights on during the night. Yet as he sat cleaning the bolt to his Barrett he noticed what looked like a large bonfire. He picked up his scope out of his case and took a look down to the city. He thought for a moment 'Not but a four hour treck, I will have to keep my nine loaded but I can make it.' As he thought Adain begin putting the parts of his rifle back in his pack and slid it on. He jumped a four foot drop to the opening of his cave to retrieve his extra ammo, nine, and Katana. He slipped his beanie on and started towards the fire.


~Roughly 4 hours and half a clip later~


Adain made it to the area he spotted the fire, with an encounter with a few infected. A high fence and more infected than he had ammo for. He decided to swing around the back and find a gate on the fence. To his surprise he found one unlocked. He made a mental note to find a lock for the gate as he latched it. Adain started his way into the "fortress" to find who had built the fire.

 

[MrDubWubs]

*Natsu just finished eating the fire from a burning car* Damn these things. It's all oil tasting... and not olive oil... *He made his way looking for more incase he came into a fight with more of those* Some looked like the dolls sold on halloween. Eheheh. I pulled a good one last time *he laughs as he remembers the prank he pulled on his best friend/rival Grey Fullbuster. As he walks he spots the store with the gate around it* Awesome a place to rest up. *hums walking in with my hands behind my head. I look around inside."this is all dirty". He spots every one else. More people? Well I guess it'll make it more easy for me to take on the thingies.*

 

[Jeremiah]

Jinx danced along the halls of a crumbling prison, a line of prisoners behind her doing the conga, as she led them out of the destroyed building. She laughed and clapped her hands cheerfully, as all the gritty prisoners behind her did the same. She took a turn and directed them inside the prison's armoury, sending them on their way with whatever weapons they could grab. They all waved to her and thanked her as they danced out of the building, leaving her to her own devices inside the prison. She walked back down the destroyed halls, a loud cough catching her ear. She hopped up onto the railings above and looked into one of the cells, to see one of the prisoners still sitting there. She looked at him curiously and knocked on the bars.


"Yo...Ryze?"

This demonic humanoid looked back at her, his expression that of one who had suffered a traumatic event...


"Dude...what happened to you?"


He started shuddering, energy flickering at his finger-tips. Jinx just stepped forward and offered him a hand.


"Come on, let's get outta he-"


He raised his finger pointing at her in pure fear.


"S-S-Stay back demon!"


Jinx then raised her hands defensively, starting to back away.


"Woah, woah man...take it easy...I'm not trying to-"


"I won't hear it, foul being!"


The deformed Ryze swiftly shouted a quick incantation, sucking Jinx up into a slim portal on the ceiling above her, leaving Ryze still sitting there, permanently terrified.


<CUT TO>


Jinx had wandered the city aimlessly, simply enjoying the destroyed spectacles that laid around every corner. This was what Jinx dreamed Piltover would be one day. She had already needed to fend off whatever decided to jump her, though it was easy as she still had her trusty chain gun Pow-Pow with her. She had seen a flare go off around the city, coming closer to inspect the camp of survivors. It was quite a thrill to see people were actually doing things around here, so she ran inside with Pow-Pow still at the ready.

 

[Klutzy Ninja Kitty]

The Doctor

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Having a centuries old time machine that could travel through all of time and space had its perks when you were a lonely time


traveler, last of your kind as tenth incarnation of The Doctor was, with nothing but all the time in the world to seek adventure and new sights. The time machine part wasn't necessarily ever an issue for the quirky man of old, no siree! It was the centuries old part that often caused him to have issues with his beloved time traveling companion. Though she was a reliable machine, her age caused her to glitch at times--or so The Doctor thought. There was always the chance that perhaps it was simply the intelligent mind of the tardis whimsically toying with him for her own amusement. But whatever these mechanical glitches of his time machine happened to be caused by, the old time lord was having a world of problems with her currently.


The time machine wheezed and moaned as it whirled through the space time vortex, tossing its pilot away from his controls and onto the floor.


"Rude!" cried The Doctor. "I spend the night toiling away like some slave to tune you up and you just have go and make a bloody mess of things! Fat lot of good my work did!" He quickly hopped to his feet and rushed to the controls, stroking them for a moment as if apologizing to his machine. The tardis shook, almost as if it were a bucking bull attempting to toss it's rider away, throwing The Doctor from his controls once more.


"All right! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to call you rude. Just put us down... gently." He wrinkled his nose. Apparently, his tardis had a mind of its own today, seeming as if it intended to take him somewhere. It didn't land very gently either.


Out of the space time vortex the tardis flew, the blue box whirling through space right toward a planet. The Doctor braced himself, and the machine headed right for an empty building in the middle of a town, crashing into it and smashing the building's side. The time lord pilot stumbled to the door of the tardis and through it open, triumphantly crying out, "Hah! I live!", as if to express a praiseworthy accomplishment. He then narrowed his eyes as if surprised by his surroundings. "But where are we?"

Lia the lone the lone survivor

​

Lia, a young woman with long blonde hair and much of her skin covered up, sat under the shade of a tree not too far away from the town where Ellis and Annie had set up their signal fire. She leaned her back against the tree, puzzling over an object in her hands. At her side, stood a black dog--her companion named Renegade. Never having been fond of people so much, she felt comfortable remaining at his side more than she did another human being. Currently, however, her unhappy companion whined as he tried to gain his master's attention.





"Renegade, lay off me, I'm a little busy here at the moment. What I'm doing may not be something that could save our lives, but this will make me a lot more comfortable if I can just... get it open!" Lia grumbled, struggling to open a bottle of sun screen. The blonde had always been fair-skinned. She felt as if she was always burning under the rays of the sun, and a bottle of sun screen--like the one she had just gotten lucky enough to find off a dead shadow--was a rare find. She was eager to open and use the product, even if it meant ignoring the poor canine beside her for a moment.


Renegade whined and bit onto the corner of Lia's shirt, tugging insistently. Before Lia, he noticed that a fire was brewing in the distance--the signal fire Annie and Ellis had set up. He badly wanted to alert her of this fact.


Though Renegade failed to alert her, the sound of The Doctor's tardis crashing in the distance did. The blonde flinched and dropped her bottle of sunscreen, eyes widening as she looked up and saw the signal fire. "Now I see what you were trying to tell me about, bud," Lia admitted. "Maybe we should check it out?" Lia stood up and tucked her bottle of sunscreen into her bag, making her way towards the fire. She was cautious, however, and planed to stay off in the distance until she knew she wouldn't be walking into trouble.

 

[Field Marshall]

"Ready Al" Edward asked his brother. "Ok brother" answered Alphonse Elric. They had finally finished drawing a transmutation circle for space and time. "Ok Al, once this circle activates it'evnd me to another dimension. Though it'll leave a return stone and if i die it'll bring me back here. It's just like before, we are on the brink of a new alchemical breakthrough. We've tested it over and over and this will be just like before. I may not have the portal of truth but thanks to the transmutation symbols i copied from scar and has tatooed into my arms i'll be fine. Plus I can now switch between regular and automail arm with my body link and storage transmutation circle. I can't believe all the breakthroughs we got from combining our knowledge from east and west."


(This is EOS Edward Elric, for those who are wondering. This takes place after their first supposed expedition of foreign alchemy)


"Be careful brother nonetheless. Wait a minute you copied the transmutation circles from Scar." Al exclaimed


"Not exactly, well yeah but I adapted them. I mixed the circles from both his arms to create a new one and then had it tatooed on to my arms." Edward replied rolling up his sleeves. "Though I transmute the ink so they're not visible most of the time." He showed this as a transmutation light shone breifly and the marks faded.


"What was that about automail earlier?" Al asked.


"I picked it up in the country south of us recently. It runs over my automail scars, it allows me to switch between automail and human. Winry was so excited when I showed her that I could use a new automail arm. I told to make it from carbon fiber so it won't break when I harden to the kind carbon Greed used." Edward boasted.


"I going to learn how to do that so I can use my suit of armor, I do actually miss it minus the disembodiment hehhee. " Al responded.


"Okay here I go!" Edward said he activated the transmutation circle and felt the world blur around him and then solidify.


Edward opened his eyes to see a run down town with dead bodies here and there. He walked a few blocks making note of the situation. Then a shadows came at him, he quickly switched his left arm to automail. He transmuted a his signature blade from on top and deheaded the shadow. "Well it must be one of those zombie worlds I ended up in this time." Edward concluded. He return transmuted the blade away and then transmuted his signature spear just in case of anymore encounters. He kept his left arm automail. He walked forward the automail of his right leg not making it's usual clinking, wow that adjustment from Winry hit the


spot Edward thought to himself.


Then he saw the signal fire which made him think of Roy Mustang and wondered what rank Mustang is now he better not still he a Colonel. Edward walked to the signal fire and got on line with everyone else. He try to seem as normal as possible. He didn't want to reveal his talents and get swamped by request without figuring out what's what in this dimension.

 

[JayJay]

Dany walked around, looking at everyone around.


She observed their way of clothing, their strange accent...


Everything was new and surprising to her.


Though it seemed like she wasn't the only new one around, she saw others coming in the building as well.


Some were even more strangely dressed, some were more to her liking.


@All of yall

 

[Lunar-Eclipse]

(AHH Wasn't ready to post! Just ignore this ^^

 

[MrDubWubs]

*as I notice others enter the building I decide that it would be better to be approached the to approach some one and suffer for it. So Natsu goes andown sits in a very easily open spot, so he can be approached easily, and fiddles with his scarf making sure it's still clean and dirt free*

 

[Jeremiah]

(I'll just be waitin' for Rainbow to return, good luck to everyone!)

 

[Dallas]

*I entered the small town of Armadillo, while riding on the back of my horse. The town was quiet...quiet enough for me to here the commotion at the local saloon. It was close to night time, roughly around seven o'clock in the evening, mostly everyone in the town was either inside their homes, or at the saloon. I dismounted my horse, and hitched it at a hitching post. I entered the musty old saloon, making sure to watch out for the bounty I was after. I could barely hear the sounds of my spurs jingling because of people talking, and the sound of the piano being played. I approached the long bar table, which was stained with alcohol, and, what looks like it, blood. It's not a surprise to see blood in a bar, especially because of the gambling in most of these places. Play your hand right in a game of cards, and you'll be wishing you lost, because one of the people you are playing with, might just want you dead. I pulled out a wanted poster of the man I'm after, and showed the bar man. "Where is he..." I asked the bar man. The eye man looked at me, he knew I was a bounty killer (Yes, there is a difference between a bounty hunter and killer). He eyed the wanted poster, looked back up at me, and looked to his right. The direction he was looking, was towards the card table. I nodded, and slowly made my way over to the table.*


*As I approached the table, I noticed three other men were with him. This will be tricky, it's hard to tell if they are regular people, or part of his gang. One of the men looked up at me, I could tell he had that crazy look in his eyes. The look of a man who isn't afraid of killing another man. They were definitely part of his gang. I stopped immediately. I knew how this was going to go down, the others look at me, then they all stand up and try and shoot me. That's not happening. I have the upper hand here, I'm the one standing, and I'm faster then at shooting than these kids. All four of them struggle to get up, and try and grab their pistols from their holsters, but I'm faster. I quickly pull my pistol out from its holster, fanning my revolver (quickly cocking back the hammer of the pistol), firing exactly four shots, one for the each of them. They all dropped dead, one was still in his chair when he was shot. The rest of them fell to the ground. I slid my pistol back into its holster, and walked over to the wanted mans body. I checked to be sure it was him by looking at the poster I had, it was him alright. He had the exact same scar across his left cheek. I picked up the body, and walked out of the saloon, bringing him to the sheriff, if you could call him that... I turned in the bounty and got my reward, a nice five hundred dollars. I mounted my horse, and rode out of the town.*


*It felt as though I had been traveling for a eternity out in the desert. There was no town in sight... I slowed my horse down, and looked around the area, all I could see was mostly sand and large rocks. I pulled out my canteen and unscrewed cap, and took a sop of the water. I looked at my surroundings once more, still unable to find anything. That's when the crack of a rifle filled my ears...I felt a bullet enter my left side, possibly near a vital organ. My horse freaked out, causing me to fall off, and hit the back of my head on a rock, about the size of a persons head. Everything went black...*


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*I awoke in, what looked like, a forest. Where in the hell am I? That last thing I could remember was being shot in the desert, and getting knocked out after hitting my head on a rock. I slowly got up, and onto my feet. I seemed to have all of my weapons and ammo, but the question still remains, where am I? I pushed that thought to the back of my head for now... I decided to head, well, north. At least I think it was north.*


*After traveling for quite some time, possibly a day or so, I came across a large place. Possibly a city, because of the large buildings. The place seemed rather empty, the only sound I could hear, was the sound of my spurs jingling, and my own footsteps. That is, when I spotted what seemed to be smoke. I guess I should go towards it, maybe there will be some people there who can tell me where exactly I am. I approached what seemed to be a small camp, noticing a few others doing the same thing. I kept my hand near my holster, who knows what these people are capable of doing.*


(( I know, that was a VERY long post. But I like making sure people get to understand my character a bit more. ))

 

[Sovereign]

Remember Isaac, Nicole is Dead

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Isaac Clarke staggered, jerking up from the floor and flailing like a madman. The visions wormed their way into his brain like maggots attracted to his rotting psyche. No. No, not yet --his mental bolts could hold a little longer. The marker took everything from him, it could not be allowed to break him now.


High over earth aboard the rapidly decaying Terra Nova, horrors the likes of which flayed both mind and flesh and steel stalked the corridors. They smelled Isaac --their prey. Or perhaps the Marker guided them, intent on putting an end to the wildcard engineer who had done so much to disrupt it.


Move. Isaac had to move, Earth was in danger! Everyone and everything below could not in their darkest nightmares imagine what death now rained from the sky. A burst of adrenaline ripped through Isaac's veins, and set a fire in his belly that drove him forward.


His footfalls rang loudly down the halls, metal boots thundering against the metal deck as he sprinted. The sound of his haste did not compare to the screeches and roars of the alerted necromorphs, however.


They poured in from every gap in his path --no door, no window, not vent nor grate could be passed safely. Still the engineer stormed past them, intent on getting to the heart of this apocalypse, and ripping it clean out.


Clank.


Clank.


Clank.





Isaac sprinted as hard as his body could manage. He swung his plasma cutter like a cudgel, battering and bashing everything the stepped into his path. Blood ran freely down the front of his armor, settling into the grooves and grates on the deck to fester. The monitors on the wall flickered to life, their cracked screens impossibly vivid with the faces of the dead. They shouted at him to give up and die. They screamed at him to save Nicole, to save Ellie. Their deaths were his fault, but he could save them with convergence.


Their voices pulled at his brain, and Isaac fell to his knees. The images burned into his eyes and for a moment he could not see. When finally his sight cleared, a slasher leapt down in front of him baring fangs and bladed limbs threateningly. The creature roared in his face, but Isaac acted with practiced reflex. Bringing his plasma cutter to bear, he fired --the instantaneous blast of high velocity, high penetration plasma energy split the creature clean in two.


It would have to be enough for now, he couldn't afford to waste time. Jumping over the slasher as it tried to recover, Isaac kept running. The voices would not relent --the visions manifested in the halls now, their gazes full of judgment and condemnation. He could feel the Marker's hatred bearing down on him.


Turning a corner into a dead end, Isaac flattered. A dead end? No that can't be right, he'd ran this way a dozen times! Whirling around to find an alternate route, Isaac found himself face to face with the apparitions --their eyes and mouths open wide, blinding white light pouring from them like static on a television.


A high pitched whining deafened him, and the light grew brighter than his polarizing filters could handle. Then... darkness.

Nothingness?


No, not quite. A city --not as bright as the light that blinded him, but not an abyssal end to his existence. Something was amiss... anachronistic, yet similar in a way he could not put his finger on. It reminded him of someplace like he'd been in a half-remembered dream. It all seemed so old-fashioned, like the architecture in his engineering history books.


There'd be time to ponder later, however. This place seemed hardly better off than the earth he'd known just moments ago. Abandoned, deserted, overgrown and reeking of an apocalypse unprevented --this city could very well have been earth if the Necromorphs consumed it.


A fire in the distance, rather a pillar of smoke. Smoke meant fire, and fire meant people --possibly. It was his best bet at the moment, and so Isaac ran. He expected to wake any moment, huddled in a cold, rusty corner of a derelict ship. But with each step he took, a cold weight settled deeper into his stomach --why did he not shake it off? Where were the visions that tormented him? Where was the Marker?


Passing through an alley, the engineer came face to face with a creature he would have assumed human if not for the obsidian color of its skin, and the hunger in its eyes. Isaac knew all too well what came next --a cold, silent strike of a hungering monster. The dark thing lunged at Isaac, but its smaller frame and lack of any sort of armored weight kept it from budging the armored engineer.


Isaac in turn struck with the killer instinct that the endless horrors of the Ishimura, The Sprawl, and the Terra Nova fleet had beaten into him. The industrial plasma cutter broke the collar bone clean through with his first overhead blow. The second struck the opposite side and caused similar results. Unfortunately, the effectiveness of the subsequent blows could not be measured as Isaac continued to pummel the once-human into a bloody pulp.

Now more of a smearing of chunky red peanut butter than a corpse, Isaac forced the bile at the back of his throat back down into his stomach. The dead creature was not the only monster in this alley, apparently.


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For hours, Isaac fought his way across the city, rarely discharging his weapon for fear of gathering unwanted attention from the infestation all around him. Only when the source of the fire was in sight did he slow, and finally come to a stop at the gate of the compound.


Dripping from head to toe in blood, a small pool accumulated at his feet as he pondered just what he was looking at. The glow of his helmet and back panel was bright, even during the day. Either way, someone was likely to recognize the blood-stained, heavily armored, glowing engineer standing at the gate.


Taking a deep breath, he figured that he would rather face others hiding from the creatures in the city, than stay outside and wait for them to finally overcome him. Heading into the compound, he looked for someone --anyone-- with some answers.

 

[Lunar-Eclipse]

MINAKO AINO





Within a dark forest, a girl with long blonde hair with a red bow in the back of it was trudging around. Her blue eyes looked down at the ground, "Where in the world am I? I don't remember there being a forest like this near Tokyo!" She sighed, beginning to feel rather frustrated. It felt like she was wondering there for hours.


The last thing Minako remember before ending up there was she was fighting another bad guy alongside the rest of her team; Usagi, Ami, Rei, and Makoto. The monster attacked her with some mysterious portal like attack and the next thing she knew, she was stuck here! And back in her civilian form nonetheless. She wanted answered, and fast! She used what energy she had left and began to run straight, hoping to find an exit out of the nearly pitch black forest. She was making progress, that is, until she tripped on the root of a tree. She fell down and gritted her teeth, "Oh great...just what I needed..." She grumbled.


She got back up on her feet and sighed, whatever that monster caused must've been the reason she got here. And she was going to find a way back home one way or another! Minako knew it'd be pointless to stay in her civilian form, so the best option now was for her to turn back into Sailor Venus. It was just then that she noticed her crystal wand had dropped out of her pocket and was lying on the ground. She frowned and picked it up, "Alright...it's go time!" She smiled and lifted it up in the air.





"VENUS CRYSTAL POWER, MAKE UP!"

(I decided super version for her )


From there, she kept moving forward until she found an exit out of the forest. She sighed, feeling relived that she wasn't stuck in there anymore. Minako looked up and found a camp with other people nearby. She smiled, "Maybe they know where I am!" Without hesitation, she ran to the camp and made it to it's entrance.


She looked around at all the other people that were there and smile. She found it rather cool how different they all looked.





Stella Crescent~





A small flicker of light could be seen in the dim forest, as a tall and slender woman roamed around. It was her who had created the light as it illuminated from her hand. She used it to see where she was going as there was no moonlight to be seen in her location. This was a shame to her, without moonlight, her light powers became rather weak. Her light was dim, leaving her to only see a inches in front of her. The woman's name was Stella Crescent and she had gone off track to see some others of her tribe. Like her, all that she knew had control over the element of light. Not many other people with elemental powers had tribes so there were very few in her's. She looked above and sighed, "Oh moon~ How I wish I could see you~" Stella's disappointment with no moonlight became greater as her powers became weaker and weaker.


It was then when she heard the noises of other people from a short distance away. She moved faster, until she too discovered a camp of others near her. Stella smiled and walked slowly to the camp. She looked at the people as she walked up to it and scanned the area around her.

 

[La Muerte]

Adain walked into the building trying to blend with the survivors, though carrying his gear made him stand out. He held his pistol tight ready to draw at sign of a fight. But something seemed odd about this crowd. Some people seemed like they weren't from this area, or even time as the way some were dressed. He looked around and found a corner away from everyone and set his gear down and rifled through it for his cigarette. Finding his last pack he groaned to himself, "Hopefully I will find some here if this is the last pack I have." He lit a cigarette and smoked it, slowly watching the crowd seeing all the new faces enter.

 

[Verite]

JoJo's Latest Bizarre Adventure!



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The first thing Joseph Joestar, or rather "JoJo," knew when he came to was that he was in an unfamiliar forest. He proceeded to flip about for about an hour or so, wondering how he had gotten there and whatnot. Did his mother somehow plop him there while he wasn't looking?! Perhaps a random Hamon test? That was improbable! He had beaten Kars, after all. He didn't need another test! And even then, how would she have done it? As far as JoJo knew, there wasn't any Hamon power that allowed her to transport him here in his sleep without waking up. But then again, there were things here and there that he didn't know about when it came to the Ripple. His mother had always mentioned that his grandfather before him, Jonathan Joestar, was still more powerful than him. But that was preposterous! Did Jonathan Joestar ever defeat someone as strong as Kars?! Doubtful!


Oh, right. I'm supposed to think up what I'm supposed to do...





JoJo wandered about for what seemed like an eternity. Then again, ten minutes without something happening felt like an eternity to the impatient young man. This place was certainly eerie, so he'd have to get out of here as soon as possible. It gave him the heebie jeebies! JoJo could even say he felt like he was being watched in this creepy place.


Eventually, he would come across the camp where everyone else was. He wasn't exactly sure what other people might be here for, but who cares?! People! Civilization! He had come into contact with other people! Grinning in glee, he marched over to the camp. First things first, he'd want to find out why he was here, why everyone else was here, and why everything looked so... bleak. And then maybe food. Who knew when he might get hungry next? Ooh! Maybe some squid ink spaghetti!


"Still... What is this place? Did other people randomly wake up in this place as well? Maybe Mom isn't responsible for this trickery then..." He murmured to himself.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Octavian looked around, staring, but none could see it through his helmet. What in the name of the God Emperor was going on here? Why were all of these people dressed so strangely? Why were all these guns so primative? Why is that person over there sticking some sort of stick in his mouth and lighting it on fire? This was clearly some sort of warp-induced trickery from the Chaos Gods. He'd have none of it. None of these people were real.

 

[Akibahara]

The Shadows.


Fast, agile, deadly.


The grocery store, once a vibrant supermarket filled with civvies traveling to and fro, living out your typical American dream – blissfully ignorant – unaware of certain doom as the viral pandemic hit. It wasn't long before The Shadows claimed society, their looming form menacing, teetering humanity on the brink of ultimate destruction! Tanks, bombs, heavy machine guns, nothing dared match the unbridled force of The Shadow demons. Politicians cowered into their private bunkers, never to be seen again. The government, tasked into vanguarding humanity, failed miserably—becoming nothing more than pitiful city-states and tribes—just like the good 'ol days.


It was clear humanity had lost the war.


No man.


No army.


No country.


Nothing could dominate--


The plywood doors of a white suburban house blew open, a Shadow infected writhed in agony, splinters and bone shards jutted through it's ebony flesh. Wait a minute? The fuck? This wasn't in the script! An incredibly obese, black ass figure loomed over it—the Shadow Demon's eyes bulged like saucers, kinda like “o_o”... shortly before a boot plunged down, cracking the poor thing's skull open like spaghetti sauce, brain and bone matter splattered against the sidewalk:


“Aw hell naw, I had it wit' deese freeloadin' coons! Y'all come in mah house, 'spectin' handouts, actin' wild, tryin' to eat mah face! What-what-what, y'all think this an Usher concert, I'm uncultured?! HA HA HA! Guess again ya feral monkeys!”

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It wasn't long before a fire burned into the far distance, illuminating a smokey pathway toward what appeared to be a safehouse, “Now what's this?” A pause, Ruckus' eyes gleaming, “Oh lawdy! Bless mah stars! The white man and his ingenious survival instinct banded together and is fightin' back 'gainst the jigaboo pandemic! Thank you white God, thank YOU.” Ruckus cocked back his 12-gauge shotgun, a red shell firmly encased within the chamber...


30 MINUTES LATER...

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“Oh damn, scram ya' circus freak knuckle draggers! Get yo' banana peelin' hands offa me!”

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ONE HOUR LATER...


Whew! You glance over at an adjacent street—a worn out African American male greets you, huffing and puffing, sporting khaki pants, a red sweatshirt, with a wife beater undershirt, sweat dribbled down his face and outfit, as he waved in... an unusual high spirit, “Evenin' white folks! Boy, am I glad I found you! The white man and his profound intellect— HA HA HA! Yes sir'ee, ain't no peanut brained I'm uncultured trollin' 'round this parta tha' woods! Just *like* heaven!”


@Everyone

 

[Jeremiah]

Jinx looked up from stroking and hugging Pow-Pow to watch Ruckus' colourful display. She laughed at his over-exaggerations and profound accent. She wiped a tear from her eye before pushing one of Pow-Pow's clips into it, testing if it could spin before setting it down. Of course it did, as she has taken such great care of it to date. Almost as if she loved the damn thing.

 

[Akibahara]

Jinx looked up from stroking and hugging Pow-Pow to watch Ruckus' colourful display. She laughed at his over-exaggerations and profound accent. She wiped a tear from her eye before pushing one of Pow-Pow's clips into it, testing if it could spin before setting it down. Of course it did, as she has taken such great care of it to date. Almost as if she loved the damn thing.

Uncle Ruckus paused, smiling in a big goofy grin at Jinx, "Why- ain't you tha' purtiest creamy Caucasian girl tha' world ever lay eyes on! Lawdy, s'been so long since I's seen one - instead, got deese damned ghetto goblins wanderin' 'round mah house - bumpin' inta shit, hittin' my car, actin' as dey' own da' place!"

 

[Dallas]

*I continued to walk towards the building everyone else was going into, that it, until a voice of a man talking gibberish. I stop in my tracks, and look up at the man ahead of me.*

*It wasn't the first time I've heard that kind of talk before...especially where I came from. But something was different, typically it is the other way around, a Caucasian man would say certain things like that about a African-American. I still question who all of these people are, and why they are dressed so odd, and different. I also wonder what year this is, it certainly isn't 1873 from what I can tell.*

 

[Akibahara]

*It wasn't the first time I've heard that kind of talk before...especially where I came from. I still question who all of these people are, and why they are dressed so odd, and different. I also wonder what year this is, it certainly isn't 1873 from what I can tell.*

Uncle Ruckus gleamed at The Man with No Name, "Evenin' sir, I..." If Ruckus could racist Chibi-ify, he so, so would! A friggin' Wild West character? Here? Why, dey' be's da' ultimate blackie hunters! What wonderful, wonderful things the 1800s brought upon black folk: Slavery, racism, the KKK, why it was better days back then! "... I ... I think I'm in love!"