The Atomic Ranks32
1# Moron
This is the start of your adventure. Our journey.
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((This is the main plot. And will count as the first RP post. The next person to post should reply to this post.))
"This world...it was once...something alive. It was. It had been. It's all gone. There was a forest over there. That's just sand now. There was a whole city there. With people. Other...people. But now. It's all sand. That's what this whole damn planet is now. It's ALL SAND."
"What happened. What did this? I can't remember. No one can. Really, the only hope for this god forsaken planet is if we can actually find some damn life here. But no. There are no trees here. There aren't any animals. This is a goddamn desert. Of fucking course it's not going to have anything here. Except for us. We are practically the only ones still alive. There was another group of survivors. But they were foolish. They tried to "save" their home. They died..."
"...that's enough for now." He looked at the recorder. 243 logs. He has been making them since he found this recorder. One for everyday. It's broken. All 243 logs, he remembers. The record says 0. But he believes that his legacy will live on. In the empty, broken, sand fulled...recorder. He sighed, and put the recorder on the shelf. Where he put all his treasures from the sand. When he put the recorder onto the shelf, the side of it busted, and poured sand all over his desk, where the shelf was hanging over. He groaned, and got up. "This shity sand...stupid town...no one even likes sand." He mumbled to himself, as he walked out of his home. A small stronghold made out of stone, the stone found below the sand. He was seemed to have enough stone to make a house...or two...or...the whole community. Stone seemed to be a common material here. Very, very common. At least everyone has a suitable home. He walked the small town. The place where all the survivors lived, After the mysterious event that changed this world. As he walked to a small shop-- the only shop in this place --he mumbled. "Everyone here are fucking idiots. They don't know how we got here. All I want to do is just sit in my own house. But no. It's always stupid shit like this." He groaned as he walked into the small shop. "Yeah. Can I get a cloth to clean something up?" He asked the shop keeper, and after a few minutes, he was back, on his way to his home. Until he saw that there were creatures in his house. Five of them. All of them looked dog-like, although they were very small. One of them were small enough to be standing on Leonard's desk. It turned, growled and hissed at Leonard as it saw him standing outside. It hopped off the desk, and called the other four creatures. There were obviously not friendly. And Leonard had a bad feeling that this wasn't going to be a good day.
Lavender hummed slightly to herself as she munched on some bread. The town was small, but the people in it were rather kind. She had learned the history of it while she chatted with a store owner. Turns out someone actually built this place and she had grinned at that. Humanity wasn't completely lost. There was still the smallest sliver of hope and to her it was in the form of this little town.
She spotted a lone figure resting against the building and she frowned. He looked distressed. "Are you okay stranger?" She held out some of her bread. "Want some?"
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"...what?" He said. "No. I don't." Leonard said. "And yeah. I'm actually having a great time here. With my house-- the one covered in disgusting monsters and dust. That one --being completely destroyed. You can see the enjoyment on my face."