Amare la Vita
You're Never Alone
The Creepypastas were swamped with fangirls, and the police were prowling the streets. Seems like an ordinary deal for a group of serial killers, but something was off. The police were actually capturing 'pastas an executing them! A few that were caught and said to be invincible were neve rseen or heard of again. Soon, the psychopaths and gunslingers disappeared off the face of the Earth. However, they were not all dead. How? The beloved murderers had gone into hiding. They decided to merge themselves into society and take refuge by doing something all normal people do. Pretend to be something they are not. Will the spawns of Satan succeed in their acts of murder ir will they be caught to vanish once and for all?
Please do not place yourself in a relationship with a Creepypasta until the rp gives chance, and even then, ask the member if they would like to pair your two characters up first. Thank you.
Other than that and the main rules, just have fun.
Sunshine sat in the room filled with corpses where some had been shot, some had died naturally, and some in more disturbing ways. The room didn't reek as much as one would have thought, but that may be because she was in the morgue. She needed a coverup and it wasn't a bad idea to go with something that would make it less suspicious that she smelled of death. It was tiring work though. Physically and mentally. She couldn't help but to think on how many people she could be killing instead. Her shift had finally ended, so she headed out onto the streets to walk her way to her cottage home.
Please do not place yourself in a relationship with a Creepypasta until the rp gives chance, and even then, ask the member if they would like to pair your two characters up first. Thank you.
Other than that and the main rules, just have fun.
Sunshine sat in the room filled with corpses where some had been shot, some had died naturally, and some in more disturbing ways. The room didn't reek as much as one would have thought, but that may be because she was in the morgue. She needed a coverup and it wasn't a bad idea to go with something that would make it less suspicious that she smelled of death. It was tiring work though. Physically and mentally. She couldn't help but to think on how many people she could be killing instead. Her shift had finally ended, so she headed out onto the streets to walk her way to her cottage home.
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