Bang Bang
what can I say except
WELCOME TO THE AFTERLIFE
In case you haven't pegged it yet, you're dead.
Take a moment, shake it off, then get up and grab yourself a gun. There's only one thing to do here:
Hunting Angels.
Or 'Angels', I guess. What we call them anyway. Winged fuckers that live above ground, fast and strong as lightning, deadly prone to clawing your eyes out. Don't worry about it - sure it hurts, but if you die, you'll just wake up here, tucked nice and warm back up in bed, snug as a bug in a rug. Cute, huh?
Now get in, loser.
We're going hunting.
Take a moment, shake it off, then get up and grab yourself a gun. There's only one thing to do here:
Hunting Angels.
Or 'Angels', I guess. What we call them anyway. Winged fuckers that live above ground, fast and strong as lightning, deadly prone to clawing your eyes out. Don't worry about it - sure it hurts, but if you die, you'll just wake up here, tucked nice and warm back up in bed, snug as a bug in a rug. Cute, huh?
Now get in, loser.
We're going hunting.
Note:
◉ Beyond the inclusion of 'Angels' and an afterlife, this RP shall be tied to no existing religion or mythos.
◉ A mix of fantasy (in that angels are a 'thing') and a futuristic military base setting, with sci-fi tech on hand if you can figure out how to get it working
◉ If you are interested, please note so below.