Approaching Apocalypse [5 / N] Players

"A tavern of any type would be appreciated."

 

The man looks like he froze in time. He also looks gray and featureless.

In fact everything looks gray and featurless.

You think you can hear a soft hum in the background.

 

"Time perception malfunction. Retina malfunction. Auditory Errors, possibly malfunction. Conducting tests to see full extent."
Desan swishes some air around in his mouth.

 

There is no air.

 

Everybody I lied. Philosophy is a bitch and I don't want this rp to just die off so I will have to update everything along me replying to you all. Now if you would be so kind to find your post and reply with it to me, I'll continue your stories.
Except for you @H0Y0Y0Y0Y0B0Y . For you I will need to actually spend some time.

 

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When the pc screws up what the gm kinda wants the player to do

 

@BlueSlimerino "WELL ME NEITHER!", everybody looks at you two.

 

I look at everyone who's staring ''The fuck you looking at?''

 

"I'm a corpse, so you can guess that I don't get any women to show me their goods. Not even whores would do it", he rips off your legwear.
"Even though you have a fur it's probably still cold for you. Why don't you cuddle up next to me for warmth?"

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Everybody turns away from you and goes back to what they were doing... except for a man with a notepad in the far corner of the bar.

 

I stare at him.
What's his race?

 

Human.
He continues to write.

 

corner people are the most inportant people in the tavern so...
I get up and approach him

 

He notices you and walks towards the crowd.

 

Keep following

 

"Don't touch me!"
*tears*
Horse is laying on the ground?

 

"Don't cry! You're ruining this for me!"
The horse is sitting down.

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He.. dissapeared?

 

''Where did you go you little shit?''

 

Aryan: "Who are you talking to?"