We were having an adventjah! And I think we found the keycards in a chest with no sign it was locked, well to my bad memory atleast.
I don't really see that I did anything bad other than steal the keycards and keep them to explore an already looted and always seemingly abandoned base.
So banned for two days for non rply breaking into the lab? I left signs. Ah well, I guess I shoulda took screen shots instead of leaving actual signs of someone using explosives of breaking into the lab/facility with Tony rply if that's what it takes now. We even got the keycards before going into the lab.
WELL I just remember your name from somewhere to be honest. I Think it was from a server where I burned down a village because the admin was being an ass and got banned.
You know you're bored when you read the forums just to read.
Now I saw this thing called friggin' Zegatron.
To be honest, I'd welcome ageless beings like Zegatron, they would be pretty badass, being all older than dirt. If they are explained well enough and not more overpowered than Jedi Cthulhu on steroids.
Cody be all tryin' ta ninja kill me in mah house after I dun dilidy deaded an ender dragon and planned to spawn a wither.
Also Knox, nice app, I'd say accepted, but mainly because I don't have that power and because things seem to be in orderish. You may want to expand on the fact he can't write, but can read, maybe the descrip/example too and has a personality disorder. Also I think you should reread the rules. I mean I sure as balls can't see what secret you need.
Out of Character
Minecraft account name: Richaro
Country of residence and time zone: USA, UTC 800
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Roleplaying is where you take on the mind of someone or something you've created or you've been given to to fit a reality different or similar to ours and act how they would act. I've been on the old Ruined Worlds and their spirtual successors. Even do some rp custom games in SC2.
What is your reason for applying to this server?: I recently got a tsunami of memories from when I rped in minecraft servers and poof, I get a message to tell me to check out a server people I knew were on. So 'ere I am.
Have you been banned before, if so why? I was once banned for putting a sign in some admin's house that read "Nice place" and also calling another admin a "cock bite"
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? WHUT? I CAN'T HEAR YA, I GAWT PORKCHOPS IN MAH EAR LEWOBS! (yes)
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes. AS SOON AS I REMEMBER HOW TO.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: I feel it goes one or two ways.
First one: *So-and-so grabs so-and-so by the neck and flings them into the wall, breaking their bones on impact*
Second one: *Bob implants ...fuggin gary with some machine parts to better their eyesight somehow without medical expertise or special equipment*
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: To me it's basicly if you want to be THAT guy that thinks their char is some Super-mega-badass-psychic-orphan and knows someone's name without them telling you it and trying to your way out of it, like this:
"Hey Bob!"
"How do you know my name!?"
"You look like a Bob."
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Nisus Morx
Your character's story so far: \/
Nisus was born in a small community of people mostly made up of farmsrs and mercenaries that were lucky enough to have had found non electronic weaponry such as "Pre-Corp" guns in an abandoned warehouse 15 years prior to Nisus being brought into this dirty world of nightmares. They we also smart enough, for a group of 15 people to settle on fertile land and build a shoddy fortress of nothing more than walls made of metal sheets with holes large enough to fit the barrel of rifles through that were tied together tightly with makeshift rope. As time passed, less and less dimwit raiders and thieves attacked the settlement. With constant danger of death gone this left the residents to calm down and pretty much.... bump uglies, do the midnight jiggie, some other wording for sex. They kept their numbers up and their fort grew. Vezilin Morx, Nisus' father was assigned to train the children of the fort to grow food from the land and how to defend themselves when they reached age 7 until they were 12. Despite countless talks of how to educate the children, no one could exactly find the resources to teach them to write since supplies were low enough and paper was valued too high. However a member of the fort started to hand the parents books and told them to have them atleast know how to read. Most agreed. Others ended up using the pages for something other than kindling.
Shortly by the time Nisus grew to be 13, the residents of the fort were forced to hold raffles every 3 years.due to ammo and supply shortages the raffle basicly chose someone above the age of 18 to explore the outside world and bring back atleast 10 items that'd benefit the fort, anything really, medical supplies, ammo, metals, even friggin vehicles counted as one item. It was agreed upon that once someone brought back a working device to communicate with others they'd stop the raffles. Nisus' oldest brother, Max, was picked first. Max was a semii-burly, clever man so many weren't worried he'd meet a sad end outside. Then a stranger was picked. Even a stranger to the tight nit community. The stranger was a tall 7ft man that'd patrol the fort along the others and provide medical support for the injured. Other than that, no one cared too much for him when he left. They do however still speak of his home that was full of seeds and tattered sheets of paper on how to brew whiskey.
By age 19 Nisus was chosen. Having guessing he'd be picked sooner or later he stockpiled some supplies and a glass bottle of something his father gave him incase he "Needed to let his wild side out". Nisus was never social with the other children that grew up along with him. He mainly tended to the farms in the fort. It was his way to escape the reality that the world is full of nightmares. He had maybe 2 or 4 friends, most of them would relax in the high branches near the fort as a way to spot incoming danger. When it came time for the raffle and after he heard his name called by the fort's figurehead he kept a smile over his frightened face as he gathered his things to journey off into the wounded lands before him.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? He currently has both parents still alive and older than dirt, two brothers that still work as farm hands, one that's still looking for things to bring to the fort, and I guess you could call it a pet mutant rabbit. That has horns.
How old is your character? Due to a hammer to the head indused coma, he thinks he's 20 when he's actually 20 and a half.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? His body is a moderatly muscular build, tanned skin, redish hair, and green eyes. He has a well-healed round scar on the left side of his head above the temple and wears grass stained blue suspenders with a loose torn black shirt under. And has undies with hearts under them.
How does your character act? He's very jumpy and cautious of his surroundings. Be it open plains or thick bushy areas. People that don't seem "Bandity" go under his radar and feel approachable while those that do, he'll generally bolt out of view.
Character's occupation: Wandering farmer and gatherer.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) He currently only knows how to read. The best thing he wrote was a giant squiggly line on some paper.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: He can make his tongue move around into the shape of a W.
Does your character hate or fear anything? His fears include the following: Mice, STDS, infections, worms, flies, spikey things, things that look possibly cute as a ruse to get you close to bite your throat out, and anything that's in the air and not attached to anything.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
As Nisus' line sight of the fort became obstructed in the dimming dense woods around him he heard an almost familiar hysterical yelp. A human yelp that brought back memories of people talking about the more frequant bandit attacks prior to his birth. "Oh... Oh no.." he shakingly uttered. He would always become sickened (Hell I know I can't spell right, so bare with me on this for the later parts. K? K.) at the mere mention of someone sticking a piece of metal anywhere and how they'd yelp in fights. This time, however, he became more than sickened. "Ouugghh, here we geoo-", he then vomited along the base of a tree next to him.
By mid chunk chuck he heard something rustling the bushes nearby, "Oh crap, ohcrapocrapocrap, wutizthat?", he spoke in panic for both fear and curiousity froze him inplace. All he did was stare wide-eyed where the noises were coming from, slowly wiping the vomit off his mouth with a dry leaf. A tiny, brown patchy haired hare with two tiny horns and big floppy ears leaped out of the dry yellow bush. To him it was a horrific, but cute thing to see. Its left horn, covered in dark red at the tip was grown forward as if it were the thing's main tool to hunt or defend itself, the other grew somewhat forward, but it was twisted and its eyes were as black as a soulless demon's, yet it seemed harmless if you'd not put the bloodied horn into the formula, but he never knew what bunnies were suppose to look like so, he approached it nervously,right hand stretched out, fingers limp to pet it. Before he could the bunny looked upwards and hissed, hopping at the speed of a blurr out of view into the bush, Leaving Nisus confused and saddened.
Next thing he knew, a short 4 foot half naked man wearing nothing more than a pelt around his legs fell from the trees above ontop of him and whacked him on the side of the head with a rusted hammer while yelping hystericly.
Nisus awoke later to a smell of something like meat burning, oldish men laughing and chatting, some bloodcurdling screams all while barely seeing through a dirt covered black wool bag over his head in a pool of what he hoped was his blood, he could see only the glow of a fire showing four people hurdled around a fire, eating something red feriously. They wore odd headgear (night vision goggles). His attempt to just get up and run out of there was crushed by the fact the bindings around his hands behind his back were tied to the wall behind him. The thud itself made the men go quiet for a moment before they began laughing loudly at his failed attempt to flee. As one of them, the man who knocked him out got up, Nisus franticly backed himself up against the cold metal wall, expecting to be killed. Instead however when he got close enough the man pulled off the bag over his head and held a piece of red meat infront of him, smirking as he spoke.
"You know, If it weren't for that wabbit I was hunting I'd've never have found you, my lunch, but I can't have my lunch all bones, I need you plump."
"Wh-what do you mean by "plump"? (Which he actually said it as "Plawmp")."
"Heh. Well. Either you eat this meat." He said as he stuck his finger in it, blood gushing out, signifying it's still fresh..ish.
"Or Meeat's meat" He thumbs a crooked, long nailed thumb over to a tall husky bald man wearing a series of tied on metal plates along his upper body, (and some other clothing I can't think of)eating what seems to be a roasted hand.
"That's Meeat?"
"Yes it is." He turns his head and yells, "EY MEEAT, C'MERE AND SHOW OUR LUNCH YOUR MEAT!"
"Wait, meeat's meat?"
"Yeah, Meeat has meat for your if you don't eat this meat in my hand."
The moment he stands near the short man he removes his lower clothing to reveal both his genitals, which seem to have every STD or eviromentally transfered genital disease (ETGD) known to medical knowledge.
Now unlike the bunny this was both horrific and metally scarring. Before he could even turn to give the short man his scared straight answer, he began to speak.
"Now, you have a choice. This meat, or meeat's meat. And between you and me, heh. I don't think you want the latter."
"But.. what type of meat are you holding"
The short man moved the loaf of meat closer while looking at it and back to him almost as if he were confused.
"This meat right here? In my hand? Or his meat?"
"Y-yes, that meat in your hand..."
"It's from a human we killed earlier today. You can stil smell him."
The realization of what they were eating near the fire causes him to vomit towards his left and leaves him breaking into a sob at this point, his voice begins breaking.
"I'll eat the me-heeh-eeat..."
"Uh, this, or his?"
"Theoneinyourhand."
"THe wh-what?"
At this point it is confirmed Meeat is a mute or doesn't give no s and elmer thuud over there is an idiot.
"The one in your haaaannd... Just get his junk away from me if I do..."
"Here you go! Open wide, kiddo!"
Before the short man could shove the handful of human flesh into his mouth, which was still the handful of meat in his hands, an arrow went right through Meeat's left goggle and before the short man could react anymore other than witnessing a friend or aquiatance being killed he was also killed by an arrow, but this one went through his spine in his neck, splattering blood all over Nisus.
Before blacking out, he stared into the ceiling, angrily contemplating on whether or not the people at the fort knew they sent him, and his brother, and will send other people into this world to collect things by themselves only to die like this filled him with anger and disbelief, his thoughts were quickly drowned out by muffled chatter and numerous boots pounded against the cold wet stone floor into the room.
A possibly youngish boy about his age spoke laughingly over the others,
"We got them, and some survivors, everyone!"
"Loot them and dump them in a pit!"
The sound of a single gunshot, gore splattering against the wall and a body falling limply afterwards were the next few noises after he spoke. The rest was unheard as Nisus finally blacked out thinking he'd die in that room because of a mutiny.
AAAAAAAAAAAND BLAH BLAH BLAH..... LAST BLOCK OF TEXT CHECKPOINT.
Nisus found himself on his back, staring at the numerous greenish leaves of the forest he was in, his bag of belongings gone, and what felt like a spike poking the right side of his stomach, which left him with some feeling of dread that the nightmare isn't over. Looking to his right he saw the same brown, floppy eared bunny with horns staring at his face after he moved his head. (I have no idea what the differense is between a rabbit and a bunny.) A smile moved over his face has he swooped his hands to grab the bunny and leaped upward yelling happily as he held it lion king style upwards while doing a little inplace spin, "I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
This sudden burst of noise made the nesting birds above fly off in a panic and the other critters nearby dash off, leaving only him and the bunny in his hands staring blankly into his soul with its black eyes as its nose twitched. It was an awkward next few moments before he blinked to find himself laying on his side, his bag on his back and a rock on the side of his stomach. However with the realization he'll probably go through that experience again, but probably worse, he let out a whimper before getting up to drudge onward with the bunny following not too far behind.
"I liiivvveee...."
Anything else to add? I like muffins. Also is it fine if the horned bunny's backstory is basicly that it's a desendant of some animal experimentees that got loose from IntraCorp's grasp during the whole clusterhump of Anti-IntraCorpism? Because I mean extreme animal rights activists would surely try to whack that wasphive with a stick too if they did.
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Thanks, Beluga.
Now if cody can return the things he stole from me while I was banned/offline, that'd be great...
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We were having an adventjah! And I think we found the keycards in a chest with no sign it was locked, well to my bad memory atleast.
I don't really see that I did anything bad other than steal the keycards and keep them to explore an already looted and always seemingly abandoned base.
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This logic confuses me.
Also. Nice drawings, lenx.
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Indeed all the wat.
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Okay now I remember. Miss being an unholy demon thing. >_>
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WELL I just remember your name from somewhere to be honest. I Think it was from a server where I burned down a village because the admin was being an ass and got banned.
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Now I saw this thing called friggin' Zegatron.
To be honest, I'd welcome ageless beings like Zegatron, they would be pretty badass, being all older than dirt. If they are explained well enough and not more overpowered than Jedi Cthulhu on steroids.
Don't give up on yer first deny folks.
Also.
Personally I'd accept your app, but I don't have that power. Plus I like that last bit about how it mostly matters how a character develops.
WHY HEERRRRRLLOOOOOOO THEEEERRRREE! EETS BBHEEN EH WHIILEH.
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Also Knox, nice app, I'd say accepted, but mainly because I don't have that power and because things seem to be in orderish. You may want to expand on the fact he can't write, but can read, maybe the descrip/example too and has a personality disorder. Also I think you should reread the rules. I mean I sure as balls can't see what secret you need.
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But anyway, stay safe durin' dat blizzard.
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That some nightmare fuel right there.
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Edit: Server kept using ungodly bullshiz lag so I just ran a program and it was k.
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Minecraft account name: Richaro
Country of residence and time zone: USA, UTC 800
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Roleplaying is where you take on the mind of someone or something you've created or you've been given to to fit a reality different or similar to ours and act how they would act. I've been on the old Ruined Worlds and their spirtual successors. Even do some rp custom games in SC2.
What is your reason for applying to this server?: I recently got a tsunami of memories from when I rped in minecraft servers and poof, I get a message to tell me to check out a server people I knew were on. So 'ere I am.
Have you been banned before, if so why? I was once banned for putting a sign in some admin's house that read "Nice place" and also calling another admin a "cock bite"
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? WHUT? I CAN'T HEAR YA, I GAWT PORKCHOPS IN MAH EAR LEWOBS! (yes)
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes. AS SOON AS I REMEMBER HOW TO.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: I feel it goes one or two ways.
First one: *So-and-so grabs so-and-so by the neck and flings them into the wall, breaking their bones on impact*
Second one: *Bob implants ...fuggin gary with some machine parts to better their eyesight somehow without medical expertise or special equipment*
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: To me it's basicly if you want to be THAT guy that thinks their char is some Super-mega-badass-psychic-orphan and knows someone's name without them telling you it and trying to your way out of it, like this:
"Hey Bob!"
"How do you know my name!?"
"You look like a Bob."
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Nisus Morx
Your character's story so far: \/
Nisus was born in a small community of people mostly made up of farmsrs and mercenaries that were lucky enough to have had found non electronic weaponry such as "Pre-Corp" guns in an abandoned warehouse 15 years prior to Nisus being brought into this dirty world of nightmares. They we also smart enough, for a group of 15 people to settle on fertile land and build a shoddy fortress of nothing more than walls made of metal sheets with holes large enough to fit the barrel of rifles through that were tied together tightly with makeshift rope. As time passed, less and less dimwit raiders and thieves attacked the settlement. With constant danger of death gone this left the residents to calm down and pretty much.... bump uglies, do the midnight jiggie, some other wording for sex. They kept their numbers up and their fort grew. Vezilin Morx, Nisus' father was assigned to train the children of the fort to grow food from the land and how to defend themselves when they reached age 7 until they were 12. Despite countless talks of how to educate the children, no one could exactly find the resources to teach them to write since supplies were low enough and paper was valued too high. However a member of the fort started to hand the parents books and told them to have them atleast know how to read. Most agreed. Others ended up using the pages for something other than kindling.
Shortly by the time Nisus grew to be 13, the residents of the fort were forced to hold raffles every 3 years.due to ammo and supply shortages the raffle basicly chose someone above the age of 18 to explore the outside world and bring back atleast 10 items that'd benefit the fort, anything really, medical supplies, ammo, metals, even friggin vehicles counted as one item. It was agreed upon that once someone brought back a working device to communicate with others they'd stop the raffles. Nisus' oldest brother, Max, was picked first. Max was a semii-burly, clever man so many weren't worried he'd meet a sad end outside. Then a stranger was picked. Even a stranger to the tight nit community. The stranger was a tall 7ft man that'd patrol the fort along the others and provide medical support for the injured. Other than that, no one cared too much for him when he left. They do however still speak of his home that was full of seeds and tattered sheets of paper on how to brew whiskey.
By age 19 Nisus was chosen. Having guessing he'd be picked sooner or later he stockpiled some supplies and a glass bottle of something his father gave him incase he "Needed to let his wild side out". Nisus was never social with the other children that grew up along with him. He mainly tended to the farms in the fort. It was his way to escape the reality that the world is full of nightmares. He had maybe 2 or 4 friends, most of them would relax in the high branches near the fort as a way to spot incoming danger. When it came time for the raffle and after he heard his name called by the fort's figurehead he kept a smile over his frightened face as he gathered his things to journey off into the wounded lands before him.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? He currently has both parents still alive and older than dirt, two brothers that still work as farm hands, one that's still looking for things to bring to the fort, and I guess you could call it a pet mutant rabbit. That has horns.
How old is your character? Due to a hammer to the head indused coma, he thinks he's 20 when he's actually 20 and a half.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? His body is a moderatly muscular build, tanned skin, redish hair, and green eyes. He has a well-healed round scar on the left side of his head above the temple and wears grass stained blue suspenders with a loose torn black shirt under. And has undies with hearts under them.
How does your character act? He's very jumpy and cautious of his surroundings. Be it open plains or thick bushy areas. People that don't seem "Bandity" go under his radar and feel approachable while those that do, he'll generally bolt out of view.
Character's occupation: Wandering farmer and gatherer.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) He currently only knows how to read. The best thing he wrote was a giant squiggly line on some paper.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: He can make his tongue move around into the shape of a W.
Does your character hate or fear anything? His fears include the following: Mice, STDS, infections, worms, flies, spikey things, things that look possibly cute as a ruse to get you close to bite your throat out, and anything that's in the air and not attached to anything.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
As Nisus' line sight of the fort became obstructed in the dimming dense woods around him he heard an almost familiar hysterical yelp. A human yelp that brought back memories of people talking about the more frequant bandit attacks prior to his birth. "Oh... Oh no.." he shakingly uttered. He would always become sickened (Hell I know I can't spell right, so bare with me on this for the later parts. K? K.) at the mere mention of someone sticking a piece of metal anywhere and how they'd yelp in fights. This time, however, he became more than sickened. "Ouugghh, here we geoo-", he then vomited along the base of a tree next to him.
By mid chunk chuck he heard something rustling the bushes nearby, "Oh crap, ohcrapocrapocrap, wutizthat?", he spoke in panic for both fear and curiousity froze him inplace. All he did was stare wide-eyed where the noises were coming from, slowly wiping the vomit off his mouth with a dry leaf. A tiny, brown patchy haired hare with two tiny horns and big floppy ears leaped out of the dry yellow bush. To him it was a horrific, but cute thing to see. Its left horn, covered in dark red at the tip was grown forward as if it were the thing's main tool to hunt or defend itself, the other grew somewhat forward, but it was twisted and its eyes were as black as a soulless demon's, yet it seemed harmless if you'd not put the bloodied horn into the formula, but he never knew what bunnies were suppose to look like so, he approached it nervously,right hand stretched out, fingers limp to pet it. Before he could the bunny looked upwards and hissed, hopping at the speed of a blurr out of view into the bush, Leaving Nisus confused and saddened.
Next thing he knew, a short 4 foot half naked man wearing nothing more than a pelt around his legs fell from the trees above ontop of him and whacked him on the side of the head with a rusted hammer while yelping hystericly.
Nisus awoke later to a smell of something like meat burning, oldish men laughing and chatting, some bloodcurdling screams all while barely seeing through a dirt covered black wool bag over his head in a pool of what he hoped was his blood, he could see only the glow of a fire showing four people hurdled around a fire, eating something red feriously. They wore odd headgear (night vision goggles). His attempt to just get up and run out of there was crushed by the fact the bindings around his hands behind his back were tied to the wall behind him. The thud itself made the men go quiet for a moment before they began laughing loudly at his failed attempt to flee. As one of them, the man who knocked him out got up, Nisus franticly backed himself up against the cold metal wall, expecting to be killed. Instead however when he got close enough the man pulled off the bag over his head and held a piece of red meat infront of him, smirking as he spoke.
"You know, If it weren't for that wabbit I was hunting I'd've never have found you, my lunch, but I can't have my lunch all bones, I need you plump."
"Wh-what do you mean by "plump"? (Which he actually said it as "Plawmp")."
"Heh. Well. Either you eat this meat." He said as he stuck his finger in it, blood gushing out, signifying it's still fresh..ish.
"Or Meeat's meat" He thumbs a crooked, long nailed thumb over to a tall husky bald man wearing a series of tied on metal plates along his upper body, (and some other clothing I can't think of)eating what seems to be a roasted hand.
"That's Meeat?"
"Yes it is." He turns his head and yells, "EY MEEAT, C'MERE AND SHOW OUR LUNCH YOUR MEAT!"
"Wait, meeat's meat?"
"Yeah, Meeat has meat for your if you don't eat this meat in my hand."
The moment he stands near the short man he removes his lower clothing to reveal both his genitals, which seem to have every STD or eviromentally transfered genital disease (ETGD) known to medical knowledge.
Now unlike the bunny this was both horrific and metally scarring. Before he could even turn to give the short man his scared straight answer, he began to speak.
"Now, you have a choice. This meat, or meeat's meat. And between you and me, heh. I don't think you want the latter."
"But.. what type of meat are you holding"
The short man moved the loaf of meat closer while looking at it and back to him almost as if he were confused.
"This meat right here? In my hand? Or his meat?"
"Y-yes, that meat in your hand..."
"It's from a human we killed earlier today. You can stil smell him."
The realization of what they were eating near the fire causes him to vomit towards his left and leaves him breaking into a sob at this point, his voice begins breaking.
"I'll eat the me-heeh-eeat..."
"Uh, this, or his?"
"Theoneinyourhand."
"THe wh-what?"
At this point it is confirmed Meeat is a mute or doesn't give no s and elmer thuud over there is an idiot.
"The one in your haaaannd... Just get his junk away from me if I do..."
"Here you go! Open wide, kiddo!"
Before the short man could shove the handful of human flesh into his mouth, which was still the handful of meat in his hands, an arrow went right through Meeat's left goggle and before the short man could react anymore other than witnessing a friend or aquiatance being killed he was also killed by an arrow, but this one went through his spine in his neck, splattering blood all over Nisus.
Before blacking out, he stared into the ceiling, angrily contemplating on whether or not the people at the fort knew they sent him, and his brother, and will send other people into this world to collect things by themselves only to die like this filled him with anger and disbelief, his thoughts were quickly drowned out by muffled chatter and numerous boots pounded against the cold wet stone floor into the room.
A possibly youngish boy about his age spoke laughingly over the others,
"We got them, and some survivors, everyone!"
"Loot them and dump them in a pit!"
The sound of a single gunshot, gore splattering against the wall and a body falling limply afterwards were the next few noises after he spoke. The rest was unheard as Nisus finally blacked out thinking he'd die in that room because of a mutiny.
AAAAAAAAAAAND BLAH BLAH BLAH..... LAST BLOCK OF TEXT CHECKPOINT.
Nisus found himself on his back, staring at the numerous greenish leaves of the forest he was in, his bag of belongings gone, and what felt like a spike poking the right side of his stomach, which left him with some feeling of dread that the nightmare isn't over. Looking to his right he saw the same brown, floppy eared bunny with horns staring at his face after he moved his head. (I have no idea what the differense is between a rabbit and a bunny.) A smile moved over his face has he swooped his hands to grab the bunny and leaped upward yelling happily as he held it lion king style upwards while doing a little inplace spin, "I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
This sudden burst of noise made the nesting birds above fly off in a panic and the other critters nearby dash off, leaving only him and the bunny in his hands staring blankly into his soul with its black eyes as its nose twitched. It was an awkward next few moments before he blinked to find himself laying on his side, his bag on his back and a rock on the side of his stomach. However with the realization he'll probably go through that experience again, but probably worse, he let out a whimper before getting up to drudge onward with the bunny following not too far behind.
"I liiivvveee...."
Anything else to add? I like muffins. Also is it fine if the horned bunny's backstory is basicly that it's a desendant of some animal experimentees that got loose from IntraCorp's grasp during the whole clusterhump of Anti-IntraCorpism? Because I mean extreme animal rights activists would surely try to whack that wasphive with a stick too if they did.
Provide an image of your character's skin:
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Alwehs good to see familiar people ;D
It looks good.I'll put in an app sometime next week. Or month.
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I'll have something edited up when I log in.