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Post by John Ehud Nukette on Apr 8, 2013 17:57:56 GMT -5
Have you ever had the same dream and never really knew what it meant? You go to sleep this night, and the moment your eyes close in what you believe is the real world, you awake again. You open your eyes, and you're laying down under a radio tower. There's nothing in sight for miles but a brown flat sandy landscape. There is no wind, no sound except for what noise you make. Any clouds that exist are moving quickly across, their shadows speeding across the landscape. It looks like it's noon as you throw a blanket off of your body. ---------- What is this? You and anyone else who becomes part of this story is connected in a dream world, you enter this strange world through radio towers, if you find another one and come into contact with it, this is where you'll wake up next. Some shelters exist, each of these shelters will contain random objects that may be useful for your needs. ------ Format: Age: Clothing being worn in "The Desert": Name: A short/long Description of your own personality, and characters appearance:
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Post by TheBorg on Apr 8, 2013 21:11:48 GMT -5
Name: Tom Savage
Clothing: Light Duster and "Cowboy" hat.
Description: Elite Canadian Sniper.
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Post by John Ehud Nukette on Apr 8, 2013 21:16:45 GMT -5
*Heat rises off the horizon*
*Electric buzzing echoing through for a few moments*
Where you go now is your deicsion.
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Post by TheBorg on Apr 8, 2013 22:22:34 GMT -5
*Tom walks south, toward what he can tell it the flatter looking ground.*
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Post by John Ehud Nukette on Apr 8, 2013 22:33:26 GMT -5
*A few moments pass*
*You look to your left, and back to the right.*
Continuing forward, you see a hill ahead.
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Post by TheBorg on Apr 8, 2013 22:47:05 GMT -5
*Tom sprints up the hill.*
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Post by John Ehud Nukette on Apr 8, 2013 22:51:19 GMT -5
*An old shack lies at the bottom just a little further*
*Candle lit inside*
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Post by TheBorg on Apr 8, 2013 23:01:35 GMT -5
*Tom sprints down the hill, drop kicking the door in.*
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Post by John Ehud Nukette on Apr 9, 2013 9:02:00 GMT -5
*Little wind picks up*
*Candle lights a wall towards the back*
*Some sharp bush cutters hang on the wall*
*Rope on the counter*
*A small canteen of water sitting on the table with a candle*
*As you look at this, and look back out the door, it is dark outside.*
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Post by TheBorg on Apr 9, 2013 9:08:34 GMT -5
*Tom gets up, grabs the water and drinks a small amount.*
*He takes the cutters and rope. Placing them on the inner pockets of the duster.*
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Post by John Ehud Nukette on Apr 10, 2013 21:30:34 GMT -5
*A large star from the completely black sky hits near you on a dune to the right*
*Loud electronic "Wubbing" noises last from this large blue explosion*
*Blue light stops*
*An emaciated man walks on the dune, limping a bit, walking stick in hand, with a gasmask on his face, but not any earthly type of gasmask.*
*A dog walks beside him, also with a different version of the mask*
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Post by TheBorg on Apr 11, 2013 7:43:39 GMT -5
"Da fuk...."
*Tom approaches them cautiously, waving his hand slowly to get their attention.*
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Post by John Ehud Nukette on Apr 11, 2013 9:50:31 GMT -5
As you go closer, you notice that their eye holes are pitch black, nobody can see inside.
They see you and take notice.
*Clicking starts coming from their masks*
*The dog comes, wagging it's tail sniffing you*
*The humanish figure comes down and lays his rusty metal extended hands on your shoulder*
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Post by TheBorg on Apr 11, 2013 10:13:14 GMT -5
"W-what are you?"
*Tom is uncomfortable. Feeling like it may be some sort of jump scare waiting to happen.*
"Do you need help? Why do you breath with the mask? Can you not breath here?"
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Post by John Ehud Nukette on Apr 11, 2013 13:26:03 GMT -5
*Clicks come from the mask in a speaking matter*
*Man takes his hand off of your shoulder, and points to his left, beginning to walk.*
*Dog follows with him*
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