MeAsTheNarrator

V. DJ is depressed and decides to get drunk. DJ sat at the bar of the the now owner-less tavern, sipping from one of the tea cups that had been left on the counter. He had started out drinking blood from the deformed lifeless body in the backroom, but now that Gerimo was “tidying” up, he no longer was allowed to meddle in the backroom.“Stupid Gerimo… Always ruining my fun…” Another sip was taken from the teacup. It wasn't long before DJ started to feel the effects of the liquid he was drinking. He shook his head and chuckled before grabbing the bottle in front of him and pouring more into the cupHe spun around in atop the bar stool until...

I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them: 1. Anteros - The “Trainee” of the O.M.B.I.E.Z group. A trigger happy military fool that just wants to serve his country and make money. He is horrible at making friends and at times can be become aggressively sensitive. This can be seen as double edge sword because he likes to make fun of people but doesn't want the same treatment in return. He brags that he is the best at combat. In reality, he has horrible...

Then will I teach transgressors your ways; and sinners shall be converted to you. I snickered slightly as I stepped through the establishment and scanned the crowd. Laughter met me first followed by strange uncomfortable glances from random patrons. A few of them had seen me in the center of town preaching the word. The rest were bound to the inn, consumed by the devil's blood.I moved through the inn, each step decreasing the sound of laughter until there was nothing left but stares. By the time I made it to the bar, the entire room was silent. With my bible in hand and a grin upon my face, I turned around to face the crowd; my back now to...

"Did you hear that bitch trying to stand up for you?" Divine, my overweight possum familiar, quickly darted past me into the alleyway as fast as she could. She collapsed to the floor and rolled over onto her back while her panting continued.My goal had been to return back to my room to retrieve my weapon, but my legs steered me into the direction of a small alley that stood on the opposite side of the inn. With a sigh, I turned my attention to Divine and shook my head at her response. "Of all the words, why would you…" I trailed off and leaned back against the wall, looking up at the few clouds that moved through the sky. "The ζɵʀɗ's word ...

Even as Sodom and Gomorrha, and the cities about them in like manner, giving themselves over to fornication, and going after strange flesh, are set forth for an example, suffering the vengeance of eternal fire. My very existence spilled out in the form of words, flooding the street in front of me and moving as far as my voice could carry. People drifted in on rafts of curiosity, admiring the purity of my wardrobe and the cross around my neck. My fingers moved down the page of the bible, unleashing another tide of scripture upon the growing audience.It was confidence that made my tempo change, confidence that turned this particular day of p...

Mistrust, Escape, Loneliness ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████Cotton never imagined that a failed runaway attempt would turn into a dangerous game of life and death. Even after the sword flew through the air, he kept saying to himself that it was all a dream. A strange sensation moved across his skin. Was the warm tingle an angel's embrace lifting him into the heavens? Was this what his father felt as he slowly died? Cotton wanted to see his father and welcomed the thought. He just wanted to die. Cot...ton... Images of his big brother flooded his mind and provided him with a...

Family Secrets II ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████Moonlight poured down through the clouds and filled the garden outside of Boyt with a soft illumination. Trees danced back and forth to a gentle zephyr; their leaves rustling in a chorus. Firo continued his journey through the bush, admiring the many flowers that seemed to spring to life now that the sun had faded behind the horizon. It was the only thing he could do to remove the negative thoughts that now clouded his head. Piers seemed like a good person, he even helped him learn how to fish. So, why would he discourage Cot...

My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after one-eyed witch doctors because you'll only end up with a Ben & Jerry's ice cream smoothy in your mammary gland." I never quite understood his advice until one False Confessions Day, I was gardening with my best friend Peaches. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was jam-packed and spooky sounds came from deep within. Peaches saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!

Family Secrets ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████A disappointed silence lingered around the room while Wardell and Cotton awaited their dinner. The smell of burnt fish attacked their senses, reducing the expectation for anything worthwhile to a minimum. Wardell repeatedly adjusted his mask while he contemplated running over to a window and bashing it open with his weapon.Firo danced around the small kitchen with Piers right behind him, singing songs of happiness while they dropped plates of blackened fish and rice onto the makeshift dinner table. Once they were finished, both ...