- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Horror and Sci-fi. I'll try basically anything though. I also love strange and unusual RP genre concepts. Different is good!
Time: 9:30 AM
Location: Livestock yard, west end of Calamity crater
Mood: Confused/determined
Castor opened one sleep heavy eye slowly. A slimy mist sprayed across his face.
"What the fuc…"
Again he was sprayed with a warm, wet slime that smelt like hay. He opened his other eye and was face to face with a black cow.
"The fuck? Not again."
Castor rewound the events from last night. His near conflict in the bar, meeting the black smith's daughter, drinking his ass off, trying to find a motel, being turned away from the hotel, stumbling to the livestock yard located on the west end of town, and passing out in the Cow pen. He was accustom to sleeping outside, but not with one ton beasts sneezing alfalfa juice on his face. He sat up, rubbing the back of his head. The cow stared him down. Castor swatted at it's nose with the back of a glove clad hand.
"YA!, get the fuck outta my way." He stood up, not at all concerned with the dirt and cow shit that was caked to his back. This streak of bad luck had to stop, one bad thing after another. TIme to hit the blacksmith and get the hell out of this dump.
You're covered in shit, get your ass cleaned up!
The voice of his father barked in his head.
"I will, you miserable fuck. I just gotta get my ride fixed first.
I am sure you will fail, just like you grew up to be a wandering degenerate, worthless excuses for a human being....
"Shut the fuck up."
Castor was having a conversation with himself when he heard the scream. His strained to hear where it was coming from so he could go the opposite direction. Then cringed as he realized it was right where he needed to be. If he remembered correctly, Downtown was the blacksmith.
Castor dusted himself off, and washed his face in a large water trough. He needed to get across town, hopefully, without getting involved with whatever was going on.
He made his way to the blacksmith. Walking past the Blue Belle bar, where he had been last night, and noticing a group of people and what appeared to be the Law.
Keep walking, keep walking, keep, walking. He told himself, knowing that with his luck, that if he stopped, he would get tied up in whatever the hell was going on. Luckily the blacksmith was close by, and most of the people were too caught up and didn't notice him walking down the other side of the street.
He got to the black smith, letting the door slam on it's metal hinges on his way in.
Location: Livestock yard, west end of Calamity crater
Mood: Confused/determined
Castor opened one sleep heavy eye slowly. A slimy mist sprayed across his face.
"What the fuc…"
Again he was sprayed with a warm, wet slime that smelt like hay. He opened his other eye and was face to face with a black cow.
"The fuck? Not again."
Castor rewound the events from last night. His near conflict in the bar, meeting the black smith's daughter, drinking his ass off, trying to find a motel, being turned away from the hotel, stumbling to the livestock yard located on the west end of town, and passing out in the Cow pen. He was accustom to sleeping outside, but not with one ton beasts sneezing alfalfa juice on his face. He sat up, rubbing the back of his head. The cow stared him down. Castor swatted at it's nose with the back of a glove clad hand.
"YA!, get the fuck outta my way." He stood up, not at all concerned with the dirt and cow shit that was caked to his back. This streak of bad luck had to stop, one bad thing after another. TIme to hit the blacksmith and get the hell out of this dump.
You're covered in shit, get your ass cleaned up!
The voice of his father barked in his head.
"I will, you miserable fuck. I just gotta get my ride fixed first.
I am sure you will fail, just like you grew up to be a wandering degenerate, worthless excuses for a human being....
"Shut the fuck up."
Castor was having a conversation with himself when he heard the scream. His strained to hear where it was coming from so he could go the opposite direction. Then cringed as he realized it was right where he needed to be. If he remembered correctly, Downtown was the blacksmith.
Castor dusted himself off, and washed his face in a large water trough. He needed to get across town, hopefully, without getting involved with whatever was going on.
He made his way to the blacksmith. Walking past the Blue Belle bar, where he had been last night, and noticing a group of people and what appeared to be the Law.
Keep walking, keep walking, keep, walking. He told himself, knowing that with his luck, that if he stopped, he would get tied up in whatever the hell was going on. Luckily the blacksmith was close by, and most of the people were too caught up and didn't notice him walking down the other side of the street.
He got to the black smith, letting the door slam on it's metal hinges on his way in.