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Tanzinite
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Died from a life of sin.
Made love to a million angels.
Murdered a million men."
Depuis le Debut, 30 Seconds to Mars
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In the old fashioned town of Dally's Cross, strange things are brewing. It's in the way the residents approach each other. Wary, mistrustful, unsure. Like no one can look another person in the eye. Children don't go outside anymore. Some just up and disappeared. But everyone acts like it's all normal. Like there isn't a terrible secret growing beneath the cobblestone streets. Maybe they think if they just ignore the ever darkening sky, nothing will happen.
Even worse is the night. Realistically, the day is pretty normal, aside from the fact that if you drive as far as you can down any road leaving the town, you'll end up back in the middle of First Street. At night, the real fun, or danger, begins. The howl of a giant black dog announces the death of the sun, and then the residents lock down as fast as they can. They are the prey. Get caught outside past sunset, and you won't be around at dawn. And it's not like the houses are all that safe either. Doors weren't meant to stop a two hundred pound creature from entering if it really wants to.
So grab the closest crowbar, lock those doors, and buckle down, because you aren't sleeping when the sun goes down!
This roleplay is very much about survival. Not only that, but saving the town from sure destruction. A stranger, shrouded in mystery, has come uninvited and thrown the small town upside down. Your job is to stop the ultimate destruction of the only home you've ever had, or die trying. Don't think you can bargain with the Devil, he's here to drag every soul down to Hell with him. One amongst you will be blessed with unfathomable power, becoming the Chosen Nephilim. They will have the power to confront the monster and bestow small powers upon friends. All in the hopes of vanquishing the threat that permeates their lives.
In the old fashioned town of Dally's Cross, strange things are brewing. It's in the way the residents approach each other. Wary, mistrustful, unsure. Like no one can look another person in the eye. Children don't go outside anymore. Some just up and disappeared. But everyone acts like it's all normal. Like there isn't a terrible secret growing beneath the cobblestone streets. Maybe they think if they just ignore the ever darkening sky, nothing will happen.
Even worse is the night. Realistically, the day is pretty normal, aside from the fact that if you drive as far as you can down any road leaving the town, you'll end up back in the middle of First Street. At night, the real fun, or danger, begins. The howl of a giant black dog announces the death of the sun, and then the residents lock down as fast as they can. They are the prey. Get caught outside past sunset, and you won't be around at dawn. And it's not like the houses are all that safe either. Doors weren't meant to stop a two hundred pound creature from entering if it really wants to.
So grab the closest crowbar, lock those doors, and buckle down, because you aren't sleeping when the sun goes down!
This roleplay is very much about survival. Not only that, but saving the town from sure destruction. A stranger, shrouded in mystery, has come uninvited and thrown the small town upside down. Your job is to stop the ultimate destruction of the only home you've ever had, or die trying. Don't think you can bargain with the Devil, he's here to drag every soul down to Hell with him. One amongst you will be blessed with unfathomable power, becoming the Chosen Nephilim. They will have the power to confront the monster and bestow small powers upon friends. All in the hopes of vanquishing the threat that permeates their lives.
In a sort of frenzied carelessness, the children approach. It is like watching newborn animals, the way they stumble around without any coordination of movement. Fascinating. I look, I watch, I wait. There is little else to do. They will come at their leisure.
One looks back and calls to the others, his face split in a massive grin. He is drunk half out of his mind. A bit detrimental to his health. The others follow him. Their leader. He is charismatic, but not wise. Loud, but not smart.
Ever closer they come, stumbling into the haunting grips of the forest. Of course, they do not notice at first. None see the flash of red amongst the leaves of the trees, or the bark that turns subtly to grey. Each of them is far too caught in their own intoxicated thoughts to see that they have stumbled upon a path outside their world.
They laugh heartily as they come. Like they do not feel the uneasiness that permeates the air. As though they cannot sense the unnatural stillness of the forest. All is dead within, yet they do not seem to understand. Behind them, the sun sets ever so slowly. It does not wish to leave them behind.
The ground turns to concrete as the children stumble upon the crossroads. The edge of their lives. Some look confused. Others, dazed. One amongst them has the look of realization, dawning too late. They are trapped now, trapped with nowhere to go.
"Oi, mister! What is this place?" one calls, his brows furrowing as he fails to recognize his surroundings.
"Oh, it is the place of dreams, Kevin," I call back, using his proper name. "Do not worry, for all you see here is illusion."
A girl, behind Kevin, stumbles up behind him. "What do you mean?"
I smile. "I mean it isn't real. Can't you tell?" She looks confused, but remains silent.
"Then who are you?" Kevin asks.
I step from the shadows. "Surely you must recognize me! Have I not known you since your birth?"
"Pastor Walden?" The boy asks, eyes widening in recognition. "What are you doing here?"
Smile widening, I observe the confused boy. "It's only a dream, boy. Anything can happen."
Kevin's brow furrows. "Like what? I think you're wrong. I'm drunk and some weird shit is happening!"
I nod very slowly. "Observant, Kevin."
"Are you mocking me?" he asks, face contorting with rage.
Ignoring his question, I ask my own. "So Kevin, what would make your life more exciting, so you wouldn't need to get drunk out of your brains all the time?
It trips him up. Frowning, he meets my eyes, but only for a moment. "Uh, I don't know, some action?"
"I can make that happen for you, if you'd like to make a bet?"
"Like what?"
"You can keep your soul, but only if you survive what comes next."
"What comes next?" he asks.
"You'll have to sign to find out, but I can guarantee it'll be exciting," Conjuring a piece of parchment, I present it to him.
He gives me a strange look. "How do I sign?"
"Blood!" His finger begins to bleed.
"This is a dream, right?"
Smiling, I shrug. "Whatever you believe."
Kevin sighs, flourishing his finger in wide strokes. "Done."
"Good," I growl, before he begins to twitch. "What's wrong?" He tries to speak, but his tongue is unable to form the words. I look away, wishing not to watch his death. The gurgle of jutting blood is the last sound he'll ever make. Turning back, I see his still-bleeding corpse, before making eye contact with each of the other teenagers. "Sleep," I murmur, as they collapse.
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