Old Men with Snapbacks are my Aesthetic
- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per week, Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks, Elementary, Adept, Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male, Female, Primarily Prefer Male
- Magical, Fantasy, Medieval, and Horror.
"A̷̝͆̈͜͜͠n̴̤̩͒͋̃͜ḋ̴͚̦̮͋̈́ ̴̫̖̳̀́̔t̸̤͍̳̎͛͠ḧ̶̠͉̦́̕͝e̷̢͖͓͑͌͠m̸̤̮̍̌͜͠.̴̘̭͚͑̉́.̵̨͖̺̈̊̇.̴̛͓̫̫̈́̽ ̷̲͇̝̆͋͝y̸̗̠̖͒̔̀ḙ̵͖̱͑͛̕s̵̢̨̥̐̎̉.̵̨̧͉͆̌̈.̴͕͔͓̽͋̏ ̷̩͇̞́̐͘ÿ̸̯̠̜́͂̀è̵̮̩̅̈ͅs̴̢͓̹̿̽̕.̷̨̤̦̅̾̈ ̶̤̤͎̊̌̋t̷̡̤̞͑̍̌h̵̭̞̼̋̓͊e̵̡̖̮̋̋̎ḿ̴̡͕̻̐̍.̵̥͕̼̈́̂̕ ̴̛̘͙͈̉͌Ó̷͇̳̯͛͐n̵͇͕̪̈́̉͐ë̷̮̙͈́̾͐,̴̖̻͙͆̄͂ ̴̛̠͇̟̊̊w̷̢̯͕̽̂̃h̶̨̟̏̈́̋ͅo̸̯̼̥͋̒͛ ̴̝̯̹̓̄͘w̷̹̫̜͗̄͂ḭ̸̫̺̓̕͠l̴͔̞̹̓͐̓;̸̦̺̟̿̃̃'̶̳̻̪̔̀̀ ̸̨̥̦̀̾̈́b̷̲̻̻̎̏́ê̷͎̫̮̎͌ ̸̙̤̮͛̆̅w̷̼̲̪̑̄̌h̷̡͚̦͊̋̚ö̷͕͖̹́͗͘m̸̤̣͈͌͂̌.̷̬͇̫̒̋͘ ̵͔͚̟̽̎̒f̶͖͓͓̀̈̄l̷͓̎͒͒͜͜ę̴̭̭͊̅͌s̴͈̯̳͂̊̀h̷̥̤̬̾̌͗ ̶̟̮̺̊͑͐c̸̻̬͕͑̍͠ơ̶̹͎̫͘̚ṉ̶̢͔̓̈̌s̷̪͇̣̀̈̀u̵̜̮̯͌̈́͝m̶̡̮̫̊̌͝n̴̖͓̞̋̆̔á̵̜̠͍̉͐t̸̟̝̻̿̔̋ę̷̝͔̉̏͘.̸̛̮̳̀͒͜"
You hear a voice calling from afar, bringing you back to the world of the living.
"Ah, good, you're awake!" a metallic voice reverberates from ear to ear.
Your eyes attempt to adjust to the harsh sunlight bearing through your visor. As the blurry delusion begin to fade, you make out a face with his mouth disassociated from the sound that you hear.
"Feeling a bit worse for wear are we?" You shift your eyes from left to right as the sourceless voice continues probing your thoughts.
Rapid images of people flash intermittently throughout your mind, most of which go by too quickly for you to properly take in.
"Oh, you've seem to have gotten yourself into quite the predicament sir, or madam. Can't quite tell with all that shrapnel lodged in your body." The dissociated figure above you grasps at a length of corrugated sheet metal in your abdomen, and yanks it out. You convulse then black out.
You awaken in a dimly lit room with your body laid out on a sterile medical bed. The room is coated with sky blue paint with marble tiles lining the lower length of the walls and floor. Two tables lay at your sides, just within reach.
"The object to your left is a clipboard with a couple of questions I need you to answer before I send you off. You know, identification and such." the disembodied voice continues as you shift your head to the right. "On your right is a needle filled with morphine, feel free to use it when your done."
You pick up the clipboard, and examine its contents, you notice that there are 6 other pages filled with information and skip past them, writing on the last one...
Alright guys, we can put up our CS's here, I'll place mine up in a bit after I do a bit more fleshing out on WHERE exactly we are.
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