c r o s s o v e r | semi-lit | closed

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accepted, one more guys!

[Moon's Blood]

{Thanks! ^^
It's seems like it'd be an interesting roleplay.}

[Inudog]

((Can I create another male character? xD))

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Hmm..idk.
Depends on what you mean by "create"- would you make a new one or use an already existing character?

[Inudog]

((Use one I've already created, ^^ If I can find where I first posted him :p))

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Well, see if you can find him, and we'll go from there :P

[Inudog]

((Took ages but I found his form >.< Hope you don't mind but I changed his picture because the last one was ridiculously old.))

Name: Laughter [Real name unknown]
Gender: Male (Trans)
Link to form: Link

[daices.]

{{Does this mean we can start now? cx}}

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{yes, go wild c:
Accepted!
THIS ROLEPLAY IS CLOSED.}

energy; 100%
health; 100%
doing; roleplaying
mood; worried
tagged; N/A

○○○○○???○○○○○

The girl sat at her computer, grinning widely.
Her roleplay was about to start, and
she was going to make the first post in just a moment.
Taking a deep breath, she moved the mouse towards the Submit button
before hesitating. Here goes.

She clicked the button.
Almost instantly, the chair she was sitting in
started violently shaking, making the girl crease her brow.
What was happening? An earthquake? But nothing else was shaking.
Instead of loading the "This message has been posted successfully." page,
the screen froze and began blinking wildly.
She tried to get up, but her legs weren't moving.
What had happening? And why?
Those were her last thoughts before she blacked out.


Somewhere, seven other CS roleplayers experienced the same thing.
{What is formatting.}

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Zachary woke up in a strange place. He didn't know what had happened. The last thing that he remembered was he was waiting for the first post of the new Role Play. It sounded very interesting, so he had taken one of the last spots. He found himself not in his office anymore, but he couldn't really see the place well, because his head was still spinning. He wanted to call out for help, but he couldn't seem to move, anything. It was strange. He was in a strange place, and strange things were happening to him, so how could he not think it was strange. He could only see white above him, he didn't know if there was anyone else, or if he was alone. He would if he could hear, but his ears were ringing so loud that he couldn't even hear himself breathing, or his heart beating. He hated to think it, but it scared him. Yes, he was scared. Very scared. He could have been dead, for all he knew. Although, he was pretty sure that this wasn't what Heaven looked like. Or Hell. He didn't really wnat to know where he was, he just wanted to go home, in the comfort of his swivel, massage chair. That was where he felt the most protected.

{{BTW. I was talking about the religious Hell. Not the bad word, just to clarify.}}