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[Zombie Skittles]

I was thinking of making a post apocalyptic literate/semi-literate roleplay.
The good rps seem to be dwindling.
Is anyone into that kind of roleplay?

I like this idea. Count me in C:

[;theory]

I was thinking of making a post apocalyptic literate/semi-literate roleplay.
The good rps seem to be dwindling.
Is anyone into that kind of roleplay?

I'd definitely join - as long as there was an actual plot.

[abandoned.]

I was thinking of making a post apocalyptic literate/semi-literate roleplay.
The good rps seem to be dwindling.
Is anyone into that kind of roleplay?

I like this idea. Count me in C:

I might join c:

[diamonds;;]

I was thinking of making a post apocalyptic literate/semi-literate roleplay.
The good rps seem to be dwindling.
Is anyone into that kind of roleplay?

I like this idea. Count me in C:

I might join c:

I would join. Can I make a ten year old of you make it?

[katyd]

The following members have been accepted!

silence .
Katyd

... ...Thanks! c:

Yay! Thank you! I am looking forward to getting to know everyone. I'll probably lurk for awhile while I read back on all the posts.

[WalkerNom]

How would you all like a Semi-Lit/Lit horse/rider RP? I'm in need of one!

[katniss,]

Is anyone interested in a literate warriors roleplay? I just made one with the user "atmosphere". You have to private message me a sample post before you can post any forms/reservations however. c:

[zoketi.]

Is anyone interested in a literate warriors roleplay? I just made one with the user "atmosphere". You have to private message me a sample post before you can post any forms/reservations however. c:

Oh, yes please. <3 There seems to be a lack of these.

[0live]

Form:
.:Username:.
0live

.:Favorite type of RP:.
Mostly animals but really anything

.:Sample of writing:.

Elliot drug his hand across his face to wake him only in the slightest. The flight had left him asleep until one of the flight attendants had shook him into an awake state. Before standing to get his luggage, Elliot looked out the window to see if Africa has really looked like it had in his National Geographic magazines. But, the city backdrop had left him a little discouraged before he removed his headphones from his ears and reposition them to drape from his neck. He then continued to stand and to stretching his muscles, freeing him from his previous cramped position in the airplane seat but then almost hit his head against the ceiling in the plane's cabin.

The buzz from the trolly which carried the luggage and the walk to it from the opposite side of the airport had fully awoken Elliot. His suitcase was usually indifferent from any other bags but in the bright light streaming through the long windows. It really hit him here that this would be much hotter than any trip to Florida he went on with his family. His medium sized, red suitcase almost passed by Elliot as he was staring out the window. It's bright, orange tag which was in the shape of a Speedo label because of all the things he bought from swimming outlet stores.

Elliot crinkled the skin lying on his nose from the strong scent of cheap air fresheners hanging from the driver's rear view window. He wished the trip to the meeting place was a short one, the one thing he hated about cab drivers is their obsession over smelly, cardboard trees on strings. Looking out the dusty rear seat glass, Elliot looked for his escape destination on the side of the road. He reached into his wallet stuffed full of African currency which he exchanged in New York and pulled out a wad of bills which would easily be enough to pay the cab fare.
Once the driver announced that he'd arrived at the meeting spot instructed to him from an e-mail.

After pulling his bag from the trunk of the taxi, Elliot noticed for the first time that the pathway leading to the small eatery was made of packed down dirt. The gentle breeze rolled past him, ruffling his hair and kicking up dust which then got in his eyes. Elliot tried his best to expel the particles from his face but lost the battle when the cab drove away, pushing more dirt clouds into the air.
Entering the eatery, Elliot expected to be saved from the wave a heat which had slapped his body and fell off in the form as sweat. But, at that was there for comfort were palm frond-looking fan blades circling above everyone's head. He noticed a line of tables which were drawn together and with it were several other people. Making a strong guess, Elliot could pretty well think that this was where he was supposed to be.

Sorry if it's a bit much...

.:Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:.
None at the moment, I am looking for some

[my Lalia]

We have always lived among them, for more than a thousand years we lived as their neighbors, as friends. But that is no more; they had grown scared and began to hate everything that we did though we were few and they were many. As time went on their hearts grew colder and they became more violent towards us, until a few of us snapped and confirmed their fears of us. The few of us that tried to stay away from the violence and watched as our kin killed, tortured and did unspeakable things as they got their revenge. And for those acts of violence every one of my kin suffered even us who tried to stay away, but their fear and hate for us lead them to believe that we were all like that. So in their fear they began to slaughtered us, if they found out what you were they were allowed to kill you on sight no questions asked. It was a dark time for both sides, though around that time of chaos there were some that thought that we would make great “pets” or weapons. So once the chaos was little more than a soft purr and we were few, they had us rounded up like cattle and told us that we would be allowed to live if we agreed to be their “domesticated companions” or "defence tools". Those that said that they wouldn’t be made pets or weapons of war were quickly executed in front of everyone, we had no choice then and we have none now. It has been over a 150 years since that dark time, and there is still no hope for my people. We are bought and sold like pets forced to wear collars so that we don’t rebel. We are used for hard and dangerous labour for even the poorest of families, as there is nothing lower then a mutant.

We hear whispers of those that run free and fight for our freedom, though some get cought and are either killed or are forced to become pets or weapons of war. But there is still those of us that have been born and raised as "pets" that help the freedom fighters in anyway we can. That is what I did, I gave important information to the fighters and now I'm awaiting my execution. But I'm not sad or even angry as I stand by my choice and my actions, though I must ask; What is your choice? And can you stand by them like I am?

Would anyone be interested in the above mutant rp??