fight or flight [➹]

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---❝ I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. ❞
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War is terrible. No. War is beyond terrible. Every fit man forced to go off and risk his precious life for the for
the country he "represents". War is played like a game. Those who are involved are the players. Those who
fight are just the pawns. When one is lost, it doesn't matter as long as the king is safe. A little blood spill
never matters. World War III, as was suggested by Albert Einstein, was a nightmare. Something that nobody
had actually expected. Cities that had once been great and powerful were reduced to ashes. You were never
safe. No matter what country you were from or who you had on your side, you were always in danger. This
war raged on for very little time, but caused more damage than could ever have been imagined. All that was
left of the world were cities turned to rubble and radiation from the weaponry of battles that was hiding in
the skies, a silent killer of those who actually survived the fighting. There were no laws or rules now. The only
thing to do was to stay alive. but even that seemed impossible.
One thing that arose from the rubble were the monsters. Creatures that are far too powerful for one man to
overpower, that feast on the bodies of those killed and have developed a taste for human flesh. They are one
of the only things that lurk in this new world of destruction, searching for their prey.
New York City: There were only eight who survived the bombing, and somehow are unaffected by the radiation
lurking in the air. But now they live in somewhere that is far worse than hell. Used to living among other men,
and not among monsters, they must find means of surviving. Each must learn how to defend themselves from
the beasts of this new land. Humans are back at the bottom of the food chain. Do they choose fight or flight?
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[beast boy]

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❝ I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV
will be fought with sticks and stones. ❞ - Albert Einstein

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1. All of the basic rules of this site apply to my role-play. Please do not overlook this as you will be removed from the role-play
if this is broken. If you do not know of these rules please go read them before attempting to join.
2. One character per person please. There are a limited amount of characters. I may make an exception to this rule in time.
3. This role-play is semi-literate. I would appreciate if at all times you could post at least seven lines per post. I will not be too
strict about this, just make sure you're posting a decent amount and you'll be fine.
4. Everybody has flaws. You cannot create a character who is incredible at wielding every weapon in the book and takes down
one of the monsters single handedly with just his/her fists. Sorry to say that that isn't how this works.
5. No forms or ooc posting here please. I ask that you use the discussion/form thread. Thank you.
6. This is very obviously an unrealistic role-play, but i ask that nobody is sprouting cat ears or a cat tail or anything unnatural
along those lines. I also ask that you don't use an anime character.
7. Reservations for a character slot will last for 48 hours. no longer. If you can't have a form up by that point the slot will be
given to somebody else that is interested.
8. I understand that coding is definitely not everybody's strong point. All I ask is that you make your font a smaller size and
maybe try to do a little prettying up of forms/posts.
9. Add some drama! It's always exciting to have something unexpected happening in a role-play, but shoot me a pm if you want
to have something big and disastrous happen.
10.Please keep character ages between 18 and 25. Nothing to explain about this :3
11. You're character may have a pet at some point in the role-play, but they can not have the pet right from the start. They will come across them at some point in the role-play.

[beast boy]

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❝ I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV
will be fought with sticks and stones. ❞ - Albert Einstein

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Alright, I figured that a little explaining about what is actually happening in this role-play would be needed.

First off,World War III happened. And it resulted in a lot of really really bad things to happen. As suspected, radioactive and
nuclear weapons were used, and this was was very literally a WORLD war. Every country underwent destruction, but some were
hit harder than others. Monsters were created due to this war. Dogs, cats, and even humans who survived but were not immune
to everything in the air after the bombing changed. They got larger, faster, and a lot more dangerous. They got changed to the
point that it is impossible for one person to take one out alone. These monsters will be referred to as the Beasts.

As for the eight survivors. Each one of them will train and master a technique of fighting. Whether it be archery, sword wielding,
or something else. They may also have a second skill they may choose to use, but it isn't what they are the most skilled with. I
would like if you included the primary and secondary battle skills your character has in your form.

The role-play will be starting out just before the city is bombed. These ten people will probably not know each other yet, though
I will allow it if you pm me about two characters knowing each other. They will not know of the Beasts yet, that knowledge will
come with time. After the bombing, everybody will sort of grieve and feel bad for themselves (unless of course they're emotionless
crazies), and then off they go. I think that they should form a large group at some point, but not right away. Make small groups of
two or three between characters, and they'll band together eventually.

[beast boy]

❝ I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV
will be fought with sticks and stones. ❞ - Albert Einstein

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ＬＵＣＩＬＬＥ ＲＯＳＥ
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[beast boy]

❝ I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV
will be fought with sticks and stones. ❞ - Albert Einstein

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20 // .22 rifle // spacekid // form
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20 // sniper // kamisama_ // form
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❝ I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV
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groups: the groups of two/three working together before everybody bands together

family: any family members that managed to survive together

crushes: just because they're constantly endangered doesn't mean they can't crush right? c;

significant others: love can still be in the air with all of that radiation

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[beast boy]

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╔___________________________╗
age: 20 years
gender: female
weapon M16 assault rifle
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crush: none
family: none
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location: house/city streets
tags: open
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Lucy, the girl who was always out and about, running around in search of some new adventure or even just a stranger to have a chat with, was not a morning person - or in this case - a noon person. On days that she wasn't working the morning shift for the restaurant she waitresses at, she would sleep in. Or she would try. There was one problem to this. Loki (or ragdoll, which she liked to refer to him). The massive tabby tom cat with the short, stubby tail and the ragged fur she had adopted from off the streets about a year ago. Now she loved her cat. Quite a bit actually, but he was a pain in the butt. He didn't really appreciate when she slept in. When he wanted attention, he would find a way to get attention. As Lucy slept she felt something repeatedly slapping her. Something small and fuzzy. Her eyes shot open and she glared at the culprit, who didn't stop batting at one of the curls that had falling over her face as she slept while she gave him the death stare. "Loki you little monster. Why do you do this to me" She groaned and sat up, the cat watching her smugly. She sighed and rubbed her eyes for a moment before pulling herself out from beneath the covers, yawning and stretching. "Come along if you're hungry" She murmured to the cat, then wandering into the kitchen to get herself and her furry friend some food. She got herself a bowl of cereal and poured a bit of the cat food into loki's bowl for him, but not before adding a few pieces of last nights turkey dinner. Only the best for her feline. After she finished her food she took care of her dish and left Loki to his while she headed to the bathroom to tidy up and shower. She quickly took care of herself before grabbing her keys and wallet and leaving the house. She needed to get her furry friend some more cat food, and it would be nice to have some new groceries in the apartment as well. As she walked down the street she made a mental list in her head of what she would need to buy, hardly paying attention to where she was walking as she thought.

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name; devon
age; 20
weapon; .22 rifle
feeling; restless
crush; open
location; street
tags; open
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Sunlight was streaming through the small window in my bedroom, and my glasses exacerbated the glare. I squinted my eyes against it, trying to read Northern Lights for the fifth time. I really needed something new to read, although the idea of your soul taking a physical form that everyone can see fascinated me and kind of scared me. I'm not going to lie. I snapped my book shut, suddenly itching to get outside and have a wander around. I pulled some jeans and a pair of boots on (I'm against pants before 12pm) and left my apartment, kicking the door shut behind me.

The street was packed with shoppers today and none of them were walking quickly. I huffed in irritation but eventually the sea of people carried me to my destination, the secondhand book shop. I winked at the pretty girl at the cash register and made my way to the back of the store where the oldest and coolest stuff was. After purchasing a towering stack of novels, I made my way to the park where I could have some solitude. I was a social butterfly but I preferred silence when I read. The best feeling was being able to get completely lost in a book. I placed my spoils next to me and started with the one on top, a battered Kurt Vonnegut book.

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[kami_]

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C O L E

tagged: Open
Location: Coffee shop, streets

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Cole had woken up early as he had lots of personal work to do. Currently the boy was sitting down in the comfort of a coffee shop. He was relaxing in a soft leather chair and had placed his laptop on the circular table infront of him. The young man had ordered a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows as he didn't know how anyone could go wrong with that. Hot chocolate was one of his favourite drinks. Hot chocolate was just so creamy and tasted amazing. especially on a cold day.

Cole tapped his index finger on the mouse pad of the laptop. He was writing an application for a job interview. As a twenty year old male it was really time he got himself a fixed job. Cole wasn't really sure how he became twenty years old, as far as he knows he was sixteen and drowned in parties and within the blink of an eye he's living by himself and has this new thing called 'responsiblities'.

Cole's attention was drawn towards the glass windows of the coffee shop. He was gazing towards the sky. The clouds appeared to look grey in the distance, phrehaps there was a storm coming. Cole frowned at the thought. If there was a storm coming he really should get back to his apartment. His ten year old sister was currently there alone and Cole did not like the idea of her being alone in the apartment during a storm.
Cole's sister had to live with Cole as it was more convenient. Her school was closer and her friends were closer and Cole got extra funds for having her so he wasn't complaining. It was also quite nice to have some company.

Cole finished off his chocolate drink; the marshmallows melting on his tounge. He saved what he had done so far with his work before placing his laptop back into his rucksack. Hoisting the bag over one shoulder, Cole removed himself from his comfy seat before walking out of the coffee shop. One step after the other the boy headed back towards his apartment.