Epic Quest

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“8-Bit City, it’s a town full of dreamers, gamers, musicians, crooks, dream stealers, bastards, and maybe even a few heroes. I just want to know if you’ve got what it takes to fight for it. Don’t dissapoint.”

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Owner: Astro_B0Y
Game Masters: Astro_B0Y
Tags: epic, magic, modern day, music, original, video games (Add Tags »)

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Setting: 8-Bit City2010-08-18 07:11:57, as written by Jayx
Once Jayx had turned the corner she found locating the exact spot of the trouble incredibly easy. A massive mob of people filled the block, police shouting, a tight barricade surrounding the area, with angry civilians occasionally trying to test its limits only to be forcefully pushed back. It wasn't long before Jayx caught sight once more of Xavier, who had taken root behind a large black mailbox, staring curiously at the scene. She was still too far away to get a good look at what exactly was going on and began to make her way towards Xavier.
Stop.
She complied without thinking. Almost immediately after her action it happened.
She wasn't too far away from the car in question and she jumped, startled as the cop hit it with great force. She stared at him, petrified for a moment, her eyes fixed on the gaping wound-what looked like a massive claw mark-causing him to bleed freely and rapidly.
Get out of here, Jayx. He said harshly, but Jayx remained frozen in place. People were screaming and many had backed away. She was alarmed at how few people approached him. Instead, most seemed to be retreating slightly-too fearful to get closer, but too curious to run away.
Jayx! Listen to me! You need to get out of here NOW!!
Jayx shook her head slightly, attempting to get out of her daze, but all she could see was the crimson stream flowing from the man-she had never seen so much blood before.
MOVE!!!
Jayx retreated, turning and running-or attempting to. The crowd had grown so thick that she found herself incapable of making much distance from the man. People were moving around chaotically-some going forward to see what was going on-some hurrying back, also interested in preserving themselves- and some, like she had been, standing stock still, mesmerized by the incident. She found herself pressed against a wall, a moderately fair distance away from the commotion, but fortunately-or unfortunately, not far away enough not to see what was going on...