Setting
You have entered the void - an black expanse with absolutely nothing in it.
Minimap
northwest |
north |
northeast |
west |
You are here. |
east |
southwest |
south |
southeast |
Overgrown Path is a part of 
Dark Woods.
23 Characters Here
Ike, Sam, and Ben [1] An odd group of teenagers. 1 Female and 2 Males. Each having a strange birth mark on the back of their right hand.
Miko Chiyoko [1]
Evrard Gustov [0]
Renatus Prudentius [0] This character is currently under construction.
vbiuvda [0]
??THON [0]
DarkSolarMoon [0] Dark is a man willing to do anything for his freinds and family. he has many secrets, but i will reveal them to thoughs close to me.
Brainy [0] A clown from the space travelling group called "Jester's Munching Clown Circus".
Faceless [0] A faceless group of terrorists.
Rasha Graan [0] "A Jedi. How quaint. I suppose I should welcome you to Hoth, but I don't want to give you the wrongful impression that I like you."
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It goes east FOREVER D:
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<.< I know at one point where there is a north option it goes north tot he cold plains ,.<
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whoa
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Kaoz It woke up inside a dumpster. White pupils slowly scanned the upper portion of the inside of the rancid container. Jointed fingers hesitantly lifted to push the heavy top away, letting dim lights flow into itās temporary home. Indeed, Kaoz was an it. Regardless of how it looked. How long had it been since itās previous owner had told it to run? 3 weeks. He had ordered Kaoz to run, and hide until it felt it was safe enough to do otherwise. 3 weeks. Thankfully, no one had bothered to empty the bin. The worst it got were a few startled faces and a scoff or two. It didnāt know better. It didnāt know anything aside from killing, a few words in different languages, and that It had some form of purpose.
Said purpose, as a rather violent, rather sarcastic and undead man had put it: ā Youāre most likely going to be the cure-all disease that people use to get rid of cancers and bla, bla, bla save the world and get some medals, only to be shot down and rejected when theyāre done, eh?ā
It seemed, even dead humans were strange.
-c-
Said purpose, as a rather violent, rather sarcastic and undead man had put it: ā Youāre most likely going to be the cure-all disease that people use to get rid of cancers and bla, bla, bla save the world and get some medals, only to be shot down and rejected when theyāre done, eh?ā
It seemed, even dead humans were strange.
-c-
Pulling itself from itās rather odious home, there were soft clicks as the joints in itās knees finally popped back into place from the weeks of no-use. It stumbled a few inches, arms flailing slightly, but other then that, it seemed fine. What was it supposed to do now? Itās master had abandoned it. A few hesitant steps, a glance around, before it awkwardly strode out of the alley.
It appeared it was on some form of Main Street. There were a multitude of shops and store. Somewhere in the distance, there was a loud crash, and a cackle. Was it that man again? He did seem to like troubleā¦ What was that place he had mentioned?
Ga.. Gamā¦ Gambitās?
It turned itās head to the side, tilting it back to read the dimly illuminated sign that displayed the barās name. It was a better start then any, It supposed. With a few blinks, a few steps, and a few pauses to adjust itās joints, it had reached the bar door. The puppetās hand grasped the handle, and slowly creaked open the door.
Oh, the influences that were going to be put on Kaoz.
It appeared it was on some form of Main Street. There were a multitude of shops and store. Somewhere in the distance, there was a loud crash, and a cackle. Was it that man again? He did seem to like troubleā¦ What was that place he had mentioned?
Ga.. Gamā¦ Gambitās?
It turned itās head to the side, tilting it back to read the dimly illuminated sign that displayed the barās name. It was a better start then any, It supposed. With a few blinks, a few steps, and a few pauses to adjust itās joints, it had reached the bar door. The puppetās hand grasped the handle, and slowly creaked open the door.
Oh, the influences that were going to be put on Kaoz.
Kaoz It woke up inside a dumpster. White pupils slowly scanned the upper portion of the inside of the rancid container. Jointed fingers hesitantly lifted to push the heavy top away, letting dim lights flow into itās temporary home. Indeed, Kaoz was an it. Regardless of how it looked. How long had it been since itās previous owner had told it to run? 3 weeks. He had ordered Kaoz to run, and hide until it felt it was safe enough to do otherwise. 3 weeks. Thankfully, no one had bothered to empty the bin. The worst it got were a few startled faces and a scoff or two. It didnāt know better. It didnāt know anything aside from killing, a few words in different languages, and that It had some form of purpose.
Said purpose, as a rather violent, rather sarcastic and undead man had put it: ā Youāre most likely going to be the cure-all disease that people use to get rid of cancers and bla, bla, bla save the world and get some medals, only to be shot down and rejected when theyāre done, eh?ā
It seemed, even dead humans were strange.
-c-
Said purpose, as a rather violent, rather sarcastic and undead man had put it: ā Youāre most likely going to be the cure-all disease that people use to get rid of cancers and bla, bla, bla save the world and get some medals, only to be shot down and rejected when theyāre done, eh?ā
It seemed, even dead humans were strange.
-c-
Kaoz Pulling itself from itās rather odious home, there were soft clicks as the joints in itās knees finally popped back into place from the weeks of no-use. It stumbled a few inches, arms flailing slightly, but other then that, it seemed fine. What was it supposed to do now? Itās master had abandoned it. A few hesitant steps, a glance around, before it awkwardly strode out of the alley.
It appeared it was on some form of Main Street. There were a multitude of shops and store. Somewhere in the distance, there was a loud crash, and a cackle. Was it that man again? He did seem to like troubleā¦ What was that place he had mentioned?
Ga.. Gamā¦ Gambitās?
It turned itās head to the side, tilting it back to read the dimly illuminated sign that displayed the barās name. It was a better start then any, It supposed. With a few blinks, a few steps, and a few pauses to adjust itās joints, it had reached the bar door. The puppetās hand grasped the handle, and slowly creaked open the door.
Oh, the influences that were going to be put on Kaoz.
It appeared it was on some form of Main Street. There were a multitude of shops and store. Somewhere in the distance, there was a loud crash, and a cackle. Was it that man again? He did seem to like troubleā¦ What was that place he had mentioned?
Ga.. Gamā¦ Gambitās?
It turned itās head to the side, tilting it back to read the dimly illuminated sign that displayed the barās name. It was a better start then any, It supposed. With a few blinks, a few steps, and a few pauses to adjust itās joints, it had reached the bar door. The puppetās hand grasped the handle, and slowly creaked open the door.
Oh, the influences that were going to be put on Kaoz.
Ryszard Szczepanski walks into the bar, his bright red hair especially bright today. He throws a page of his notebook into the trashcan and steps up to the bar, motioning for the bartend to come over, hoping to make it worth their while.
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