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Earth's Last Line... (Open RP)
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Post by
Atik
Logan
New York
Logan had just walked back in the room, a mocha frappe in his hand from the Mcdonalds down the street. He sipped it absent mindedly, checking new posts.
Logan kept his costs low; rent, internet, and his WoW subscription. A television sat in his apartment for watching movies, but he never paid for cabel.
I think so. Just outside of Buffalo.
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193410
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Post by
Atik
Logan
New York
A knock on Logan's dragged him from his laptop. He pulled it open to see a mailman, his hat pulled tight and covering his face. "Delivery..." The man said, holding up an envolope which clearly had something inside it. Logan took the envolope, puzzled.
He looked at it, a sound akin to a horse walking echoed through the hall. He looked up to see the man was gone.
He raised an eybrow, feeling the envolope carefully.
Post by
Hellborne
Dylan
Eastern Ohio
Dylan is 5'8, with black hair and eyes. His skin is just slightly tan, and he is more on the muscular side. A former High School student, athlete, and actor, Dylan had much promise in his life. However, he had fallen into depression after several emotional "attacks" to his heart and mind. He left his hometown in Michigan with the clothes on his back, his phone, and musical device. One day in Ohio, he encountered a strange "demon." It promised power and glory in exchange for undying service. Dylan excepted without a second thought. His body was seared with demonic runes, which he kept hidden under his street clothes.
Dylan kept walking east on the highway. Soon enough he would reach his destination, New England. He had always longed to be in the grand cities, and decided these last few days would be better in a city full of paranoid idiots. However, he would probably not make it by tomorrow.
Dylan sighed, "Whatever. Whatever happens, happens." Dylan then had an idea. He pulled out his phone with internet access. He logged onto his favorites site, Wowhead, and posted a thread on the Lore and Roleplaying forum, "Goodbye, everyone." He simply wrote in the post,
It was nice knowing you all. May your love for Lore carry on in the next life.
Post by
Atik
Logan
New York
Logan poked the evolope sitting on his table with a pen, convinced it wasn't an explosive. Picking it up, he bit down on the large bulge in the paper. "Metal..." He said, feeling how cold it was even through the paper. Rearing his arm back, he threw it across the room.
The evolope hit the wall with such force the entire apartment seemed to shake. The package bounced and dropped like a brick to the floor, causing another loud crash.
Logan stared in shock, afraid to go retrieve the thing.
Post by
lightnstuff
Zeke
Ohio
"Uh, no, never got my drivers license. Oh, turns out we're headed to Buffalo, south of there."
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193410
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Post by
lightnstuff
Zeke
Ohio
Zeke didn't show any discomfort in the drive, aside from the thought of inadequacy. He reached into his bag and offered Ross some of his rations, dried meats and bread and cheese.
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193410
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Post by
lightnstuff
Zeke
Ohio
Zeke squinted,
"Yea, slow down."
Post by
Hellborne
Dylan
Ohio
Dylan turned around to see an object, probably an automobile, coming from the highway. Just maybe if he hitched a ride he could reach his destination in time. Or maybe his tattoo-like runes that he kept covered would get him killed. Dylan sighed, "Just maybe..."
Dylan held out his right hand and lifted his thumb.
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193410
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Post by
Hellborne
Dylan
Ohio
Dylan turned his head and gave a half smile. "Could be better, bro. Where ya'll headin'?" He asked. This person looked like he could be trusted.
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193410
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Post by
Hellborne
Dylan
Ohio
Most excellent.
"Don't suppose you got room in that truck for another? Trying to go east myself, too," Dylan asked.
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193410
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Post by
Atik
Logan
New York
Logan cursed himself after touching the envolope again. The paper had lit aflame, seeming to engulf his entire apartment.
The entire town burned, the sky was black and red. Massive flamming rocks fell from the sky and soilders and demons fought in the streets,
Screams echoed up through the massive hole in the side of his building. The heat threatened to kill him on its own while he stood in chock.
Use me...
The world returned to normal as the voice whispered to Logan. He looked down and dropped the sword in his hand. He had no idea how it had appeared there.
Post by
lightnstuff
Zeke
Ohio
Zeke shrugged and leaned forward to give Dylan some room.
Post by
Hellborne
Dylan
Ohio
Dylan jumped into the back seat and sat. He placed his backpack beside him. "Thanks. The name is Dylan, by the way."
Suddenly, one of his tattoo's, just above his waist on his back, burned ever so slightly, but enough to make Dylan notice.
Post by
Atik
Logan
New York
The sword was around two and a half feet long, its blade starting wide and rapidly thinning shortly up its length. After which, the blade's thinning becam much more gradual, goming to a point. The handguard, when the sword was held tip-down, was a skull missing its lower jaw. The teeth were spiked, with the furthest out two being even larger spikes. Huge metal spikes shot upward from its sides like horns, making a "V" with the handle in the center. The blade was silver, the handguard a dark bronze, and the handle a dark purple.
It melted into the floor, vanishing for a moment. But Logan could feel it, the weight was clear on his back. It sat there, held to him by some unseen force.
"The hell..."
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