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Dystopian RP
I know I haven't been on here for a while; I really am going to try to post more often... Anyway, I thought it would be cool to do a dystopian RP. But we have to make up what the world is like before we start soooo any ideas? :)
submitted by Elizabeth, age 15
(May 26, 2014 - 12:47 pm)
(May 26, 2014 - 12:47 pm)
PLEEEEASE SOMEONE WRITE THIS THREAD IS AWESOME AND I DON'T WANT IT TO DIE SO PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(October 30, 2014 - 11:25 am)
Guess I'll write. :)
Tristy~
I blinked. It was so weird. Two guys just came out and started telling us about a camp of runaways. It was so hard to believe! We weren't the only runaways!
I turned to Kevin. "We should go!" I said. "I mean, what if all those other people that disappeared are there? Would if..." I closed my eyes. Maybe. Just maybe. "Maybe my dad is there," I whispered. "Besides, we could use some help."
"I don't know," sighed Kevin. "How can we trust them? I mean, look at what the government did to us. They deceived us. We can't trust anyone."
"Please," I said. I was just so desperate. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the possibility of my father being there. Maybe it's just wanting to be part of a community again. "Please, Kevin."
Julien shook his head. "Tristy, Kevin's right. We can't trust them. It could be a trap."
Jessica nodded along with him. I turned to everyone else. "What about you guys?" I said. "What do you guys think?"
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Well, there it is. I'm just trying to move the story along.
(October 31, 2014 - 4:55 pm)
Woohoo! Top page!!!!!!! Thank you so much Bookbug! Let's keep it up; TOPPITY TOP TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(November 2, 2014 - 2:32 pm)
Tristy ~
Everyone voted we should go visit the settlement. Okay, almost everyone. Kevin, Julien, and Juliette thought it was too dangerous. But everyone else wanted to check out, so there we were, walking towards what we thought would be the settlement.
After walking for several miles, we started to smell smoke. I took that as a good sign. We kept walking. A few minutes later, we could see some people through the brush. They were all surrounding the fire, roasting chickens.
"Yes!" I whispered. "I told you so!"
I started to step out, but Kevin grabbed my arm. "Don't! What if they work for the government?"
I looked back. "Kevin, come on! We have to at least try!"
Finn appeared at my side. "He's right, Tristy," he said softly. "They could be dangerous."
I looked at the men again. None of them looked familiar. One stepped out of one of the huts. I gasped.
It was my dad.
(November 17, 2014 - 11:55 am)