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Mystery Thread
Mystery Thread
I may be biting off way more than I can chew, but I am making a new thread. So, yea yea, heard that one before. Mystery in an old house. You are invited, then people go missing. Exept:
1 This isn't like a Ski Lodge
2 This is an RPG
3 The twists will keep coming
4 There are extra rules!
Rules:
Act howeaver you want, but be careful, the jerks will disappear/die first.
Please, no OP people.
Follow my lead, and stay with the story. No making up random stuff.
Fill out the character sheet completely.
Ok, here is another note:
I will tell you things like "So and so found a hidden room!" and you can post things like "I found a hidden room in X place.", so I will tell you what happens, and you can respond howeaver. There will be times were I do long posts, howeaver.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Description:
Personality:
Biggest Dream:
Worst Fear:
Favorite Color:
Will You Have Crushes Later:
Favorite Weapon:
Pets:
Favorite Band:
Favorite Book:
Other:
Long, right? But for this to work, I will need it all. And another thing: Please tell me before you quit.
Anything else?
Begin the Begin! (REM, you are awsome!!!)
submitted by Gared
(July 17, 2016 - 3:06 pm)
(July 17, 2016 - 3:06 pm)
Yay! The last post is out. So Scylla, you can do an epilouge. Just remember Abby is the Queen of the World.
~GAred out.
(August 12, 2016 - 11:03 am)
Gared, does your ↑Shift key stick? Also could I show you my version of the ending just for fun to see how you like it?
Epilogue
»«★»«
A flake of snow drifted from a sunny sky, landing on the roof of a house in the woods. This house was seemingly isolated, but a road connected it to the world. A creek rushed under a bridge and a treehouse sat in the branches of an oak. It was peaceful, quiet, serene.
Scylla sat down on the porch, gazing into the trees. The russet fur of a fox flashed by, gone as quickly as it came.
"Momma! See what I drew?" a little girl called, running from the house with a piece of paper flapping in her hands. She showed it to her mother.
The drawing was of a dragon. Each scale was carefully penciled in and colored, and it was beautiful.
"That's wonderful, Sara. What's his name?" Scylla smiled warmly, hugging her daughter.
"She. It's a she," Sara replied. "Her name is Gira."
Scylla handed the picture back to the child. "That's a pretty name."
"I wanna show Daddy," Sara told her. The child's beautiful green eyes were touched by worry. "Where's Daddy?"
A tear escaped Scylla's eye and she turned so her daughter wouldn't see. "He'll come home soon, honey," she murmured. "He'll come home soon."
Sara plopped down beside her mother on the porch. "I'll wait with you," she said. "I know he'll come."
Scylla smiled again, pulling her daughter close. "Thank you."
Gared had been deported to a remote location on the orders of Abby. He joined the military after the final battle. He thought of his family every moment he was there, but what he didn't know was that he would never see them again. He was killed in a war.
Scylla always waited for him. She thought of Sara's words: "I know he'll come." But in her heart, she knew he wouldn't. But she always hoped.
She never told her daughter.
(August 12, 2016 - 6:23 pm)
I will make an official second ending, but everyone is free to do fan fiction.
(August 12, 2016 - 6:54 pm)
You told me I could write an epilogue! Are you revoking that?
(August 12, 2016 - 8:06 pm)
No. I am doing another post later. I am not revoking your's"
(August 12, 2016 - 9:32 pm)
Did you even read it??
(August 12, 2016 - 10:19 pm)
Yes, I did. It was very good.
(August 12, 2016 - 11:30 pm)
Thank you! Here's part of my almost-ending.
Fifty men marched behind Elliot. All were armed. Scylla, absent of rifle, was instead armed with two short swords. Straight-backed and proud beside Gared, her turquoise eyes burned with ferocity. The two led a small brigade of twenty warriors. Their forces were smaller, but more skillfully trained. Scylla was confident of victory. If only she knew what was going to happen…
“Attack!” Elliot yelled, and his troops rushed forward.
And so the final battle began.
Scylla was a furious whirlwind of flashing metal as she slashed and parried. Her brow was furrowed in deep concentration. Her opponent, a tall and sinuous man, feinted right. Scylla leaped aside, landing a blow to his head. He fell and she stepped over his body to continue the battle.
Gared was faring similarly. But suddenly the enemy cleared around him and from the fray stalked none other than Elliot.
“We meet again, brother,” the older man said coolly.
Gared glared daggers at him. “No blood binds me to a traitor,” he snarled.
“That may be so.” Elliot circled Gared like a wolf, eyes gleaming. “Only this time, you will not survive.”
Elliot whipped out a crossbow. “Last words, brother?”
Gared stared back, stubbornly silent.
“So be it.” Elliot drew back the trigger…
Scylla scanned the battlefield for Gared. He was nowhere to be seen, but then she noticed a breach in the chaos of battle. Dodging and whirling past countless foes, she bounded closer for a better look. And there she saw Gared, facing off against Elliot.
To her horror, Elliot drew his crossbow. He trained it firmly on Gared. And he pulled back the trigger.
Scylla's eyes widened. No. Time seemed to slow down. She no longer cared about defeating Elliot; all she cared about was stopping him from releasing the trigger. She sprinted with all her might and in one massive leap, she vaulted over the remaining obstacles and landed in front of Gared… and intercepted the bolt meant for him.
Elliot's eyes stretched wide when he realized what he had done, but it was too late. Scylla crumpled to the earth. Her vision swam and her world was full of pain. She could feel her life slipping away… She reached a weak hand to touch Gared’s cheek. “I love you…” she whispered and then she let go.
Gared fell to his knees in disbelief. The sounds of the battle faded around him and all he could see was Scylla dying. He lifted her into his arms, panicked hands frantically searching for a pulse, a heartbeat, any sign of life. But there was none.
Scylla was dead.
~~~
(August 13, 2016 - 9:50 am)
Little bit of extra writing:
“Well, that went well.” Abby said at the breakfast table. Around her sat the most trusted advisors of the Republic of Earth. Abby was chewing a croissant.
“We managed to get Gared to almost give us the world. And great trick” Abby pointed to September, who blushed and looked away. “For falling. Everyone thought I was dead! You did great! But that girl, Sara. She could have inherited the genius that we feared she had. But it looks like she is a painter. We should be fine.”
“Uhhh, yes. How about those zombies?” Novelist asked.
“Ahh. Gared had a switch to kill ‘em all.” Abby replied.
(August 13, 2016 - 10:32 am)
Three things.
1: Is it really over or can you not stop writing about it?
2. GUYS YOU NEED TO READ THIS IF YOU JOINED. You'll probably like it.
3. Is Gared dead? Sara's his daughter, by the way, if it wasn't obvious.
And if this isn't done, then I have an idea!!! He pretended to be dead and then he came back and a different plotline happens as a result! And we keep writing!
(August 13, 2016 - 1:23 pm)
Yes, I was going to do that. He will come back. I will draft a post right now.
(August 13, 2016 - 3:37 pm)
The sun was a glowing beast. And Gared would tame it. He sat in his house in the ruins of New York. The population had soared again, and he was hiding in the ‘underworld’.
His plan was:
Step one: Get into London, where Abby ruled.
Step two: Capture Abby.
Step three: Take back Earth.
He pulled his mask over his face, buckled on his armor, and slid his favorite katana onto his back. Game. On.
(I just can’t bring myself to stop this RP. )
(August 13, 2016 - 3:55 pm)
It's an RP now? Also, I think this is ten/eleven years into the future since your "Abby kills everything and becomes the ruler of the world, which is actually completely unrealistic" post. Sara is five years old, Scylla is thirty-two, and Gared is thirty-three or something. Am I allowed to keep writing?
Hallia says hdwg. Hedwig? You're a snowy owl?
(August 13, 2016 - 4:18 pm)
Well, you underestimate Abby. In the Boarding School Thread, she is a lot tougher than she looks.
(August 13, 2016 - 5:30 pm)
Over 7.5 billion people, Gared. That's a lot to keep track of. And if we do a new storyline, can we please... ahem... dispose of the zombies? I barely dealt with them last time. In my Top 10 list of things I hate, zombies would be ranked #2 or 3.
(August 13, 2016 - 7:42 pm)