((This is the last edit I swear. Okay! This thread is a roleplay scenario depicting some scenes of violence, slight gore, and other things that may disturb peeps. Please don't continue reading if zomibes and life or death situations make you uncomfortable!))
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Your Mother’s arms were wrapped tight around you, her cold, smooth hand trailing over your cheek, brushing your matted brown hair to one side. You curled into her, resting your head on her breast, and just focused on your breathing. In, out, in and out. Your lungs still expanded. Your heart still kept on beating. You were alive, as much as you’d like to be otherwise.
“Jason,” Her voice was just like you remembered it. Calm, sweet, caring… You opened your eyes and glanced up slowly from your comfortable position, staring into her blood-shot, cloudy eyes. Her thin, cracked lips curled into a smile, and a small trickle of blood curled down her sunken and rotted face, making you shudder.
“Time to wake up, Jason.”
A sharp gasp escapes your lungs as you are jolted awake by the distant clap of thunder. There’s a heavy storm going on outside, and the smell of something terrible in your room. Your chest is heaving in shallow breaths, and tears burst to your green eyes. “Mom..” You muttered to yourself, burying your head in your knees.
Your name is Jason Carmile, and you are utterly and terribly alone. Not that is was much of a surprise, I mean; you did kill your family. Er, what was left of them, at least. You’d decided to run, run as far as you possibly could from your home in Austin, Texas, only focusing on finding food, water, shelter. You’d been so busy trying to stay alive you hadn’t even had time to be scared. Now that you’re relatively safe in this boarded up janitor’s closet, you had plenty of opportunities to be terrified.
You cried for a good long while, soaking the knees of your ripped jeans with snot and tears, until finally, you decided to pull it together. You had to get through this, you told yourself. No time to be crying.
You stood, and hitched your worn and blood stained backpack over your shoulders, containing:
One (1) beaten bottle of possibly stagnant water
One (1) roll of film
One (1) camera with 50%(1/2) battery life
And one (1) bag of beef jerky
Your stomach growled a bit, and your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth, it was so dry. There was a distant groan of some dead thing past your door, and it was getting closer. You had to move.
((Commands: put the character’s name in all caps with a “:” after it and type out your command. For example; “JASON: Scavenge the room.” Other commands include: Check stats, survey inventory, and save game. Have fun!))
((EDIT: Yes this is based off the format of homestuck. But the story line and characters have nothing to do with Hussie or any of the characters from the webcomic!))
((Be sure to ping me with your suggestion!))
Your Mother’s arms were wrapped tight around you, her cold, smooth hand trailing over your cheek, brushing your matted brown hair to one side. You curled into her, resting your head on her breast, and just focused on your breathing. In, out, in and out. Your lungs still expanded. Your heart still kept on beating. You were alive, as much as you’d like to be otherwise.
“Jason,” Her voice was just like you remembered it. Calm, sweet, caring… You opened your eyes and glanced up slowly from your comfortable position, staring into her blood-shot, cloudy eyes. Her thin, cracked lips curled into a smile, and a small trickle of blood curled down her sunken and rotted face, making you shudder.
“Time to wake up, Jason.”
A sharp gasp escapes your lungs as you are jolted awake by the distant clap of thunder. There’s a heavy storm going on outside, and the smell of something terrible in your room. Your chest is heaving in shallow breaths, and tears burst to your green eyes. “Mom..” You muttered to yourself, burying your head in your knees.
Your name is Jason Carmile, and you are utterly and terribly alone. Not that is was much of a surprise, I mean; you did kill your family. Er, what was left of them, at least. You’d decided to run, run as far as you possibly could from your home in Austin, Texas, only focusing on finding food, water, shelter. You’d been so busy trying to stay alive you hadn’t even had time to be scared. Now that you’re relatively safe in this boarded up janitor’s closet, you had plenty of opportunities to be terrified.
You cried for a good long while, soaking the knees of your ripped jeans with snot and tears, until finally, you decided to pull it together. You had to get through this, you told yourself. No time to be crying.
You stood, and hitched your worn and blood stained backpack over your shoulders, containing:
One (1) beaten bottle of possibly stagnant water
One (1) roll of film
One (1) camera with 50%(1/2) battery life
And one (1) bag of beef jerky
Your stomach growled a bit, and your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth, it was so dry. There was a distant groan of some dead thing past your door, and it was getting closer. You had to move.
((Commands: put the character’s name in all caps with a “:” after it and type out your command. For example; “JASON: Scavenge the room.” Other commands include: Check stats, survey inventory, and save game. Have fun!))
((EDIT: Yes this is based off the format of homestuck. But the story line and characters have nothing to do with Hussie or any of the characters from the webcomic!))
