Join Date: Mar 2013
Location: California, United States
Hey guys, I think I'm going to return, I really don't want such a good RP to die out! I might only be able to post 1-2 times a day though.
I open my eyes and rub them groggily. I'm laying on the ground, and I can feel a burning sensation all over my body. I sit up and feel a jolt of pain, and notice many bruises and cuts on myself. I'm lucky to be alive. I must've been passed out for a few days, since the battle field's deserted.
My eyes widen and I begin to panic. Is everyone dead? I look around the silent battlefield, and notice my dolls are broken, scattered across the field. Standing up, I quickly gather them together, all which have their stuffing pulled out and their limbs severed. Blinking back tears, I carry a serious expression on my face, analyzing all the materials on the battlefield that I can use to build dolls. Newer, stronger, unbreakable dolls.
I quickly pull on a pair of protective goggles and gather the practice dummies from combat class. To my surprise, somewhere in all of the chaos, I find a beat up, lathe, drill, and chainsaw. I begin to cover the dummies with a stronger synthesized version of steel found on the shields of the armed men. I look in one of the reflections and notice how messy I look. Pulling my hair back into a messy bun, I decide to rip my shirt sleeveless, and fold up my distressed shorts. I turn around and look into the forest with conviction in my eyes. To destroy the sanctuary of those with mutations, who only want to be accepted and respected, to slaughter them mercilessly, there's no excuse.
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Last edited by Lotte; 08-07-2013 at 12:02 AM.