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Another Game
« on: June 16, 2017, 07:28:29 PM »
The Ellimist was bored. Not bored like you and me. He couldn't go ahead and play a game of Monopoly or go to an online fan-made forum to get rid of his boredom. But he did want to play a game, in his own weird way. He wasn't going to play it himself, though. He was just going to dig out some of the old pieces, to carve out some new ones.


The Ellimist got bored and decided to start a new Yeerk invasion. He probably enjoyed the last one, and got ready to set up his pawns. On the black side were the Yeerks. The white side, however, is yet undecided. They are humans, and they come from Richard's Animorphs Forum the planet Earth, as humans tend to do. A whole new group of humans wake up one day with a sudden urge to go find something. To dig something up. Something cubical. They somehow know exactly where it's buried. And from there....I'm sure you get my drift.


Morphs (Note: you start out with none, obviously) :


Name: Courtney Whittaker
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Morphs: None so far (the RP hasn't started yet.)
Personality: Talkative. Full of ideas, but rarely commits to them. Likes animals, but avoids coming in contact with them whenever possible. If she were on this forum, she's basically the type of kid who would just write out this post in as few words as possible.
Appearance: Average height. Skinny. Curly brown hair. Brown eyes.
Likes: Sleep, swimming, sleep, jokes, and SLEEP.
Dislikes: Being high up and spiders.
Other: ADHD.

I'm tired.

Not the first thoughts you usually hear from a future hero, but, let's face it - staying up for three hours straight drawing isn't exactly good for your health. She was actually impressed with her work. She usually wasn't this good at drawing from memory. The cube didn't even seem like a memory. Maybe it was part of some dream she would have had had she not been up at 3:00 in the morning drawing it.

She went through her usual morning routine, thinking random thoughts. One kept cruising through her mind, appearing again and again as though it was scared she would forget it otherwise.

I wonder what's buried in that old lot by the Macy's?

She grabbed a shovel from the garage. She wondered briefly why she was doing this. She dismissed it as something she would forget about in less than an hour. ADHD makes true planning impossible.

She walked her way to the spot. She would have taken her bike, but she felt she should walk. Just a feeling. She felt her mind, her ever-wandering mind, vaguely remember that she had school starting at 8:30. It was already 8:09. But it seemed like she wasn't the only one walking over there....

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Re: Another Game
« Reply #1 on: June 16, 2017, 09:32:39 PM »
Eh, might as well throw my hat into this one, seeing that I've had some free time on my hands lately

Name: Jordan Sloane
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Morphs: N/A
Personality: Quiet, almost never speaks up without being spoken to first. When he does speak, it's almost always a sarcastic comment. Complete night owl who always works third shift at his warehouse job.
Appearance:Sshort and scrawny, brown hair buzzed off into a military cut, never wears light colors, facial piercings to hell and back.
Likes: Gore movies, "edgy" music, tabletop RPGs, stargazing, and whiskey.
Dislikes: His job, needles, and Fetty Wap.
Other: Has a girlfriend (somehow), smokes cigarettes.

"One of these days, I'll get my license," Jordan mumbled to himself on his daily walk home from work. His joints ached from moving heavy boxes from one end of the warehouse to the other all night, and he was not the least bit pleased about having almost been hit by at least three reckless drivers on the way home.

He absentmindedly scratched at his fresh eyebrow piercing. Don't touch it, ya dingus, he told himself. He checked his phone; one text from Jenna. "Eh, I'll text her when I get home," he muttered. He had a million other things on his mind at the moment - work, Grandma's birthday, borderline bankruptcy . . . but one thought kept creeping its way into his head, ever since the moment he woke up. Well, not exactly a thought, but more of a compulsion, a deep-seeded need for something. What exactly this blue cube was that kept popping up in his brain was, though, he hadn't the faintest clue.

It's official, I've lost my mind. He stopped in a nondescript parking lot and lit up the last of his Marlboros. He looked at the building and questioned exactly what he was doing here - Macy's wasn't exactly his prime choice of hangout spots. He took a drag on his cigarette and tried to ignore the sound of someone, or multiple someones, approaching . . .
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Re: Another Game
« Reply #2 on: June 17, 2017, 09:12:05 AM »
Courtney wrinkled her nose at the faint cigarette smell, then began to dig faster - her parents would be home from work soon, and that woul-
She looked down at her hole and saw the same cube she had stayed up all night drawing.