The year is 2020. It's a normal day in New York. Over the radio and on television, there comes news of a meteorite impacting the Earth. On it came the death's angels. Large, monstrous beasts with no eyes, no nose, just an unmatchable sense of hearing. Their thick hides are unable to be penetrated, nobody could figure out how to kill them. One long, hard year later. Everyone lives in silence. Making a sound means they'll find you, and when that happens, you're done for. One day, wandering the city, you stumble upon an old library. Inside there are others, hiding from the monsters. You can join them, but they have just one rule: Stay Quiet.
Rules:
Keep your characters human (this may be changed later)
Censor all profanity.
BEsides that, go crazy! (It is the apocalypse after all!)
A young girl, 15 or so, with shoulder length blonde hair, a slipknot t-shirt and ripped up jeans and socks (No shoes because they're too loud), along with piece of cloth around her mouth to prevent talking, is walking down a sand path towards the old library.
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
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The year is 2020. It's a normal day in New York. Over the radio and on television, there comes news of a meteorite impacting the Earth. On it came the death's angels. Large, monstrous beasts with no eyes, no nose, just an unmatchable sense of hearing. Their thick hides are unable to be penetrated, nobody could figure out how to kill them. One long, hard year later. Everyone lives in silence. Making a sound means they'll find you, and when that happens, you're done for. One day, wandering the city, you stumble upon an old library. Inside there are others, hiding from the monsters. You can join them, but they have just one rule: Stay Quiet.
Rules:
Keep your characters human (this may be changed later)
Censor all profanity.
BEsides that, go crazy! (It is the apocalypse after all!)
(Is this a quiet place tavern, because that movie rules, lemme write up my intro)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*indeed. you like my "A Quiet Place from Wish.com" name remake?*
(You should have made it "The Silent Spot" but I do like it.)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*Lol*
*IMJOININGTHIS*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*yey :D*
*I think I've finished my character, a man in his 40's, and he was in the national guard when everything happened.
“ can I eat them?”
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
*Heh?!*
“ the monsters “ can I eat them?
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
*No, but they can eat you.*
“ that’s even better, I’m in””
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
*Spooky boi go monch*
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
A young girl, 15 or so, with shoulder length blonde hair, a slipknot t-shirt and ripped up jeans and socks (No shoes because they're too loud), along with piece of cloth around her mouth to prevent talking, is walking down a sand path towards the old library.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)