On the surface, 25th Street is your average American Suburban Neighborhood. But some people say that some of the residents are... Unusual. Unusual enough that they may not be, well, human. But it can be difficult to know who's who. You'll have to choose your friends carefully. And if you're not careful enough, you'll end up like the majority of the people who used to live here... Dead.
*Hmmm... Gimme some thinking time, and this plce will go crazy*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
As the shadows grow longer ad the sun dips lower in the sky, someone is walking down the streets devoid of people, save for the other few brvely stupid or stupidly brave residents of 25th Street.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
A couple in a green house with a Ferrari parked out front lick their lips and wave.
The person grunts, a metal bird mask obscurring their features, wearing a large trench coat.
"Oy. How are ya."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
A woman in a blue house looks at you and spits in the grass.
A man in a brown house with peeling paint waves a little too eagerly.
A couple in a green house with a Ferrari parked out front lick their lips and wave.
*This is for both of you guys to intro to*
Alen is walking by.
You hear screaming and gunshots from a house on the other side of the street... A large grey house with two stories. But no one else seems to hear, or care.
A couple in a green house with a Ferrari parked out front lick their lips and wave.
The person grunts, a metal bird mask obscurring their features, wearing a large trench coat.
"Oy. How are ya."
The couple has hands linked and they stare at you with beady little eyes. They speak in almost perfect unison.
"Hello. Would you like to come in?"
"... I would like to come in."
They adjust their mask, and step inside.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
A woman in a blue house looks at you and spits in the grass.
A man in a brown house with peeling paint waves a little too eagerly.
A couple in a green house with a Ferrari parked out front lick their lips and wave.
*This is for both of you guys to intro to*
Alen is walking by.
You hear screaming and gunshots from a house on the other side of the street... A large grey house with two stories. But no one else seems to hear, or care.
“What’ happening?!”
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Gulpmissile Day on Feb. 15 every year. (Now with Gulp in the world of lurkers.)
A couple in a green house with a Ferrari parked out front lick their lips and wave.
The person grunts, a metal bird mask obscurring their features, wearing a large trench coat.
"Oy. How are ya."
The couple has hands linked and they stare at you with beady little eyes. They speak in almost perfect unison.
"Hello. Would you like to come in?"
"... I would like to come in."
They adjust their mask, and step inside.
The couple follows behind you and the door slams shut with a click as the lock slides into place almost silently.
The man and woman separate and go to opposite ends of the large entry room.
The man walks closer to you and holds out a glass full of thick red liquid. "Would you like some lemonade?" The woman seems to also whisper these words as he says them.
A woman in a blue house looks at you and spits in the grass.
A man in a brown house with peeling paint waves a little too eagerly.
A couple in a green house with a Ferrari parked out front lick their lips and wave.
*This is for both of you guys to intro to*
Alen is walking by.
You hear screaming and gunshots from a house on the other side of the street... A large grey house with two stories. But no one else seems to hear, or care.
“What’ happening?!”
Nobody responds. The door of the house opens a peek and the world goes quiet
Your view turns to black and you collapse on the ground. Hours pass, and you finally awaken inside a cozy house, lying on a couch, a woman standing over you.
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On the surface, 25th Street is your average American Suburban Neighborhood. But some people say that some of the residents are... Unusual. Unusual enough that they may not be, well, human. But it can be difficult to know who's who. You'll have to choose your friends carefully. And if you're not careful enough, you'll end up like the majority of the people who used to live here... Dead.
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Rules: No cussing (use (GP) instead), no long quote chains, no arguments, no hate speech, keep it PG-13, be kind.
Roles: Regular players get to be residents, but prove yourself, and you can be a mod... Which means you don't have to be human anymore...
Mods: Me
And don't forget to have fun!
*Ooohhh... Looks fun! hehehehehehehehheheheeHEEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEH EH EMUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHH!!!!!!!*
*Hmmm... Gimme some thinking time, and this plce will go crazy*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
:}
*This. This is cool beans.*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*Yay! Coolest beans.*
*I’ll join, also how do I “prove myself?”*
Gulpmissile Day on Feb. 15 every year. (Now with Gulp in the world of lurkers.)
Alex’s Forms, Google Doc. Alex = My Book Character.
Bill Cipher Cult
*Yay! You just have to either survive and kill the monsters or just make a REALLY good effort*
*Ok, doesn’t seem too hard. I’ll play Alen.*
Gulpmissile Day on Feb. 15 every year. (Now with Gulp in the world of lurkers.)
Alex’s Forms, Google Doc. Alex = My Book Character.
Bill Cipher Cult
As the shadows grow longer ad the sun dips lower in the sky, someone is walking down the streets devoid of people, save for the other few brvely stupid or stupidly brave residents of 25th Street.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
A woman in a blue house looks at you and spits in the grass.
A man in a brown house with peeling paint waves a little too eagerly.
A couple in a green house with a Ferrari parked out front lick their lips and wave.
*This is for both of you guys to intro to*
Alen is walking by.
Gulpmissile Day on Feb. 15 every year. (Now with Gulp in the world of lurkers.)
Alex’s Forms, Google Doc. Alex = My Book Character.
Bill Cipher Cult
The person grunts, a metal bird mask obscurring their features, wearing a large trench coat.
"Oy. How are ya."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
The couple has hands linked and they stare at you with beady little eyes. They speak in almost perfect unison.
"Hello. Would you like to come in?"
You hear screaming and gunshots from a house on the other side of the street... A large grey house with two stories. But no one else seems to hear, or care.
<This is why you don't talk to strangers, kids.>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
"... I would like to come in."
They adjust their mask, and step inside.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Not on 25th Street you don't.*
“What’ happening?!”
Gulpmissile Day on Feb. 15 every year. (Now with Gulp in the world of lurkers.)
Alex’s Forms, Google Doc. Alex = My Book Character.
Bill Cipher Cult
The couple follows behind you and the door slams shut with a click as the lock slides into place almost silently.
The man and woman separate and go to opposite ends of the large entry room.
The man walks closer to you and holds out a glass full of thick red liquid. "Would you like some lemonade?" The woman seems to also whisper these words as he says them.
Nobody responds. The door of the house opens a peek and the world goes quiet
Your view turns to black and you collapse on the ground. Hours pass, and you finally awaken inside a cozy house, lying on a couch, a woman standing over you.