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Title: [Reina: The Alois's Arc]
[Soap][1x1+][Adventure, SciFi, Horror][Based off of Stone Cold {Personal Novel}]
"Reina...These people, this game,"
Year One, winter was brewing once more. The people’s skin having been used to the bitter cold. Having dealt with decades of the cold that laced the Earth. Radiation, the help of radiation brought upon the world and graced it with warmth. As well as those who call themselves the Pariah. The Pariah hadn’t yet overcome the government but, with the people’s help, they were succeeding. The Pariah’s information overwhelmed and encased them. The Pariah returned to hiding, rumors calling upon them their hidden quarters with New York, within Vera and Melbourne, where it had begun once more with Nazareth Hernandez, the one who calls herself Reina. The Queen of the whole organization of the Pariah.
"It's inhumane. Oh, that I know..."
It was classified to be the start of the renaissance arc of the world. With spring having faded, after the end of the everlasting winter, the Glacial Era ended and the seasons returned. Smiles and rejoice haven’t brought upon the world. The Revenants, the creatures with inches long nails to impale their victims, those with razor-sharp teeth, and their tight skin to keep them warm from the winter, those Revenants remained to loom the Earth. Had the winter gone, where the hope for those creatures to return. With the powers of Reina, her mind, her touch to have them overcome the Revenants were temporal. The safe zones like Vera remained standing and the rich lived ever lavishly. Without the technology once provided with the click of a button, the clap of a hand, voice activation vanished before one’s eyes another form of entertainment arose.
"He's behind it and you know that, and you're just going to stand idly?"
Numbers. A numbers game often times with the rich. Those brutal locations, towns like Revda, Umba, Varzuga, Chupa and many more became victims to the game. The game the rich played named Alois meaning warrior in German. Those who played Alois were—
You awakened with a start. Silence welcomed your startled state of mind. Met with a brick ceiling seeming to be collapsing with age, confused you further. “Where...Am I?” Your voice filled the dreadful silence. You became familiar with the voice, sounding awful and speaking caused an uncomfortable scratching in your throat. Water. Water is what you needed at the moment but, your head swirled with questions within your mind. A simple name, a name seemingly so imprinted within your mind you couldn’t help but recall it. Was it your name? No. It was someone special someone who had promised to aid you. “Reina..” A name you spoke to see if the woman with long brown locks were to be within your vision before you. But, no one had arrived at the call of her name.
You lifted your hands and looked down at them, perplexed with the shade and undertone of them. You saw moved your eyes around and about, as a newborn looking to the world for the first time. You were met with further destruction. You pushed yourself upward and marveled at the simple movements. On your feet, you begin walking slowly. There was an opened door and upon the corner of the door hung a bag. It was a satchel like a bag and it seemed to urge you to look inside. There you found nothing but a notebook, a notebook, and a folder. You reached into the bag and took out the folder finding pages of papers with information on it. You began reading the paper to find:
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[Profile of {Insert Name}]
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Having read this information that been spewed towards you, recollection of those memories having been stripped away from you were clear. However, those sheets of paper didn’t quite end there. Provided to you was a list of your own detailed information of your skills to survive the wasteland that was created from the American government and the Revenants that loomed the earth. You continued reading seeing what the rich have on you:
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[Statistics]
NOTE: PLEASE, [INSERT NAME] CONTINUE TO UPDATE
Time Survived:
Towns Visited:
Starting Location: Pechenga [REVENANT FREE]
Kills:
--Animals
-Rats:
--Radioactive Animals
--Bandits:
Injuries Received:
--Head:
--Left Hand:
--Right Hand:
--Torso:
--Left Leg
--Right Leg
Diseases Received:
Weapon Skills
--Melee Weapons
--Crossbows
--Firearms
--Explosives
General Skills
--Survival
--Mechanics
--Chemistry
--Cooking
--Sewing
--Blacksmithing
Noticable Caution
--Hunger // --Thirst // --Fatigue //
--Radiation // --Poisoning // --Bleeding
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The rich.You assumed they were crazy with this game they had designed. Clenching at the folder you read the last few lines of the folder. “Survive with your group, Aria.” You said aloud. Clenching at the folder you sighed. Towards the back of the folder with all those jumbled sheets of paper out of the way, you notice a map. Something useful at last! You look at the map and notice three prime locations. A garage, possibly just for fixing cars the coming in and out from the south-eastern side of Pechenga, as you assumed the city you were was called. George's Garage. Having been outside, from the house you were in, you could see the road across from the house to seeing that large sign of the garage. Now, you knew where you were. You stepped a bit further outside and noticed beside you was the department store. Nodding to yourself, you got familiar with the town of Pechenga. Behind the department store was a home, hopefully still intact, you were sure from where you stood. Next to the house seemed to be a school, large school at that. Wilson's High School. Behind the school were a few more homes until met with a hotel. Kovdor Hotel. Further down the road an apartment building and some more houses for the who could afford the ost. Across the hotel was an post office[i], perhaps it'll help with the time and what's happening within Pechenga. From north-western side of the [i]post office was the grocery store, western of the post office was an office building, from people within the town to work. Next to the office building was a pharmcy. Behind those buildings was an motel, a simple motel without much of a name to it. Next to the motel was another apartment building for more residents. Lastly, what shocked you the most was the military base that was north-eastern of the town. However, you heard footsteps within the home you had awoken in. You were surprised to see [someone/people] with [a bag/bags] with them.
"Who are you...?" You called to them. -
Title: The Time
[Soap][1x1][Historical, SciFi]
Time: 3:50 AM
Date: August 16th, XX
"Muse A...Are you there?"
Muse B had spoken aloud. Time travel had become possible and all that was kept secreted by those who had passed. Muse A, having once been a prime guest at Queen Mary, having remained within the infamous room that would be known as B340. Muse A had been to be a luxurious [man/woman] who was gaining riches from their [line of work]. Had it came May 17th, 1938 was the voyage that Muse A had ridden. [She/He] had come to England for business, to later return to America to continue work. It was then, that upon their return to America did the Second World War begin and with the pressure from family members to ensure a permanent name within the papers did [she/he] join the military.
Muse A became a [nurse/soldier] and had unexpectedly returned to the new troopship of Queen Mary to later be nicknamed the Grey Ghost. September 5th, 1939, a year later on her voyage from and to America. [She/He] had assisted the Allied soldiers throughout the duration of the war. Though, as time went by, did the chaos of the war leaned thick among Muse A. [She/He] had been stressed over as the wars continued forth. Working as a [soldier/nurse] did [her/his] death become truer, and was rested uneasily. The untimely death, guaranteed for greatness and more, caused the rude awakening of Muse A's spirit. Having whispered secrets to guest passengers, threatened the lives of passengers, and caused the death of some who dared crossed Muse A's path.
Communication with Muse A had become difficult as the Queen Mary aged. The historical significance of the ship continued forth. Muse A wanting nothing but, peace from death. Muse A had become an enraged ghost, having felt it was unfair for their business, for their family, and for their friends. Muse A wanted nothing more but more time on Earth.
"We know you're there,"
Muse B is a time traveler, having wished to cease the secrets Muse A spread to the passengers that caused them to question the government, to question their sanity. Communication with Muse A was important at first, for traveling through time risked messing with the timeline. For the life Muse A lived, it was important not the mess with the Second World War. Muse B, having received once more, no communication with Muse A for quite a few times now. Muse B was prepared to travel in time and disguise themselves as a simple [nurse/soldier] to grow closer to Muse A. To hopefully calm [her/his] lively spirit, to ensure that Muse B makes Muse A's life fulfillment.
"If you won't talk, I'll meet you in your own timeline. Hopefully, you'll talk to me then," -
Title: Adolescene
[Soap][Group Soap][Horror, Drama]
"The number of infected and confirmed deaths from the mutations of the rabies virus has passed over one million claimed victims. Those numbers continue to increase as the virus spreads further south, taking the entirety of the United State's east coast. The Government has called from some states to be placed under lockdown. This...includes Florida as the virus comes closer to the Floridan borders as well as the assumed creature—"
"Hundreds and hundreds of bodies had flooded the streets and the lockdown continues forth going on for more than five days. Martial law has been proclaimed within at least twenty-two counties within Florida. Until further notice, most counties should remain under lockdown until Government has arrived within the following: Hernando, Pinellas, Hillsborough, Polk, Osceola, Brevard, and Oran—"
The teacher lowered the volume as the students scattered about the classroom. You shift your gaze to the barricaded door, wondering with the others of how much longer would you all have to wait for. Food hadn't been an option for the students within the classroom, water had been limited as we all feared one day, the water fountains will be rendered useless. Fear of leaving the emptied hall had vanished, as desperation replaced the fear. However, those cannibals lurked out in the halls, throughout the days and throughout the nights, tapping against the window's classroom glass, beckoning for us to leave. Some kids sought refugee within the storage closet, to be away from the sound.
"We have to do something," Spoke up a student.
"Yeah! We can't stay here and starve to death, [Mr/Ms/Mrs][Last Name]," Called another.
The teacher lifted their gaze, listening to the soft hum of the static from their radio. [She/he] looked to their students, sighed and lowered their head. "We're all going to starve," Mumbled another student. You looked to your fellow students; some had somber expressions, some had relaxed expressions, welcoming death with open arms. "I have an idea...But," You spoke up, finding your voice within the thick silence. "I'm going to need help," You continued.
Informational Email: 6 Days Old
Dear Teachers,
As you know, we have been placed upon immediate lockdown and this may sound informal but, I'm sure most of you haven't been informed about why certain counties have been on lockdown. Well, I have just been informed that they're creatures lurking around. The Immortus Anthropophagous. I call them f---ing cannibals, that's what they are. They're pale grey, skin-tight motherf---ers who can withstand the cold which explains why they come from the North. And they lure people, acting like victims, acting like sirens. Be careful, they're as fast as a human but, much more dangerous, more intelligent and stronger. Good luck, try to survive.
Main Character Options
- Teacher [22+]: One Teacher
- Students [15-18]: Roughly Thirty
- Teacher Assistant [15+]: Optional
Character Role Options
Comander[s]/Leader[s]: Being a commander is a rough job, with about thirty students who all want to survive and see their families. Having to make executive decisions for the other. They have to protect the class from bandits and the cannibals. You have to make a decision on who goes where, outings to get food and other needed supplies, the basic of survival. You also have to make sure it's safe everyone to leave the school, where everyone is going, and so forth. Think ahead, play it smart. Not everyone may even agree with you and you may not be the only leader.
Advisor[s]: Replacement of the leader. In case things go south with whoever is in control, the advisor or advisors is capable of taking control. You are the voice of the people. This, however, causes conflict if the people aren’t capable of getting what they want. Be a good communicator between the authorities and the people. You have to make it clear, make sure people aren’t turning on each other.
Enforcer[s]: This is a hard job. Fear is always a leading cause to control a group of this many people. However, fear can lead to hate and the overruling of the current leader. The enforcer must not be afraid to kill or take control of the situation when someone is acting out of hand. You keep the people under control to be able to have everyone to survive. Your hands might get dirty.
Communication Specialist[s]: The communication specialist attempts to make contact with the Government and/or survivors who are willing to lead out an helping hand. The communication specialist also communicates with the group, much like a friend, and allows them to know who’s going out, who’s staying, what job is being done. They make sure people understand what’s going on through communication. Primary job is to communicate with the Government and fellow survivors who may know more than the others.
Medical Specialist[s]: Anyone can get hurt on the job, and when they do, they need to be treated. Not everyone can be a doctor, or have medical knowledge but, some is better than none. Even so, if you can’t help with wounds, you could help with one’s mental help, and have their health be restored. You help people, one way or another.
Weapons Specialist[s]: Weapons. Not everyone likes the idea of weapons but, it’s needed when trying to survive. You may or may not know a lot about weaponry but, you surely know how to kill someone or something when it comes down to it. You could also create weapons if you’re into that field of specialty for weapons.
Scavenger[s]/Scout[s]: Scavengers, they’re quick, quiet, and observant...probably. Scavengers differ from scouts, they’re more preferred for the cities if they know what to get and can move quickly. Scavengers requested from the leader for their often times used from quick outings for some supplies that are needed urgently. Scouts, however, need to have some time to plan their routes and have estimates of how long it’ll take for them to get everything, and they need to look through everything and be more thorough. [Scavengers/Scouts Group Size: 3-6 people]
Tradesmen/man: In case you have met with other survivors, you may want to trade with them if supplies are sacred. Some trades could be more severe than others, tradesmen may be able to communicate with the leader to see if some trades are worth it than others. Often times knows what and what can’t be traded.
Shopkeeper[s]/Supply Manager[s]: It’s necessary to know the number of weapons, food, water, and so forth that the group has. It’s also necessary to know who gets what and who doesn’t. Especially with a low food supply. Keep count of everything, you may or may not know who’s going to steal from the group.
Cook[s]/Chef[s]: Food. Someone needs to know how to cook for safe consumption, not everything can be simply eaten raw. Even water needs to be boiled to be safe for drinking due to the high amount of people who are getting infected with no leading cause.
Interpreter[s]: An important role for the group when they’re out traveling, especially if it’s not clear who’s out there or even if they speak another language.
Guide[s]: Another important role for when people are traveling out into the wastelands of what the cannibals left behind. They have knowledge of the land, environment, zombie populations and hazards.
Survivalist[s]: Someone should have this role especially for when the group eventually gets to more rural areas. Extensive knowledge of the outdoors such as hunting, fishing, trapping, camping, general survival, and knowledge of weapon use. Some of these can be taught or learned from a book found on a scavenge mission.
Agricultural Expert[s]: Eventually, or if, you all settle down in a location with good farmlands. Someone is going to need to know how to grow food to be able to survive when supplies run out. -
Title: Old Friend
Genre: Horror, Romance
Prompt One of One Hundred Prompt-Plot Challenge {Inspriation}:
* Change in the Weather, Tears
* "I'm not going to apologize for this. Not anymore."
I'm bound with chains...
A summer’s evening has always been pleasant to some. The mere warmth and gentle breeze as the sun began to set and soothingly moving into the night. A comfortable, pleasant setting for some. Only mid-June did the weather begin to change. From the cool summer evenings did it turn into rough storms. Those storms that caused the thunder to become loud and booming, lightning to flash quickly and fill one’s room with light. A mere shocking moment of that flash did it cause one’s heart to jump in fright, or to settle some with the calmness of the clattering raindrops against their window. Summer nights, in mid-June.
Muse A would oftentimes travel North within June to visit distant relatives. Often times spending summer nights with the wrecking warmth of the sun or the chilling thunderstorms that filled the home. Muse A had spent time with their family, traveling north to Michigan. Spending time with their [uncle/aunt] for the fourth time in a row, instead of traveling towards Oregon to spend time with their [grandfather/grandmother]. Traveling through car did their family often time stop by old antique stores, gas stations, and local shops; sometimes, if Muse A was lucky, visit old stores where their old friends from the state would hang out and spend time with them. It was mid-June when her family had pulled into a stop, their [mother/father]’s favorite old shop in northern Virginia.
I'm filled with memories...
The shopkeeper seemed keen on old toys, some from the Victorian era, some much older; some seem new, however, perhaps a mere scheme to attract new customers. “Hello,” Greeted the old shopkeeper. Her grey hair had been pulled back into a bun as her seemingly kind brown eyes gazed to Muse A’s direction. “Hey…” Muse A greeted back. They turned their attention to the old toys and noticed some other interesting old objects that their parents were more fond of. The store fairly large, Muse A took their time exploring their rest stop. They breathed in the old, faint scent of the dolls, some old perfumes and the small hint of some old books. It was a scent of old times, forgiving times. Muse A went towards the back and heard faint singing. It was a soothing voice that seemed to irked them further. Muse A turned their back to the shopkeeper, watching the old woman chat with their [mother/father]. Muse A, although [not the curious/fairly curious] type of person, found themselves reaching for the silver doorknob. They pushed the door open and found old dolls with rotten scents to them, like a room filled with decaying bodies. The scent strong but, the singing became louder.
I'm covered in scars...
The singing was ever enchanting and reminded Muse A of sirens, sirens alluring the sailors into the ocean. Muse A closed the door after them, the singing increasing once they were alone. They followed after the singing, dolls staring down to Muse A from the high shelves they rested on. Muse A approached one doll in particular, with a certain style of clothing from their [long/short] hair to their eye color. They seemed ordinary like any other doll but, besides them was a radio, played on a channel, possibly one of the old lady’s favorite. Muse A turned to the doll but, with further inspection noticed the cracks on the doll’s form. Covered head to toe was the cracks thin and hard to see from afar. Muse A lifted the doll from their placement upon the table that was littered with doll parts, and eyes that turned to gaze to them.
I'm built out of rage...
The doll began to seem weighted within their hands. And grew heavier and heavier than before. The doll had once been as light as a feather now have been heavier than a boulder and grew heavier. The air seemed to become thin, becoming harder to breathe. Muse A’s hands were beginning to burn from the mere touch of the doll but, the singing from the radio refused for them to remove her hands from the doll. And the doll began [repeating the words in a whisper/singing along] to the song. “Muse A!” Called their [mother/father]. Muse A, startled from the sudden shout and dropped the doll. A flash of light and smoke emitted from the cracked doll. The top of the doll’s head had been broken off and the smoke was revealed, a [smirk/smile] then appeared on the doll’s lips. Surprised, there before Muse A, from the clearing smoke revealed a [man/woman].
I'm bound with chains
Those [color] eyes searched in Muse A’s as the person before them [smiled/smirked] to Muse A. Chains were on their [neck/wrists/ankles]. The chains weren’t very long, as the chain ended soon, the end of it being held with Muse B’s hand. “Well..Thank you,” Spoke Muse B. “For letting me out of that doll,” Muse B said. Muse A stepped [back from/closer to] Muse B. “Who...What are you?” Questioned Muse A. “You see I’m a [species]...I was cursed from some wicked witch, for a crime I didn’t commit,” Muse A stared to Muse B, quite surprised from their words. “How unfortunate...Isn’t it?” Muse B continued. “Now, you see, I’m on borrowed time,” Muse B picked up the doll and the broken pieces. “I have to to be free...And it’s wrong for someone to be wrongfully accused of a crime they didn’t commit, right?” Muse B continued. “Mind helping me…? It’s been some time since I’ve been locked in that prison and I don’t want the witch to find me. Will you help me..? For me to not get caught,” Muse B [smiled/smirked]. “I need a new body...Can you help, Muse A?” Muse A turned to their name once more being called from their parents. A decision has to be made before they were found. “I wonder what in the world is that [man/woman] is doing..?” Questioned the old woman, her footsteps being heard.
"You have to make a decision, Muse A. Help me." -
Title: Devil, Devil
Genre: Horror, Romance, Fantasy [1x1]
Prompt Two {Inspiration}:
*Obessesion, Worship
* "Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy..."
O, broken-hearted one, your soul has grown weary…
Muse A wandered further and further from the old, private school. Further from the students, further from the dormitories, further from the noise. Near the school about a mile away, had been a beach. A simple beach, that belonged underneath the school’s near, oftentimes used for seniors to simply go out, drink and smoke but, the stories, the rumors upon the beach drove those fearful students away. Only the fearless came. Muse A took a breath, gazed to the oceans, to the lone island where that rotten oak tree stood. Muse A questioned what their intentions were to come, to go to that island, a small swim to the island. With a mere reminder of questions to why they remembered; they remembered their reasoning being [reason]. With a sigh, Muse A approached the beach, the dirt turning into the warm sand beneath their feet. Muse A continued to walk forward, approaching the sea. The stopped their [shoes/feet] having touched the ocean waters. Muse A looked to the sea once more, looking longingly to the old, rotting oak tree.
“The Devil’s tree,” They scoffed. An old tale, the teachers told the students to avoid trouble with them. “A simple tree,” They mumbled. “With a man who stands there, when alone, when sad, when gone from your mind, when you feel God has left you,” They continued. Every reason, every story of the tree coming to mind. “He comes, he sings, he saves you,” They stepped forward. “And where is he...When I need it?” Muse A questioned, their words floating with the sea’s breeze. Silence filled and that’s when the Muse A laughed. “Should’ve known better than to listen to them,” Muse A turned, their back to the sea and began to hike up the beach, heading for the forest that surrounded their school. Though, they froze. A chilling voice filled the air, it was hypnotizing and everso memorizing it enlaced their voice’s into their memory.
Have you turned to the rippling tides to engulf your lonely tears?
Muse A looked to their feet, creeping sadness crawling up and down their back, soothing them to the water. They stepped back, water tickling their ankles and feet. The events, every moment they had cried, shouted, screamed and fight, washing over them like a crashing wave. And Muse A cried. They shed their tears, it rolling down their cheeks as they sobbed and sobbed to the soothing voice.
May the waves embrace you,
Lull you softly to sleep…
Muse B watched from afar, from their familiar dead oak tree. Watching the figure stand there and weep. They watched the figure inch towards the oceans, looking down to the waters, seeing the sirens begin to sing with them. They walked backward, entering further and further into the sea, approaching them.
Ease away all the hurt and pain
That you’ve carried through the years
Muse A had begun to float, their back touching the water, soaking their clothing. Muse B caught a glimpse of their features, as Muse A allowed their body to relax and float along the sea, tears streaking down the sides of their features. It lulled them further and further into the sea, coming closer and closer to the small lone island with Muse B’s oak tree. “What should we do to them?” Called the siren, a small smile gracing their lips. “Bring them, we needed one more, they could be the last,” Muse B spoke. The soft melodies of the sirens rang through the waters, and brought Muse A deep into the sea, deep under the waters. Muse B watched from where they stood. “And that makes three..” Muse B mumbled.
But if given the chance,
Would you forget the past?
*Note: Describe what Muse A is going through, and what brings them to the supposed Devil’s Tree. Also include why did Muse B need three. Include three of what? Humans? Those who were suffering emphasis. Also, mention where Muse A is being brought to, and why do the sirens listen to Muse B, Key point, this story is centered around Muse A and Muse B, if it wasn’t obvious but, they quite frankly aren’t the only ones, side characters are key within the story as well.
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