AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
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Mar 23, 2023 16:53:16 GMT
Post by Henry Reese on Mar 23, 2023 16:53:16 GMT
[googlefont=Source Sans Pro][googlefont=Teko] [attr="class","carvemyname"] [attr="class","carvecount"]0000/0000 WORDS [attr="class","carveheader"] [attr="class","carveidk"] [attr="class","carveimg"] [attr="class","carvestripe"] [attr="class","carvetitle"] On The Fast Track To Game Over [attr="class","carvedesc"]Yet We Keep On Playing [attr="class","carvenotes"]Disgraced Star Quest: Pick Up A Sweet Ride~ [attr="class","carvetext"]
You ever wonder if the world is mocking you?
And I don't mean in that "Everything is going wrong!" kind of way, that's just how life is sometimes. No, I mean that the world is literally mocking every aspect of what your life was, doing everything it could to make you miserable in a way that seems directed specifically at you, even if it isn't actually directed at you?
That's how Henry felt when he learned that all vehicles had been shut down and locked behind some kind of license that the Earth was just giving out now. Because apparently it wasn't enough for the Earth to directly mock him during his class creation, it also had to lock away his only comfort besides alcohol behind some stupid restriction.
So here he is, digging through overgrown scrap piles out in the countryside of the UK hoping to find something resembling a half working motorcycle. And of course it wasn't enough that he had to dig through massive piles of trash and junk, he had to actively look for those piles of trash and junk because the world has been morphed into some "idyllic countryside" like it came out of some JR Tolkien fanfiction about hobbits fornicating or some other bull.
But hey, here we are now, digging through what meager piles of scrap he could find in the hopes of finding maybe half of a motorcycle. What was he gonna do if he found that half a motorcycle? Hell if he knew, he was barely expecting to even find the scrap piles in the first place. Maybe if he was lucky he'd find some kind of magical mechanic who knew how to repair motorcycles in this absolute hellscape of a world. And maybe if he was even luckier he'd find a million dollars and the key to infinite levels would fall out of the sky and hit him on the head.
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AGE
24
PRONOUNS
She/Her
CLASS
Twilight Traveler
UNSORTED
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Post by Serafina Kadence on Apr 2, 2023 18:15:50 GMT
| DANCING ALL ALONE TO THE SOUND OF AN ENEMY SONG TAG | OUTFIT | CLASS Twilight Rider | NOTES Well, it's something |
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f there was anyone out there who understood the anger that the system's new rules had caused, it would be two very distinct and very different groups of people: Gun nuts, who even now still complained about how the system was 'Violating their rights' or some asinine argument like that. And then, people like her. Nomads who had lived their entire lives out of one vehicle or another. People who had put all of their hopes and feelings, dreams and ideals on the back of four or more wheels. For those people, the system had taken everything they had. She'd seen a good handful of names she recognized from the days before the world had completely shifted populating the ranks of the listed casualties of 'failed' tutorials. She supposed she understood. It was hard to accept that your entire livelihood had been yanked out from under you. But then, she'd been one of the lucky ones. The system had seemingly only been able to pull on her lived experience as a nomad to generate her classes, and the one that had been most appealing to her by name alone was one that allowed her to keep at least some semblance of advanced transportation. Unfortunately, it wasn't much faster than walking anywhere. In a way, it felt like the system was mocking her. Sure, she could have her vehicles. But there were going to be some terms and conditions. Perhaps that was why she hadn't bothered to spawn in a vehicle this time, and had chosen to just walk. If anything decided to fight her, she could always just summon something portable and thwack it with that. But she also couldn't bring herself to fully give up on some of her old hobbies. The part of nomad life that had been most intriguing to her had been all of the tinkering. The slight adjustments to get just that little bit of extra life, extra power, extra comfort. It was why she'd found herself continuing to wander the countryside of England. After all, if the system had been unable to completely rewrite the memories and life of a single individual, what were the odds that it could completely remove the entirety of any trace of modern society from the entirety of a country? That thought was what had driven her to begin a search of her own. There were no real scrapyards to be found still. The mere concept seemed to have been overtaken by the natural world that the system had promoted. That was when it finally caught her eye. An unnatural glint in the distance, as well as the faint sound of metal smacking against metal. She found herself picking up the pace, turning from a casual walk into a jog. Someone had beat her to this pile, and she was gonna be damned if that meant she missed out on having something to do with her free time that wasn't trying to hunt down and kill monsters. From the direction she had approached, she couldn't see anyone. It sounded like they were on the other side of the small hill of scrap. In the grand scheme, compared to old scrapyards? This was a relatively small pile of scrap. But it was still enough scrap to make an artificial hill in the flat plains of the countryside. Serafina didn't miss a beat. With a smirk spreading across her lips, she slowly began to ascend the hill, taking a seat on an old bike seat that was sticking out of the top, right next to a bit of car frame that had been sandblasted to a mirror shine. As she looked down, she saw him. Some random guy she didn't quite recognize. Though, she certainly got the odd feeling that she should have. "Looking for something down there?" She called out, the question doused in a lightly teasing tone. ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY
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AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
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Apr 12, 2023 14:47:28 GMT
Post by Henry Reese on Apr 12, 2023 14:47:28 GMT
[googlefont=Source Sans Pro][googlefont=Teko] [attr="class","carvemyname"] [attr="class","carvecount"]0000/0000 WORDS [attr="class","carveheader"] [attr="class","carveidk"] [attr="class","carveimg"] [attr="class","carvestripe"] [attr="class","carvetitle"] On The Fast Track To Game Over [attr="class","carvedesc"]Yet We Keep On Playing [attr="class","carvenotes"]Disgraced Star Quest: Pick Up A Sweet Ride~ [attr="class","carvetext"] It's the clang of metal that catches Henry's attention as he looks over to the other side of the hill of scrap, the hairs on the back of his neck raising as he gets ready to fight whatever horrible creature is coming for his life today. He looks back down to his scrap and starts digging half heartedly once more, trying to look invested in his search while keeping all his senses on high alert for whatever else was in the area with him, if something was trying to surprise him then he'd let it think it was still hidden for now.
The thing had gotten higher up before stopping, he could see the edge of its shadow out of the corner of his eye. If it pounced for him he'd have to move fast, finding stable footing would be difficult but if he was quick enough he could at least fire one shot off before he completely lost balance, sometimes one shot was all that was needed. Five seconds have passed and the thing still hasn't pounced, he chances turning his head up to get a glimpse of just what it was that was going to be trying to kill him-
And finds himself pleasantly surprised. "A halfway decent wheel, something resembling a motorcycle frame, maybe a fully functioning Harley. Best I've found so far was a bent wrench." Even if this was just another player rather than a horrible man eating monster, that didn't mean his guard was totally down just yet. Even if this wasn't one of those Player Vs Player zones he had heard about, that still didn't mean he trusted any random stranger he ran into on the road. It doesn't take all too much effort to set up an "accident" that indirectly kills someone, even if he didn't have much to rob, she didn't know that.
"How about you stranger, just here for the nice view? Or are you looking for some unlucky idiot to try and make a run at his pockets?" Might as well clear the air now, her answer would tell him a lot about what kind of person he was dealing with. An honest passerby, a liar trying to get on his good side, or maybe just a psycho, Henry thought himself to be pretty good at sniffing out who's who back in the old world. And no matter how much changes, people don't change that much, not enough to fool his nose.
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