“I- Alright.”
Alden’s face drew into a brief grimace, eyes locking onto the man’s for a moment before darting away. His amicable jokes seemed to be contorting themselves into different shapes; although not untypical, Reginald’s verbal response certainly was. Perhaps there was some defensiveness...
Alden nodded, seemingly unaware of Reginald’s shocked expression. He picked up a stray can from the shelf- gaze quickly scanning over its label.
“Canned pancake mix? Are you some kind of apocalypse planner?”
He half joked, tossing Reginald the can with ease.
A shadow flowed through the aisles, Alden’s head swung around to face the man, an instant look of realization drawing through his features. He forced an awkward laugh, hand snapping to his ear and pulling out the headphones: a singular can clattered to the floor. He scrambled to replace it...
The air of the Aisles carried a bleak chill- one that tasted of heartless economic superiority… and there was the lanky, blonde figure of Alden Thomas stalking shelves, back slouched. Tangled headphone wires hung limply about his neck, the faint melody of Mozart’s Jupiter Symphony bleeding...
The hours went by rapidly as Alden continued his work, the flow of his consciousness shifting to follow the endless diagrams of brain-scans and lists of symptoms. His mind seemed to move independently of the rest of him, hands automatically scrawling pencil marks that trailed neatly along the...
Alden initially shrugged at the thunderous response, at least he hadn’t gone without an attempt- but his mind still pondered as he sat there, scribbling down notes on the borrowed textbook. He couldn’t avoid such an opportunity, such an experience for furthering his view on the complexities of...
Alden laughed at the recluse’s response, drawing his forearm across the table and shifting his weight forward; blonde hair cascading down to blanket the sides of his face.
“Just between you and me, people don’t really follow typical social standards here. Quite the good ground for behavioral...
A lanky figure slinked through the towering walls of the non-fiction section, gaze poised on the endless spines of literature. Their Thin, nimble hands traced the shelves; clearing a path through the caked dust. With a soft crumbling of a piece of parchment, they reviewed the ‘required...
Struck by lightning. Both are horrible ways to go, but lava will slowly gnaw into your flesh and bone until your internal systems are compromised- whereas Lightning would lead to a (reasonably quick) demise. I am aware of how death by electrocution can be quite the agonizing demise, but I’d take...
Incredibly difficult for me to choose, in all honesty- I grew up on a lot of fantasy narratives, but have found myself drawn to Sci-fi recently. I think that - for roleplaying - it is much easier for me to work in fantasy settings. You just get to relax - while throwing elves with spears at...
Being able to go into a world away from my own- building up nonsense laws and characters to fit in the giant ant-colony that is the world that they live in. You can shape everything in any way that you like, all while receiving pushes and pulls from other people; influencing your narrative in a...
Oh, I’ve been doing this for quite some time- but only with friends. I typically like to dive into long-standing narratives that piece themselves together as time goes on.
Hello! Apologies for the inactivity- I’ve been busy, lol. I’ve been sort-of scanning all of your ideas for narratives as I wait to gain approval from the moderators- but I would still like to ask: what are some potential ideas/concepts that you all would like to see, but haven’t seen anyone use?
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