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Here are a few writing prompts to choose from. Tag me if interested in RPing any of these scenarios where I can use an existing character or create NPCs for the thread. If you have your own ideas feel free to share! You (metahuman) fall in love with a human. A classic story of forbidden love...

Survivor. Or should I be calling you Hero? I’m in need of your service, again. These lands have been corrupted. Metahuman are walking among us in plain sight. For the longest time we didn't know how to tell them apart from regular folks like you and me, but now we do. Thanks to your help, we’re...

You there, survivor. I got a favor to ask. We need your help fighting those filthy Raiders. They’ve been a thorn in our side since this whole “zombiepocalypse”started. I’m sure you already know Raiders are nasty bunch. Way worse than Bad Wolf. They’ll go after zombies and humans alike. Doesn’t...

Survivor. You’re making quite a name for yourself out here. Looking for another job? Winter is coming and I’m sad to say our food supplies might be running a little low. We still haven't recovered from that META attack. Our numbers are lower than they’ve ever been. With less of us out there...

Survivor. Damn. You actually did it, you won the fight. Color me impressed. But the war’s only just begun. Unfortunately not every Z is so keen on giving in just yet. Getting rid of those ugly sons of b****es ain’t as easy as we thought. There’s a META wrecking havoc out west. I’ve lost too many...

Welcome, Survivor. Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. If you’re looking for work, you’ve come to the right place. Our territory has been surrounded by small groups of Z’s and it's just a matter of time before they attack. Fortunately, they haven't formed a big group yet, so they should be...

"Look alive," Ashford chuckled, which turned to hysterical laughter as he heard the beating hearts of the guards coming for them. They won't take us yet. We're not hungry enough. Jade thought to herself. They came in with their weapons drawn. The cages were loaded onto pallet jacks and taken...

No problem! Good luck with school! @nico

"Don't worry, girly girl," Ashford chuckled darkly at the worried Pandora and Seulgi as drool dribbled down his chin, "it'll be over in a New York minute." "Stop it," Jade spat. "You're scaring her. What the hell's wrong with you?" "Listen, friend, I'm just being honest. This is just what...

Ashford could hear them before they came in. The unmistakable sound of real hearts beating in their chests. They left the crates stacked in the corner, but not for long. Some of them came back to put them in the cages. The crates were brought in, and they locked them in before pressing a button...

Immediately, Black's mind began to burn with questions. These guys were clearly trying to take them all in alive, no matter how many of them she personally took out. These guys, whoever was in charge of them, were clearly expendable thugs meant to do the dirty work. Black could kill them all...

Black considered several options. She could let them have her. Sure, the guy with the hand she'd crushed could easily be taken care of, and managing to get away from the sniper's eye wouldn't be too hard--for her, anyway. Before she could finish deciding on a course of action, however...

"Wouldn't do that if I was you, sweetheart," warned a menacing voice from her left. If she noticed, she was currently surrounded by men with rifles and pistols, "do the smart thing," Perhaps the girl should have taken a chance on using fire. It might have been blown around the room by the force...

For clarification: All the chacaracters, including Jade, are being rounded up. It’s up to each character to decide whether they want to fight, or they want to run, or be captured. There’s the possibility of escape so long as it’s within their means. If captured, you may work together to survive...

The dirty man store purposefully, with the gait of someone confident of their goal, though they lacked a clue. Walk any faster and the temptation to run would consume them. A nice, steady pace served best. His smile was forced, bland, a coherence off young wrinkles drawing his brows together...

The viser of the motorcycle helmet she still wore was a little scraped up but still worked. On it, she was able to magnify what was happening on the other side of the road. A nice little piece of tech the military sent her off with. She guessed they were good for something, even if she was...

Since there's so few people I'd say post order doesn't matter much at this time @nico

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@nico totally fine! I’ll post a reply tonight