Smiles wandering around and sees a camp with some survivors and starts to think to himself

“Maybe I can have some fun with them for while.”

Smiles: One fire sword one ice sword

Name Its a secret but people call him Smiles
age 20
bio Most of his past he keeps to himself and wont talk about it. He is just as likely to kill you as to save you. He has a goal, but he will tell you that he is looking for someone, but not who or why. He makes you believe he is a reckless idiot but in truth he his an intelligent person who… Read more

name: Ray Code
age: 15
bio: When the WW3 started, his father was forced to go to war, losing him there.
His mother fell ill soon after, dying shortly. He was left alone, only seeing sadness in everyone faces, so he rised with the motto of always being happy, and trying to make people smile.
side: Good
looks: He’s tall, has blonde/brown… Read more

Mia: hurry….

S: rushes up the stairs then comes back down with a needle and uses it on mia* you okay?

Mia: well have to see

*you otice in the morning light that mia has horns and claws*

this sounds epic :3

what???

((The vagabond could tell this man had heard more then a few stories. He scratched his chin for a bit before saying “Ah, I think I know something you’ll like.”))

Lorna: *looks up to see Mia on her knees but soon goes back to the drawing, watching Mia and S with one eye*

Well, I’m not saying it’s true, but I heard it once from a man down in Louisiana, he says he knows how they made the toxic waste. And he said it wasn’t an accident at all.

He said he worked at the factory when he was young, back when it was a sewage treatment plant. Said the government bought the place out just after we joined the war. All… Read more

((“Heh. pretty good…” The soldier paused for a moment as he watched the flames lick at the dead raccoon they were roasting. “Oh! I know!”))

((“Top that.” said the vagabond before leaning closer to the warm fire.))

Ian stood on the edge of the toxic fields. Mother had often scolded him for playing too close, but today was no day for games. Today was the day he would follow in his father’s footsteps to become a brave hero.

Mother told him every night about his father’s brave deeds. Some monster he had fought, or some person he had saved. Mother ended… Read more

H: *as soon as I get within arm’s length, the figure turns around, snarling, and lunges at me. It’s human, or was, but now it has long jagged needles of bone protruding from its hands and arms, even it’s teeth seem to have grown longer and sharper from the toxic waste. I’m trapped by the thick mud slowly reaching up my ankles, but I do my best… Read more

((Can I just say this person is genius and I am 2000% more excited about this now?!?!!))

((Sorry, go ahead. *sits down by campfire and listens raptly*))

Hello. I’m not sure on proper forum eticate or anything like that, but I wanted to write some kind of story relating to this (Post WWIII) world. Basically this beginning is an apology if I am somehow acting “out-of-line” with this post, and an explanation for what I envision this forum in particular to be. I think it would be cool if we could… Read more

(anywhere)

Mia: *grunts puts hands on head and falls to knees*

s: oh my… not agin

H: *comes to a bubbling pond, there’s a dry patch in the middle, there’s a child sitting on the small island, at least that’s what it looks like, I move closer to the edge of the pond and push back the reeds to see better.* excuse me? are you alright?…. Hello? *the figure shifts slightly, moaning* hello…? *I drew my fire and ice swords… Read more

(PSSSSST WHAER CAN I COME IN)

S: sighs* so have we found a cure for the mutations yet?

Mia: i think i got a breakthrough…. the arsenic in the paint is deadly to monsters, soooo,

S: if we can find away to make it less potent,

Mia: we can cure the mutations!

Lorna: *rolls eyes, sighing before continuing with the drawing*

S: NO ONE SPEAKS FRENCH!

Mia: le sigh, par le vo fance?

okay because one of my charys can understand mutants

Lorna: *watches H leave and sighs, taking out a small pencil and drawing book, drawing monsters*

Mia: here *throws a bootle of water* cleanest youll get round here

I’ve been thinking about his ability to talk. I think it would be in short somewhat clipped sentences that are almost instinctive. He would rely more on action to convey thought rather then words.

H: I’d better go then. Thanks for the gun, and, you know, saving my ass. *stands up and goes to the door, ice and fire swords ready in case he’s spotted*

s: its nearly dawn…..

Lorna: *nods* Thanks. *drinks*

Mia: here *hands her some water*

Lorna: Oh… Hello.

S: kinda…. i guess.

Mia : hello!!!!!!! welcome

Lorna: *looks around* Is this some sort of base camp for survivors?

S: *arrives* home sweet home. for now i guess

Lorna: *nods and follows*

s: thank you. *leads the way to the monster safe building*

Lorna: … *opens my backpack up again and puts the drawing pad in, getting up* Fine. I’ll go.

Sapphire: sector e , where were at has a nuclear mine field surrounding it. please come with me to the safe house

Lorna: *looks up at S* Danger? What kind of danger might I be in?

s: EXCUSE ME! your in danger here please come with me. *speaking to lorna*

Lorna: *looks around the house for a while before sitting down on the floor, unzipping her rucksack and taking out her drawing pad she once had when she was young* It’s been a while since I drew in this…

Mia: a new source of radiation just manifested in sector e…

S: ill go check. *goes to the extra building out back*n another? hello? mam will you please follow me to the safe house?

mia: im Mia, the scientist. also part time mutant. now if you dont mind i have to do some tests.

Lorna: *looks around before entering a abandoned house* *unsheathes her ice sword for protection* Hmm…