(For info, see the OOC thread:
https://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=36768.msg2053317#new)
All the characters that are needed at the moment have been collected. Please do not jump into the role-play unless the OOC forum states that I'm allowing more people to join.
Before we get into it, here's the order in which replies will go:
- First: LeeMessesAround (that's me)
- Second: max the snow wolf
- Third: Lumix
- Fourth: KeahiNimbusLeHyena
Know the order of replies is not based off of personal bias, don't be offended by the order in which I put you three in.
Just a few quick notes before we begin (I know I should've had these in the OOC thread, but I forgot and wanted everyone to see this).
You need to wait your turn to reply. The only reason why we can skip over somebody is if they're gone for two days or more and they didn't state that they were going to be offline for those days. This rule applies to me as well. You can tell the rest of the players to skip over you if need be, but, otherwise, please be respectful and wait your turn.
If you want to, you can have your character disappear. I suggest doing this later on when I allow everyone to have control of two characters, but it's up to you. If you plan on having your character disappear, and a second character isn't already set in place for you to control, please send me a private message so we can talk out the specifics.
If you want to exit the role-play, it's as simple as sending me a private message telling me you want out and we'll either kill your character off or you can just make them disappear. Easy as that...or you can just stop replying to the thread, but that's rude.
Anyway, let's get the ball rolling already ^^ max the snow wolf will be the first to reply to the starter, so please wait your turn:
Today is February 18, 2040 and Gregor is sitting, alone once more, in an abandoned newspaper office. Somehow, the loneliness intruded more now, perhaps he was made aware once more of what it was like to lose somebody, but it seemed to hurt more now than it had before. Old wounds that the disappearances had made were now opened up again and seemingly bleeding...all he wanted to do was sitting behind that counter in that office and let himself waste away. It was hardly even the loss of life that hurt him, he hated to admit to himself, but it was the loss of supplies. Weeks worth of food and water lost in a flash because he was too lazy to carry them himself. He cursed himself and buried his face in his paws, clenching his teeth to keep from crying like a baby. The tears that brimmed at the corners of his vision were more of the result of frustration rather than sadness, sure, he missed having somebody to talk to already and had enjoyed the company his brief friend had been, but, damn it, how could he just let those supplies go to waste like that? He should've been smarter. He wouldn't make this mistake again...he wouldn't make any mistakes ever again.
The air smelled of ink and rot; old newspapers lay on the floor and in holders for others to take...others who weren't there anymore. The air was cold and winter was still trekking on. A light snow was falling outside, beginning to cover the ground in a blanket of white. The snow leopard, Gregor, hardly felt the chill, not only because he was a snow leopard with a thick coat, but because he was just numb now. Numb to everything.
He hoped he would die soon.
(I hope this role-play goes well ;;u;; agh)