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"It'sa me Mario!"

Here lies any personas of mine, any roleplay information, information on my boundries, etc etc etc. Boring Out Of Character stuff. Yet I still make it look so cute!

"It's one banana Micheal. What would it cost, ten dollars?"

My designs, designs I'm reselling, design I'm trading- It's all here! And only here. If a character isn't in this folder then they're not for sale!

"Bit o' a mixed bag honestly."

Random stuff yay! I just dump anything I'm not sure where it would go here. Just the place where strange things live. Maybe you can sneak peak at codes I'm working on bc they're here.

Two towns but one community. A single church stands tall between them, uniting young and old even in times of trouble. Where else should you turn when you feel lost and alone?

The church itself would be nothing if it weren’t for the man who leads it. He’s always been a man of the word, a community man, a protector. But what happens when he can’t protect you anymore? What happens when the community isn’t safe anymore? What happens when you can’t trust the word?

You were always taught to love thy neighbor… but what if that isn’t your neighbor? At least, not anymore.

18+ | Small Town Horror | Survival/ Post Apocalyptic

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The City of Starfelle is a peculiar one, the mist that surrounds it seems to prevent any proper communication with the outside world as cellphones would refuse to hold a signal and computers would glitch out upon trying to look up certain kinds of information. The people are trapped as the world beyond them continues moving - wondering what happened to the city that disappeared.

However, that is not to say that the population hasn’t been booming since the meteorological anomaly that burned the sky. People would speak about these dreams that would call for them - asking for their help and assistance. Like a beacon, it would bring in these new visitors - ones with sparkling eyes and shimmering flesh, ones with sterile white coats and faces hidden behind silver lenses...and ones..who are simply..like you and me.

They all find themselves trapped in the city, out of curiosity or the call of the unknown - the mist consumes them with prejudice. So, why did you come here, traveler? Are you trying to find your way out? Or are you trying to find yourself?