@MusicElle-is-tired
@Not_So_Polite_Anarchist
@knightinadream
@PrettyLittlePyro
@Ash-says-happy-borthday-to-andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)
Are you guys still interested in continuing with this roleplay? It’s fine if not, of course, I figured I’d just shoot a ping/@ before counting y’all out
Reed is on a break last I heard
(I'm sorry, I was busy. I'm afraid I'm gonna pull out. Thanks darling)
((That’s totally chill, no worries! I don’t want anyone to drag themself through a roleplay. Good luck with life!))
(I think I'm gonna have to drop out too, sorry.)
((No need to apologize at all! Best wishes to you, dude))
Sooooo, since no one else has joined, do yall have anyone you'd reccomend this roleplay to? OR we could just go ahead and start with the main part of the island, and with that, the voting, even with 5 people. I mean it wouldnt be ideal, but it'd be doable, if you all wanted to. I'll leave it up to you all.
(I could make a second character, His name is Ollie, he is 12. I dont know many people who would be Interested in this)
((Idk about 2nd characters, because that would be unfair for voting. Unless everyone else agreed and all had second characters, so that's up to you all to decide. Also, I had an age range, so 12 wouldn't work given the context of the rp, which will be revealed at the end when there's only one person left presumably, might end up being two, but that depends on what happens at the end with what the characters do))
(What's the minimum age? I can change him up accordingly)
((It’s on the template, but still not sure about allowing second characters))
(I'm interested, but I'm not sure I know how to write it.)
((Well, you could probably start off with your character waking up and finding the bag of canned food and the personal item, then they could here the others talking and meet up with them))
(Sorry I was out of town for the weekend but I'm back now)
(That’s chill)
(Would y’all just want to continue from here, and bring you’re characters to the voting area so we can get this rp moving?)
(Yep)
((I’m just gonna quote the last post so y’all can keep going))
Valerie could've sworn that she had heard voices as she walked back to where she originally was. She had almost missed it, but next to the spot where she had woken up was her bag. Curious, she immediately opened it to find some canned foods, a canteen of water, and….. her pin?
What kind of prank in this? She began to doubt that she had even been pranked at all. The most reasonable possibility for why she had ended up like this was that she had somehow gotten lost and pass out which still didn't make any sense because she would've brought more items and some clothes. Tossing the bag over her shoulder, she began to walk back to the dense vegetation and began searching. She wasn't sure what she was searching for, but she had heard some voices earlier meaning that there were some people here.
Minutes had turned into an hour as Valerie suddenly heard the voices again. Stumbling out into a clearing, she saw two people standing across from each other with another person standing nearby. They certainly weren't part of her friend group and they didn't seem familiar. "Who the hell are you people?"
(this is my last attempt before I let this die lmao)(I’m just gonna pretend the characters moved on their own, oof, for the sake of trying to continue the plot so we can at least vote once)
The center of the island was clearly touched by the hand of man kind. Like the small paths leading there, it was clear the brush had been chopped away and the dirt had been packed down. There was a small well, the sides made of cut and sanded stone that had been built into a neat circle, a small wooden cover over the fresh water supply, along with two wooden cups sitting on the edge of the stone well. Beside it was a shack. The small structure, barely larger than the size of a portable bathroom, looked clean and recently built. It was made of wood and metal, the overall frame seemed to be made of the steel used in skyscrapers whereas the sides were made of fresh wood and the roof was adorned with shingles and appeared to be sealed tightly. There was a wooden door as well, along with two windows—too tall for someone to see in but there to let in light. It seemed normal, or at least it would’ve seemed normal, had it not been for the screen placed just above the door.
‘Welcome to my little game: The Vote’, it read in a font that seemed to flow like the ocean around them. If one of them decided to look inside the shack, they would see a matching screen -currently black- within arm’s reach.