Posts by BrainyB00t

ooc: Quick question~ Do you have to sign-up or is this a jump-in? If this is a sign-up, please direct me to it so I can get started. Thanks in advance. :)
(P.S~ First post!)

Sure. Although, you don't have to ask to join a clan.
p.s I bet your thinking "Why is this noob with two posts giving me advice???!" I'm no noob, just a new account, mmkay? Okay. Adios.

My folks got a bird. Died the next day. I've never owned a frog. My folks got some fish. Painted our aquarium, too. Owned some oscars. They kept on mating but they always ate their eggs. Didn't know what to do with em. Got some new fish. They're pigs. They'll follow you cause they think you got some food.

Yay, we've got ourselves a small party.

Amelia hid cautiously under her bed. The feet of the walking dead pitter pattered along the wooden floor. The monsters had an appetite for human flesh and she was the target whos flesh they craved. Anxiously, she waited for a rescue.

Amelia waited for several restless hours when abruptly there was an absence to the all too familar pitter patter on the wood floor. Cautiously, she retreated from the bed. To her horror, the walkers had remained. Cornered. A splintering scream hit the air.
ooc: I have to go. I'll see you guys tomorrow.

The hammer! Amelia unanticipatedly recalled the tool. Quick as a blink, she grabbed it. Another scream escaped from her lungs. Hands shaking, she slashed the hammer straight through the undead creature's skull. Smack, it went as the carcass hit the wooden floor. She did this until there were none left. Then, she fell to her knees and shook with heavy sobs.

ooc~ Twelve.
By the way, is my font showing? It shows the font on my laptop however but strangely not on my tablet. I need it there. :) It makes it look more professional, you know?

That's a shame.

Another shame.

Geoffrey was an icebox for an average Sunday evening. Not a chilly evening where you might have cranked up your heat a degree or two, but so freezing you could see your breath and you were chilled to the bone. A walking freezer, Amelia might have joked. But you could see in her eye to her soul that she was humorless. Two years changed Amelia from a panic-striken and faint-hearted little girl to something different.

ooc~ Gee, thanks! I'm glad you guys agree because it really does! If you are wondering, Geoffrey is the town they live in. I made it up. Feel free to change it if you'd like. I have no idea where my character is. I'll have some walkers attack to demonstrate that she isn't quesy about killing, maybe start a mini-plot about the chilliness, and we'll figure things out. :)

Suddenly, moans. North, Amelia thought. Then more. The gust of wind that rippled her hair silenced to thousands of moans. South, she thought. Where were they coming from? Dread washed over her like a wet cloth.

ooc~ It isn't really that good. I'm required to go to bed in about three minutes and I don't have time to reword or re-edit the parts I don't like. I will see you tomorrow. :(

ooc~ Gee, thanks! I feel very, very honored to be with such friendly and talented people! :) As for the recap, it's been two years since the walker invasion. The weather has been absurdly chilly and Geoffrey is suddenly flooded with thousands of undead.

Moans and moans. Masses of moans belonging to each undead individual of the barricade of thousands. Together, their ranks grew to the voice of the sea. As Amelia stood undecided, her heart raced faster and faster, like a runaway train galloping off the traintracks.

ooc ~ I think you're good. I envy your passion. :) Sorry if I got anyone confused!

ooc ~ Gee, thanks! I think your paragraph was great! I liked how you said that the air smelled like death and rotting skin. In fact, I searched some pictures of rotting skin! Disguisting! All the happy thoughts went from my head, too!

ooc ~ I have to go to bed! I will see you tomorrow! Thank goodness it's almost Friday! Merry almost Christmas! :)

Eerie silence. The moans had halted. Amelia clutched her drumming heart. Where had all the voices gone? Shouldn't she be relieved? Yet the anxiety still existed. There had to be thousands. How could thousands of voices so suddenly stop? The answer was unwitting.

ooc ~ This one is lacking. Sorry guys.

Yet another shame. I feel sorry for you.

What do you want? Amelia stuttered. I'm sorry. Is this your shelter? I'm so sorry.
ooc ~ Did you hear about the Connecticut school shooting?

It was a bluff. Yet Amelia had second thoughts. Was the stranger being truthful? Okay, she replied hesitantly.
ooc ~ It's terrible. He shot five year olds. My mom was watching a special news report of it and she saw the children playing hopscotch, descending to heaven. :( She saw something like that too in the movie theatre shooting in Colorado. Jesus escorted the victims to heaven. I'm sorry for my lack of effort. :( I'm really sad.

ooc ~ That must be so terrible. :( On an average December morning you kiss your child before he/she boards the school bus, he/she might wave through the window, and you never see them again. Think of the children who had to see the corpses of their teachers and classmates!