Cool, that's one more than I hoped for. I suppose we're going to start now and see where it goes from there. Now, time to make a short description.
You are all citizens of the town of Ashvale, a pleasant little town near the mountains, with chilly weather as snow is lying on the sides of the road, dirty and melting away from the snowstorm one week ago. Overall, it's pretty uneventful.
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Aldemas
You wake up for your morning, looking at the light that flows through the hole filled white curtains covering your window. You slap your alarm in an attempt to shut it off, instead knocking it off of your nightstand instead. You sit up cursing inside of your head and look at the blinking device lying on the floor. You step out of bed, kicking the alarm clock and luckily hitting 'Alarm set.' You know it's Saturday, but have to do something, what was that something?
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Yafnag
You wake up, instantly hopping to your feet and looking about your room cautiously. You look at the boarded up door, the boarded up window, and the boarded up oven of which you are certain contains some kind of evil magic. This shoddy house technically isn't yours, but nobody else owned it so you figured you could squat here. Aside from that, you wander to the kitchen, or at least was a kitchen, and open the old powerless fridge. Rotten..... rotten.... rotten..... Cheese! Cheese is better when rotten! At least you're pretty sure, you heard it on TV or Radio or something, but you aren't a scientist. This cheese needs something to go with it...... Yeah you need to develop your agenda for the day in fact.
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O'l Jimmy Pete
You step out of bed, ready for the day, your house is very standard for this town, being a distinct member of the upper middle class you walk into your kitchen and pull out a bowl of cereal, eating it to prepare for your day ahead as an accountant. Yeah, you hate the job as it feels as though it puts chains on your free spirit, but it pays nicely. You glance out of your window looking at your red convertable. The teenagers joke at how it's a mid-life crisis car, but you deny that, since it's obviously false. You are in no crisis whatsoever. But wait, today your office is getting repairs on a leaky roof and all those cancer developing materials never removed from there. Well, you forgot to make plans for today....
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Joe
You step out of your emperor sized bed and examine your room. The golden trims on everything inside of this room make you happy. You slept in your combat gear, slipping on your pink bunny slippers and bathrobe. You love your mansion at the top of old Rockled hill, named after that famous philanthropist that lived here that one time. Like you care though, you got this amazing mansion from that time you won the lottery, twice. Good times, good times. now, it is time for you to do something for today, but first! you must get a ride. You shout at the top of your lungs "Jarvis! get in here!" Sure enough, a butler walks into the room wearing a pink suit and pants, with a solid gold tie that visibly weighs his neck down. Standard butler attire for your mansion. His actual name is Steve, but you don't care. You hop onto his back for a ride, piggyback style.
"Forward Jarvis!"
"Forward where sir?" He says, full of disdain
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ONO
You wake up for the morning.
Oh who are you kidding you never sleep. You open your eyes from your faux rest, which you do every night to catch any attackers off guard. They haven't come recently, but you know they are coming. You walk across the familiar stone ground, and as you begin to move you are surrounded by a chorus of cats meowing and screeching. Home sweet home. You place a hand on your head, yup. The cat is still there. This cat has had its claws lodged into your scalp for the past week, so you've been feeding it dead animals that the other cats bring you. You aren't sure why its there, but it seems to be latched on pretty tight. You leave your mountainside cave and view the petty town below. Yup. Nothing new. I should probably do something today
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Oh, one last thing, death is going to be very possible in this game, enjoy.
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