Ok time for your starting conditions:
Name: Hakeem Johnson
Creature: Some dude
Gender: Some dude
Age: 27
Occupation: Bartender
Description: An average joe with an irrational hate of balloons, mustard, and guys named "Jimmy" Learned of Earth's impending demise through an email from a Nigerian prince who was deemed very trustworthy
(2)
You wake up on the floor of your bar. You have a splitting headache from all that beer you served for your friend's birthday last night and look around to realize that your bar is a mess. The TV in the corner is still running, and some news reporter is talking about a new astronomical discovery.
Name: T̨̲̭̲͍̦̙̰͙͡h̵̫̭͡ę̠̪̜̫̝̀ͅͅ ̸̝͚̬̼̙͢ͅS̖̯̰̞̦̠o̡͍͕͚̪̯͠u͈͉̮l͘҉̘̲̳̠̞̮̪͞l̝̳̯è̤͖̪̤̦ṣ͓́́͞s̤̟̦̥̖̀ ̝̜̱͎o̼̹̟̻̯̝̜͡n̷̢͍͔̝͝é̶̱̙͖͔̘͚͓̠
Creature: D͏̯͈̲͠a̢̨̘̝͕̪̳e̢͚͖̮̫̠͉̠̰͘͘m̥͇͚͕̮͕̮̀͜͠o͏̧͍̤̰ǹ̩̪̠̤̖̕
Age: Ì̫̮̮͖͎̗̩͘ǹ̖̜̞̮̙͓̦͕̝f̶̯̯̕i͍̰̕͘͡ṇ̜̬͙̩͍ą̵͓͔̺̲̮t̸͎̱̜͘u̥̖̹̰̮̘͞m͉̬͓̠̬͜͠
Occupation: C̛̮̞͠o̧̜̺n̴̲̙͓̻̮̠̝͞s̷͓̖͚̳͚͚͎̗ͅu̸̜̼͔m̼͇͖̪͘ẹ̺̤̙̮̼̬̕r̸͖͠ ̧͏̸̭̮̣̰̳ͅo͙͇̘̗̰̬͜͢f̯͉͝ͅ ̬͡s͏̤̜̗o̵͚͍͎̬u̸̼͎̩̦̕͞l̡̪̠͈͕ş҉͏͉͔̖
Brief description: H̻͈̟̼e̵̡̤̦͉ ͉͕̣̭̮͔ͅc̸̷̗̜̩͍ơ̪̰̥̣̱m̮̼͇͈͚͢͢͟é̢̲͚͇̟̤͙̬̬s̮͉͝ ̵̡̫͈̦t̡̮͍̱̼͚̹͠ͅͅo̞̼͉̫̙̪̞͓ͅ ̩̬͔͍̜̀d͚̭̘̱e̬̳̥̕v̷͈̣̥̥͡ͅo̴̧̙̮̩̗̮̮͈͉u̜̞̪̳͚͇̞̝͡r̡̤͖ͅ ̛̪̝̺̮͖͘ḙţ̞̺͚̗͞e̶̥̫̭̳̲͚̲r̴͍͍͘͜n̬͇͎̥̹̺̗̪̻i҉̱̮̻̖͈̝͠ţ̶̭̺̗͓͡y͖̟̬̪͉̮͘͠
(2)
You rise from the deepest depths of the underworld intent on devouring everyone and everything. Unfortunately, you rose out of the ground in an abandoned part of town with no souls in sight. After a bit of wandering, you realize you are in a completely abandoned city and will have to travel for a few miles to reach anywhere populated.
Name: Rocket Racer
Creature: LEGO minifigure
Gender(if applicable): Male
Age: 20?-30?
Occupation(if applicable): Racer
Brief description(what do you look like/personality): Will write later.
(5)
Your Lego car screams down the track at top speed. You fire a triple rocket barrage at the last second to steal first place from the dreaded pirate captain Brickbeard. As you exit your car to collect your 104th trophy, the crowd cheers your name. The giant who used to force you into rigid positions has not been around for a while, and it doesn't seem like they'll be coming back anytime soon.
Name: Self-Deprecation
Creature: Memetic Idea
Gender: N/A
Age: As old as sapient thought
Occupation: N/A
Brief description: An idea spreading from people to people through speech and actions, leading to a feeling of worthlessness, giving up dreams and possibly depression.
(2)
You try to spread your thoughts of worthlessness from your homeless, drunk host to the passersby, but today is a Friday. Everyone is happy that the weekend has finally come once again and your attempts to spread self-deprecation are useless. Even your homeless host has begun to repress his feelings of worthlessness since he started receiving more handouts and you are only able to influence him to make the slightest changes.
Name: Phantasos
Creature(i.e. Human, Eldritch, Elephant, etc.): god
Gender(if applicable): male
Age: no thank you
Occupation(if applicable): god of inventive and/or surreal dreams.
Brief description(what do you look like/personality): Spends most of his time in the dreamworld manifesting himself as inanimate objects in inspiring dreams of inventors. Also those weird ones where you're being chased by a giraff in your underwear. Is generally quiet but will talk to anyone about his inventions. Hates Self Doubt.
(3)
You awake from a dream where you were being chased by a fire-breathing penguin-giraffe and look down at the world. You notice that most people have stopped thinking creatively and that the inventive and surreal dreams that you used to send are becoming weaker and less noticed by the human community. Those who still accept your surreal dreams are often considered lunatics and forced into mental hospitals. You also notice a homeless man has some repressed, but nonetheless present, feelings of worthlessness and self doubt that appear to have gained sentience and are actively trying to spread.
Name: Eric Hale
Creature: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Occupation: McDonalds fry cook
Brief description: Fry cook by day, Night Elf Hunter by night!
(1)
You barely roll out of the path of the dragons fireball. As it raises its head to prepare another fire-breath, you charge. The dragon roars and shoots a jet of flame at you. You raise your shield, but too late. The fire burns your face through the opening in your helmet and you feel your flesh begin to...fry? You wake up screaming and clutching your burnt face. Your fellow fry cooks call an ambulance as your manager asks them what happened, and, realizing that you fell asleep on the job, fires you as you fall unconscious from the pain.
Name:Tickles
Creature:Bobcat
Gender:Male
Age:4 (this is reasonable for a cat)
Occupation:Honorable job of trying to get that bird...
Brief description:Bobcat pretending to be a normal cat,succeeds because owner is a bit blind.
(4)
You stalk the bird, slowly getting closer. Then, in a burst of speed, you pounce on the bird and tear it apart. Satisfied that your work is done, you carry the bird back to your owner's home and leave it on the doorstep before clawing the door. As your owner opens it, you dart in and proceed to eat your processed cat food and milk. After all, it tastes a lot better than that bird. Who knows where that bird may have been.
Please post your actions as bold so I know which ones they are.
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Topic: 10 days to save the world (Day 1) (Read 18526 times)