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EVERYBODY IS A BOOK OF BLOOD; WHEREVER WE'RE OPENED, WE'RE RED. welcome to the wild card. the wild card can be anything and everything. the wild card can be innocence, it can be evil. it can be a storm, or an ominous knock on the door. it can be the warm up, or the main event. it can be literally anything. the wild card exists to breathe unpredictability into threads and interactions, along with serving up the main course that will eventually end in tears. the wild card can bring just as much good as it can bad, therefore we implore you to see things through. the wild card is largely based on interaction and involvement, it's based upon your character's actions and your activity. there will be open invites and equal opportunities for everyone. to sustain the life of the roleplay however, we will operate on a slow burn basis, and release clues and updates in regards to the overarching storyline. this isn't just a horror verse, but a full fledged mystery if you play your cards right. STAY ALIVE.

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@thankedmeforit

Boy you got a lot of guilt to carry around.  You try and try and try not to feel it, but you can’t help thinking back to what if you give her more and left her alone a little less.  Could be your demons catching up with you.  Or maybe just your brain playing tricks (and that cheap blunt you stole off one of the kids could’ve had some wacky shit blended in) but what the hell is that sound?  Starts about two in the morning one night.  A light sobbing that wakes you up.  The snapping of twigs and rustling of bushes makes you wonder if one of the girls is having a bad night.  You didn’t expect to hear a baby joining in when you went outside to check.  A step past the edge of the treeline and the sound of a child sobbing echoes the other two.  Then another and another, more and more broken, lost and afraid.  God, one of them sounds like it’s in agony.  Always out of sight, out of reach, further and further into the dark.  Until the last of the lights from camp are tiny glowing pinpricks in the distance.  Everything stops.  Sleepwalking maybe?  A fucked up dream?   Sure, it’d be easy to convince yourself that wasn’t real--cause face it, you’re great at pretending you believe your own bullshit anyway--until it’s the second, then third night and what the hell is sleep anymore?

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@unaplogeticallyhummel

You take such pride in your appearance.  Hiding behind the walls of fashion, perfect skin, perfect hair.  Maybe someone has a bit of a grudge against you because of something you did (or someone who came to visit you in the middle of the night) but returning back to your tent after a long day that bled into night promises one thing.  A shower.  If you can convince someone to stand outside the door and watch for the horror movie monsters you’re so scared of.  Everything would be fine...if you had a tent to return to.  What was once your oasis behind some canvas is now in a sliced up mess on top of every worldly belonging you have with you being strewn about. Soaps, shampoo, anything liquid dumped on top of the heap.  At least you got your clothes.  The ones that survived the obvious scissor and knife job that was taken to your stuff.  Maybe you should ask your buddy Sebastian for his old tent.  It’d be an upgrade anyway.  And, hey, didn’t Blaine go a little extra on the hair/hygiene products?  Since you’re so close with him, maybe he’ll help you out?

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@thebrightestwltch 

Everyone was so damn relieved after finishing the last of the repairs on the kitchen.  You worked so hard to help get the stoves, wash bins and refrigerators cleaned out and put back to usable condition.  So when you walked back to your tent to help pitch in for the victory dinner?  You were surprised to see you were the only one near all the tents but yours was unzipped.  What you noticed first was the smell.  Rot and blood.  Wet, dried and caking.  You know what they say about corpses and heat?  They just don’t do well together.  Dead forest animals might not be what you were intending to serve but with how many are littering the floor, your bed and well the surface of anything?  Maybe a change of menu is in order.

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a little note regarding wildcards.

We’re now within the second week. We’d like to point out these all aren’t happening on the same day, though we’re sure some certainly are. We want to give you folks as much leeway as we can, whether it’s day or night (if not specified), or the days apart, it’s all up to you guys to throw it into a structure how you’d like. Additionally if there’s ever a wildcard your character would like to claim responsibility for, send us a message and if it’s plausible within the game (annnnd our behind the scenes workings) that can very much be arranged.

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@infinitelyfairminded

Look at fucking Lance Romance here. Cedric Diggory, the eternal good guy. We can’t prove sunshine shines out of your ass, but we’ve got our suspicions and let’s be honest, we’re not wrong to have them. Showing up to Hermione’s cabin with wine? Blankets? The fact you were presumptuous as fuck and already got a fire going, knowing full well Granger would accept your invite and be jumping at the chance to spend the night with someone as normal and charming as yourself? That was all planned, all your idea, but what you didn’t bargain for? Someone tampering with that really great wine. You’ve heard of Rohypnol, right? Of course you have, you go to UCCS.  We know you didn’t put it in there, but someone did and let’s be honest, that super charming date night seems a lot less charming when her words  inevitably start slurring and the panic in her eyes takes over, but hey, she isn’t alone because you’re drinking the same damn wine too. But good luck explaining away that one because well, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what it looks like. 

[egwildcard]

@sondered / finn 

Jennifer Coolidge, in one of her most iconic roles, once said “You’re not very pretty, and you’re not very bright.” And we hate to say it, but Finn, man; boy do we ever agree when it comes to you, case and point? Not fully taking in your surroundings? Proceeding to rip down a very unstable awning with a very admirable effort? But fuckass, there was a goddamn Baldface Hornet’s nest perched on top that even your tall ass couldn’t see, so rip it down and BOOM! Hornet pinata. The good thing is they’re super territorial and only attack when provoked. The bad thing is . . . you really provoked them. 

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@fatesought / johnny

Nothing says ‘SUMMER OF FUN’ like getting pinned down and strangled by your murderous-escaped-convict father, the musky cabin walls only reaffirming to your senses that it’s actually happening, and then of course there’s his face hovering above yours, a happy little grin as if you’re out playing ball; you did that right? Or was daddy hitting the bottle too hard to pay you any mind? We just don’t know. Suffocation, no breathing, don’t give a fuck if you . . . fall out of bed and get a really gnarly sprained wrist to match? So weird though that you’ve got a ever so faint collar of strangles. That’s what we’re gonna call it here anyways. Truth be told, daddy wasn’t there, but good luck getting un-shook because man, he so was, right? How could he have not been?

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@pianokeysandbowties

Oh sweet, sweet Blaine. On one hand, you’re an innocent. On the other, you decided to shack up with Sebastian Smythe and expected nothing bad to happen? Mr. Goes Into Town And Comes Back With Their Own Compound? Bragging is bound to ruffle a few feathers, especially when surrounded by the less fortunate, and comparatively so, isn’t everyone less fortunate than the reigning gays? The fucking coffee/espresso machine combo you got going that fills your general area with the sweet smells of civilization? The smell others have been largely deprived of because the camp coffee sucks? Well, you drew some attention. And hell, maybe you weren’t even the target but enough feathers were ruffled that someone was. Making sure the coffee machine is ready the night before is a routine, flip it on and you’re ready to go. And, like every other morning, in a haze of sleepiness, you add your fixins. However, today? Of all day? It tastes like fucking dirt. Not even Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Beans level of dirt but something that . . . Is actual dirt, which is only confirmed when you whip out the filter, but hey, it’s not just dirt, it’s worms too. Boiled fucking nasty worms. Hey Blainers, how do you take your coffee now? On the bright side, you know Sebastian would never pull a prank like that, especially not on you, especially not to the coffee machine. The not bright side? You’ve made some enemies along the way, or he did.

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@nightmareunderthepillow

Okay, let’s face facts. You’re really nestled into the woods, really deep. Colorado has a history for sporting the great outdoors. That includes hiking and all that fun jazz. People getting lost in the woods, and never turning up again isn’t uncommon, but it is far removed from the camp grounds that once had prominent bounds and markers. Even so, a nice walk at dusk with Winston never hurt anyone, it’s good for the pair of you to get out (as if you haven’t been getting enough fresh air), but as he zips into the bushes, the last thing you expect to see when you go over to investigate is him tugging a femur bone from a collection of old leaves and sticks. And hey, is that an old wallet? Is that shit empty? Strange. Thankfully there’s not much else there, or . . . is that something to be thankful about? Again, we just don’t know. Maybe you should have brought more chew toys. Sike, he’s found his own.

[egwildcard]

@harlykinns

Living the life, right? Homegirl is on the run, fucking your professor and hella slacking off like you’re on some sort of vacation? Literally laying low in the middle of nowhere, where no one really knows who you are, or what you’ve done, or what you’re capable of and yet? That can all be blown to smithereens; which is something you realize when you return to your cabin from a nightly rendezvous only to all of your precious notes and research gone? Every sick little detail of J just stolen away? That shit was going to be your paycheck one day and now it’s gone and you’re left wondering who the little fuck that took it is, and where the hell they’ve went, and what they’re going to do with it? Nows a good time to access what you’ve been doing and who you’ve been pissing off. Or maybe, you don’t know who it is. That’s the beauty of this shit, isn’t it?

[egwildcard]

@hevolves

Yo, D-MONEY! Jk, they don’t call you that yet but they might if you ever tell them what’s going down. The cabins are filthy and they seem endless, which is great when we’re talking music festival digs because the more cabins, the more bodies, but not so great when we’re talking elbow grease supply. Point is, the last thing you’re expecting when you’re grabbing soiled mattresses and dragging them out to the fire pile (because well, the environment is fucked anyways) is to leave a trail of cash in your wake. Thank god you notice before you torch the motherfucker, but you’re alone, and have just found an absurd amount of money . . . Could be twenty grand easy and that kind of money doesn’t just get forgotten about, but the place is abandoned so? Do you keep it? Do you act like you never saw it? Do you make it rain? No one is watching so, what’s a little pocket change?

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@preyforthewlcked / sebastian

You certainly don’t remember drinking so much that you passed out on the floor of the boathouse you went looking for Blaine in.  That sore spot on the front of your forehead and dried blood on your lip from where you bit the inside of it doesn’t quite line up with you opening your eyes and staring up at the ceiling from where you landed on your back.  Then a whine of the wooden floor later and that shadow you caught slipping around the corner definitely looked like a leg.  Not the animal kind either.  Suddenly, it hits you.  The figure you saw in the dark at the other end of the building was far too tall to be your fellow Warbler.  How it stood there not moving when you said his name on instinct (because, seriously, standing in the dark?  who does that?) made you wonder if it was even a person at all.  Until it moved.  Heavy footsteps thundered towards you, a white flash of agony before your feet went up and the rest of you went down.  Whoever it is is long gone.  But that headache is still there and growing bruise isn’t going to be suddenly MIA for a handful of days.

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@golddustgxrl / betty

Being on high alert might be beneficial to some when it comes to being out in the woods. After all, you never truly know what’s lurking when you get out this far. We also know how easy it is to get ahead of yourself, but it’ll do you best to actually pay attention to where you’re walking next time, considering spider nest facials aren’t exactly the nicest thing in the world. Don’t worry though, there was only like, five hundred baby spiders in that nest (er, on your face — being), and we’re pretty sure they aren’t poisonous. Good luck getting your skin to stop crawling for the rest of the summer. Btw, did you ever hear about that Urban Legend where the spiders laid.... Not helping? My bad. 

[egwildcard]

real talk, we’ve got a plethora of wildcards stored away.

Some are much larger, some are dependent on people’s reactions, relationships, and choices, some are just waiting for the right time within the plot, which isn’t now. Therefore, we just want to extend the invite for people to submit their own wildcard suggestions, or ideas here or here! It’s not mandatory by any means, and you can’t send something specifically for yourself, though you can suggest who you think it would be fantastic for based upon things happening in the roleplay; but there’s no promises that the cards’ll fall that way. Regardless, we wanted to give people the option to potentially be apart of the fun. 

This can be anon, or not.

[egwildcard]

@stolelife

Whether you’re aware of it or not, your reputation at camp isn’t the greatest. And sure, one loudmouthed Sebastian Smythe could be blamed for telling anyone that’ll give him the time of day, that you’re a total weirdo, but that doesn’t already change what’s been done. So of course it’s you that, on one of your woods walks, finds a human jawbone sticking out of the dirt. Let’s face it, it’s away from the camp, and it’s worse for wear meaning it’s probably old as all fuck, but do with it what you will because it’s yours now. Unless you leave it there for someone else to snatch up. After all, what would you want with it?

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@fatesought / makoto

Here’s the thing. For over fifty years this place has been untouched by anyone that would ever give it a little TLC. It’s out in the woods where foot traffic isn’t out of the realm of plausibility even if it is rare. Colorado Springs has an impossibly high homeless population too, so really, it makes sense for unwelcome visitors that don’t need to be there. So when you find a noose hanging in the woods, a little ways out from the main campgrounds, is it really that surprising? We can all breathe a sigh of relief that no bodies were anywhere near it but, a tattered old noose hanging from a tree? Gets the wheels churning, doesn’t it? 

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@kingwsly

You don’t want to be that lonely loser that doesn’t make any friends, or chooses to spend his nights locked away in his cabin (or tent) while the nightly party ritual pumps on. After all, isn’t that kind of something that played it’s part in keeping you here? Experience a little more than what was offered on the back of the metaphorical brochure? Red solo cups and food passing around every which way, and if you’re a slut for anything, we all know it’s food. So, what was it that’s got you tripping out so bad? Something was laced, but with what is the question? Ever tried LSD? Or magical mushrooms? Well, you’re not an idiot, despite what some of your classmates would think. You know you didn’t physically eat mushrooms, so what the fuck is happening? Best not to wander into the woods on the trails of a panic attack, just sit back and enjoy the ride, dude. People would pay good money for this shit. But hey, do you see those eyes looking at you? Watching you from the tree line? Maybe they just wanna be your friend, after all, no one ever said anything about them shredding you to pieces, that’s all you, bud.