A PINCH.
& then darkness.
ask any of them.
that’s the last thing
they can remember.
at least, it’s the last thing that you can remember before you
wake up here. where exactly ‘here’ is you’re not sure. hell,
perhaps. from the looks of the place, it damn well could be.
the landscape spans as FAR as the eye can see, crumbling
ruins if you look left && abandoned cars if you look right;; to
the skies, a murky grey of muddled clouds from a storm that
is soon to arrive. you are ALONE, as far as you can tell. a
road lies ahead of you, littered with various articles - a paper
is plastered to the ground, && you leap forward, hoping it
might provide you with a clue as to where you are. && yet
it’s too worn to read, clearly having been in that very spot
for months upon months now. you continue to look around,
try to find absolutely ANYTHING that can give you some
sort of clue. by now, the fear’s set in. you have nothing but
the clothes on your back. no food, no water, no idea how
you got here or where 'here’ is. you’re starting to walk the
road once more when you hear it:: the cracking of a loud
speaker, the soft hum of electricity. you whip your gaze
behind you, stare at the fence that’s emitting the sound.
once you hear the voice, you listen. && when you hear that
voice, those words, your into world crumbles in to RUINS.
• the city that the muses are in has been abandoned for roughly fifty years.
• it was once a large, bustling city, but after an outbreak it was condemned
and is now forgotten. nobody has dared speak of it for years upon years.
• food, water, weapons, blankets, new clothes, first aid kits, etc. are all hidden
around the city. it’s up to the muses to find them.
• not all homes are safe. some doors will lock permanently once they close,
and any muses inside WILL be trapped. just as likely, houses can be tricks
and seem fine until the floor drops out to certain death, etc. it’s a matter of
testing wits.
• there is no escape. fences are roughly 25ft high and electrified. barbed wire
lines the top.
• each muse starts at one end of the city, but all paths converge at one point.
therefore, meeting almost instantly is a possibility.
• there is nothing off limits. murder, allies, blah de blah, you think about it, you’re
more than likely to find it happening there.
• you want drama? sweet. keep it ic. ooc drama is a no go. please. just.
keep it to yourselves, man.
• tbh, i don’t care if you’re from the my little pony fandom ( is that a thing? )
this is open to everyone!! the more the merrier, truly.
• you don’t have to follow everyone. it would be wonderful, yes, but i
understand many people ( like myself ) are selective followers.
• try to be active, yeah? at least post once every other week, whether it
just be an ‘ey, yeah i’m alive’ notice or a starter!
• all muses must be human. as this is set into a fucked up reality so to
speak, there’s no room for magic, unfortunately!
• track the tag v; in ruins we remain.
NOTE: YES, MUSES WILL DIE. do not, do not, do not, however, KILL
ANOTHER MUSE WITHOUT PRE-DISCUSSION. once a muse is ‘out’
of the game, that’s fine. they’re free to interact within the verse still,
just try to keep it in their pre-death events!
muse’s name:
nicknames?:
muse’s origin (where they were taken from):
muse’s life before abduction:
muse’s age:
muse’s personality:
anything else?:
‘fox’ - 18 - san jose, california :: app
allison ‘ally’ argent - 19 - san francisco, california :: app
bartemius ‘barty’ crouch jr. - 19 - london, england :: app
stuart twombly - 19 - new haven, connecticut :: app
scott ‘scotty’ mccall - 18 - ithaca, new york :: app
mallory ‘mal’ blake - 21 - los angeles, california :: app
isaac ‘newt’ lacas - 17 - belfast, england :: app
reece ‘ree’ davies - 19 - south london, england :: app
jillian ‘jill’ wells - 17 - port angeles, washington :: app
prezmysł ‘stiles’ stilinki - 20 - durham, north carolina :: app
clinton ‘clint’ barton - 19 - san diego, california :: app
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