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Who: Everyone ever.
When: OOC: 10/15; IC: 09/17
Where: Cerealia - all five districts.
What: Intro, murder bots, and fun for the whole family.
Rating/Warning: PG-13
When: OOC: 10/15; IC: 09/17
Where: Cerealia - all five districts.
What: Intro, murder bots, and fun for the whole family.
Rating/Warning: PG-13
//event003.EXE
![]() Did you think the glitches were over? Boy, were you wrong! Through the last remnants of the digital kerfluffle, the latest batch of recovered code has manifested in CERES' computer systems as the guilty parties. Yes, that's right, all incoming arrivals are now placed on the wanted list, accused of having committed the heinous crime of creating and releasing the gorg0n virus all over Cerealia. These vicious twelve have been working together all along and conspiring against CERES, and it's now up to everyone to figure out if the new arrivals are truly guilty or if they are as innocent and confused as they claim. In the meantime, CERES has dispatched assassination droids to stop the accused and bring them to justice via disembowelment. So while CERES rushes to stop the droids from committing murder, characters are perfectly welcome to a.) soil themselves b.) fight off the droids c.) run while soiling themselves or d.) cry a lot. e.) ask for assistance!
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//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ 00 PHASE II [ 2 PHASE III [ 7 PHASE IV [ 12 BONUS [ why[ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with trigger-y or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ] |
//RUN.EXE
Welcome to CEREALIA's latest intro post. For your convenience, we have compiled a post detailing everyone's arrival experience and a FAQ that should explain everything in more detail. Please read them thoroughly before playing. Thank you! |
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[ OH, THE SHAME OF IT ALL. TIME TO SCALD HIS EYES STRAIGHT OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS, as his gaze shifts from squinty to downright scandalized.
Elliot isn't of the mindset that offer apologies in profession, but hell, he'd be better off walking into the heart of thoroughfare traffic and escaping intact than succumbing to the wiles of some prepubescent girl. He doesn't miss that blatant jab toward his status either, so — ]
What the hell do you mean by that?! I'm not poor! Do you even know what dukedom I'm from?! [ OF COURSE SHE WOULDN'T, ELLIOT ........... ]
Nevermind! Forget I asked. I'll figure it out myself. GOOD RIDDANCE. [ AND THERE HE GOES, STOMP-STOMPING AWAY WHILE MUMBLING A SERIES OF LESS-THAN-FAVORABLE IMPRECATIONS UNDER HIS BREATH, LOOKING FOR ALL THE WORLD LIKE A RILED PEACOCK. ]
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Laughing in a way that implies she hopes he hits his ass on his way out, she waves goodbye at him. Pretty sure he won't turn around to see it, but. You know. Gotta keep in character.]
See ya, your grace! [Because she could honestly care less if he was a duke or the king of England. Wow.]