T̷h̷e̸ ̵G̶a̴m̸e̵ - A VR Role-play

[FrankieDoodle]

Zayne shivered, curling into himself as he squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t remember it being so cold in his tiny apartment, or his bed being so uncomfortable.
He let out a soft groan, rubbing his aching head. Everything hurt. As he began to wake up more, he became aware of the cold stone underneath him.
“Did I really roll of the bed?” He said to himself with a grimace. I’m too old for this.

He blearily reached up, grasping at his shelf. Instead of the smooth oak dresser, with random objects scattering the top—the most important thing being his bottle of pain medicine—he was met with a sharp, jagged surface.
Despite his head feeling on the verge of exploding, he forced his eyelids open, squinting through the darkness. This certainly wasn’t his bedroom.

Stone walls surrounded him, cobwebs in every corner and slime dripping of the walls. He wasn’t sure where the cold breeze was coming from, but he shuddered, pulling his thin, black, hooded jacket around himself.

He wearily got to his feet, brushing a lock of hair out of his face. As he drew his hand away, he saw the thick black numbers inked onto his palm. 32.
Panic overtook him, and for a moment he forgot about the pain in his head.
32? What does that mean? Oh god, did I get arrested?
He frantically wiped his hand on the side of his shorts, growing ever more concerned when it refused to fade.
Maybe this was a prank. If it was, it wasn’t a very funny one.
“Hello?” Zayne called, lowering his hand as he spun in a slow circle. “Come on guys, this isn’t funny.”

As he began to walk, he stepped in a patch of the slime, sliding forward and landing on his knees. He gritted his teeth, sucking in a breath. “Really not having a good time over here,” he muttered, his voice rising at the last few words. Something silver glinted in the edge of his vision, and upon further inspection he found it was a small switchblade. Picking it up, he noticed that next to it was a small leather pouch.
He cocked his head, reaching out towards the bag. As his fingertips brushed the cold metal clasp, he brought his hand away, shaking his head. Whoever left it there would surely come back to find it, and as curious as he was to see what was inside, he refused to mess with it.

With a wince, he got to his knees, blindly searching the cavern for an exit as he pocketed the knife. After what felt like hours, but was actually a few simple minutes, he found a tunnel, leading into the open.
He took a deep breath of the fresh air, closing his eyes at the painfully bright light. Shielding his face, he continued out, trudging through the vines that wrapped around his ankles.

 

[RiverStorm]

Completely absorbed in flicking their butterfly knife around in one hand during all the action that was taking place just below them, Tem showed little interest in the fact that someone had scared off the jackals and the person had now revealed themself to them.

About time those dumb dogs went away.

Though when they heard the word ‘man’ they catapulted themself down from the branch and onto the ghostly looking individual with a scar across their face, knocking them to the ground. Even for Tem’s small size, they still held an impressive amount of weight as they kept them down in a crouching position on the persons chest. The spite was clear in Tem’s golden eyes as they stared into the russet browns of Aro’s.

“Don’t call me ‘man’ I prefer the abomination that causes desolation, or occasionally— Tem.”

Unable to keep up the serious, angsty charade, Tem broke into a toothy grin, their whole demeanor melting into one more playful and chill.

“Thanks for the assistance” they snorted, hopping off their poor victim and stepping to the side to offer them hand as their tail waved gently.

The flash of movement in and of itself was enough to cause a massive spike in Aros's anxiousness, his heart feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest, and his mouth curling into a snarl as he threw himself backwards-- Hoping the angry gremlin-cat person wouldn't notice that, if he hadn't fell back, they would've simply phased directly through his aberration.
Based on the fact they, due to their sudden wrath, couldn't seem to acknowledge the fact that their feet weren't on his chest, but instead clipping through him, probably confirmed that they hadn't noticed his non-corporeal status.
He really didn't care about their spiteful look or snappish tone, and he decided he would go ahead and respect their wishes to not be called 'man' again, but as he felt a fiery anger filling him up, and becoming rather evident on his twisted face, he had to bite his tongue in order to not verbally rip into them, yet, for pouncing on him.
That didn't mean he wasn't internally punching them.
"Wasn't trying to assume anything, just didn't know your name, Abomination of Desolation. Now, please, do us both a solid and get off me." He quipped, squinting up at them in annoyance.
He stared at them dumbly for a few moments after they started grinning, before rolling his eyes lightheartedly. He couldn't exactly read Tem, but he sighed in relief as they jumped off of him.
He glanced at them as they offered their hand to him, but knowing he'd just glitch through it, and he wasn't exactly sure he was ready to revert back to a body that could be hurt by them, so he pushed himself up on his own-- Watching them distrustfully, noticing that he towered over them now by at least a foot and a half, making Tem look like a dwarf beside him. "Yeah, your welcome. Thanks so much for assaulting my ribcage." He murmured, taking a step back from them, making himself stand still after that and not fidget with nervous energy. "Do you know where this place is?" He inquired, cutting to the chase.
Usually, he'd have either shoved them back and ran off by now, but the rather perplexing experience of waking up in the middle of nowhere and the fact that it was just his allusion facing them had him subdued currently, instead deciding to cautiously stay where he was-- If they knew anything, he needed to know it too.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

She nodded and tried to edge herself to the hole, she slipped a scream escaped her lips and one arm wrapped around the tree branch and the other flailed wildly, she looked at the guy she had just set the Rhino after with a pleasing look in her eye “help. Please!” She cried

Evan winced as he watched the girl slip and miraculously catch herself one handed, but there was no way she was going to hold on indefinitely. He swiftly maneuvered the best he could to the branches above her and near the tree hollow with the repetitive hits from the rhino that rocked them back and forth.

I feel like I’m gonna be sick...

Wrapping his hands around the barrel of his baseball bat, he lowered the grip end towards her, “Grab on! Hurry!” Already well aware he wasn’t the strongest and had a tendency to slip up, he wasn’t about let someone’s life slip from his hands. Dream or not.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Jack’s head shot up. He would’ve taken a step back if he was standing, but unfortunately he was not. Normally someone, even with.. rabbit ears? wouldn’t make him nervous. But, after his possibly near death experience, he couldn’t stop his breath quickening at the appearance of another being.
“Uh.. uh, I don’t think so.” Jack said, voice strangely hoarse. With more effort than it should’ve taken, he stumbled to his feet. “You aren’t gonna eat me, right?” He asked, hand straying near his scabbard, which was empty of its sword.

"E-eat you?" Faye got to her feet, staring at him with absolute horror. "No, of course I'm not going to eat you!" Her ears flicked in confusion, and keeping an ear out for any other noises. "What happened to you? Are you alright?"

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Evan winced as he watched the girl slip and miraculously catch herself one handed, but there was no way she was going to hold on indefinitely. He swiftly maneuvered the best he could to the branches above her and near the tree hollow with the repetitive hits from the rhino that rocked them back and forth.

I feel like I’m gonna be sick...

Wrapping his hands around the barrel of his baseball bat, he lowered the grip end towards her, “Grab on! Hurry!” Already well aware he wasn’t the strongest and had a tendency to slip up, he wasn’t about let someone’s life slip from his hands. Dream or not.

She wrapped her arms around the baseball bat, she attempted to pull herself up to the branch. She got one foot up and attempted to get her other leg up

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"E-eat you?" Faye got to her feet, staring at him with absolute horror. "No, of course I'm not going to eat you!" Her ears flicked in confusion, and keeping an ear out for any other noises. "What happened to you? Are you alright?"

She would’ve ea- attacked me by now if that was her goal. Jack convinced himself, relaxing a bit.
“There was this..” He gestured with his hands, trying to figure out how to describe it. “Like, a shadow.. but also a person. Wearing a bathro- nope, just a robe.” Jack felt like he couldn’t think completely clearly, though that was honestly normal for him. “It sort of sucked out my energy.” He almost added ‘like my 9th grade math teacher’ but he was too freaked out to attempt humor at the moment.
“Hey, by the way, any idea where we freaking are?”

 

[Amer]

(very much so)


Saturn huffed at the rude way he shoved the spear into her hands, scowling at him. Soft hissing reached her ears, slowly increasing in volume, until something bright red crept up from beneath the sand.
"What the fu—"
She backed up quickly, clutching the spear tightly. Frozen from head to toe, she couldn't move a single muscle. Run, run, run!

The monstrous red bug charged towards Hewitt, easily clawing its way over the shifting sand with its six legs.
“Language!” Hewitt shouted over his shoulder.
Hewitt raised his cane above his head.
Hewitt whapped it several times between the eyes before jumping to the left, not wanting to become a victim of the charging bug’s momentum. With his inhuman strength, Hewitt had literally bashed its head in.
The bug took a while to stop. One last good whap from the side, and the bug collapsed on its great feet.
The bug disappeared in a puff of fowl smelling smoke and Hewitt reached down and picked up the silver coin.
He pocketed the coin and looked smugly at Saturn, twirling his cane. “That’s how it’s done, kid. Remember, when a Beach Bug comes your way, go for the head. I wouldn’t like a nice kid like you to become lunch.”

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

She wrapped her arms around the baseball bat, she attempted to pull herself up to the branch. She got one foot up and attempted to get her other leg up

“This is by I hate the outdoors” she muttered pulling herself up before gripping onto the branch above for dear life while the tree shook from the charging Rhino/Camel

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

The monstrous red bug charged towards Hewitt, easily clawing its way over the shifting sand with its six legs.
“Language!” Hewitt shouted over his shoulder.
Hewitt raised his cane above his head.
Hewitt whapped it several times between the eyes before jumping to the left, not wanting to become a victim of the charging bug’s momentum. With his inhuman strength, Hewitt had literally bashed its head in.
The bug took a while to stop. One last good whap from the side, and the bug collapsed on its great feet.
The bug disappeared in a puff of fowl smelling smoke and Hewitt reached down and picked up the silver coin.
He pocketed the coin and looked smugly at Saturn, twirling his cane. “That’s how it’s done, kid. Remember, when a Beach Bug comes your way, go for the head. I wouldn’t like a nice kid like you to become lunch.”

Saturn didn't have time to process anything that had just happened. The old man moved with the speed of a young adult, and had the strength of a werewolf. It was terrifying watching him bash the massive bug before it vanished in a puff of sickening smoke.
"H-how?" She gave a soft squeak of confusion, eyes widened. "How did you do that?"
This has to be a dream.

 

[Amer]

Saturn didn't have time to process anything that had just happened. The old man moved with the speed of a young adult, and had the strength of a werewolf. It was terrifying watching him bash the massive bug before it vanished in a puff of sickening smoke.
"H-how?" She gave a soft squeak of confusion, eyes widened. "How did you do that?"
This has to be a dream.

Hewitt raised his cane. “Would you like an example, kid? I was cursed by a fairy as a child. Doesn’t that ever happen where you come from?” (Lol, it does, oftener than most people think. At least where Kyle comes from. His cousin had a fairy wife.)