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 Post subject: A post-Apoctalipic RP
PostPosted: March 17th, 2007, 2:07 am 
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NOTE:: Much thanks to Areku for guidence though the creation process.

NOTE:: NOT in BIYG or likewise world, more like 1990s in our world(at least the beginning).

  A woodpecker is heard in a nearby oak, an owl hoots in the dark night, and twitter of a songbird. A fish splashes in the small pond, a toad croaks and a child called in for bed or dinner giggles, replies... then the door can be heard being shut. A soft breeze, a mild dry spring or fall night. Walking across the grass there is no crunch or stepping noise. One dog barks, another howls in response. It's a calm peaceful night in a calm peaceful place. A few vehicles pass on a street to the north, a car backfires to the east-a cat howls in complaint. It's the dream evening for a modern fairytale, it just perfect enough without overdoing it.
  The temperature falls to 30F(-1C){Just colder than freezing}, the wind stops in mid-howl, the glow from streetlights, homes, and cars all vanishes. The sound of the pond water freezes to a standstill. Did time just stop? There was not a bird to be heard. Nothing can be heard, did time truly stop? But wait, what's that? *thump thump* *tap tap tap, thump, tap* Was that a woodpecker? Can it allude time as well? The church clock silently turns to 9pm, the air so still the movement pulses though the air. The world you imagined from what you saw before the utter darkness seemed to evaporate.
  Awakening, laying just as before your world went black, in the spot where you were standing, the world moving as it should. The big church clock read at 10-7, judging by the light and traffic it must be morning... 10:35am. Was it all a dream? The songbirds are in full swing, the squirrels bicker over acorns, children play in the low traffic. A warm breeze sways the grass. The woodpecker taps, like drums for the rest of the band some birds singing, some random beats from horns and squirrels, and a guitar or piano from others. It’s a peaceful but catchy tune, the tune of rhythm. The drum solo began, it could use some practice. Snapped back to reality the drums turn back into a woodpecker.
  A few white, fluffy clouds hung in the pale-blue sky. They looked squishy and toy-like. The park was nice, and few kids ran around playing a game, possibly tag. Sitting on a nearby bench the game was interesting... the rules were clearly a mix of many games and not set in even pencil and there was much debate over them. After a while of watching the game, and dogs poop without being picked up after a chilly breeze impulses to look up, where the fluffy white must have merged and not the sky appeared to be a smooth white, except even as they were watched the clouds grew darker. Walking to the pond pigeons scattered away from your feet but hung near awaiting stale bread. The clouds reflected off the pond seemed normal but looking up there were full and ready to piss. The air wasn’t at all humid and no one else noticed the clouds... likely too busy with their successful lives. Walking back to where you awoke and sitting the world seemed to continue without you.
  Suddenly a sheet of water crashes down, after a few minutes it stops and the clouds vanish. In the sky the most beautiful rainbow, huge, a complete spectrum of colors. It reminds you of something a young child would attempt to color onto paper, to give to someone in hopes of extinguishing any and all anger towards the child. The children that were playing are now soaked but chatter about the pretty rainbow. A woodpecker seemed to enjoy the rainfall, as it pecked for bugs in a tree to your right. The ground started to tremble and the breeze became a wind, children ran to their homes as parents called them. Anyone walking a dog started to head back. The ground trembled again and the wind started to feel more like a gale. Was this just another dream? A few more trembles followed, starting to gain force and were closer together in time. Then it all stopped, the trembles, the screaming, and the howling wind.
  Then in one enormous sweep of power a hurricane-like wind and a huge crack appeared in the ground before you. Trees were uprooted or fell into the earth, homes had disintegrated, and the screaming was louder than before. Now vehicles, sirens, doors and the wind all screamed. Smaller cracks in the ground were appearing and spreading, the wind kept appearing, ripping something to ash and vanishing before appearing else where. The hurricane appeared just to your side and headed for you but a car to the south had exploded and there was now a fire. The wind stopped sipping towards you and went over to fan the flames to a raging inferno. With the wind no long howling in your ears and were screams were to be heard, there was a “peck, pururur, tap-tapâ€


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