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4/2/2020 12:30:50 AM
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Prowogue to Hystewia [RP]

On a cold morning in OffTopic, all was not well. The stock market had just taken a serious toll, frightening investors. Furries and suspected furries were being hunted and slain in the streets with extreme prejudice. Chaos, fear and insanity had all descended upon our once peaceful city. Like months before, ethereal phantoms began to stalk the streets. These are not fur suit wearing deviants, but misshapen abominations of man and beast. Lumpy bodies and bulging muscles covered in patches of mangy fur, dry scales, shiny carapace, or slimy mucus. Some have too many eyes or limbs, bones protruding from their bodies like spines or horns, and they shamble arounds the city groaning and moaning in their unsettlingly childlike voices, "Embwace us and join the wevewwy!" Some were incorporeal, disrupting traffic as cars passed through their ghostly forms. Others were very, very real, and slew innocent bystanders with their crooked, sharp claws. In the midst of this turmoil, small flowers began to grow from the sewers. They looked harmless, and many children picked them to bring home. It was a sweet distraction from the awful visitations occuring, lowering even the parent’s guard. But in the night, the flowers spoke. They spoke softly, and whispered a cryptic phrase. “That is nyot dead which can etewnyaw wie, and with stwange aeons even death may die. Come Fwiday my wegions weave, and dwaw theiw swowds to hewmets cweave.” The dead flower that was left on the capitol mall bubbled and boiled as the acidic blood began to eat at the outer layers of itself. As quickly as it came, the massive flower ate itself, and was gone. But before the flower fully disappeared, it choked out a few words. “Uwu is back, b!tches. Wewcome to my endga-wait, nyo, that’s watew. Um… I’ww caww this… Owoutbweak pawt 2? Yeah, Owoutbweak pawt 2!” Cackling with a thousand voices, the flower faded, and all that remained was a steaming crater. The phantoms continued to terrorize the city, and the whispers haunted houses at night. For everyone in OffTopic, Friday couldn’t come fast enough. [spoiler]The Owo RP will be Friday, so write that down I guess. It'll probably spill over to Saturday, so don't worry about missing it. You can hunt ethereal abOwOminations here if you want, I'll be around.[/spoiler]

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  • Calimafindë walls down the streets of offtopic with his sword drawn. The elf is new to these lands so he is visibly confused for he has not even seen the first outbreak. A sword and a chain shirt may not provide much against the power of abominations but the elven warrior will try his best to defend the people.

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