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CONTRAT DE NOT'RP !

- Statut du RP : privé i guess ? :d
- Tour de jeu : //
- Délai maximum d'attente de réponse : hmm, deux semaines ?
- Autre : yes.

Don't you hate it when you wake up and end up not knowing where you are ?
I don’t. It’s one of my favorite pure bliss moment, actually ; you basically forget about everything that's a big deal. Like the fact that you are in a zombie apocalypse. Shit I remember that. Great, now it’s ruined.

… I still have no clue about this place though. No clue at all.

Although it does look like a living room, and an old-fashioned one that is ; chimney made of visible bricks, velvet curtains (there's a dusty beam of light passing throught, so I assume It’s morning – at least I know when I am) ; and a gloomy decoration (weird-ass looking portraits and two skulls in the shelves) ; did I mention the number of books in here ? No I didn’t because it would take a while to count them.

I left the bearskin carpet (where I was sitting) to get close to the shelves, I reached for one random book aaand… it was gibberish. I tried my luck with two more but they were also written in a foreign language. When I went to take a look out the window, the sight was poor as fuck. Only grass, that’s it. I couldn’t open the window, and I’m not dumb enough to break it, the smash could wake up the deads.

It was clearly a home, or maybe a mansion ; he’d have to explore it to know for sure.

I'm usually slow at waking up but, I’m little too conscious at this point to not remember anything related to this location and…an–

And he sneezed really loud. It was really dusty in here.

A what ? I'm not sure I heard it right. Even if I did, I wouldn't know what he's talking about. Colonoscopy can't be it. Who'd have that in the middle of nowhere at this time of day ? No, definitely not that. I must've misheard. I try to look around, see what he means. I spy with my little eye... Nothing if I keep staring at the ground, that's for sure.

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Why is he looking for a giant in between the ants ? I grabbed his head with both my hands and turned it in the direction of the shadow of a colossus ( :L: ) "That. The big scary thing. Am I going crazy again ?!"

I squint to look at the big shape on the horizon. I'm pretty sure that's a mountain. That is... until it moves. Slowly. I think my eyes are tricking me at first, but it does move. To my knowledge, mountains don't. So can't be a mountain, can it ? Maybe it's a space ship. Some new model I've never heard of. It has legs and arms too.

Aaah, that feels good man. Is this how the last president of the united state felt ? Now I can just sit down and chill by the edge of the highway, watching our inevitable doom. I wish I had a martini on my hand right now. I check on Ryot to see how's his first moment as the protagonist going for him "Looking' good ?"

Uh-huh. Sure. Not sure. What is supposed to look good ? I don't know, but it does. I committed to it now. Well.... That's it. Make a decision. I don't think it's coming this way..... so... maybe... Almost there. We should go more... this way ?

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"Huh, yeh I guess. Good call Mr. President." I get up then head nonchalantly on the opposite direction. "So what do we do after that ?"

I s'ppose we.. What ARE we supposed to do ? What were we even doing before ? I think I'm having that thing called an existential crisis. I always let myself be guided around to an extent where I don't even know how to take decisions by myself anymore. It's real' bad... We.. we... find..... a purpose. In life ?

A purpose ? Hah ! Ryot must be going through a typical protagonist crisis. One isn't supposed to have deep conversations at this hour of the day (especially in absence of drinks), but I'll make an exception. "I think I wanna go back to my world." I guess ? I don't wanna think too much about it, that's the protagonists work. "What about ye?"

I.. Am I not in my world ? Guess not. Too many strange things happening here. Didn't ya say yer world was scary and'all ? "Violent", that much he remembered. But his world was violent too. Still. There was the comfort of knowing where you were and what you had to do. The day-to-day. It's strange, but it's home. This strange, violent place... wasn't.

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I audibly sigh. Yeah it is, and I didn't think the day would come where I'd miss it, but I dare any motherfucker to want to stay in this world where everything is unpredictible and want to scare you out of your wits. "I wanna go home". I said again dreadfully and... what now ? Something fell from the sky ? Something black and round and flat... at least it doesn't look like a death note. And it didn't explode yet so... I look at Ryot. I'm not cheking it.

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What.... am I supposed to do now ? The protagonist laws are unsure and dangerous. I don't know them. When you've spent your entire life playing side-kick (or more like... background character), you start to forget how to act without someone commandeering you. Looks like a hole. What would Jesus a protagonist do ? Jump down... ?

Oh..... thanks....... I'm supposed to thank him, I'm sure. I'm not sure whether he complimented me, but it feels like it for sure, so... there you go. I did my duty. I scratched my nose, awkwardly standing around and shoving small pieces of gravel through the hole to watch them fall. Seemed like a hole, sure enough. Whelp. There ya go. See you. And gone I was.

Huh, he didn't chew on his words for once... I kept looking where Ryot disapeared. The atmosphere became somewhat more scary, now that I was officially alone. So I didn't wait long and...jumped down.

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