OOC: Not only the longest roleplay, but I assume it's the longest topic..I've seen a topic that is just close to this, and that is the counting forum game (just 100 posts behind us).
I read the poetry book. I had always enjoyed Lord Byron, and finding one of his books was nice. I flicked through the pages, stopping to read a random poem, enjoying the metaphors and other techniques Byron used in his poem. Finishing the poem, I flicked through the pages again, before stopping at the start of a new poem. I looked at the first line, and stopped. Looking at it, it seemed different from the other lines. I seemed to connect with it, and what it meant made me think of the start of the apocalypse, about how my family was dead, my girlfriend, everyone I had known. I started running from the zombies, and eventually from my guilt, and I hadn't stopped running for the past 12 years. I put the book down, held my head in my hands, and started to cry. I had left everyone I had known to die. In one act of cowardice at the start, I essentially killed the people I loved. The tears ran down my eyes as I thought about the line from the poem, and what it meant to me.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away...
Take solace in the rain, my children. It only means I'm near.
*sees cameron and walks over to him*
hey cameron i think were going to be having a music party and i was wondering if you would play your guitar
please your prety awesome at it
*I would look at alex blushing, leaning up a little i would softly kiss his cheek and smile* Your a very good friend, alex.
OOC: oh my god i can't believe that this lasted so long, thank you guy's so much for being apart of my rp, i really hope we can continue this without it becoming boring
*walks up to the party room with cameron following*
whoa this place looks greater than i expected
*looks through some instruments*
Whoa a trumpet
*plays a small scale*
cool i can i move into this room lol
*grabs a chord for the guitar to hook it up to the surround system*
here try something out
OOC: longest thread ever YAAAAAY (and the awesomest c: )
IC: *i would just look around and spot an air ducin wich i swiftly run into breaking the whole cover making a very loud noises as i would be crawling around the
air ducts*
OOC: I'm sure it won't be boring; this shall continue for as long as these forums exist
IC:
*turns to Katy, and was about to say something, but hears noises all over the house*
Katy..wait here for a second..I'll go check the air vents..never thought anything would actually go in there; even though there's plenty of space, as they're kind of large. That sound is like someone..or something..is there, in the vents.
*takes his shotgun from Katy's bed, putting him on his shoulder*
We'll talk later.. I'd hang around and chat, but who knows what might be there..
*walks outside of the bedroom, going in the nearest vent and crawling inside, crawling throughout the vents*
I went up to the drums beside Cameron and his guitar. "Do you know Paranoid? We could play that before anyone requests", I said to Cameron, and smiled.
I'm in my bedroom looking outside, when suddenly I spotted a large group of zombie's heading this way, definately 50-70 zombie's. "Wow, how did they get here."
I walked downstairs to the intercom and said:
"Hey guy's I don't want to be a party crasher, but I think you have to get your guns and go outside, there is a large group of zombies coming this way. See you!"
"People will laugh at your dreams, then hate you when you made them come true."