You wake up, engulfed in heat, your throat dry as bone. Disorientated, you sit up, taking in your surroundings. All around you is the ashes of a burnt forest, a few others like you, burnt and bloody, are unconscious in the clearing.. Who are these people? Where am I? You think, confused. Who am I? All these thoughts are interrupted by one thing. One word.
1) No god modding, please!
2) Correct use of spelling, grammar, and punctuation.
3) No Mary Sues!
4) Please ask to join! I may or may not ask for an example post.
5) Have fun!
(We will give eachother nicknames as we progress.)
'When I was a young girl, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said, "Girl, when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned? Because one day, I'll leave you. A phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join The Black Parade.'
Killjoys, make some noise.