Horror
Haunted Asylum? Yep! Serial Killers? You're in the right place. Demonic Possessions? We got em!
If you want to concoct a roleplay that will leave us both feeling on edge and looking in the closet for shadow monsters, this is the genre for you. This one I will most certainly want to play a male and keep romance to a minimum.
If you want to concoct a roleplay that will leave us both feeling on edge and looking in the closet for shadow monsters, this is the genre for you. This one I will most certainly want to play a male and keep romance to a minimum.
Scenario Sample:
Blaine Davis and his younger brother, Hunter had just pulled up to thier families old cabing in the woods of West Virginia. This was the first time eithier boy had been back here since thier parents murder suicide but they knew this was the last piece of the puzzle of full peace so they could move on. In the 6 years since the last family vacation, when Blaine was 16 and Hunter 12, the weeds had grown up to the porch and the place had begun to show some serious wear and tear. He'd promised his brother they'd only stay the one night but hell, Blaine was kinda wanting to turn and head for home now. But, he told himself, they needed this. He killed the car and got out, Lighting up a Marlboro Red 100 and looking around again. He looked in at Hunter and then at the door half off hinges of the cabin. "One night...One night and then we'll get a motel room in town and sell this place off our hands for good." As he waited for his brothers response, He could have swore he saw a hand in the window and started going for his .45. Maybe the goosebumps he'd gotten weren't just from ghost stories they'd told here as kids and the threat of snakes.
Blaine Davis and his younger brother, Hunter had just pulled up to thier families old cabing in the woods of West Virginia. This was the first time eithier boy had been back here since thier parents murder suicide but they knew this was the last piece of the puzzle of full peace so they could move on. In the 6 years since the last family vacation, when Blaine was 16 and Hunter 12, the weeds had grown up to the porch and the place had begun to show some serious wear and tear. He'd promised his brother they'd only stay the one night but hell, Blaine was kinda wanting to turn and head for home now. But, he told himself, they needed this. He killed the car and got out, Lighting up a Marlboro Red 100 and looking around again. He looked in at Hunter and then at the door half off hinges of the cabin. "One night...One night and then we'll get a motel room in town and sell this place off our hands for good." As he waited for his brothers response, He could have swore he saw a hand in the window and started going for his .45. Maybe the goosebumps he'd gotten weren't just from ghost stories they'd told here as kids and the threat of snakes.