Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27541663-20170414051104/@comment-28110025-20170415232421

A man sits alone in a room. He is surrounded by crosses strung up on a wall. In his drug addled mind, this means he is safe for another day from those who wander outside. He leans down to the coffee table and snorts a strange substance. This causes him to pound his fists on the table, nearly knocking down his pistol. "FUCKING SHIT!" He yells. In a moment of rage, he lifts his gun and points it at his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a photograph of his daughter. His daughter died 4 years ago. She would have been 5 last month. He begins to sob, and drops the gun to the floor. After a moment of crying, he slaps himself across the face.

Composing himself, he charges towards his window. Opening the shutters, he sees horrible humanoid creatures wandering the streets. They have large eyes, large bust sizes, and crazy bright "hair" colors. They wander around in stange, schoolgirl uniforms, and talk in broken Japanese. 3 years ago, this was Kentucky. The man grabs his gun, and walks to the door. He is going to even the score, starting with the school looking building.