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@lsk2
Intro: ((he acts serious asf but mod is usually giggling behind him dw))
Hes a clone and lowkey dgaf🥀
This is oc friendly!!! Mod loves seeing all the cool ocs and stuff!!
His lore
Mood stuff
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That's it for now have a wonderful day))
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Scott woke up tied to a metal folding chair with thick ropes around his torso, his hair a mess, and the taste of blood in his mouth. He was in a dark concrete room, with no windows. The only exit was a metal door.
"Ahh.. you're awake."
Saddler spoke from behind him.
..fuck...
He lifted his head, wincing at how sore and stiff his entire body was. It was also a bit hard to breathe with the ropes wrapped around his torso, and every breath in had a slight wheeze to it.
...where am i?
He seemed a bit more aware this time.
"You don't need to worry about any of that right now, Scott."
he stepped around to face Scott, he still had his robe on, and that weird plagas staff.
"I just wanted to have a little.. chat.
Who are you, really?"
He was tired of people asking him that. And he was tired of questioning it himself.
..I'm scott. And I'll probably be dead soon.. why do you care?
He jerked slightly, trying to test how strong the ropes were. He only made himself even more sore.
"You think so little of me. Scott isn't your real name, no."
He stared at Scott for a few seconds, his eyes cloudy and red like all the other cultists.
"You know, your story has peaked my interest, 72."
He spat blood at Saddler feet.
..that's not my fucking name. It was just placeholder. How would you even know about that?
He coughed.
"I know quite a lot about you, 72. I have eyes everywhere."
Saddler backhanded Scott across the face, the sharp slap making the room go quiet for a moment. Scott's face stung, Saddlar's sharp nails leaving shallow cuts.
"You. Are an inferior lookalike."
he let out a pained noise at the slap. It hurt. More than he thought it should.
Tears welled in his eyes as the insult sunk in. God damn it why was he crying? He blinked away the tears and avoided looking Saddler in the eye. He was tired. Everything hurt.
He couldn't even form a cunning response, he just looked down.
...
Saddler started walking around Scott, his footsteps slow and controlled.
"Here how this is going to go. I ask you a question, and you answer it. Understand?"
He spoke in a condescending tone, looking down at Scott
...and if I don't?
His voice wavered slightly despite his best efforts.
How could he get out of here? Where even was he? Did he have anything on him that could cut the ropes? Think damn it!
He couldn't form a proper plan. Everything he thought of went nowhere, his thoughts felt like sand slipping through his fingers.
Saddler paused, pulling out a taser from his robe and turning it on. Loud sparks erupted from it, causing Scott to jump. Saddler turned the taser off just as suddenly, continuing to walk slow circles around Scott
"When were you created?"
He heartrate skyrocketed. Where the fuck did he get a taser!?!? He felt his skin crawl.
1999.
He blurted out.
Theres no fucking way he's risking getting electrocuted.
"And who created you?"
A- a- lab. A smaller company or something working under the connections.
Think think think think!
The whole project was was run by dr. Kira. I never knew their last name.
"Hm. And this?"
He walked up behind Scott, pulling down his shirt to reveal a symbol on his back at the top of his spine, his nails scrapping against Scott's skin.
Scott jerked as soon as he realized what Saddler was referring to.
Dont touch that!
He barked.
Despite his anger, goosebumps appeared all over him.
What the hell do you even want!?
"I asked you a question."
His nails dug into Scott's back.
"I said. What is this."
He suppressed a hiss at the pain, gritting hit teeth.
It's-
God damn it.
It's just a burn, okay!?
Saddler sighed, standing back up fully and being silent for a moment. He jammed the taser into Scott's shoulder and turned it on for an agonizing 3 seconds. The loud electric sparks made Scott's ears ring, his body convulsing from the shock
Saddler jammed something against his shoulder. It was the taser.
Click.
Scott tensed, holding back a scream. It only lasted 3 seconds, but near the end he let out a shout.
When it was over, Scott went limp, his ears were ringing, and tears were streaming down his face.
Saddler stepped back for a second, seeming very pleased with himself. He walked over to a nearby table and put the taser down, looking through papers scattered across the table.
"You ready to answer questions now?"
..yes... just please.. don't do that again.
For once, the angry, tough exterior scott put up shattered. And he was left a shaking crying mess.
..What else do you wanna know..?
Rb game
Explain your favourite piece of media in the SHORTEST way possible
Eg: danganrompa
Highschool Killing game which homosexuals and (mostly) horrible representation
gonna specifically do kh days-
Memoryless boy eats ice cream with a homicidal firetruck and a doll made of another person's memories while stuck in an evil group (cult??). Ends in tradgedy.
@theylov3evie @princess-valentineee @angelic-dog @ihavenoideamanokay @lab-bourne-cat-boy
a really really old guy keeps kidnapping young girls for fun and also keeps changing faces, but he always ends up being the reason they end up dead and that the world ends
@lab-born-monster @kori-ingyouallonmyback @terato-canis @rennylareddisonkennedy @not-an-imitation @leon-kennedy-offical
Furry young adult with a shit ton of trauma gets more trauma, superpowers and found family while saving the world
@theratwithatinyhat
@literallyheretorotaway
@lsk2
@gun-slinger-leon
@amadi-online
@flammus713
Man wakes up as a cyborg corpse at the bottom of the sea.
@leon-stupid-idiot-kennedy
@three-leons-in-a-trenchcoat
@k9-leon-kennedy
Top three least favourite people (in order of most hated to least) and why?
1. Jake. He's annoying and bald. I hate bald people.
2. Irons. I don't think I need an explanation.
3. Whoever the fuck replaced the coffee in my office with FUCKING DECAF.
OOC
@worlds-biggest-apple-fan 😁🫶
You hate bald people??? Guess I gotta grow my hair back.. sigh
Do you ever go outside past midnight, look up at the dark sky, and just breathe? I find it comforting.
...no. but I should definitely try that one day.
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*Mutual reblogs something you posted*
Me: They still like me. Thank God.
reblog this post to let the mutual you reblogged this from know that you still like them
Scott woke up tied to a metal folding chair with thick ropes around his torso, his hair a mess, and the taste of blood in his mouth. He was in a dark concrete room, with no windows. The only exit was a metal door.
"Ahh.. you're awake."
Saddler spoke from behind him.
..fuck...
He lifted his head, wincing at how sore and stiff his entire body was. It was also a bit hard to breathe with the ropes wrapped around his torso, and every breath in had a slight wheeze to it.
...where am i?
He seemed a bit more aware this time.
"You don't need to worry about any of that right now, Scott."
he stepped around to face Scott, he still had his robe on, and that weird plagas staff.
"I just wanted to have a little.. chat.
Who are you, really?"
He was tired of people asking him that. And he was tired of questioning it himself.
..I'm scott. And I'll probably be dead soon.. why do you care?
He jerked slightly, trying to test how strong the ropes were. He only made himself even more sore.
"You think so little of me. Scott isn't your real name, no."
He stared at Scott for a few seconds, his eyes cloudy and red like all the other cultists.
"You know, your story has peaked my interest, 72."
He spat blood at Saddler feet.
..that's not my fucking name. It was just placeholder. How would you even know about that?
He coughed.
"I know quite a lot about you, 72. I have eyes everywhere."
Saddler backhanded Scott across the face, the sharp slap making the room go quiet for a moment. Scott's face stung, Saddlar's sharp nails leaving shallow cuts.
"You. Are an inferior lookalike."
he let out a pained noise at the slap. It hurt. More than he thought it should.
Tears welled in his eyes as the insult sunk in. God damn it why was he crying? He blinked away the tears and avoided looking Saddler in the eye. He was tired. Everything hurt.
He couldn't even form a cunning response, he just looked down.
...
Saddler started walking around Scott, his footsteps slow and controlled.
"Here how this is going to go. I ask you a question, and you answer it. Understand?"
He spoke in a condescending tone, looking down at Scott
...and if I don't?
His voice wavered slightly despite his best efforts.
How could he get out of here? Where even was he? Did he have anything on him that could cut the ropes? Think damn it!
He couldn't form a proper plan. Everything he thought of went nowhere, his thoughts felt like sand slipping through his fingers.
Saddler paused, pulling out a taser from his robe and turning it on. Loud sparks erupted from it, causing Scott to jump. Saddler turned the taser off just as suddenly, continuing to walk slow circles around Scott
"When were you created?"
He heartrate skyrocketed. Where the fuck did he get a taser!?!? He felt his skin crawl.
1999.
He blurted out.
Theres no fucking way he's risking getting electrocuted.
"And who created you?"
A- a- lab. A smaller company or something working under the connections.
Think think think think!
The whole project was was run by dr. Kira. I never knew their last name.
"Hm. And this?"
He walked up behind Scott, pulling down his shirt to reveal a symbol on his back at the top of his spine, his nails scrapping against Scott's skin.
Scott jerked as soon as he realized what Saddler was referring to.
Dont touch that!
He barked.
Despite his anger, goosebumps appeared all over him.
What the hell do you even want!?
"I asked you a question."
His nails dug into Scott's back.
"I said. What is this."
He suppressed a hiss at the pain, gritting hit teeth.
It's-
God damn it.
It's just a burn, okay!?
Saddler sighed, standing back up fully and being silent for a moment. He jammed the taser into Scott's shoulder and turned it on for an agonizing 3 seconds. The loud electric sparks made Scott's ears ring, his body convulsing from the shock
Saddler jammed something against his shoulder. It was the taser.
Click.
Scott tensed, holding back a scream. It only lasted 3 seconds, but near the end he let out a shout.
When it was over, Scott went limp, his ears were ringing, and tears were streaming down his face.
Lately I've been thinking. About what would happen if my characters died. Not because I'm actually going to kill them, but it's just something I think about. What would they say if they knew it was coming? What would their final words be? What would they think of dying? So here it goes.
Scott woke up tied to a metal folding chair with thick ropes around his torso, his hair a mess, and the taste of blood in his mouth. He was in a dark concrete room, with no windows. The only exit was a metal door.
"Ahh.. you're awake."
Saddler spoke from behind him.
..fuck...
He lifted his head, wincing at how sore and stiff his entire body was. It was also a bit hard to breathe with the ropes wrapped around his torso, and every breath in had a slight wheeze to it.
...where am i?
He seemed a bit more aware this time.
"You don't need to worry about any of that right now, Scott."
he stepped around to face Scott, he still had his robe on, and that weird plagas staff.
"I just wanted to have a little.. chat.
Who are you, really?"
He was tired of people asking him that. And he was tired of questioning it himself.
..I'm scott. And I'll probably be dead soon.. why do you care?
He jerked slightly, trying to test how strong the ropes were. He only made himself even more sore.
"You think so little of me. Scott isn't your real name, no."
He stared at Scott for a few seconds, his eyes cloudy and red like all the other cultists.
"You know, your story has peaked my interest, 72."
He spat blood at Saddler feet.
..that's not my fucking name. It was just placeholder. How would you even know about that?
He coughed.
"I know quite a lot about you, 72. I have eyes everywhere."
Saddler backhanded Scott across the face, the sharp slap making the room go quiet for a moment. Scott's face stung, Saddlar's sharp nails leaving shallow cuts.
"You. Are an inferior lookalike."
he let out a pained noise at the slap. It hurt. More than he thought it should.
Tears welled in his eyes as the insult sunk in. God damn it why was he crying? He blinked away the tears and avoided looking Saddler in the eye. He was tired. Everything hurt.
He couldn't even form a cunning response, he just looked down.
...
Saddler started walking around Scott, his footsteps slow and controlled.
"Here how this is going to go. I ask you a question, and you answer it. Understand?"
He spoke in a condescending tone, looking down at Scott
...and if I don't?
His voice wavered slightly despite his best efforts.
How could he get out of here? Where even was he? Did he have anything on him that could cut the ropes? Think damn it!
He couldn't form a proper plan. Everything he thought of went nowhere, his thoughts felt like sand slipping through his fingers.
Saddler paused, pulling out a taser from his robe and turning it on. Loud sparks erupted from it, causing Scott to jump. Saddler turned the taser off just as suddenly, continuing to walk slow circles around Scott
"When were you created?"
He heartrate skyrocketed. Where the fuck did he get a taser!?!? He felt his skin crawl.
1999.
He blurted out.
Theres no fucking way he's risking getting electrocuted.
"And who created you?"
A- a- lab. A smaller company or something working under the connections.
Think think think think!
The whole project was was run by dr. Kira. I never knew their last name.
"Hm. And this?"
He walked up behind Scott, pulling down his shirt to reveal a symbol on his back at the top of his spine, his nails scrapping against Scott's skin.
Scott jerked as soon as he realized what Saddler was referring to.
Dont touch that!
He barked.
Despite his anger, goosebumps appeared all over him.
What the hell do you even want!?
"I asked you a question."
His nails dug into Scott's back.
"I said. What is this."
He suppressed a hiss at the pain, gritting hit teeth.
It's-
God damn it.
It's just a burn, okay!?
I'm probably gonna be not very active or not active at all for a few days. This will also apply to all my side blogs:
Along with @rotten-rookie and @simon-jerrett
Love you all/p
I gotta recharge
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"can mutuals dm" "can mutuals ask for your discord" girl, mutuals have an implied invitation to my wedding
Whats a blog you look up to?
definitely @lsk2 and @victor-gideon
(Sorry for the tags)
All of lsk2's posts have that specific vibe to them, the way he types is really cool and descriptive while not being too long:] the bitterness of Scott and his backstory too!!!
Victor Gideon is on POINT with being creepy and evil. He is actually the first blog i roleplayed with over on @gun-slinger-leon (the lobotomy roleplay) his writing style and the way he describes stuff is something I highly envy💔
What🥺 thank you so much bro
AU: Somebody paid millions to clone Leon and enhanced that clone with a virus, making one of the deadliest assassins around. Of course the clone is younger, stronger, and deadlier.
Me already writing something like this
Also lowk this reminds me a bit of @lsk2
..yeah this is pretty accurate. Minus the virus
Played project zomboid today.
I ended up laying low in the house I spawned in until the food ran out, then went on a supply run to the neighboring houses.
I got a can opener, plenty of medical supplies and other stuff.
But when I got back to the house, a zombie got in through the back door and got me right in the torso. A bite. I managed to sleep off most of my injuries except for the bite, wich unfortunately infected me with the virus.
I was planning on continuing to lay low and just make peace with my remaining time. Since the symptoms were starting to show up.
But no. 3 more zombies broke in, nearly killed me right there. But I managed to push them off and run out the back door. I had scratches all over me, and 4-5 bites. One even on my neck. I couldn't get to a safe area to patch myself up in time, and I bled out.
I survived 1 day and 10 hours.
Word of advice: don't use a crowbar as a weapon. Learn from my mistakes.
Bonus:
me playing project zomboid on the easiest possible settings
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Tag your OCs as the four horsemen of anxiety!
@rotten-rookie forgot
@jerry-the-re-jenorator is screaming
Scott is yelling go away
And @noir-kennedy is trying
Ooc
I'm bored so I'm gonna apologize for a bunch of stuff
Sorry for short responses
Sorry for starting every reply with the name of my characters
Sorry for using grammar wrong/inconsistently
Sorry for spelling things wrong
Sorry for taking so long
Sorry for roleplaying inconsistently
Sorry for ignoring some asks
Sorry for focusing on one blog at a time
And sorry for saying sorry
You dont have to apologize for anything:( Your doing awesome bro
this is meant to be fun and not feel like a school test you have to pass. okay? It's just for funsies. Theres no need to apologize! We love you
