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  1. Verdance
    ARG stands for alternate reality game. It’s like a story told through a bunch of puzzles, very often on websites and stuff. Game Theory has covered a lot of ARGs.
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    Hmmm imma have to dog through my middle school ARG obsession for examples. Like, Inscryption, or Welcome Home, for instance. A manga is kind of a massive commitment, isn’t it?
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    Its a metaphor for public school :3 idk, kind of intrusive actually, if you already have plans for your world.
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    This has potential for some ARG type stuff, if you feel like it.
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    Radiation caused people outside to be vaporized, people inside to be pompei’d this is not scientific the survivor of winslow got lucky and lives with radiation poisoning, memory loss, and extreme suceptibility to manipulation. He’s thirty four years old and has gone to school every day of his life until today.
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    Uh idk this is not canon to your universe ofc the idea was Mono becomes authoritarian and then the people fight back then Mono just nukes everything
  7. Verdance
    What was the original thing that got someone banned?
  8. Verdance
    The sky is filled with pink fire as the sun breaches the horizon behind the black silhouettes of trees. Tall loblollies with blackened scaly bark that resemble teardrops hanging into the sky, green needles filled with yellow buds in the springtime. Clouds are gathering, moving quickly to chase you down and leave you damp in first period. Best to keep moving. You emerge from the sports field that borders the forest, an empty memory of children laughing and running and playing together, the spraypainted lines and zones nearly invisible in the overgrown grass. Here and there is a stray brick, concrete, wood, or plastic rubble. Pay them no heed. Continuing on, you climb a mostly intact chain link fence and drop into a parking lot. The lines in white and yellow are preserved far better here, where the scorch marks don’t cover them up. No one is here at the school this weekend, but there are plenty of cars in the parking lot. Technically. You’re sure that some of them could still be considered cars, if you squint at them. The sun beats down on you, and a humid spring breeze carries the smell of wildflowers and burning plastic as you step onto the quad. This space between the school buildings is a haven, where students are allowed to go outside at lunch or wait for their parents during afternoon carpool. There are benches, tables, trees, a small garden, and a basketball court. You pass by the numerous backpacks full of flaky ashen binders and notebooks, left behind by the shadows imprinted on the walls. The door is locked, and the receptionist doesn’t seem to notice you’re there, so you let yourself in through the hole in the window, gingerly picking yourself over the rubble. A bell rings, or really, an automated noise played over the PA system. If you’re not quick, you’ll be late for class. You quickly make your way through the halls, weaving your way through the statue-like maze of students trying to get to class. You always seem to spot the same students on their route between classes, and though you couldn’t name them, you could probably guess which classes they have. You enter the senior wing, and climb the steps to the third floor, and enter the math hall. They seem to have installed a new window and left it open, as there is a cold, wet breeze blowing in, making puddles on the dirty floor, running the ink on the freshman’s presentations tacked to the wall. You can’t count the number of days where you’ve showed up, stared blankly in the same seven classes, learned what seems like nothing, not spoken to anyone new, and gone home hungry. Graduation must be soon, right? You finally make it to class, a few seconds before the bell rings. Your usual seat has been taken by the gaping hole in the side of the classroom, so you sit on the opposite side. Someone has left their laptop here, and you are about to move it to the side before it suddenly flashes to life, a message crossing the screen in green boot up text. To the Winslow Survivor: wake up. you are not in school. wake up. there is no graduation. wake up. the world is ended. wake up. don’t trust Mono. wake up. wake up. wake up. WAKE UP. credit @Through The Living Girl for inspiration and Mono.
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    This is really good!
  10. Verdance
    Theologian… interesting the real question is, what is being silenced?
  11. Verdance
    Luthadelian Nobility
  12. Verdance
    A moral compass
  13. Verdance
    Dont hate yourself think… happy thoughts puppies and sunflowers and strawberry ice cream
  14. Verdance
    Ooh fun ill try that soon GN
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    HA I WASTED LIKE EIGHT but i will magnanimously allow you to keep the three percent of your soul wagered. Idk, can’t hurt anything if you do (check rules)
  16. Verdance
    How many hours? bet you 3/100s of you soul i wasted more :3
  17. Verdance
    Dont make me bring out my bible calculus is more made up than France would you agree XD
  18. Verdance
    I deserve death
  19. Verdance
    *blinks* this is the correct position.
  20. Verdance
    We should start a club isiaahbtdstwte club rolls right off the tongue
  21. Verdance
    High praise, i really appreciate that!
  22. Verdance
    How did i inspire you? —— wait this is fire actually. What if you and a friend drew like, a piece of paper with scribbled notes back and forth on it, would that work?
  23. Verdance
    I have a dog. Whenever i get lonely, i pet the dog. Sometimes she appears when i am doing homework and jumps up on my lap halfway and demands attention, then i have an excuse not to be doing homework.
  24. Verdance
    rip private school yall are all wrong, homeschool is better :3
  25. Verdance
    Yes, the lake of fire is pretty overrated as far as tourist attractions go, but i enjoyed the nine rings experience. The trick is to avoid the crowds and wear noise canceling headphones to avoid your ears bleeding from the constant “OH GOD NO **** NO HELP PLEASE public school sucks, izzy. It just does. This is a fact of life- when the government takes money from people, that money and anything it is used for is tainted and evil.
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