From the depths of hell...
While i was scheduled to rock onto the scene (A hint? Who knows? ... actually, i do. It's not.) second, i am willing to parade onto first slot if it means getting underway quicker. My monster is no less fun than Msh's, and has had no less work put in... but i think a sacrifice is worth it for the joys of getting this thing running.
This means, however... that you will need to re-write your characters. You can use the ones you have when it comes to round 2, but my little circus of horror (it's not a circus) takes place not inside a hotel, and new ones are called for.
If you want to re-write your characters and start under-strength, then i'm willing to begin immediately.
While i was scheduled to rock onto the scene (A hint? Who knows? ... actually, i do. It's not.) second, i am willing to parade onto first slot if it means getting underway quicker. My monster is no less fun than Msh's, and has had no less work put in... but i think a sacrifice is worth it for the joys of getting this thing running.
This means, however... that you will need to re-write your characters. You can use the ones you have when it comes to round 2, but my little circus of horror (it's not a circus) takes place not inside a hotel, and new ones are called for.
If you want to re-write your characters and start under-strength, then i'm willing to begin immediately.
Monster: Ha! Like i'll tell you that!
Intro...
Hollow Pine Trailer Park... what a dump. Admittedly, not as shocking as some you might find nearer the south, in that it was occasionally a holiday spot for the unrepentantly cheap or desperate. You wouldn't want to stay there at this time of winter though, place was an absolute icicle in the snow and freezing rain.
Luckily, you aren't. Your plane leaves for the sunny shores of Australia in 4 hours, once you've picked up one last member of the tour... Unable to make it to the designated leaving point, instead your final member convinced the tour guide to make a tiny stop along the way at Hollow Pine to pick her up. You wish they hadn't, you packed for bloody Sydney, not the driving drifts that wafted down over the bus as it rumbles down the road towards the gates.
Power outage? Why weren't the lights on the neon sign on? Oh, you see it. A tree fell over the lines... yikes... place must be freezing without electric heating. You can see smoke from one or two trailers, however. So presumably, the folk here were riding out the storm.
It doesn't matter. In a few hours you'll be cramped into an airline seat... and then... white sands and blue ocean. The perfect holiday.
Intro...
Hollow Pine Trailer Park... what a dump. Admittedly, not as shocking as some you might find nearer the south, in that it was occasionally a holiday spot for the unrepentantly cheap or desperate. You wouldn't want to stay there at this time of winter though, place was an absolute icicle in the snow and freezing rain.
Luckily, you aren't. Your plane leaves for the sunny shores of Australia in 4 hours, once you've picked up one last member of the tour... Unable to make it to the designated leaving point, instead your final member convinced the tour guide to make a tiny stop along the way at Hollow Pine to pick her up. You wish they hadn't, you packed for bloody Sydney, not the driving drifts that wafted down over the bus as it rumbles down the road towards the gates.
Power outage? Why weren't the lights on the neon sign on? Oh, you see it. A tree fell over the lines... yikes... place must be freezing without electric heating. You can see smoke from one or two trailers, however. So presumably, the folk here were riding out the storm.
It doesn't matter. In a few hours you'll be cramped into an airline seat... and then... white sands and blue ocean. The perfect holiday.