Third Person Sample Posts for carvaka

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(( Numbers and prompts are going to be just like Carvaka's test drive meme post! Also, prose or brackets are fine with me! ))


Terry Bogard

3: Why does it have to be slugs?
No joke, there is a grown man in his mid-30's that STILL can't deal with being around slimy creatures. Snails, slugs, and all other stuff. He just can't deal with it! And what did some random asshole say to make his already crummy day even worse?

'At least it's not you're covered in slugs.'

It's always sad to see a grown man cry. Or let out a shrilling cry. Or just huddle into a ball and just contemplate life... but that was sure A Thing as he finally was able to shake off the last of the slugs from his arms and out of his hair. And clothes. Yeeeeaah, they were reaching into places and this guy is now practically in his underwear and flapping his pants into the air to shake more of the slimy creatures out.

"Not cool, man! Not cool! That was just wrong on ALL levels! Never okay, never WILL be okay! And no, I'm NOT okay! Augh... dammit, now I need to take a shower. I'm never gonna feel clean after this!"

2/4: Let me buy you a drink. (Smut option, M/F please.)

Well, it was certainly an effort to try and scavenge out any sort of edible food or drink out there available. On the bright side, Terry was able to find his favorite hang out spot in Southtown: The PaoPao Cafe! A place that is guaranteed to have something, if not plenty of room for shelter!

The bad news, however, is that all of the food was molded and what liquor around was either flat or gone. So this whole trip was a bust in the end. Still, a little piece of home isn't too too bad. Even if it is mostly a wreck and in shambles.

And so with guilt written all over his face, Terry nervously scratched the back of his head as he turned away from the bar counter and towards his 'companion' that helped him get this far.

"Yeeeeeaaah... look, turns out that this place isn't a go after all. I mean, we can keep on looking for more, but to be honest we've both gotten pretty hungry in the middle of all of this looking around and... well, basically what I'm getting at is I'm willing to make up for dragging you around with me if you'd want me to take care of the hunger issue now."

Well, at least owning up to his mess up is a start. But that echo of a growling stomach didn't really make things too convincing... or appropriate on his part though, sadly. So it's time to stop up his game by doing his usual thing: Being direct.

"Not exactly food, but it'll at least stave off the hunger pains for a little while longer. You up for that?"

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Xylon Rahda

2: Exploring the remnants of home.
[ Not gonna lie here. This is probably the first in a long time where a certain dragonborn is going to inhale a whole carton of cigarettes in the matter of minutes. After getting his bearing for a moment to realize just what is going on and where he was at... turns out that he couldn't figure out either.

So yeah. First lighting up that cigarette before letting out a small sigh of annoyance. This is going to be a long day. Because seriously, look at this place. It looks like someone took the deserted ghost town apocalypse theme and added broken buildings and shattered glass everywhere. Ever seen a skyscraper just dangling by a couple of beam poles dangerously above your head with bits of rubble and dirt randomly coming down like rain?

Yeah, neither has Xylon until now. So he's making a QUICK effort to moving out of potential danger. ]

Geez. When I was expecting to get some information about the whats, wheres, and hows about this place, I didn't expect the whole area to be a friggin' deserted wasteland. Emphasis on the waste part.

I mean, seriously! This place is just depressing to look at! You'd almost expect at least an abandoned welcome center with old pamphlets about the area, but that seems to be too much to ask. Well, at least it can't get any worse, I guess.

5: Help Wanted: Must be willing to work your butt off. (Smut option, M/F preferred.)
[ Well, SOME progress has been made! A little make shift shelter to help protect the elements inside an abandoned quarry. Kind of primitive, but definitely a good location for safety of the cold, hoarding good finds, and protection from other potential threats-- save for food, a heating element source, a real bed, and... you know... other modern convenience. Who would have thought a person would have grown to actually miss plumbing of all things?

Well, at least things were looking up so far! That is until he reached for his pack of cigarettes. His empty pack of cigarettes. Hooooo boy. There goes his last lifeline. And according to the hearsay about how this world works, apparently there IS a way for cope with the remaining issues! Sex is apparently what makes the world go round now for things like hunger and other good stuff, so maybe it could fix up some addiction cravings too!

And all of that involves getting other people to his hiding spot too for that to work. Well... on one hand, having to share his shelter to would be survivors could be dangerous. But on the other hand, maybe a roommate won't be so bad? Worst case scenario is that nobody comes, after all! So the best way to solve this?

... stand outside of the quarry itself and hoping to find someone to stop by to give him a hand, and more. And trying to avoid looking like he's about to starve from hunger and withdraws. Oh, is that someone coming closer? It sure looks like it! Time to bring out the negotiator's charm! ]

Hey-heeeeeeeeeeey buddy! Look, I'm in a bit of a jam here and could really go for some help right about now. Think you'd be up to it? Promise, it'll take...mmeeeh... fifteen? Ten! Ten minutes of your time, tops!