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Post by Seymour Glass on Jul 12, 2010 20:16:37 GMT -5
This is where all the VFD members go after they die. But there's a catch. Nobody here realizes that they're dead. Some people left behind children, but nobody who comes here has any memory of ever having children. This place looks exactly like the real world and feels like it too. This place has banks, stores, restaurants, a library, everything that our world has.
My OC, Gene Phillips, who I'll be playing, is sort of the guardian of VFD purgatory. He was once a human being, but he died and created this place for the volunteers. He doesn't remember ever having died.
Playable Characters:
Beatrice Baudelaire Bertrand Baudelaire Mr. Quagmire Mrs. Quagmire Count Olaf Monty Montgomery Josephine Anwhistle Ike Anwhistle Gregor Anwhistle Georgina Orwell Jacques Snicket Person of Indeterminate Gender Bald Man with Long Nose Olivia Caliban (Madame Lulu) Dewey Denouement Kit Snicket
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Jul 12, 2010 21:05:58 GMT -5
I'll be playing as Kit.
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Post by Seymour Glass on Jul 15, 2010 9:18:16 GMT -5
Awesome. I'm hoping other people will come here.
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Post by Sophie-Senpi on Jul 18, 2010 18:53:38 GMT -5
i call beatrice-the-first!!!
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Post by Isadora on Jul 18, 2010 20:39:24 GMT -5
Madame Lulu for me (:
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Post by Sophie-Senpi on Jul 26, 2010 21:00:58 GMT -5
so.... when do we start?
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Post by Seymour Glass on Jul 27, 2010 11:27:17 GMT -5
((I guess we can start right now))
Mayor Gene Phillips is sitting at a bar in the village's local pub. He heard that there will be new citizens arriving today.
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Post by Sophie-Senpi on Jul 28, 2010 12:34:49 GMT -5
Beatrice Baudelaire looked around her, dazed. She had a faint feeling that something had just happened, like when you wake up and vainly try to remember a dream you had. Something big just happened. What was it? Why can’t I remember it? Dang it. Oh well, it was probably just a dream. She looked at her surroundings. She was standing in front of a post office. There was an ice cream parlor next door to the left, and a book store to the right. Across the street was a pub, and a few clothing stores. She shrugged and walked into the pub. There was a few lonely looking people scattered in the corners, but apart from that it was empty. She walked up to a friendly- looking man and tapped his shoulder. “Excuse me, sir, but what town is this? I think I might be lost; I don’t recognize it.” She asked timidly.
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Post by Seymour Glass on Jul 28, 2010 12:56:24 GMT -5
Gene felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. "Hello," he said. "I'm Gene Phillips. I'm the mayor of Little Purgletown."
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Post by Sophie-Senpi on Jul 28, 2010 16:08:21 GMT -5
Beatrice smiled. “Ah, thank you, Mr. Phillips. Do you know a man named Bertrand Baudelaire? He’s my husband, and I’m looking for him.”
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Post by Seymour Glass on Jul 28, 2010 16:10:41 GMT -5
Gene shook his head. "He hasn't arrived yet," he said. "I expected him to arrive with you."
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