Post by KC11 on May 1, 2008 15:52:56 GMT
((A mouse/rat/cat/human RP. Basically, it's where an army of rats plans to take over humankind. A mouse army is the only wall between the rats and destruction of the human race. Cats prowl the Overground. Most will take no side, yet some will take the side of the rats and some of the mice. The humans are completely oblivious to what is going on below as of now. Will that change soon?
The RP starts in the Underground (what the rodents call the sewers) and should eventually make its way to the Overground. Rats and mice live in the Underground. Cats and humans live in the Overground. Other species, such as squirrels and dogs, may also play a part (IE, can also be roleplayed) but they must live in their respective habitats. You can have up to five characters, and if you have five, at least 2 of those characters must be on the opposite side of the other 3 (IE, two rats and three mice, or three cats and two squirrels).))
Deep in the Sewers, there lies walls dripping with unmentionable liquids, rushing streams of mysterious mixtures, and... something else. A plot. A plan. Hatched deep in the sewers, there lies a most unlikely army...
Deathclock walked along the dry sewer path, his feet making clicking noises on the concrete. The wind whistled through his ebony fur. He was the leader of the Rat Army. An old and wise rat. He was usually calm and collected. Yet sometimes, he couldn't help but fall into the old habit which had given him his name.
"Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick." his tongue made a clicking sound on the roof of his mouth as he scampered on. When he was younger, people used to say that when someone heard Deathclock ticking, it meant the life of his victim was ticking away. They would know when Deathclock had made a kill, for the ticking would suddenly cease.
Deathclock rounded a corner and came to a small clearing. In the middle of this clearing, there sat a rock. He walked over to this rock and climbed up on it. He then rose up on his hind legs, raised his paws, and gave the rat meeting call.
"SKREE! SKREE! SKREE! SKREE!"
The RP starts in the Underground (what the rodents call the sewers) and should eventually make its way to the Overground. Rats and mice live in the Underground. Cats and humans live in the Overground. Other species, such as squirrels and dogs, may also play a part (IE, can also be roleplayed) but they must live in their respective habitats. You can have up to five characters, and if you have five, at least 2 of those characters must be on the opposite side of the other 3 (IE, two rats and three mice, or three cats and two squirrels).))
Deep in the Sewers, there lies walls dripping with unmentionable liquids, rushing streams of mysterious mixtures, and... something else. A plot. A plan. Hatched deep in the sewers, there lies a most unlikely army...
Deathclock walked along the dry sewer path, his feet making clicking noises on the concrete. The wind whistled through his ebony fur. He was the leader of the Rat Army. An old and wise rat. He was usually calm and collected. Yet sometimes, he couldn't help but fall into the old habit which had given him his name.
"Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick." his tongue made a clicking sound on the roof of his mouth as he scampered on. When he was younger, people used to say that when someone heard Deathclock ticking, it meant the life of his victim was ticking away. They would know when Deathclock had made a kill, for the ticking would suddenly cease.
Deathclock rounded a corner and came to a small clearing. In the middle of this clearing, there sat a rock. He walked over to this rock and climbed up on it. He then rose up on his hind legs, raised his paws, and gave the rat meeting call.
"SKREE! SKREE! SKREE! SKREE!"
