Subject: Apocalypse RPG?
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Posted on: 2012-12-21 17:59:00 UTC
[12/21/2012: 12:01 AM]
Elise rubbed her eyes as the clock next to her bed flicked to the new day. "Well, I'm pretty sure I'm not dead. Darn. Guess the Apocalypse got cancelled," she muttered. Internally, she debated whether it was worth leaving her room to get a snack. With a groan and a muttered appreciation for the vacation starting tomorrow, uh, today, she plodded out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen, taking care not to wake up her parents. She quietly walked over to the refrigerator, and stopped dead.
Standing on top of the kitchen table stood a - thing. It looked like a plushie on whatever the adorable version of steroids were, with the creative design of a six-year-old. It looked cute and cuddly and had bows on its rabbit ears. It had also somehow transformed the rather-worn kitchen table into a, well, cute version. The tabletop shone like gold (was it shedding sparkles?), a pristine doily-esque tablecloth lay on top, and sparkly ribbons dotted the edges. With a tiny squeak, the creature jumped off the table, walking towards Elise, and where it stepped, the floor turned into pink-tinted marble.
Elise may have been half-asleep, but she wasn't really sure if she wanted to be touched by that thing - heck, she wasn't really sure if she was even awake. She slowly walked over to the cutlery drawers, keeping an eye on the approaching thing. When she reached in, the thing sped up, the marble spreading out from its footsteps, extending out to begin touching the drawers (immediately they began to look like an old-timey tea cabinet, or at least Elise's Disney-inspired ideas of what tea cabinets looked like). Elise yelped, yanking out a steak knife and throwing it at the thing.
Of course, her experience with throwing knives was limited to tossing them in drawers. The steak knife clattered onto the marble, and the thing picked it up with its little stub-paws. Immediately it changed, the metal becoming white and shiny, the hilt changing to pink, with little gold curly bits and pink bows. Elise still thought it looked uncomfortably sharp as the thing began to speed up, waving the blade at her.
Elise grabbed a pair of cooking knives, trying to stare down the thing as it approached. With a tiny, squeaky yell, it jumped at her, leaping in front of her face. Elise bit back a yell as it suddenly rushed to six inches in front of her eyes, swinging wildly at it with the knives. She didn't even hit it very hard, but the thing had less mass than a pillow and went slamming against the opposite wall... which promptly began to turn a happy pink. Elise grimaced, readjusting her hold on the knives, before trying to run-without-actually-running over to the fallen plush. It looked up, apparently still winded, but before it could try and move she slammed her foot down on it.
When her slipper changed from a worn, once-purple piece of cloth to a fluffy pink bunny-shaped one, she realized her mistake, backing up to tear it off her foot. The apparently still dizzied creature leaped, but it was slower than before, and Elise swung her knife at it, impaling it onto the wall, where it seemed to begin deflating, a thin stream of glittery pink liquid leaking out from it.
When it seemed dead enough, Elise yanked her knife out of the wall, trying to rub the blood off on her shirt (and staining it with pink, unfortunately.) She sighed as the adrenaline that'd been keeping her from falling asleep began to wear off, and she realized what she'd been doing. "This is either the weirdest dream ever, or I've gone and snapped," she muttered, looking for a chair, when the floor under her began to move. It seemed to twist, almost, and before she even realized what was happening, Elise fell through, her knives miraculously not landing on her as she landed on the floor of some new area. "What the..." she muttered.
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So, with all the apocalypse stuff going around, I figure we could do an Apocalyptic RPG. Of course, as you've probably gathered, it's not really a normal one - the Apocalypse of Cuteness. CAFs of various kinds have begun invading, transforming all they touch into a maelstrom of cloying cuteness. Our characters (not PPC Agents, though they could be counterparts to them) are gathered by an entity/organization opposed to the invasion, and must defend the world from the oncoming cute by any means necessary - mad science, our character's cuteness, large guns, superpowers, what-have-you. And remember to have fun!