@CWTurtleOfFreedom
//up to u
//up to u
(Uhhh, I'll put this on the 'Futuristic' Board then)
(GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM CAMP)
(YOUOUOUOUOUO!! :DDDDDD)
(YEAH I AM! And it turns out my friend was keeping a list of things that I had said while there, and it's honestly really weird to read some of the things there)
(Wow, and I'll be leaving for camp on the 14 and coming back on the 21)
(Cool, I hope you have fun. Can we continue the roleplay?)
“Hmmwha?” Charlie muttered, turning over. “Oh. Yeah. Here. That thing….. it just… freaked me out.”
(Yes- left off here ^)
William let out a small breath. "Okay," he whispered, reassuring himself. "Should we continue on?"
(We need @TurtleOfFreedom)
(Yep)
//hi sorry
(Nah, we can resume now probably)
//k
//I'm back
(Someone else needs to post, I was the last person to do it)
"Continue to where?" Dwayne sighed as he helped Charlie to her feet, "Into the dark void of nothingness?"
“Thanks,” Charlie muttered. “I guess so…”
"There has to be something, right? They wouldn't just leave us here, there has to be some way for us to get out-" He felt the panic rising in his chest as he spoke. "They can't just let us die, they can't just-" He staggered backwards, his back hitting the cave wall. He sunk to the ground, wrapping his arms around his knees as he tried to control his breathing. "They can't let us rot here, right?" He muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
“Is there… in all the books I’ve read…. water first,” Charlie whimpered. “We need water.”
"Where are we supposed to find that?" William asked, looking over his friends. "We don't even know if anyone else is down here."
(Hello, I'm back again)
(Yooooooooooooooo, you're not dead)
(No, I went to a girls camp)
(Was it fun?)
(Yes, I met these two random girls (That's not all the people I met) But they called me auntie and I called them Strawberry and Pineapple because I could not remember their names)
(At the camp I went to, like three people adopted me as their child and I just kind of went along with it)
(Yeah, I found out I had two sisters and six nieces)
(I had three dads, eight siblings, one wife, one dog, one bodyguard, and two vodka aunts. It got really weird and at some point I just stopped questioning when people would say we were related)
(Wow, that's really crazy…. My 'sister' said that two of the nieces were no longer her's so I have to take them out boating)
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