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12:06 AM
WHO: Michael Myers & You
WHERE: Housing Complex
WHEN: Tuesday night; 28th Oct.
WHAT: Creeper creeping; murdering attempts; stalking; Michael Myers is the not-so-ghost of Halloween present and you are his intended victim.
NOTES: TWO character participants can stumble across Michael in this thread; be aware Michael retains almost all of his movie selfs apparent inability to die and his tenacious will to slash and kill. Please be prepared to inflict injury to participants. Death potential high.
WARNINGS: DEATH POTENTIALS. IT'S MICHAEL. Blood and gore and stalking and creep and death (if you dont want your character anymore that is lol).
( I met him, fifteen years ago; I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding; and even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... evil. )
WHERE: Housing Complex
WHEN: Tuesday night; 28th Oct.
WHAT: Creeper creeping; murdering attempts; stalking; Michael Myers is the not-so-ghost of Halloween present and you are his intended victim.
NOTES: TWO character participants can stumble across Michael in this thread; be aware Michael retains almost all of his movie selfs apparent inability to die and his tenacious will to slash and kill. Please be prepared to inflict injury to participants. Death potential high.
WARNINGS: DEATH POTENTIALS. IT'S MICHAEL. Blood and gore and stalking and creep and death (if you dont want your character anymore that is lol).
( I met him, fifteen years ago; I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding; and even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... evil. )