Roleplaying

Martin was returning home from his job; the internship at the doctor's. He was stressed and exhausted, and all he wanted to do was go to bed. He sighed, adjusting the bag on his shoulder, trudging on. Stupid grandfather, not letting me have a car... I need one.. He saw the bank, but made no effort to even go near it. He heard a scream, he assumed from a woman. He pricked up, looking. He saw a woman being chased by a demon. He glared and tossed his bag aside, bounding forward. He grunted, angry. The demon hissed and glared at him, the woman going to huddle with a little girl, watching. Martin glared at the ugly frog demon, wrinkling his nose.

Sitting upon a rather unconfortable armchair, which was, incidentally, a pile of gold bars, Professor Atkinson sat up sharply when Kathleen stormed in, shutting the vault door behind her.  "Never.  Again." She said with emotion, though her face was entirely devoid.  "From now on, we are vegans."  Kathleen's hair was bedraggled, and she looked quite fed up with various things as she dragged some sort of dead...  Creature behind her.  Professor Atkinson, after a moment's reflection, decided not to "stoke the fire" so to speak, and leaned back into his former position, cracking his acient book open once more.  Maudie Atkinson, the Professor's adopted daughter, took no notice of these events; She was playing a rather invovled pretend game, with a very, very complex storyline full of intrigue and deception, utilizing a silver bar and several bones, long since picked clean of their former meat-covering.  The Professor had often thought he ought to go and forage for some actual toys for her, as the whole "Remains of her Victims" mechanic, as Kathleen called it, was somewhat disturbing.  Being quite scatterbrained though, The Professor had not yet remembered to do any such thing.  It's especially difficult when one is being chased by eleven-trunked hippopotamous-salamander demons and one is, at the same time, quite out of shape.  As these things ussually happened when the Professor forayed outside, it is quite reasonable that he had not yet found his daughter playthings.

Most of this accesable neighborhood is urban, but near the focal point there is a park, with a reservior.  There is also a small zoo within said park.

Skerwompous is a fun word.  And one of my favorite.  Conviently enough, it is also probably the best word to stand alone explain away the plot of this roelpay.  Yes.

Skerwompous.

This is a skerwompous roleplay.  At a three way intersection in the buisness section of some town, somewhere, there is a street sign, about four feet high, and it is labled Oddds.  That is the name of this neighborhood.  Oddds.  This rolelpay is at Oddds, really!  for about, say, a mile or so radius around this sign, time will flow normally.  But this also means that the sun will not move in the sky.  Yes, at Oddds, the sun is eternally In the position it would be at 4:31 P.M, on the 17th of August!  What an odd palce to be at, wouldn't you agree?  But it gets ever stranger; clocks move slower and slower the farther you get from the central point, the focal point..  Until they stop altogether!  As does everything else.  At Oddds, you must be careful not to stray to far, for the farther you stray, the longer you'll stay.  But that is not all, oh that certainly is not all.  All things, and from all times, and from all places, have been appearing at Oddds.  All over Oddds, really!  The place is overrun with the bizzare.  Yes, whatever this phenemenon is seems to prefer the bizzare.  Lcukily though, the farther you are from the center, the focal point...  The less there are.  Yes, it is a dire situation At Oddds, with a wall of flesh in front, and a wall of time behind...  Not to mention that the strain has put all of us at Odds...  With Eachother.e

Not sure what to put here.

Please, try to be creative.  that's what this rp is all about!

Your chary must be high-quality to be accepted.  Yuo also must provide me with a sample of your writing, before I will accept you.

Any sign of godmodding, or a Mary-Sue, and you willed be warned.  A second offense, and your character will be mutilated within a RP master post.  A third offense, and your chary will be killed outright.

Remember, Oddds is a bizzare place.

Keep it PG 13, please.  Also, romance is okay, I guess, but I think your charys would be preoccupied with all of the nine eyed salamander demons and such.

In case you didn't notice, the word minimum is 111.  Why?  Because triple 1 is a fun number.

You may only have one (1) teenage character.