J. Magi

Penn noticed some of the apple slices in the bag disappeared, but he didn't question it.

The sky was clear and blue. Sharpo was in another place . . . far away from where he really was. Fluffy clouds rolled over the field as he sat there in the grass. The heat was gone, and in it's place a cool breeze played with his hair. "This isn't right . . ." he mumbled as he looked around. The big house sat on the hill where it always did, old and falling apart, but also full of good memories. The golden statues sat on the porch like they always did, the only thing really taken care of on the property. Po rubbed his eyes. "Shar'i . . ." he turned his head to see his friend sitting next to him. "This isn't where I am." "Where were you?" Sharp'i asked as with the sort of smile that said he thought Po was playing a game. "I was in the Hungar Games!" He exclaimed, wanting to be taken seriously. "It was so dark, there was lava everywhere and I was going to die . . . we were going to die." "You don't need to worry about the games Po," Sharp'i said softly, "It's over." "No it's not!" He started crying, "It's not over . . . I was going to die and my arm was gone and Kaza was there too and . . ." "It's all over now," Sharp'i said, running his fingers through Po's hair. "You can rest now little one." "No! There was more to do! I had to keep going! There was . . . there was more to do . . ." "You did everything you could." The young man said pulling Sharpo into a hug, "And it's okay to rest now." "But Kaza . . ." He pulled out of the hug and looked up at him. "Who's going to take care of him?" "He's in a better place already." "Already?" "Mhmmm." There was a moment of silence as Po thought it all over. The wind picked up and rushed through the grass, making it look like waves. The sound was familiar, calming. "You need to go there too," Sharp'i finally added, his voice calm. "No I have to stay! Who's going to take care of you?" "Me? Oh, I'll be alright, and we'll see each other again some day." Po started to cry again. "I don't want to go . . . I don't want to go!" "It's okay," His friend brushed the tears away, "You need to rest, and Kaza needs you there, I'd think." Everything started to melt. Fading away. "O-okay . . ." Po mumbled as the last of the dream or hallucination or whatever it was disappeared. He heard the boom of the explosion, somehow quiet because it was so loud. Suddenly, everything was everywhere. Flashes of light and dark, debris and lava filled his vision in a blur. For a second he thought he glimpsed his own knife, catching the light of the explosion as it shot through the air. He didn't feel it. It all passed by him--through him. Because, even though this part was real, it faded as well. Just like the dream, he moved on from it. Quietly, peacefully, slipping away. The sky was clear and blue. Sharpo was in a new place.

Oh thank goodness when you said no recurring characters I was worried it was gonna be genocide or something. Are you going to make a character sheet, or do you want us to just throw something together?

Edit: Thank you Elan, the GOAT, for reopening smedry for me so I could do a death post. Thanks everyone for an amazing games! This is probably the best one so far (in my opinion) and I loved being involved. Thank to the gm's for putting it all together, and thanks to Raven for putting up with me in general lol. Let's make the next one just as great! I made some fanart of my characters to memorialize them (because someone got emotionally attached) and I'll probably share it here later when it's finished. Edit #2: I don't want to double post so here we go: Some mediocre doodles of my now deceased children (a very minor blood warning)

I feel like that only proves my point

I did actually get up and get water btw lol

dang it now I'm thirsty in real life

WHat is what is this for

I just don't think it's worth starting a war over

*shrug* and?

They munch on them together.

"Well . . . want some apple slices instead?" He pulls a bag out of his pocket.

"Can you really only eat souls?"

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't count to you, there will still be consequences!'

"You literally just talked about stealing a guys soul . . ."

Okay fine in this specific situation with this specific context it is unnecessary and unprofitable.

"Well . . . I was going to say no stealing."

"Ooooo." "Sleeper . . . no."

Kurtis braces himself as electricity flows through the room. Luckily, most of the thugs fall or stumble, their metallic parts being their downfall. He gasps and as the shock runs through him. Pulling himself together, he waves at Roy. "Come on . . . they're stunned but I don't want to be involved when they come too."

lol those are amazing

Who knows at this point . . .

yep.