A: WARNING: *MEMSHARE WILL INVOLVE MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE AND NEGLECT
[Squatting amidst a pool of blood and human remains, he sits and waits.
Rex's head is tilted slightly, his right palm open, covered in the singed remains of what used to be a human hand. It couldn't be said, without an intimate knowledge of who he is and what he can do, what transpired here, or why the scene around him suddenly became so damn gruesome. What used to be an alleyway between a posh yoga studio and an upscale Italian restaurant is littered with the remains of the dozen or so Danaca residents who just hours ago were waiting in line beneath the California sun for a coveted dinner reservation. He had agreed to meet that stupid gamer goob here for a something that was either a very intimate group hang or an actual date, only to get in a fight with the man at the front desk. Rex's uncouth turn of phrase and poor manners had led to loud bickering which was all well and good, and not all that uncommon an occurrence for the potty-mouthed teenager even in this universe, until he spotted the bright yellow glow emanating from both forearms.
Foolishly, the employee had grabbed Rex's arm in a frenzied panic, making the mistake of brushing the boy's fingers with a wedding ring, which had resulted in a catastrophic explosion that had ended the lives of so many in a matter of instants. Rex, whilst covered in ash and all sorts of disgusting biologically hazardous material, remains unharmed and unaffected- Physically, at least. The flames, the anguished screams of the dead and dying, and the simmering heat all felt so damn familiar he could swear this had happened before.
But then how? When, why-]
H-huh?
[He finally tilts his head upwards only to blink in horror at the sign in the middle of the cross-street, now blank, bereft of any legible lettering.]
B: TEXT: USERAME// bombaf
help
please help
can somebody dial 911?
C: WILDCARD
[Hey gang! Feel free to respond with any crumbling Danaca-related scenario of your own, as I have been shitty at tagging the logs as of note. Please note for option A, I am limiting my responses to tag-ins to up to four different characters. That being said, Rex has explosive firepowers and once he regains his memories will be very useful for fighting the shadow things.]
{ISSUE #003} WARNING: INVINCIBLE STYLE BRUTALITY (CW: GORE, VIOLENCE, BODY HORROR)
[Squatting amidst a pool of blood and human remains, he sits and waits.
Rex's head is tilted slightly, his right palm open, covered in the singed remains of what used to be a human hand. It couldn't be said, without an intimate knowledge of who he is and what he can do, what transpired here, or why the scene around him suddenly became so damn gruesome. What used to be an alleyway between a posh yoga studio and an upscale Italian restaurant is littered with the remains of the dozen or so Danaca residents who just hours ago were waiting in line beneath the California sun for a coveted dinner reservation. He had agreed to meet that stupid gamer goob here for a something that was either a very intimate group hang or an actual date, only to get in a fight with the man at the front desk. Rex's uncouth turn of phrase and poor manners had led to loud bickering which was all well and good, and not all that uncommon an occurrence for the potty-mouthed teenager even in this universe, until he spotted the bright yellow glow emanating from both forearms.
Foolishly, the employee had grabbed Rex's arm in a frenzied panic, making the mistake of brushing the boy's fingers with a wedding ring, which had resulted in a catastrophic explosion that had ended the lives of so many in a matter of instants. Rex, whilst covered in ash and all sorts of disgusting biologically hazardous material, remains unharmed and unaffected- Physically, at least. The flames, the anguished screams of the dead and dying, and the simmering heat all felt so damn familiar he could swear this had happened before.
But then how? When, why-]
H-huh?
[He finally tilts his head upwards only to blink in horror at the sign in the middle of the cross-street, now blank, bereft of any legible lettering.]
B: TEXT: USERAME// bombaf
help
please help
can somebody dial 911?
C: WILDCARD
[Hey gang! Feel free to respond with any crumbling Danaca-related scenario of your own, as I have been shitty at tagging the logs as of note. Please note for option A, I am limiting my responses to tag-ins to up to four different characters. That being said, Rex has explosive firepowers and once he regains his memories will be very useful for fighting the shadow things.]