this is the end of the world.
Who: Clapet, Donny, Sveta, and Martha.
Where: PORT.
When: Port. I figure we can multi-thread or whatever.
What: Clapet goes a bit nuts, Donny dies, there's some epic moments of self-discovery.
Warnings: Death, threats of cannibalism and violence.
Clapet, as soon as he stepped out into the world outside was instantly tense. It was so familiar. So painfully familiar. Nothing was growing. Nothing was here, it was just wasteland. Just like the continent he'd left behind, just like the world he'd ended up fighting for survival in, and this made him instantly nervous.
It was mainly because Donny was here. He intended to keep everyone around him safe and alive, and well fed, but Donny... Donny would object. And they would probably die. Maybe that'd prove him right, in the end, maybe that'd prove those lingering, lingering doubts about fates worse than death, about how what he'd done was necessary wrong. Maybe he'd see it now.
Or maybe Donny'd just kill him. But Clapet was content to trek along and wait for now. Jumping into it straight away had proven like a terrible idea, and he wasn't prepared to run that risk again. He'd give it a chance. Maybe it wouldn't be necessary, but if they never did find food... Well, he'd do his best to keep everyone they were with alive, no matter what. This was the idea. This was what gave him control, more than anything.
He started out trekking along, determined to find somewhere he could get some knives.
Where: PORT.
When: Port. I figure we can multi-thread or whatever.
What: Clapet goes a bit nuts, Donny dies, there's some epic moments of self-discovery.
Warnings: Death, threats of cannibalism and violence.
Clapet, as soon as he stepped out into the world outside was instantly tense. It was so familiar. So painfully familiar. Nothing was growing. Nothing was here, it was just wasteland. Just like the continent he'd left behind, just like the world he'd ended up fighting for survival in, and this made him instantly nervous.
It was mainly because Donny was here. He intended to keep everyone around him safe and alive, and well fed, but Donny... Donny would object. And they would probably die. Maybe that'd prove him right, in the end, maybe that'd prove those lingering, lingering doubts about fates worse than death, about how what he'd done was necessary wrong. Maybe he'd see it now.
Or maybe Donny'd just kill him. But Clapet was content to trek along and wait for now. Jumping into it straight away had proven like a terrible idea, and he wasn't prepared to run that risk again. He'd give it a chance. Maybe it wouldn't be necessary, but if they never did find food... Well, he'd do his best to keep everyone they were with alive, no matter what. This was the idea. This was what gave him control, more than anything.
He started out trekking along, determined to find somewhere he could get some knives.