#bsd open rp

[purple-executive]

"Ugh... That stupid idiot keeps trying to blow up the damn lab..."

[conductionstocure]

“Hey guys :3”

“Great heavens! Where did that come from?!”

[somesortofkarma]

“It has been very quiet recently.. I keep thinking of the past”

[justcallmeyana]

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"I can't fathom why it is still raining ..."

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[snail-chuu]

I AM FUCKING BOREDDD NONE OF THE SNAILS OR BUGS HERE WANT TO DO FUCK ALLLL

[meowmeowcaronade]

Maybe I should start driving ambulances like no more delay people. I'll be with you in 5

[purplelockscreen]

[Open interaction]

TW: Mature topics such as alcohol abuse, drug intake, and strip clubs are mentioned.

Rules: No NSFW details.

[Details can be changed to 3rd person if you want.]

*You walk around the more dangerous parts of Yokohama Japan late at night. You were either bored and looking for some fun or you were on a mission. But your intentions didn't matter as you soon find yourself standing in front of a club with men drinking booze outside, women in rather revealing clothing having a smoke, and a neon sign that urges those who pass to have a look inside. Workers and customers try to persuade you into coming in.*

*Do you wish to go in?*

[strawberrywhosobbed]

"Brush brush brush brush brush brush! PLBFF!" Spitting in the sink.

[vulpineacolyte]

I wanna wannaa go to the park!!

[slitmythroatandeattilyougetsick]

this is what happens when mod has to try cope with something she doesnt know how to

Tw autocannibalism/self harm, emetophobia, 'impure' age regression, dehumanization, blood loss, gore, dissociation/derealization

It's not like it was even capable of recovery. It should've known.

A reminder of its own existence was all it took.

A growl from the dog, a familiar disapproving glare from the woman walking it.

As soon as it got back to its room it snapped, agonized screams tearing from its throat as memories tore from its mind. It tore at anything it could get its mouths on. Walls, bed, furniture, its own arms if it missed bad enough.

Such wonderful, familiar pain.

An oh-so-familiar smile made its way across the mutt's hundred mouths as blood dribbled from the wounds on its arms and neck. In an instant the wounds had closed, replaced by more slavering maws, and the game began again.

Pain.

Blood.

Fear.

Comfort.

Cold.

Dark.

Hungry.

Alone.

Always hungry. How ungrateful of it. Its life was so much better now, and it was still hungry. Like a pathetic starving dog. It doubled over, retching, blood mixing with the bile and acid. It had bit too deep. A wound it couldn't fix, a lie its eyes couldn't tell.

Its hand went to the bloody mess where its neck met its shoulder. Not recognizing the flesh as its own, it bit deeper, harder, growling from a dozen mouths as it lapped at its own unidentified blood.

It was a pup again, a terrified, hungry, feral child, locked in a basement deep in its own mind. The dog came to its knees, licking the blood off its hand with its original mouth. It was acutely aware of something wrong with it, some sort of feeling it couldn't name. Something wrong, something broken.

No, no, it could fix this, it had to. Opened and closed a mouth over the wound over and over, but the wound went deep. So it curled up in the wreckage of its bed and cried, tears mixing with the blood as a mix of bloodloss and exhaustion rent the child from its body, forcing it down into unconsciousness.

[phonebeenhacked]

[Open Response]

What felt like years, decades, or even centuries, Beatriz finally took up the courage to leave her room for once and go outside. Abandoning her desk and slipping on a pair of shoes that look brand new, she fixed her glasses before grabbing the cold knob of the dark oak door of her room. With a gentle turn, the door slowly creaked open. The warm lighting of the rest of her home gave a little sliver of light to her dark room. Beatriz already felt blinded by the lights, blinking a few times for her eyes to adjust. She wasn't even outside yet.

Sluggishly, she left her room. Dragging herself down the hallway and into the kitchen, before approaching the front door. There was a window to her right, the curtains gently swaying to the AC. Beatriz hesitantly took a peek out the window, observing the outside through the blinds. Cars pass by, neighbors work on their lawns, a normal sight for a neighborhood. There was some girls of Beatriz's age passing by her house, chatting and talking along their merry way. Beatriz flinched as the sight before stepping away from the window and grabbing her jacket from the front door.

Once prepared, she looked at the front door, staring at the knob for a moment. She took a step back, scared to touch the door. Beatriz needed her "security blanket", or at least that's what she calls her phone and earbuds. She puts in her earbuds, turning on her Spotify Playlist to chessy early 2000s and 2010s pop. She felt more at ease before opening the front door in a long time.

Immediately, she took a step back from the blinding sun and sneezed to the fresh air that wasn't just dust. For a moment, her senses were overwhelmed, but she couldn't turn back now. She stepped out of the door slowly, then off her front porch. Before she knew it, she was actually walking away from home and down into town. At first, she was a little lost to where she was, she hasn't been in town for a while and she would freeze at the thought of asking a stranger for help.

Upon her journey through town, Beatriz eventually made it to her destination to why she left her room in the first place. The supermarket. The place was big, lots of people shopping, and Beatriz could already start to feel overwhelmed at the sight. She went into the store, looking for some Ramune, but she didn't know where to look first. She stood awkwardly in the store, watching the people around her pass by. Her legs were starting to shake, her heart rate was starting to pace, she felt herself starting to disconnect with reality, and for a moment, she looked like she was about to cry.

She felt hopeless.

[conductionstocure]

“It’s cold. I do not.. I DO NOT LIKE.. the cold.. it reminds me..”

[somesortofkarma]

“This is what I have woken up to”

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[justcallmeyana]

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"Does anyone know if Yokohama has a post office?"

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[snail-chuu]

I think the most fuckin' annoying part of this place is that I haven't been able to find cigarettes for cheap yet...

[respiratory-kristem]

Going to McDonalds chat does anyone want anything? 🫶