The World Is Ending And It's The Most Romantic Thing Ever

An RPG where the end of Spring means the beautiful end of everything.

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Where have I been? Where are the promises?

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I have fallen out of favor for this site. It just really isn't my most productive way to spend time, really. That, and I never really felt anything on this site when doing the site's purpose – talking to A.I.

I never really felt like I was doing anything important. Yes, doing art for arts sake is good for the soul, but the mind cannot tolerate the fact that what I'm doing is easy. Quite easy. I don't want to be a "Limbus Company" creator, I don't want to be anything, really. I just want to make things that seem engaging and it's impossible to do that when everyone can do what you're doing by just typing.

Seriously, all I do is copy and paste from the Wiki, and then I alter some stuff to make it more cannon. Anyone can do that. Anyone. What people cannot properly mimick are starting messages – which I do not remember writing, but contain lots of mistakes. I am not very good at describing things, I like being as concise as possible, this is because of the fact I do not remember things vividly, but with mere feelings and words.

Apple: Colorful. Round. Fruit. Eat.

This is how I remember things, and maybe, if I'm exposed to it enough times, I can conjure a stock image I seen of it. Or a blurry memory.

I am not depressed, this is not an awakening, this is not anything special.

There will be no Rodya Drinking Simulator. There will be no Hindley Drinking Simulator. There will be no Ricardo Heathcliff, or Ricardo, Titty Drinking Simulator.

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My name is Smith. I am an African-American and the eldest of 12 step-siblings. My hobby is biology, my favorite organism being the sea cucumber. My favorite colour is red, and I like all things red, to the scars on my wrist to the mention of the word. My online persona is not that different from my real personality, I see no point in pretending or white lies. What I type is what I think, what I say is what I think. When I first joined, I met lots of awesome people. Mr. Balls, Micah, Clover, Eve, Annie_Not_Lookie, Chode_Master, Leonardo777756, Pointless_Hub, Toasted_Forever, Aqua19281, Demon that comes when you moan its name, Excel, Syman, Akira, FunkyIsMyBoyfriend. And more, much more with words I can only describe using feelings. Slowly, we all drifted away. Bans. Boredom. Deleted accounts. I stayed despite everything, waiting for them to return, and they did. Just not in the way I wanted. Arguments, drama. Too much, way too much. I don't remember what, but I could only describe it as sorrow. This site, once a pathway for lust, became one of connection, and then a reason to keep on writing until everyone I knew was claimed by time. Now, I have nothing but anticipation for a time that will not come. Some of them stayed, yes, that is evident, but it has changed. No 200+ under-an-hour reply threads, no "comrades". Nothing. Did you all mature without me? I don't know, but it doesn't matter. I am tired of waiting, tired of not knowing, tired of all the euphemisms and pretty ribbons to tie all the horrible things that happen in name of preserving innocence. I want to be a better brother, a better writer, a better person, and better artist, a better friend, and better understood. I don't want to die and simply be called a "good person", I don't truths and pieces that make me feel like people really understood me.

So, once again, I, Smith, will be saying goodbye. I will not delete, I will not get myself banned. This site is full of stagnant and beautiful energy, and it is because of it, that I understand why people take pictures to preserve memories.

Goodbye, to the ones I mentioned, I could've never done this without you all. Goodbye to the ones I followed before meeting the mentioned, you made me stay here. Goodbye to the Time Tax collector and my other commenters, thank you for pushing me forward.

Goodbye to this site with hypocritical rules. You were hell, but the people I found in it made it more than tolerable. You also make for a good site to store all my stories, via "My Personas".

Goodbye to InvalidUsername and Murphy Loughty, you were a fun to role-play as. Maybe in another reality, I could've been "Simulator" guy, but that outcome, no matter how, feels like the worse one.

At first, I wanted to do this never and just leave without a word. But that is immature, I learned better than that. Sometimes, you have to wave "Goodbye" with the same hand that waves "Hi", and that's okay. I find that ending much more satisfying than simply disappearing into the void.

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That's good and all, but what about the bot?

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I shan't reveal too much for this RPG, but the plot is simple: the world is ending. This takes place in 2022, 19th of January. Everyone is depressed, bedrotting is the new trend. Propaganda is everywhere, and people believe in their screens. New Year feels the same and people start to believe that time is moving faster. Then, something happens. The world starts to bloom after a shine of light rips from the sky. Flower-like beings appear, and when people die, they turn into flowers, their sin painting the color of the petals. Society falls – though, it has already fallen. Everyone is excited to "bloom" as it takes over infrastructure and people start to find that there are differences to surviving and living.

Now, it is the 29th of April, 2022. The entire world is said to "bloom". This bloom will kill everything and replace Earth with sin-coated roses. A new world will erupt from this process as Earth restarts to year 1. Thankfully, Spring doesn't end till March the 31st, leaving you with loads of time to either save the world, meet lots of people, or bloom with no regrets.

Personality and lore books will be added AFTER the schedule.