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Zombie RPing bc I'm bored
A bit of background to what happened today - so basically every year 6th grade onwards students (in each class) have to write a creative piece, topic is same for all. This year's theme was "bridges" and I was playing a chess tournament when the first round of reading happened in our class. so today i read what i'd written and admittedly it was quite good, and our english teacher when he was about to start the story said that "but I'm afraid that (my name) will not like my story"
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ngl when he banged the table i was really taken aback coz everyone got a panic attack lol
Attract them to my yard so I can use my shotgun without police have something to say (very American)
oof thats like shooting urself in the hed
More like shooting myself in the (sporting goods)
But yes, I do start flirting and rizzing
Attract them to my yard so I can use my shotgun without police have something to say (very American)
In India we can't own a ghost gun, forget a literal shotgun bro...
Attract them to my yard so I can use my shotgun without police have something to say (very American)
The police discover the bodies in ur backyard and are concerned (they don't know that they were zombies)
btw today our english teacher told us a story
It was 1986 and a man came to Delhi and reached at 11pm. There were no vehicles to transport him to Lodhi Gardens, but he still kept waiting for a few minutes, until 11:30. He had a ragtag bag inside which was a Rubab. Since no vehicles passed the road, he made up his mind to begin the long walk to Lodhi Gardens. A faint sound he could here, but paid no attention to it at first. Finally he noticed it and ultimately stopped walking. The sound stopped. He resumed walking, the sound returned. He turned and could discern a human-like figure in the distance, gathering his courage he walked up to the mirage.
Our teacher told the story until this point, and then did something which gave all of us a momentary fright - he said that when the man reached the figure, there was "another horrifying sound" and immediately as he said 'sound' he banged the table with both hands *skull*
After we calmed down (most of us except me and a few others were in disarray) he continued. So the sound came from another direction, he turned instinctively towards it. When he turned back to where the figure was, there was nothing. Now he continued the walk haunted by the apparitions, when he saw one in front of him. Realising he cannot escape, he feebly asked if he can seek some help. After repeating the question, the figure raised its stooped head and replied, "Dead spirits help no one". And now it was exactly midnight.
Story stopped here, coz school ended. According to our teacher "some of you will also be a part of this story"