Oh god what am I doing.
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You’d heard about class 2-A before, in younger, milder times.
Ill-adjusted, they called them, trying to laugh off the rumors that spread over the academy- Of broken chemistry equipment, and the ensuing evacuations that followed when the laboratory caught fire; of mysterious figures that raided the gym’s storehouse, appropriating themselves with dangerous equipment and later filming bouts of pretend fights; of the one that called itself the Master of Night’s Despair, and had to be kicked out of the school at night. All of these desperately covered up by an institution that obviously didn’t want to handle the fire of having a class completely full of deranged individuals.
Quirky, the teachers said, when asked of what went inside Class 2-A. They were the only ones who interacted with them- Nobody else would dare get close, for fear that they would be affected by the strange air that appeared to surround them. While their vandalism was well-known, what terrified the rest of the students of getting close to That Class were the rumors that surrounded the people. From the circle of oddly affectionate girls, and the acts of disappearance that happened whenever they ‘befriended’ those from outside. Of the hidden cult of ‘God’s Chosen’, and how those that visited their gatherings soon returned clutching at their right arms, speaking of forbidden power. Even the tamest, most normal-looking classmates soon left those who talked with them obsessed with ideas such as girls with animal ears, incestuous thoughts and other unspeakable horrors.
-All of these whispers reached your ears, but you had never really known the truth. Until one day…
...You suddenly found yourself at the doorstep of that class, trembling in your shoes. ‘It must have been a mistake!’ Perhaps you said that at one point, but sadly reality would not bend so easily.
One day later, you finally understood. Eccentric, Odd, Adventurous, none of those fit what Class 2-A truly was. In the end, only one word shone in your mind. That the people in this class were without a doubt and beyond all redemption, completely...
...Crazy.
It was like slipping down the rabbit hole. When did you first step into that classroom? When did the dream end, and the nightmares start? How long before you started thinking of yourself as one of them, understanding the impossibly complex dynamics of the class, so far detached from normalcy that they went against everything you had been raised to believe?
In the end, none of it mattered. For the moment you had been sent to that class…
You had been doomed to die with it.
That wasn’t so bad, was it?
Finally, peace at last. No more weird cults that seemingly absorbed people with their ‘memes’ and turned them into shell of their former selves, no more speculations about what you’d do in a zombie apocalypse, and most importantly of all nobody to keep asking which person you’d have genderswapped sex with if you were self-inserted into a bizarre dungeon for perverts!
At least in death you would be done with Class 2-A. Perhaps you’d reincarnate into a better, normal life, or maybe land a cushy spot in heaven… That would be sweet-
And so… Rejoice! For all of you… Will be transported as the heroes of a new world!
All… of…?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOO-!
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I thought it was another BL RP about a School getting transported into a Post-Apocalyptic World, but it turned out to be a Light Novel and now I'm stuck in a parallel world with a bunch of retards!?
(A Meme/Light Novel RP)
You are one of the students who attends High School in Class 2-A, a magical realm of wacky problem children deemed unfit for social life, losers that were hurled into out of shame from their families, and those unlucky few who kept their sanity, but were forced to join as an example of human sacrifice.
One day, your classmates became the death of you when a six-wheeler truck singlehandedly managed to slaughter the entire class, which had for some reason been marching through a highway to get to a picnic spot.
Having taken pity on you, the Overgod Charles Darwin decided to reward you for your help in advancing Natural Selection by sending the lot of you into a world most adjusted for the class.
Prepare yourself for an RP that will kill your suspension of disbelief, annoy you with overdone cliches and force memes that only people who have been RPing in the site for 5 years would be able to understand! An adventure full of smug NPCs, One-Hit Kill Monsters, SAN loss, mysterious and nonsenical messages written on the most bizarre of places, 2DEEP4U, jump scares, and everything else! (Disclaimer: Actually none of this might show up, sorry it's the budget-)
Anyways.
If you want to join this trainwreck of an RP, what you need to do is simple. Just fill in the first formula for character creation in this rulebook, that is name, gender, etc. You won't be able to choose from the powers until every character is accepted, so aim towards creativity and an interesting personality instead! Like most RPs, I'll be choosing who gets in.
Still, despite this being a side project compared to my main RP at the moment (Eternals), this RP will actually have 12 slots. The idea is that most of the time people will be updated in groups, so this means that generally players will take longer to post and updates will be able to address multiple people.
Let's have fun guys!
P.S:
Apologies to RacingeR and Sei for this brain fart.
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