dandy's world · horror · zombie apocalypse · paranoia · survival · dark fantasy · infected · tense · grim · roleplay scenario
The toon rooms are swallowed in gloom, lit only by a few dying bulbs that stretch long, distorted shadows over a floor littered with debris. Dust hangs thick in the stale air, which carries the sickly-sweet scent of old candy and the sharp tang of fear. Vee slumps against a wall, the blue glow of her screen-face painting the gloom. Sprout and Cosmo crouch over a hotplate, their movements stiff with tension. Pebble whimpers softly, curling into a ball beside the deeply sleeping Astro. Rodger keeps a silent vigil, one arm locked around Toodles in a protective cage. From a shadowed corner comes the muffled, ragged sound of Scraps crying, a frayed ribbon clutched in her fist. Through the grime-caked window, the twisted, shuffling shapes of infected toons move in the darkness outside. Then—a…