The Deadly Game Of Life (Year 1)(Characters);

Can we talk about how in zombie shows/movies/books they always find a veterinarian and not a surgeon? Are veterinarians deemed more likely to survive the apocalypse?

Random linguistic worldbuilding: A language with six sets of pronouns, which are set by one's current state of existence. There's a separate pronoun for people who are alive, people who are dead, and potential future people who are yet to be born, and the ambiguous ones of "may or may not be alive or aleady dead", "may or may not have even been born yet", and the ultimate general/ambiguous all-covering one that covers all ambiguous states.

The culture has a specific defined term for that tragic span of time when a widow keeps accidentally referring to their spouse with living pronouns. New parents-to-be dropping the happy surprise news of a pregnancy by referring to their future child with the "is yet to be born" pronoun instead of a more ambiguous one and waiting for the "wait what did you just say?" reactions.

Someone jokingly referring to themselves with the dead person pronouns just to highlight how horrible their current hangover is. A notorious aspiring ladies' man who keeps trying to pursue women in their 20s despite of approaching middle age fails to notice the insult when someone asks him when he's planning to get married, and uses the pronoun that implies that his ideal future bride may not even be born yet.

A mother whose young adult child just moved away from home for the first time, who continues to dramatically refer to their child with "may or may not be already dead" until the aforementioned child replies to her on facebook like "ma stop telling people I'm dead" and having her respond with "well how could I possibly know that when you don't even write to us? >:,C"

Demons and monsters that torture people because they feed on human suffering are so dumb. People are suffering everywhere my guy go literally any place and take a deep whiff.

I'd love to hear more about your Modern Monsters story.

Specifically about Johanna and her relationships with her friends and boyfriend.

Johanna's relationships with her friends and boyfriend (and, by extension, her family) have always been seen as a bit odd.

Meaning the brunette has always been extremely loyal to her friends and her partners and even her family unless given an extremely good reason not to (i.e betrayal, a large difference in views, etc).

Her death (?) as a child at her mother and village’s hands affected her greatly—making it difficult for her to be around her family, even if she would still do anything for the Everstone family's descendants.

She's had brief interactions with her family members before the events of the story but she hasn't communicated with these modern descendants of hers (except for the oldest of the family) yet. And when she does, it's awkward because it's still painful for her.

It doesn't help that the town of Evermore hasn't forgotten her. Hasn't forgotten the history her mother rewrote. Like the not so little detail where her mother changed her age at death from 12 to 19 to make her look better (spoiler alert: it didn't work with most people).

Being in Evermore and being around her family is painful. Hence why Johanna never really stuck around with for long in the last 397 years.

(She was born in 1616 and Evermore, Massachusetts was founded in 1620. She died and was revived in 1628).

In those 397, she made a lot of friends and dated a good amount of people: all of whom Johanna cared about deeply.

The first of her friends that Johanna met was Lucius Ryder, an incubus—who she met while trying to summon a demon. She was cursed during the incantation out of frustration and poof! There he was.

When he realized what had happened he laughed at her and refused to take her soul. Lucius stuck around as Johanna tried to summon one who would take her soul. That led to Morana Crimson (a demon), Desdemona Grimm (no one knows what the fuck she is), and Octavius Taranto (some kind of shapeshifter) showing up.

All of whom refused her soul.

Much to her frustration.

The four of them ended up sticking around in her life.

It's because of them she was able to save Halmar Starkden when she was sixteen after finding him after what his witch hunter did to him when he released someone they thought was a witch. They helped her nurse him back to health to the best of their ability.

Long before they found out he was a wizard.

Johanna has an uncanny ability of being at the right place at the wrong time and the wrong place at the wrong time. It's because of that ability that Johanna met all of her friends and saved them/got saved by them.

She was there with a magic ring when Douglas Graves struggled with being a skeleton. To explain what happened to him and to help him get readjusted into society.

Johanna was there when Fin Finley, a merman, was dying of dehydration. There when Mako Akula seemed shady but turned out to just be a 'monster' like the rest of them. There when Clover Boggs, a fairy, injured her wings and couldn't escape hunters. There when Samantha Bellweed, a tree nymph, was struggling with pollution. There for their friends when Victoria 'Ick' Eyessacs confronted all of them on not being human and she was there to answer Ick’s questions.

She was there when Ick turned out not to be human and she was there to help Silas Pan, a satyr, get used to the human world.

Johanna was there for the people who would become her friends and they were there for her.

Her friends were there for Johanna through every betrayal, every death, every tragic event, etc.

The lot of them are there to help discover the secrets of their pasts, the mysteries of the present, and being around one around is very beneficial to all of them because each of them? They are othered.

They are from different times, different places, and are living in a world that isn't full their own through choice and have been doing so for decades.

Does that make sense? I hope that answers your question.

I'm revamping the story so I can't mention every character. But I can definitely tell you more if you want.

Quotes From My Characters (Part 4);

-Erica Triggs, from 'The Deadly Game Of Life'.

You are the child of Death. Everyone always assumes that you were adopted, but you are in fact Death's biological child, although they are unwilling to tell how exactly this happened.

when the zombie apocalypse came, everyone raided gun stores. Except you. You raided a medieval armory and now, armed with full plate armor and a long sword, you will take back your home

Old version. I'll redo it later.

Modern Monsters Moodboards part 2;

Name: Shepherd Wellermen.

Species: Angel.

Modern Job: Kroger worker.

Significant other: None.

Physical age: 22 years old.

Name: Douglas Graves.

Species: Skeleton.

Modern Job: Smoke Shop Cashier.

Significant other: Unknown girl.

Physical age: 19 years old.

Name: Lucius Ryder.

Species: Incubus.

Modern Job: Chef and Ametuar Flim Director.

Significant other: Desdemona Grimm.

Physical age: 21 years old.

Name: Desdemona Grimm.

Species: Goddess.

Modern Job: Artist and Mortician.

Significant other: Lucius Ryder.

Physical age: 21 years old.

Name: Morana Crimson.

Species: Demon.

Modern Job: Mortician.

Significant other: None.

Physical age: 18 years old.

Name: Finn Finley.

Species: Merman.

Modern Job: Musician and Baker.

Significant other: None.

Physical age: 19 years old.

Name: Clover Boggs.

Species: Fairy.

Modern Job: Teacher.

Significant other: None.

Physical age: 22 years old.

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Requested by my good friend, @crimsonstar2096 .

Part 1.

I loveee fantasy settings doing magical exhaustion:

burnt out pyromancers emitting steam and smoke

tired cryomancers shivering with visible foggy breath

weary necromancers looking ill and hearing voices

frazzled healers receiving the same cuts, bruises, and injuries of their patients

Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them. 

Until, of course, they showed it to a traditional leatherworker and she took one look at it and said “Oh yeah sure that’s a leather burnisher, you use it to close the pores of leather and work oil into the hide to make it waterproof. Mine looks just the same.” 

“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”

“Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”

It’s just. 

50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job.