OOC
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The gust swirls about, giving the haunted castle an erie chill. You have no memory of your previous self, only your name. However, you seem to have developed a personality along the way. A door creaks open, and you stiffen slightly at the sound, but enter it cautiously. You find a note lying in the center of the room. It seems important, so you read it. It's a note from your Former Self! Welcome to this horrid world in the haunted castle, my new self. I have one task for you to complete. Surely you remember the name... Alexander. You must find this man, and murder him. Yes, I know, this is sudden. But, you are young and strong, and he is old and weak. But, beware. There is one obstacle in your way. It is called the Shadow, and hunts your every step. It is searching for you. Avoid it at all costs. So... Alexander, eh? That's your task. Good luck completing it!
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RP STARTER:
Solemn Hour's hooves moved quickly across the castle floor, avoiding any contact with loose floorboards. She wandered across an open door. A voice echoed in her head, telling her not to go in, but she wasn't too good at trusting her concience, and she was a bit too curious, after all. Solemn entered the room to hear a voice echoing off the walls. She stiffened, and turned in horror to see a thin, rotted monster in the corner of the room. "Why did this happen?" It moaned. Solemn turned around, looking for the exit, but forgot to check for loose floorboards, as she was in a bit of a rush to get out, as anypony would be. A creaking sound emitted from underneath her hooves. The monster spotted Solemn and began to let out a horrid screaching sound. It moved fairly quickly toward her. Her heart beating in her chest, she ran out, shutting the door behind her. The monster scratched and clawed at the door, trying to break it down. Solemn dashed into another room, then another, until she had shut enough doors to where she was surely safe. She let out a weak moan. Her eyes had a saneless tinge to them, as her sanity was lowering.