Les os se claquaient autour de lui. Les os de qui? En fait, pourquoi y avait-il des os de toute façon? Josh s'est retourné, balançant l'épée vers l'arrière et sur son épaule, seulement pour laisser reposer là.
"Shadrach, ay? Nomme Josh." Il a dit, en prenant la lame et en pinçant le cadavre le plus proche avec elle. Puis, avant de répondre à sa question, il prit la lame et la jeta sur la tête du corps, la coupant du torse. Pendant qu'il roulait, il se tournait lentement vers la poussière, tout comme les autres.
"Eh bien, c'était ennuyeux comme l'enfer. Bon sang, j'espérais au moins que quelque chose arrive alors que la tête se dissolve. Va te faire foutre." Il a dit, se tournant et jetant l'épée devant Sadrach. Il clique ses doigts et produit une petite flamme, seulement pour le faire une fois de plus et créer une énorme flamme bleue dans sa main. Un peu de lumière. Une lumière amusante. Une lumière pour tout brûler. Il prit alors la flamme et la transforma en une petite boule de cristal. Avec la balle dans la main, il marcha à Sadrach, donnant un léger clin d'œil pendant qu'il allait.
"Oui, bien sûr, je viens avec toi." il dit, jetant le verre derrière lui et appréciant légèrement le son des flammes léchant et craquant; brûlant tout. Des moments amusants. Je me demande ce que je devrais faire... il pensait, tourner sur un axe pour tout prendre. En ramassant les dés, il l'a roulé. Sans nombre, encore. Dans ses mains une autre balle émergea, remplie d'une étrange énergie pourpre. En le jetant à terre, il s'étendait vers l'extérieur et autour de ses jambes, créant un type de bottes violettes. Sautant vers le haut, il est allé plus haut qu'il n'aurait dû et sous lui une plate-forme pourpre est apparue, seulement pour disparaître quand il a ensuite sauté. Avec cela, il a suivi le liquide Sadrach, faisant rouler les dés au fur et à mesure qu'il allait. Quand il a atterri sur 1, il a eu une légère fronce sur son visage alors que les flammes bleues sous lui se sont propagées vers l'extérieur et empiété sur l'ambulance et les civils. Ce n'était pas son problème. Peut-être. Mais cela n'a pas d'importance car il a créé un autre cristal bleu et l'a jeté à l'endroit où le bus était autrefois; l'allumage et la destruction de ce qui restait. Je me demande si ce sera un ciel clair ce soir... il a pensé, sauter après le Dieu liquide.
Name: Josh "Nightmare" Payne
Age: 18
Personality: Very rash, with little to no regard of those around him, even though he pays high attention to those very people. Pretty quiet, but speaks from the heart when talking. No open regard for anything love related, and openly admits to never having a love life. Has a very poor memory, and often forgets crucial information. That or he doesn't hear it because he isn't paying attention.
Interests: A pretty typical, yet diverse geek/nerd. Played video games on a regular basis, a pretty big anime fan, DnD player and partial role player. His love for DnD came about during his primary. One of his friends, named Joe, would always play with his family, and would regale with his tales of adventure and of woe. On the birthday of that very friend, Josh, another friend named Joe and the DM, Joe, all played a version of the DnD starter box. From then on, he always loved playing the game and has run many campaigns, as well as gotten very interested in the fantasy genre.
Also, from a young age, he was an avid, and rather good writer, his favourites being dark fantasy and roleplay. From that age he wanted to become an author, but like most children's dreams they faded, but have somewhat been emerging once again (That's why I'm on this RP site xD)
He had been trying to code for God knows how long, and has since been unsuccessful. He wanted to make something to help those like him. He wanted to make something to help players of DnD create epic encounters, help writers figure out the best vocab to use (Shhhh) and he wanted to make people happy.
History: Josh was a British student in his last year of Sixth Form taking an educational trip to Avernale to study his choice of career; writing. There was everything in this city, from music to art, from technology to science - it was all in Avernale. That pulled him here, to learn the secrets of famous authors and to perfect his style of writing. That all came to an abrupt end however, on one fateful day.
On his way to a university renowned for their students in the field of writing, he boarded a bus. This bus would, supposedly take him to his destination, but that wasn't what fate had in store. Instead, the bus lost it path and sailed forwards into a gas station, killing everyone aboard and ending his dream for good. Or at least that was what he thought...
Appearance: About 6'2, with pretty clear white hair and vibrant blue eyes; easy to spot anywhere. He normally wore casual clothes - Jeans, hoodies, jackets and normal trainers, with glasses to help with his short-sightedness.
Notes: NO!


Realm: After discovering the realm, it's shape began to take form quickly. A pocket universe to suit every race, all in a single, 300m sphere. It was essentially a tiny ecosystem, complete with forests, cities, towns, soaring mountains, deserts and oceans, with great halls of stone under the Earth and a host of creatures that lived and breathed on their own, with even a scaled down version of humans to live in these places. But then their God was Josh, and things unspeakable would happen. Disaster wiped out cities, and creatures would torture and kill others. Murder, violence, poverty, hunger, death, destruction and greed would reign sometimes, and others would be peaceful; the perfect roleplay setting for a DM.
Note: as of becoming a God, the realm is still barren like others. The above is just my current visual of what it will become.
Other: His mind slowly begins to unravel everything he could never accomplish. His almost permanent writers block was lifted, and his mind flooded with endless ideas.