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We Crave Brains is a zombie apocalypse RPG site. It follows a group of survivors after the end of Western civilization (and all other ones for that matter) as they form bonds, fight among themselves and are torn apart by the living dead. The setting is the fictional city of Paradise, a neighborhood in an unnamed city in Pope County.

You can play as either a survivor or as one of the undead. If you chose to play a survivor, you can either be part of a group or a lone wolf. Most PC undead will be Alphas, smarter creatures than normal undead with special abilities.

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She was excited.

Despite her laid back attitude and lifestyle, Alice had to admit she loved getting dressed up when the occasion called for it. And a charity, annual fundraiser at Wayne's estate was CERTAINLY one worth getting dressed up for. Not just to rub elbow's with Gotham's finest... but perhaps, also, to impress a certain young intern within Wayne's company walls. The more she'd gotten to know Tim Drake, the more the two seemed to click. Granted, Alice rarely let her feelings effect her job or her personal life - after all, how many decent guys without baggage could exist in Gotham? Not many. But Tim seemed different. And if she was any good at reading signals... she got the feeling that Tim might have those same inklings toward her.

But, she'd been wrong in the past.

So, she'd play it cool for now. The night would be quite telling, and at least, she and Tim would get to interact when they weren't at work, and there wasn't something TERRIFYING happening around them. Alice chose to wear a nice dress, instead of opting for a costume. Come on. The party was at Wayne's newly rebuilt mansion, and a number of wealthy and upscale socialites were going to be attending. The dress was a simple cream color, and fell just a bit above her knees - with bead work around the collar. It was a nice dress on Alice and complimented her features well. Besides, if she was covering this event, she'd rather not have her view be obstructed by a mask or some kind of uncomfortable costume.

As her cab headed toward Wayne's estate, Alice felt the excited butterflies rising in her stomach again. It should be a fun night. At the very least, she'd get to meet some new people, as well as reconnect with old ones. For example, aside from Tim - she was sure Victoria would make an appearance. Undoubtedly wearing something fabulous. She also figured Jervis would come... he'd mentioned something about displaying new upgrades at Wayne Corp. Now Alice was also hoping that Edward Nashton might show up. She was sure she remembered something about him winning tickets on that 'quiz' show he seemed to dominate. Rumor had it he might eventually challenge Bruce Wayne himself.

Now THAT would be a site.

As the cab arrived at the front entrance of Wayne Manor - Alice saw other sleek cars and limousines pulling up; both guests in costume and those in simple formal attire began to head up to the mansion. Some of them had been at the dinner that took place prior to the main event... but Alice hadn't. No. Her press pass didn't get her access to THAT much of the event. Still, she'd had a simple meal at home before getting ready, excited, and hailing a cab to take her outside of the downtown core.

Stepping out, the blond reporter took a moment to marvel at the beauty of Wayne's rebuilt mansion. Well, his parent's rebuilt mansion. It seemed even more daunting and powerful than before. But it was romantic. Alice had to admit that something about the dark gothic architecture spoke to her. With a long pond leading the way to the mansion itself... it almost seemed like a place out of literature. Unable to keep the smile from her lips, Alice clutched her small handbag in her small hand and headed up the grand stairs; her white heels clicking on the stones as she moved.

He had a new fear of social gatherings. Something about large crowds, it spooked the young man, so much so that a certain dread was associated with this charity ball as soon as Grayson had found out about it. And found out that he was required to attend as Wayne's new ward, a title that he wasn't originally very fond of at all.

But it hadn't been as awful as the young man had planned for; on the contrary, Dick was actually enjoying himself at Wayne Manor... not that he would ever let anyone in on that fact. Bruce was odd; nice, but odd. He was rarely around, which Grayson attributed to his constant market-mogeling, but it was of little difference. The boy kept to himself most days, exploring the mansion much to his new butler Alfred's dismay. The elderly man was always warning Dick about absurd possibilities like getting lost within the labyrinth of a home, but Dick wasn't buying it. Not to mention the scattered rooms to which he was barred entrance from, rooms which were always to remained locked as Alfred explained. The boy's curiosity itched.

Due to his solitary nature and general abhorrence for the paparazzi (who were sure to be welcome in some amount at any Wayne affair) Dick had originally planned on making his presence scarce. A few polite hellos to satisfy the gossiping women who would speculate otherwise, and then he would retire to his bedroom for the evening, to "research suitable college choices". Hah, college. Right. Anything to dodge a largely crowded room. A largely chaotic room. The young man shuddered as a distorted memory flooded behind his eyes. Flashes, glimpses, but not the full picture. There were flashbulbs blotching out some points now. His mother's terrified eyes--flash-- the gleaming blade of the Joker's murderous tool being thrust inside his father--flash--the people, the people everywhere--Flash, Flash--the chaos.

He didn't expect Bruce to want him around. He figured the playboy would be too preoccupied with 'shmoozing' or whatever it was the affluent Gothamites did at parties he had never been invited to before. Either way, he assumed it didn't include being followed around by an introverted orphan who would make his Armani suit look cheap just by standing next to it. Which was why, as the young male was handed a costume bag by Alfred, he was more than a bit surprised. Grayson had accepted the costume initially, not having glanced inside the garment bag yet, but once he did his reaction was anything but welcoming. The frightening black wig was disturbing enough, but when the image of himself and his scrawny twigs-for-legs jutting freakishly from underneath the pink floral (and much too short for a lanky kid like himself) dress registered in his mind, Dick refused. The sentiment was amusing however, and Grayson got a good laugh from Wayne's prank. Little did the billionaire know that should he invite a young lady to his bedroom for a nightcap following the party she would be hard pressed to ignore the Dora costume now splayed across Wayne's bed. He hoped Bruce could take it as well as he could dish it out.

Wayne's costume suggestion, as ridiculous as it was, confirmed Dick's fear--he would expect the young man to be in attendance. Sighing to himself, Grayson pondered for quite some time over what a suitable costume would actually entail. He didn't want to venture out and purchase something that someone else would be wearing, and at the same time didn't want to look as though he tried too hard. That was never cool. And then the young man remembered one of the articles that had been written about him, comparing him to a famous actor from the forties and fifties. Scraping up the saved clipping from his desk drawer, Dick scanned over the name, remembering it the second he saw it: James Dean. The article talked about what Grayson's future was destined to be given his teenage angst and "dangerous motorcycle habit" not to mention a physical similarity between the two. The comment sparked an idea from the boy, who quickly pieced together a lackluster costume composed of a black v-neck tee, black jeans, and his vintage reading glasses which resembled the pair Mr. Dean wore in one of his films. This in combination with a fluff of his hair in the particular James Dean style, and his costume was complete. If Wayne didn't like it he could banish the ward to his room and spare them both the embarrassment, as far as Grayson was concerned.

As the start of the party neared, Dick ventured from his bedroom to the foyer, which was bridged by a large staircase. As he neared the top and began to walk slowly down the stairs, his eyes fell upon both Alfred and Bruce, who appeared to be talking about something amusing. Both of their faces had the traces of smirks upon them. Once within earshot of the pair, Dick heard Bruce remark "Kids these days are so ungrateful, Alfred." Grayson smirked back at the man following his comment, reaching the landing and approaching Wayne with an aura of feigned confidence. "Us kids...," the boy droned, rolling his eyes noticeably. Sarcasm dripped from his voice. The victory of knowing what was waiting for Wayne in his bedroom was even more satisfying for Dick as he inspected the older man's costume. He looked rich, as per usual. Having now been addressed by the billionaire, Dick replied "Bruce." and bowed his head to the man in jest. If anything, having Wayne around was like having an older brother. Needless to say, he didn't take the man very seriously.

Turning his focus to the butler, Dick added "Where's your costume, Al?". He quite liked the aging man, and all his infinite bundles of knowledge. Dick found it amusing to rack the butler's brain for fast facts, as the man seemed to always know exactly what he was talking about. That or he was one hell of a liar. Either way, Dick was impressed.