https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/ 2026-05-16T09:14:49+00:00 https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/ https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/_media/logo.png text/html 2026-03-23T23:31:16+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:a_stranger_to_yourself?rev=1774308676&do=diff A Stranger to Yourself [CW: mentions burning alive; insects] In your disturbed dreams, once Annette has disappeared into the condensation of wet summer air in the dense impenetrable forest, your numbers diminish like a fire starved. The discipline you sent to watch Salithra is the second to go, his hawk eyes and dark skin diluted, cloudlike, by the mist as he walks away, abandons you. Then the next goes, and then, the next, silent, dutiful soldiers of the backdrop converted into traitors, non-… text/html 2026-03-23T23:32:39+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:colby?rev=1774308759&do=diff Texturally Meat-Like [CW: Insects; animal gore.] The night is frigid, and Devin is running late. You stand stock-still in the silence, the night sky starless under the thickness of clouds, goosebumps erupting on your arms. The weight of your armour text/html 2026-03-23T23:33:20+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:devin?rev=1774308800&do=diff Like Sister Like Brother [CW Animal gore] You intended to help with the scout patrol that ventured out into the woods for intel on the horde. That does not happen. What happens instead is this. You meet with Colby some hours prior to your joint kidnapping plot to tie up nets, and you take the largest, sturdiest one with you and hook it up to a tree further into the woods. You clamber into the tree branches for extra protection, drop half your venison down into the trap area with a wet text/html 2026-03-23T23:33:49+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:en_garde?rev=1774308829&do=diff En Garde [CW: burning alive] It pulses on; you can’t avoid; that thrum again; it’s cutting through; your every thought; at least it means; there’s someone there; you’re not alone; but ‘twould be nice; for just a glimpse; to have some peace; you stagger through; a quiet wince; and then, and then; just one step more; you hit the switch text/html 2026-03-23T23:34:25+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:how_are_you?rev=1774308865&do=diff How are you? Good? Bad? Something in between? [CW: descriptions of insects/insect larvae, extreme manifestations of anxiety, and electrocution] Keep track of Devo. It should be simple, right? Right? You know when he’s watching, surely you would know; you feel his presence like centipedes crawling up and down your spine. The skin on your arms has been rendered red, raw, and bloody, matching the flesh under your fingernails; you could get medical help, but no, what if it’s him there dressing y… text/html 2026-03-23T23:37:38+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:i?rev=1774309058&do=diff To Arm And Prepare So That | May Have A Place To Call Home You are One. The One. The one who got away, the one who, by fate's good graces or sadistic whims (it's getting very hard to tell these days), was chosen to survive when so many others were not. You know your fortune. You've known it since that fateful day. While your conviction drives you to never make a promise, you did make one that fateful day. A simple one, yet one you've sworn not to break come hell or high water. text/html 2026-03-23T23:31:47+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:juno?rev=1774308707&do=diff Backblast The Bastion's a powderkeg, alright, both figuratively and literally. Enough internal strife to spark a civil war paired with the biggest stockpile of weaponry known to man in the post-apocalypse lends itself to a rather tense environment. That doesn't really matter to you, though. At least there's still a Bastion left, and you'll be damned before you let it fall. text/html 2026-03-23T23:32:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:loosha?rev=1774308733&do=diff Burning Up [CW: burning alive] You can feel the seams of the Bastion close to bursting, tensions and voices rising with each minute. Perhaps this is the form that Shapeless Death will take -- arguments and hot-heads all the way to a bubbling, bristling boiling point. text/html 2026-03-23T23:35:01+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:not_a_word?rev=1774308901&do=diff Not a Word CW: electrocution of living beings You gather for your task. The hush that's fallen over the Bastion crackles with fear, punctuated by the sounds of preparation: fences fortified, weapons drawn, loved ones held close. You've convinced The Saint to help you. It's good muscle to have around, if it comes to it. You're not sure what to make of that suit of armour with a voice, but there's safety in numbers. text/html 2026-03-23T23:35:29+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:remains?rev=1774308929&do=diff Remains [CW: eye gore, insect larvae, cannibalism?, extreme gore, force feeding] You look through the shiny glass panes of the protective goggles, some of the equipment you wear is its intended function, others are repurposed, given new life; you can feel your own eyes staring back at you as you carefully bag up the body. Every. Last Piece. That is your job; You pick up the scraps that remain from a pool of congealed blood, gelatinous, gelatinous and round, the faded iris looks back at you a… text/html 2026-03-23T23:36:37+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:room_for_two?rev=1774308997&do=diff Room for Two CW: electrocution of living beings You gather for your task. The hush that's fallen over the Bastion crackles with fear, punctuated by the sounds of preparation: fences fortified, weapons drawn, loved ones held close. Raindrop is with you, and she's brought The Saint along, too. You're not sure what to make of that suit of armour with a voice, but there's safety in numbers, you suppose. While they finish their own preparations, gathering tools for traps they plan to set up, you k… text/html 2026-03-23T23:37:06+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:the_silent_war?rev=1774309026&do=diff The (Not-So) Silent War 04:00 Bright and early. The egg timer's shrill ringing is just a formality at this point: your adamantine discipline has overtaken its job to wake you up. Supplanted it. Taken power. You smile to yourself with satisfaction. That was only step one. There's still so much to come, now that the path has been opened for you with the red carpet rolled out and everything. Just as you deserve. text/html 2026-03-23T23:38:06+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:3:too_late?rev=1774309086&do=diff Too Late CW: electrocution of living beings You gather for your task. The hush that's fallen over the Bastion crackles with fear, punctuated by the sounds of preparation: fences fortified, weapons drawn, loved ones held close. Raindrop asked for your help scouting out the incoming mass and laying traps. You agreed.