This is a read-only archive of the Gateway Roleplay forums as they were on Oct 22, 2026. Posting, reactions and logins are disabled.
≫ WHAT'S UP WITH GATEWAY ROLEPLAY? ≪
We've been radio silent for a long time now. We posted an announcement in our Discord server back in April of 2025, but never updated the forums. So what's up with Gateway Roleplay?
After 5 long years, we've decided to place the development of Ties That Bind on an indefinite hold.
This doesn't mean it's cancelled. We fully intend to run Ties That Bind: What Lies Beneath and Ties That Bind: City of Angels eventually. But to do so, we need to take a step back. In the meantime, we'll be working on smaller, invite-only projects.
Thank you to everyone who has stuck with us this long! MindGate and I (Pika) have been working on this server for over a decade now. It truly is a passion project for us.
Bob stands at a height of five foot nine with a portly build. He lacks any hair on his head, all of it being shaved smooth, and facial hair consists of a goatee surrounded by scruff from lack of self-care. He has tired brown eyes and a fair weather-beaten skin complexion with clear-cut signs of aging in the form of crows feet. He is often seen wearing varying button-ups and vest overtop with a Texas Longhorns cap covering his bald head.
A local to Plymouth remains as a relic to his old self. Bob was a formerly approachable and friendly man but now has taken on a side of self-isolation around strangers. He is most commonly seen busying himself with various tasks around Morgan's church in an effort to take his mind off of the circumstances plaguing the world, unable to past his immense fear of the infected after suffering through a traumatizing event.
