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I've been on this stupid site for an entire decade now and it's been fantastic, thank you all so much
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Nine years seems a lot longer than it feels.
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Ninety-nine bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles on the wall
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They will look for him from the white tower...but he will not return, from mountains or from sea...
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It would probably make more sense to wait for the OOC, since people that join the RP after it goes up will probably want to reference it. If you want to, though, you can post it here, then copy-paste it.
Well, I think a week since any post is pretty much enough to declare this RP entering rigor mortis. Shame, I really did like my character. If it gets active again, (cue Terminator voice) I'LL BE BACK.
Thoroughly confused, Gavin looked around the table. Where did all that food come from...? How long have I even been here? The area behind his forehead was beating like a painful drum, and as he looked around, he noticed small distortions in his vision. Urgh...damnit, Sylvia...Messing with my head...
Sighing, he dropped his head into one hand and rested his elbow on the table, using the other hand to slowly massage his temple. Suddenly remembering that he had company, he looked across the table at them. One was a brown-haired boy (who looked a little bit manic, admitted Gavin to himself) What was his name...Takeshi, I think... and the other was a girl with white hair, who at the moment looked pale and quite agitated. Mira, right? Yeah. Gavin looked at her with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" Granted, the chance that she would actually answer him was slim to none, since he had never seen her in his life, but he was willing to take the risk of social interaction if it meant doing something to get his mind off of the ache in his head. Remembering suddenly that his name was unknown, he threw in as an afterthought, "Oh, and my name is Gavin, no matter what my drunken roommate says."
Sighing, he dropped his head into one hand and rested his elbow on the table, using the other hand to slowly massage his temple. Suddenly remembering that he had company, he looked across the table at them. One was a brown-haired boy (who looked a little bit manic, admitted Gavin to himself) What was his name...Takeshi, I think... and the other was a girl with white hair, who at the moment looked pale and quite agitated. Mira, right? Yeah. Gavin looked at her with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" Granted, the chance that she would actually answer him was slim to none, since he had never seen her in his life, but he was willing to take the risk of social interaction if it meant doing something to get his mind off of the ache in his head. Remembering suddenly that his name was unknown, he threw in as an afterthought, "Oh, and my name is Gavin, no matter what my drunken roommate says."
Whoops, haha. I meant bigger as in not people growing bigger, but the human race growing bigger, spreading, etc.. Sorry for confusion.
Long ago, the world was whole, prosperous. Humankind flourished in a golden age of peace and many new things were created. We grew bigger, smarter. We reached to the stars. We created enormous systems of supercomputers, eventually creating artificial intelligences.
Then came the Convulsion.
In an instant, the entire world, no, the universe, was shattered into pieces. Rifts began to open into other words, creatures of shadow and fear crashing through the crumbling walls of order. Finally, the rifts opened to the final safeguard and crashed through the Firmaments of reality, letting pure chaos seep into the universe we knew. Now the human are fragmented, our once-great civilization brought to its knees. 900 years after the Convulsion, we have regressed into a second dark age, where swords and bows reign once again, with militant artifacts like guns spattered through them. If you remember only one thing I tell you, remember this. If you come across a rift in space that speaks and sings, do not listen. Never listen to the song of the Void.
So essentially, this is a RP in which humanity has regressed to a state equivalent to the dark ages, swords, axes, bows, the whole shebang. Scattered across the world are remnants of humanity as we knew it, such as computers, phones and guns. Your job is simply to survive in the hostile world, where extradimensional creatures soar through sporadically open rifts. Who knows, there might even be something on the other side of that void.
CS:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance (Picture if possible):
Preferred weapon:
Profession (If applicable):
Etc.:
Rules:
No godmodding or metagaming.
Use basic grammar and punctuation skills. C'mon, people, it's not that hard.
Try to keep your posts at least a few sentences long.
Swearing is allowed, for the most part, but definitely censor the harsher swears.
(More most likely coming)
Then came the Convulsion.
In an instant, the entire world, no, the universe, was shattered into pieces. Rifts began to open into other words, creatures of shadow and fear crashing through the crumbling walls of order. Finally, the rifts opened to the final safeguard and crashed through the Firmaments of reality, letting pure chaos seep into the universe we knew. Now the human are fragmented, our once-great civilization brought to its knees. 900 years after the Convulsion, we have regressed into a second dark age, where swords and bows reign once again, with militant artifacts like guns spattered through them. If you remember only one thing I tell you, remember this. If you come across a rift in space that speaks and sings, do not listen. Never listen to the song of the Void.
So essentially, this is a RP in which humanity has regressed to a state equivalent to the dark ages, swords, axes, bows, the whole shebang. Scattered across the world are remnants of humanity as we knew it, such as computers, phones and guns. Your job is simply to survive in the hostile world, where extradimensional creatures soar through sporadically open rifts. Who knows, there might even be something on the other side of that void.
CS:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance (Picture if possible):
Preferred weapon:
Profession (If applicable):
Etc.:
Rules:
No godmodding or metagaming.
Use basic grammar and punctuation skills. C'mon, people, it's not that hard.
Try to keep your posts at least a few sentences long.
Swearing is allowed, for the most part, but definitely censor the harsher swears.
(More most likely coming)
Yawning, Gavin awoke, sleepily rolled to the side, and promptly fell off the couch. Rubbing his head where it had made contact, he noticed his wristbandmajigger glowing, and so he pressed the button and read Sylvia's message. His eyes rapidly flicked between the time it was sent and the small clock in the upper right corner and he swore. Finding where he slung the steel bars, he placed his hand on them and they quickly morphed into a skateboard of some sort. Gavin stared at it distastefully, then sighed and dropped his head. "Guess it's really all I can do, huh? This should be faster than walking, at any rate."
As he dashed towards the entrance of the building, his locomotion under his arm and a map projected in front of him, a bolt of pain shot through his head. He stopped dead, skidding to a stop. After some seconds, the pain disappeared. Somewhat disconcerted, he completed the made dash to the entrance and, stepping outside, mounted the board, pushing off with his right foot and placing it behind his left. He shot off like a rocket.
Only a few minutes later, he arrived at Sabor, breathing a little more heavily than usual. He'd had to stop again en route, but nothing to severe, and hey, he was here now. Finding nothing to do with the metal, he shrugged and left it in it's current form, walking over to a table currently populated by Sylvia and...uh...whatever their names were, a boy and a girl. I'll deal with names in a minute, so why trouble now? Taking a seat, he gazed warily at whatever Sylvia was drinking, and gulped nervously at her slurred speech. This could end very, very poorly...
As he dashed towards the entrance of the building, his locomotion under his arm and a map projected in front of him, a bolt of pain shot through his head. He stopped dead, skidding to a stop. After some seconds, the pain disappeared. Somewhat disconcerted, he completed the made dash to the entrance and, stepping outside, mounted the board, pushing off with his right foot and placing it behind his left. He shot off like a rocket.
Only a few minutes later, he arrived at Sabor, breathing a little more heavily than usual. He'd had to stop again en route, but nothing to severe, and hey, he was here now. Finding nothing to do with the metal, he shrugged and left it in it's current form, walking over to a table currently populated by Sylvia and...uh...whatever their names were, a boy and a girl. I'll deal with names in a minute, so why trouble now? Taking a seat, he gazed warily at whatever Sylvia was drinking, and gulped nervously at her slurred speech. This could end very, very poorly...
*Posted it twice, ignore this*
When no beatdown was forthcoming, Gavin unclasped his hands and looked up, where Evelyn—no, Sylvia—was stretching out hers. He cautiously took it, rising to his feet, still looking at her warily. That's...somewhat unexpected...well, I guess she doesn't want to slay me. But looks can be deceiving...I'll wait, I guess, until I can make my escape and not be threatened by...something. His gaze flicked to the sword in the corner and he gulped and smiled nervously, his bracelet slowly crawling up his arm until it reached his elbow, where it stopped. "Well, uh...Do you mind if I room in here?"
That was quite possibly the most random question I've asked, There're plenty of other rooms not occupied, and those that are occupied are probably occupied by people that are less likely to pole me. What in the hell possessed me to ask it‽ Outwardly, the only sign of his inner chastisement was a swift movement and the loud, meaty sound of a palm colliding with a forehead fast enough to set a land speed record.
That was quite possibly the most random question I've asked, There're plenty of other rooms not occupied, and those that are occupied are probably occupied by people that are less likely to pole me. What in the hell possessed me to ask it‽ Outwardly, the only sign of his inner chastisement was a swift movement and the loud, meaty sound of a palm colliding with a forehead fast enough to set a land speed record.
After a long period of slogging through the streets slowly, Gavin finally drew upon the building. As he walked into the cubical structure, the blast of cool air caused him to shiver slightly as he looked around at the odd interior. Sighing slightly, he headed to what looked to be the dorms. Walking with his head still ringing slightly, he noticed a small note pasted on one door. Squinting at it, he made out "Sylvia". Strange, this looks...familiar...ah well. Opening the door, he walked in, letting out a relieved breath as he let the steel bars clang loudly to the ground. Making his way over to the couch, he slumped down, talking loudly to himself. It was a habit that he had picked up from long hours alone. "Gah, my head...what was her problem? Granted, I may have started shouting, labeled myself a freak forever and whispered some questionable things in her ear, but that is NO reason to slam my head into a pole!" Standing up, he began pacing with the energy and coordination of anger. "And blowing up about her brother and my sister's funeral! What the hell was that about?" Unzipping his bag, he yanked out a bar and gripped it tightly as it quickly and jerkily transformed into a short sword made of steel, slicing it at the curtain.
The curtain remained staunchly unsliced.
A guttural noise came from his throat as he tossed the blade aside and yanked open the curtain, trying to get at some fresh air to cool down. He took half an angry step forward, then froze. In front of him was a familiar person, staring at him with a flat expression on her face.
Sweat beaded on his brow as he slowly slid the curtain shut, turned around, calmly walked behind the couch and crouched down, praying for his life.
The curtain remained staunchly unsliced.
A guttural noise came from his throat as he tossed the blade aside and yanked open the curtain, trying to get at some fresh air to cool down. He took half an angry step forward, then froze. In front of him was a familiar person, staring at him with a flat expression on her face.
Sweat beaded on his brow as he slowly slid the curtain shut, turned around, calmly walked behind the couch and crouched down, praying for his life.
WinterNightSky said
Wait Lemons is a guy? I always thought he was a girl. lol
It's the profile picture, isn't it? (Haha)
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