Markofkri

Pandora's box....

WARNING: Mature language (when warrented) Might contain detailed bodily harm/death.

Got a few ideas that did poorly last year. Some ideas that I felt did well.
This is a box where I would like you the reader to ....explore.
Please read my bio to get an idea of my guide lines.
Character sheets will release after interest is generated. Location, date, and general info will be a collaboration with persons of interest.

Ideas.

1. Space exploration. A crew of six (3male/3female)departed earth in the early twenty third century. Leaving in cryostasis you were to leave the familiarity of our solar system and head to a second earth like planet in the Montera system. The trip would take 5 years one way. Provisions and equipment were sent ahead for the six of you to survive for a year in case of catastrophic mission failure. You were the (insert job) and the mission was to spend six months investigating the planet to be the next world for the human race.

2. Supernatural. A supernatural created and abandoned vampire, demon, werewolf, witch, ghost. (See this one a lot, so I added it.) What happens when reality gives way to something darker? The pre-transformation is possible.

3. Dull gold. You are 21. A family member dies only to leave you a single item. The item (your choice) Is more then it seems. (Had a good session with this one.)

4. Open to suggestion.

Thank you for your time in advance. =)

What Is Left -- The Walking Dead

Holidays are over. =)

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Shadows and cold gather in the twilight. =)
Holidays are over!

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Prologue:
As Eva left the house and settled in a place she called paradise, she remembered the past as only a blurred image. She knew the names of the people and the house and her great grand mother, but the further she fled from the dark heart, the less she could recall with any type of accuracy. The demon had more then enough power over her to do this and more.

Perhaps she found love. Maybe even married and lived happily ever after. The darkness cared not. Soaking in the dark misery it had more then enough for a long while. It slowly erased all traces from the house and pictures. The darkness wiped the truth of its nature from the furthest minds linked together by the family blood line. Subtlety was it's true calling. For years it sat in the house forgotten by all but one.

In dreams when she wondered about it did the memory linger. Like an old affair dark and secrete. It would stay on Vivian's soul like a stain on white cloth. In the form of a dream did it show her the way. She was suppose to go to a friends home for the summer. She booked the ticket made the reservations. Only to find herself standing in front of the gates to the old house forgotten by its owners. It was ten pm and the cab driver didn't even ask for payment. His eyes were glassed over and as the door closed by itself he drove off towards the city. Vivian wouldn't be able to recall the walk to the doors a half mile from where the gates stood. She just stood in front of them now like some sort of dark dream.

Her hand lifted not by her will to the weather aged wood. As if afraid the door swung inward to reveal the dark interior. Vivian was now in her late forties. Time was kind to her and she bore none of it. As she took the first step into the foyer she shivered and reverted to the young girl she was when it first took her. Unknown to Vivian her feet didn't move but hovered a quarter inch off the floor and the force that held her entranced pulled her slowly to the final destination.

Down the hall she glided until she stood in front of a door that silently swung open. The room was dark for a moment then the lights that had no access to electricity flickered on. The window was broken and at the floor was a decomposed raven. The painting that had hid the safe was torn by talons. The safe door was open and inside the the faint green glow reflected in her eyes. Vivian reached out her hand as if to beckon a lover. The necklace flew from the safe and rested perfectly around her neck. It was unavoidable, munch like human suffering. Now fully under it's sway, they left together in darkness.

dark heart

THE END......

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Ok ill close it down. Thanks for the reply and the good times. If something catches your interest after the new year please feel free to drop a line. Have good holidays.

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

The numbers should be in the paper work the lawyer gave you. I don't mind if you make up stuff like that.I'm thinking of bringing this to a close. Can't seem to write my way out of a wet paper bag.

Amanda is leaving with Nathan and Vivian is in school at the moment. The maid, cook, you, and the necklace is all I have, I don't want to zombie your character. But I just cant seem to get around the rules. grrrrrr.

You are alone

Chris relaxed a little as the two of you talked and rubbed his chin in thought about the whole Dorothy business. "I think there might be more to it since the two of you are twins I'm wondering how he knew which Dorothy to release. Also as you said how did it know to correctly reanimate you? I would imagine there's a lot to it." He let out a sigh of exasperation. "Something tells me one of the Jason's is more then what he seems."

Grabbing his gun's grip Chris walked to the door leading to the hall and gave a quick look then in a low tone since the door was open he said, "Lets get out of here." Walking down the hall next to you Chris spoke in the same low tone. "Robots for the feeding would be good." His eyes swept the hall in front of him and he pressed himself against the wall when coming up to an intersection. Using the free hand Chris waved the all clear. "The ship will be returning but it will be five to seven days at least. The AI has control of it. The launch timing will have to sync with the rotation of the station around earth to save fuel and loading of the shuttle will take time. The station is moving faster then the moon and right now it is increasing the distance. Next time the station will be at its closest to the moon will be at least a five days." A door opened to the left of Chris suddenly catching him off guard.

Jason emerged from an office, His eyes were enraged and a snarl fixed on his face while he tackled Chris to the floor. The Jason had both his hands around Chris's throat giving Chris the opening to take the stock of the rifle and strike Jason in the ribs. Chris's face was turning a dark purple. A few more strikes and Jason lifted up both his hands to strike Chris. Again Chris took advantage and shot Jason with the stunner. It took two shots to incapacitate the over muscled Jason. AS the neanderthal looking Jason fell to the right side Chris turned to the opposite side and started to cough violently. His face slowly regaining the proper color.

Chris rose and took the strap to his rifle binding the clone's hands together from behind its back. "Looks like we got one. Grab his feet. We can take him to a room and have the AI hold him. Then we can get some water and food."

What Is Left -- The Walking Dead

Looking out at the city Shawn pushed all the "if's" out of his mind. His face was calm and thoughtful. The air was cold and the city was dangerously quiet. Some of the buildings were burned out. The cawing of seagulls were the only thing bold enough to make a sound. Holding Olivia as she sat in his lap Shawn's eyes still fixed on the coast. In that moment he thought of what was needed. Remembering the number of blocks and which streets to take. The subway was a sure death trap. He wouldn't go that route even if he was pressed. The office buildings were a secrete treasure spot for stuff like toilet paper. The emergency lighting was basically a large long lasting flashlight once the battery was recharged. They had a first aid kit, and coffee. Getting more ammo for his gun wound be a must and some lighters for heat or medical uses.

The kiss broke the focus and was a welcome distraction. Her happiness was warm and made him feel better about the day. She was so beautiful, especially now in the hellish world her kindness was everything. He smiled back at her and felt the gun in his back. Tucked away it was really more a last resort if he ever got bit. A few times he had used it to stick in the mouth of a bitter and give him the second chance he needed. He would of preferred a forty five but stuck with the Beretta nine mil because it was so common. He had the scope with some shoe string tied to his wrist the two hunting knives and a kitchen knife taped to the outside of his bag. Shawn felt the weight shift as Olivia got up and held out her hand.

Shawn smiled again and took her hand. "I'm ready darlin." Standing up he started to gather his effects. Putting the empty pack on and grabbing the crowbar Shawn walked with her to the end of the dock. "I was thinking radio check in twenty minutes. I'm going north a ways and grabbing some stuff from the offices." He smiled to reassure himself more then Olivia. "After the first radio check we should switch to the next channel, and so on. If I get into trouble I'll wait until the next check in to send a signal. If you don't hear from me then you wait until night and relocate the boat. The kill switch is under the second stair from the bottom floor. I also put in a lever for the fuel tube off the pump." The watches they had were on the same time. It was 815am. "See you in twenty." Shawn hugged Olivia gently, kissing her on the cheek and headed toward the first building.

keeping to the stone side and staying away from any glass fronts Shawn made it to an ally and began to snake his way north using the alleys between buildings to avoid the open streets. The walkers were either frozen or so slow he took the time to kill them with the bar clearing a path as he went. It left a trail but it also left a clear path back if he needed one. A few times a biter fell from the roof drawn to the sounds from biters below fighting Shawn. For the most part they exploded once they reached the ground. Some bums who had died in a dumpster had jumped out at Shawn forcing him to kill them and use more time trying to get to the first check point. Shawn also had the misfortune to find a building where a large pack was kept inside. Probably after trying to barricade themselves in only to fall prey to each other.

It was 0835, Shawn turned on the radio, "Check, check. I'm three blocks behind schedule, lots of walkers. No survivors, over." He was on a boat for too long and didn't take into account for all the walkers. He would just mark off the office runs and stick to the others. climbing a bunch of stairs would be too costly. If Shawn could make the time in the return trip he would hit a few but now they would have to wait.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Still in this, just waiting for a opening to manifest. Also with the holidays it will be a very slow couple of months for me.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

As the doors opened and let in fresh air from the outside Iean walked out and drew a deep breath of air. While walking up to the boss, "No injuries to persons Captin. The engine looks like some one tried to barbecue on it. Most of the wires are fried." Iean was very thankful for the fire to be over and the ship to be in one piece. No one seemed hurt just a little smoke inhalation. Glad the design put the grave drive in a different location then the main drive. Fire in zero G is deadly.

Looking around the ship the only thought he had was how he just escaped death again. Normally a mechanic half asleep could keep a ship like this afloat. The only issue now was something definitely went south faster then it should. For now Iean would store that bit of insight away. No need stirring up trouble until he had proof.

Normally this would be a shrug of his shoulders but he was on the ship they tried to destroy making it personal. Obviously they had to of done it before they took off, and it being on the inside instead of a hull breach meant that they wanted to keep most of it in tact. But who would want it? These heaps were a a dime a dozen. Maybe the mechanic had enemies. It just didn't make sense. The only thing that was definitive was the damage. Iean had seen the damage but a part exploding looked the same as a small well developed bomb. He was going to have to wait it out....