Queen Raidne

Give the person above you a theme song

After even more extensive research, this is what I came up with:

I decided what kind of beard I want

mdk said I need some magic moustache cream though. Or just a couple years' worth of pathetic growth -- either way.

Ooh! Now I just have to convince Boyfriend to do this.

Draw a shitty picture in MS of the person above you(game)

I didn't know you much so I did extensive research. Here's what I found out:

• Your last three or four posts were questions.
• Your name has "bro and "dark" in it.
• Your avatar is a spiderman.

Patchwork: A Multiversal Factions NRP

That's fine. The way this is set up, you can jump in at any time, more-or-less.

Post the most ironic things you can thing of!

Rain on your wedding day.
A thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.

Living in Utah

Marvelous! I love it!

Edit: ...why did that happen twice? Odd.

Living in Utah

Marvelous! I love it!

Freakshow or Fight?

Ohhhh, that's who Zimmerman is. Sorry, I don't care any more (hint: I never really did/want to in the first place).

PARANOIA

Remarkably good points. I'll edit the secret parts of character sheets to now be accepted only in PM. I feel that some parts, however, must be public to maintain a decent roleplaying experience (what's the fun of asking somebody's name in character without knowing it ooc?). With luck, I'll be finished with the first post tonight.

1 perversity point to both of you!

Edit: HAHA! The monstrosity is done. It lives!

Patchwork: A Multiversal Factions NRP

Hyperspace. Universes thread their way past each other, infinitely long in the three spatial and one temporal dimensions, but finite in the fifth and sixth. They thread their way through 5-space, twisting this way and that, narrowly avoiding each other in places. In the cosmic soup, a single intelligence drifts through the strands of universes, alone on a vast ship of metal, guts, and spacetime. It plucks from the stream of time what it likes from where and when it likes, gathering beings and parcels of land like fireflies in a jar.

With mighty effort, the engines of its ship gather force, and birth a universe. In this fresh-made universe, the lone intelligence births dust. It transfers energy from collapsing universes to this new one, and then it waits. The new universe explodes violently, expanding infinitely into the first four dimensions, weaving its way through the other universes in the fifth and sixth. It waits. Stars form. Nubile galaxies are riddled with high density radiation; novae explode constantly. Still the lone intelligence waits. Galaxies begin to settle down; they grow dusty with age. Finally the lone intelligence searches for a star, and around it, a planet.

To this planet, it crafts an ocean of fresh water, and then it waits. Life teems on the planet. Then, in the middle of the ocean, it finally unloads its stored cargo - islands appear in flashes of bright red light, perfectly hexagonal. Time resumes for these parcels of land with a bang like a thousand thunders.

A patchwork world is born.