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Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? You haven't even seen me angry!!! ...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy. Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE!
A head stuffed with inquiries and confusion. A pair of lungs seemingly empty. A heart filled with dread and about to burst. Perhaps it might sound poetic on paper, but to Harold, it felt like a horror story. His body felt filled with adrenaline yet sluggish, in a daze yet entirely alert. All the contradictions that were made up of this new truth he had discovered couldn't possibly be real, but somehow they were. A flood of emotions threatened to overwhelm him entirely. Questions barely had time to surface in his head before they were overwhelmed by more, an unceasing flow of impossible askings. Did his parents know he was gone? Would his modern literature professor notice his absence? What would happen to him? Where was he? How would he ever get home again? How-
"No. Stop thinking like that," he thought to himself. "Breathe." He didn't even realize he was hyperventilating until he had stopped to think. His father's voice rung true in his ears, spouting cliché phrases that only meant something when they needed to. "The best way to control your situation is to control yourself." Harold walked back to the bed he had woken up on and sat down on the mattress, if it could even be called that. "In, and out. In... and out." He waited until he had regained control of his lungs and his senses. "Well then," he mumbled to himself. "What to do now?"
Well, there was a lot he could do, he soon realized. He could further examine the walls and confines of the box they had been locked up in, perhaps to search for some hidden compartment or a way out of here. Another option would be to take a closer look at the television, where he and the rest of his new boxmates had received their only clue as to what was going on. Or perhaps, the best option would be to introduce himself to the other occupants of their room... cell... box? He still wasn't sure of the classification of his confines. Either way, he realized that taking charge and stepping out to make friends could easily help him to seem knowledgable about the whole situation. Or would taking the time to examine and take in his surroundings give the same impression, along with providing actual information?
"Screw it," he stated, under his breath. "Hopefully, I won't be in here long enough for it to even matter." A nonchalant statement, made with surprising force. He stood up, fully invested in what he was going to do. Beginning over by the television, he began to examine the walls carefully for any noticeable indentations. He was counting on the hope that the others would notice and join his search. "The more eyes we have on these walls, the quicker we can find something and get out of here." Unless, of course, there was nothing to find. Harold still had a hunch that something eerie was going on here, something that couldn't be explained by the sciences he so often studied. Yet, if there was something to be found, he would forever despise himself for missing it. With that decided, he continued to scour every last detail on the walls, hoping beyond hope to find something, anything.
@beccaday02 That sounds good. Besides, arrows should be harder to find than ammunition anyway, and having to craft bows and arrows seems to have a bit of a survivalist twist to it!
@Orlan Well, to each his own, I suppose. I look forward to seeing all of you utilize your brilliant hider...ing skills. (I'll just pretend that was a word.)
Good idea! I like how you use that to give ammo and guns. I don't like infinite ammunition in TV series, it's annoying and unrealistic, so I find it only fair to be like this here too.
I agree entirely. It's always somewhat frustrating when a survival type session assumes that the survivors have unlimited ammo in whatever weapon they carry.
Although I have a question regarding the ammunition system. I'm thinking about having either my current character or a future one using a bow and arrow as a primary weapon. Would the ammo system extend to arrows or would they be an item that would need to be found or crafted?
That personally sounds like a good idea. As exciting as a dude being
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Yeah, this is true that it's practically full female session :D. Although this kind of setting would help my character, as being surrounded by too many males taking her rough past (understatement of the year) may not be healthy in long run.
But yeah, I think right now it should be 'male only' characters or just create few (1-2) male ones ?
That honestly sounds like a good idea. I know that my male character being locked in a room of women sounds like a dream come true, but it wouldn't make for a diverse session. Perhaps just make some sort of announcement that until further notice, male characters are preferred if not required.
This sounds like an AWESOME concept! Can't wait to get involved, so I'm pitching my original character now.
Name: Harold Connors Age: 19 Gender: Male Appearance: Harold is definitely the kind to dress to impress, making sure that neckties and suit jackets are his "business casual." He is approximately 5' 8", obviously short for his age, but makes up for it with a strong, almost intimidating stature. He has light blonde hair that he makes sure to keep straight, bleached, and out of his face. Any freckles or zits on his face are always efficiently covered with proper medication or foundation. ("Yeah, I wear makeup. What about it?") His most noticeable feature is a brilliant smile that he keeps on at all times to attempt to counteract his previously stated stature. Sometimes it helps, but mostly... Hey, at least he's trying. Personality: Harold generally tries to meet plenty of people as fast as possible. His father always told him that first impressions are the most important, and he'd rather not take the chance to screw it up. In that case, he'll certainly make the most effort to pursue a friendship early upon meeting anyone. Beyond that, he can seem somewhat absentminded, but he hasn't noticed it himself... Yet. Strengths: His education is certainly one to envy, as his parents made sure to place him in the best boarding school they could afford. He also is very skilled at using his appearance to create inspiration or fear in others. Thus, he can easily craft himself allies or enemies when needed. Flaws: His obvious wealth can attract unwanted attention by those who wish to use it against him, and he tends to be somewhat naïve towards them. He also has very little physical strength, agility, or any advantage of that manner. History: Harold always has grown up in a wealthy family in Albany, New York, and as an only child, he might have grown up a tad bit spoiled, but he's tried not to let it get to his head. In boarding school, he was able to make a large group of "friends" with a combination of his wealth and social skills. (But mostly the money.) Of course, with great power comes great responsibility, as they say. His parents expected plenty of him, and as he raised his grades to increase his career options, his parents' expectations limited them simultaneously, until his prospects were lowered to high-paying lawyer, high-paying doctor, or some other high-paying job his parents hadn't thought of. It was always clear that they expected him to grow up to become rich like them. However, their pressure seemed to push him in the entirely opposite direction. He always aspired to study creative writing and become a freelance writer. Of course, this idea was met with great objection, but Harold's parents eventually recognized his strong will and knew that he couldn't be swayed from his dreams and allowed him to study abroad in London. College, he found, was very similar to boarding school, with the same general detachment from his peers and a focus on academics. He is currently in his second year of a four year bachelor program with great grades, great "friends," and an overall great outlook on his future.
This honestly sounds like it's going to be a fun thread. Nothing quite like an apocalyptic story. Full of survival, drama, and psychological problems slowly developing in once innocent character. The precise definition of fun! As for magic and the like, I agree with you all. No matter whether the apocalypse is caused by magic or science, the zombies seem like enough supernatural influence for a realistic thread. But whether or not you decide to use it, count me in!
Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? [b]You haven't even seen me angry!!![/b]
...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy.
Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, [b]FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE![/b]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? <span class="bb-b">You haven't even seen me angry!!!</span><br>...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy.<br>Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, <span class="bb-b">FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE!</span></div>