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you could be gay, im down with that, like i said, you could follow a script, or throw it out the window and totally change the show :)
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Welcome Townsfolk,
Welcome to your new home, we find ourselves in the city limits of Pleasant Hill, an idyllic place of residence for all manner of families and single people. We have the best high school around for those families with those raucous young ones, maybe pop wants to go for a night of bowling and cards with his buddies over at Stanley’s Alleyway, or maybe even the ladies in the family want to shop ‘till they drop in this here new mall we got built last year, golly we have it all so there’s no reason to leave since you’re here.
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This roleplay will be in the same vein as the movie Pleasantville, added with the initially mysterious decade hopping suburbian drama of Wandavision. Our characters are modern day normal high schoolers in their last week of school in senior year, so they do what seniors do best, and throw a party, each character somehow finding themselves watching the old tvland show of Pleasantville. After a freak lightning storm hits the area and screws up the host’s tv, a repairman shows up and gives them a special remote to get the tv working again, but upon using this remote, our characters are transported into the lives and shoes of characters in the tv show with no way to get back.
We can discuss as a group if we want just one person who knows the script of the show or if everyone does, either way, they have to tread the fine line of keeping up appearances or going off script. In going off script, the more something or someone acts out of place or out of character, the more that thing/person becomes technicolored (the whole setting everything in sight is black and white) Either way, in an attempt to get back to the real world, changes the show forever and possibly themselves. The aspect of the decade hopping comes in the form after a set of 4 season finales signifying each season of the year at 24 episodes a pop, and each decade brings new wrinkles to the dynamic. For example, in the 50’s everyone will talk in the period (golly gee, Daddy-O, calling someone a Greaser, ect). Also similar to the movie Pleasantville. The town will be in it’s own world at first, so if we write a football game for example, it’ll always be a home game and nobody questions where the away players come from.
Any questions so far? I'm looking for anything from a 1v1 to four other players, though more can join if they wish
Welcome Townsfolk,
Welcome to your new home, we find ourselves in the city limits of Pleasant Hill, an idyllic place of residence for all manner of families and single people. We have the best high school around for those families with those raucous young ones, maybe pop wants to go for a night of bowling and cards with his buddies over at Stanley’s Alleyway, or maybe even the ladies in the family want to shop ‘till they drop in this here new mall we got built last year, golly we have it all so there’s no reason to leave since you’re here.
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This roleplay will be in the same vein as the movie Pleasantville, added with the initially mysterious decade hopping suburbian drama of Wandavision. Our characters are modern day normal high schoolers in their last week of school in senior year, so they do what seniors do best, and throw a party, each character somehow finding themselves watching the old tvland show of Pleasantville. After a freak lightning storm hits the area and screws up the host’s tv, a repairman shows up and gives them a special remote to get the tv working again, but upon using this remote, our characters are transported into the lives and shoes of characters in the tv show with no way to get back.
We can discuss as a group if we want just one person who knows the script of the show or if everyone does, either way, they have to tread the fine line of keeping up appearances or going off script. In going off script, the more something or someone acts out of place or out of character, the more that thing/person becomes technicolored (the whole setting everything in sight is black and white) Either way, in an attempt to get back to the real world, changes the show forever and possibly themselves. The aspect of the decade hopping comes in the form after a set of 4 season finales signifying each season of the year at 24 episodes a pop, and each decade brings new wrinkles to the dynamic. For example, in the 50’s everyone will talk in the period (golly gee, Daddy-O, calling someone a Greaser, ect). Also similar to the movie Pleasantville. The town will be in it’s own world at first, so if we write a football game for example, it’ll always be a home game and nobody questions where the away players come from.
Any questions so far? I'm looking for anything from a 1v1 to four other players, though more can join if they wish
i enjoyed your post, seems like we're all a bunch of isolationists if King continues the trend :p
So about Chapter 2, it's primarily about the backstory on how your characters developed their abilities
CHAPTER 2: DISCOVERY
ANCIENT EGYPT- MINUTES AFTER THEY PORTED OUT
Dozens of burned up Demi-Goblin bodies littered the village and surrounding area, people were milling about trying to make sense of the insanity, some of them looking up at the stars and crying, asking in their native tongue why the gods had tortured them so. None of them aware that the next generation would begin to base their faith system on their parents’ stories, a few slightly more level headed villagers made their way to the torn up elder tent and were shocked at seeing their leaders look in a way that would later lead to the embalming process. They began to carry their dying bodies two men to a person outside and respectfully laid cloth over them for respect and began to pray, not to the demons that had nearly shredded their minds, but to the beings who rescued them from their plight.
There was an elderly man watching all of this unfold and looked about at the unearthly carnage and went into his domicile to retrieve his writing tablet and began to make an account for this night. His first hand account would later be discovered by modern day archeologists, though they would end up misinterpret a lot of it, especially one of them being Anti-Magic, he would go on to present his findings to like-minded people and form the hate group Humanity Forever.
A group that was actually extremely proactive in targeting magic users by using magic users against their own kind. They would use the blood from the severed hands of Egybr’mu to scry locations of “newborn” magical users and use lethal force to hunt them down like rabid dogs, unfeeling towards their previously human brothers and sisters. One such hunt would later on be picked up by news outlets across the globe.
3 YEARS AGO
INTERSTATE 1-5 SEATTLE WASHINGTON
youtu.be/InRMwptcgAo
“Hang on buddy, we’re almost there!” a man’s voice echoed in the distance, but it sounded like it was miles away, beyond all the dark red in Ethan’s vision, everything was red and the smell of iron was overpowering and almost singular. “You’re ok sweetheart, we’re here...” This time a woman’s voice and a woman’s touch, but to him he could feel naught but the blood coursing rapidly through her veins, ever present in his ears was the screams of pumping hearts. Two in the car with him were the loudest, but in the cars that sped past they were like gunshots right up against his ears, “It hurts! It hurts so much!” he screamed in pain, but his voice to him was drowned out everything else, making him feel so very insignificant.
His father was trying to race them to the hospital, it was all so sudden, one second they were having a family outing to the mall, and now they were here, his father looked terrified over at his mother before exchanging a knowing look. When he returned his attention to the road however, everyone was starting to slow down as they passed an on ramp and several black, identical SUVs swerved into the traffic ahead of them and stopped their vehicles, blocking traffic.
“What the Hell is this?” Ethan’s dad asked nobody in a mix of terror and anger, in the backseat curled up in a fetal position, Ethan began to hyperventilate as the smell of fear in their blood rose to new heights. Outside, all the doors to the SUVs opened simultaneously and like a scene from a war movie piled out
In a uniform motion, the stormtrooper-esque soldiers began sweeping car to car with high powered weaponry and were almost to Ethan’s family when everything just washed away from Ethan leaving only instinct. He hopped out of the minivan and started towards the first one who began to raise his gun, but with eyes red with bloody possessed rage he stopped the man’s heart dead in his tracks, then as the next guy could do nothing but watch as his compatriot fell to the ground. To his side one of the soldiers raised his gun to Ethan’s head, but with a sideways glance Ethan dropped him by sucking all the man’s blood to the outside of his body, some of it leaking out of his suit as he falls down.
Two soldiers this time who didn’t hesitate to shoot, the bullets hitting him in the shoulder and the chest, but not before they were merely flesh wounds stopped small walls of heavily coagulated blood. This blood brained Ethan outstretched his hand and behind him two more soldiers appeared to flank him, but he just smirked as he absentmindedly in pure bloodlust brought several bodies worth of blood towards the palm of his hand and watched as it exploded into blood spikes, penetrating their armor and impaling them before returning to liquid state. Then what happened?
His blood lust began to dissipate, it was like an onrush of adrenaline and he was feeling the after-effects of it all, he looked around at the drivers of the other cars and noticed they weren’t doing anything, in fact their eyes had glazed over. “No,” he spoke groggily, “no, mom and dad,” he remembered and spun around, and fell to his knees at the sight of their bloodstained bodies, he screamed upwards wordlessly and stayed there in disbelief for what seemed like hours. It was really only a few minutes and then got back on his feet and started to walk away after barely getting himself together, what was he going to do now, where would he go?
Most important question though was what had he become, monster or magician? He heard police sirens off in the distance growing louder and nearer so he took off at a jog onto the on-ramp until there was a paved sidewalk he could walk on. Was this to be his life now, running from disasters that he had caused?
THE IMMORTAL HILLS- NOW
Ethan turned about having taken several steps in the direction they were to head upon hearing both Nina and Adirth communicating with Tell’sa and was surprised to hear the young looking guy speaking in the foreign tongue, so he spoke up. “You can speak her language? Is that your gift, or- you know what I mean?” He asked him and put his palm out to show them a thin, free-flowing tendril seeping out of his pores. “I guess I'd call what I do Hemomancy,” He paused and looked out and around the horizon, seeing to the west an expansive pasture with snow capped mountains dotted throughout.
Dotted throughout the pasture were individuals similar to Tell’sa and her people acting as sheperds for what could only be described as this world’s goats as they grazed upon the ground. “Woah,” Ethan said, taking in the sights and motioned to the other two, “you don’t see much of this in Seattlle, where I'm from. Where are you guys from?” He asked inquisitively.
ANCIENT EGYPT- MINUTES AFTER THEY PORTED OUT
Dozens of burned up Demi-Goblin bodies littered the village and surrounding area, people were milling about trying to make sense of the insanity, some of them looking up at the stars and crying, asking in their native tongue why the gods had tortured them so. None of them aware that the next generation would begin to base their faith system on their parents’ stories, a few slightly more level headed villagers made their way to the torn up elder tent and were shocked at seeing their leaders look in a way that would later lead to the embalming process. They began to carry their dying bodies two men to a person outside and respectfully laid cloth over them for respect and began to pray, not to the demons that had nearly shredded their minds, but to the beings who rescued them from their plight.
There was an elderly man watching all of this unfold and looked about at the unearthly carnage and went into his domicile to retrieve his writing tablet and began to make an account for this night. His first hand account would later be discovered by modern day archeologists, though they would end up misinterpret a lot of it, especially one of them being Anti-Magic, he would go on to present his findings to like-minded people and form the hate group Humanity Forever.
A group that was actually extremely proactive in targeting magic users by using magic users against their own kind. They would use the blood from the severed hands of Egybr’mu to scry locations of “newborn” magical users and use lethal force to hunt them down like rabid dogs, unfeeling towards their previously human brothers and sisters. One such hunt would later on be picked up by news outlets across the globe.
3 YEARS AGO
INTERSTATE 1-5 SEATTLE WASHINGTON
youtu.be/InRMwptcgAo
“Hang on buddy, we’re almost there!” a man’s voice echoed in the distance, but it sounded like it was miles away, beyond all the dark red in Ethan’s vision, everything was red and the smell of iron was overpowering and almost singular. “You’re ok sweetheart, we’re here...” This time a woman’s voice and a woman’s touch, but to him he could feel naught but the blood coursing rapidly through her veins, ever present in his ears was the screams of pumping hearts. Two in the car with him were the loudest, but in the cars that sped past they were like gunshots right up against his ears, “It hurts! It hurts so much!” he screamed in pain, but his voice to him was drowned out everything else, making him feel so very insignificant.
His father was trying to race them to the hospital, it was all so sudden, one second they were having a family outing to the mall, and now they were here, his father looked terrified over at his mother before exchanging a knowing look. When he returned his attention to the road however, everyone was starting to slow down as they passed an on ramp and several black, identical SUVs swerved into the traffic ahead of them and stopped their vehicles, blocking traffic.
“What the Hell is this?” Ethan’s dad asked nobody in a mix of terror and anger, in the backseat curled up in a fetal position, Ethan began to hyperventilate as the smell of fear in their blood rose to new heights. Outside, all the doors to the SUVs opened simultaneously and like a scene from a war movie piled out
In a uniform motion, the stormtrooper-esque soldiers began sweeping car to car with high powered weaponry and were almost to Ethan’s family when everything just washed away from Ethan leaving only instinct. He hopped out of the minivan and started towards the first one who began to raise his gun, but with eyes red with bloody possessed rage he stopped the man’s heart dead in his tracks, then as the next guy could do nothing but watch as his compatriot fell to the ground. To his side one of the soldiers raised his gun to Ethan’s head, but with a sideways glance Ethan dropped him by sucking all the man’s blood to the outside of his body, some of it leaking out of his suit as he falls down.
Two soldiers this time who didn’t hesitate to shoot, the bullets hitting him in the shoulder and the chest, but not before they were merely flesh wounds stopped small walls of heavily coagulated blood. This blood brained Ethan outstretched his hand and behind him two more soldiers appeared to flank him, but he just smirked as he absentmindedly in pure bloodlust brought several bodies worth of blood towards the palm of his hand and watched as it exploded into blood spikes, penetrating their armor and impaling them before returning to liquid state. Then what happened?
His blood lust began to dissipate, it was like an onrush of adrenaline and he was feeling the after-effects of it all, he looked around at the drivers of the other cars and noticed they weren’t doing anything, in fact their eyes had glazed over. “No,” he spoke groggily, “no, mom and dad,” he remembered and spun around, and fell to his knees at the sight of their bloodstained bodies, he screamed upwards wordlessly and stayed there in disbelief for what seemed like hours. It was really only a few minutes and then got back on his feet and started to walk away after barely getting himself together, what was he going to do now, where would he go?
Most important question though was what had he become, monster or magician? He heard police sirens off in the distance growing louder and nearer so he took off at a jog onto the on-ramp until there was a paved sidewalk he could walk on. Was this to be his life now, running from disasters that he had caused?
THE IMMORTAL HILLS- NOW
Ethan turned about having taken several steps in the direction they were to head upon hearing both Nina and Adirth communicating with Tell’sa and was surprised to hear the young looking guy speaking in the foreign tongue, so he spoke up. “You can speak her language? Is that your gift, or- you know what I mean?” He asked him and put his palm out to show them a thin, free-flowing tendril seeping out of his pores. “I guess I'd call what I do Hemomancy,” He paused and looked out and around the horizon, seeing to the west an expansive pasture with snow capped mountains dotted throughout.
Dotted throughout the pasture were individuals similar to Tell’sa and her people acting as sheperds for what could only be described as this world’s goats as they grazed upon the ground. “Woah,” Ethan said, taking in the sights and motioned to the other two, “you don’t see much of this in Seattlle, where I'm from. Where are you guys from?” He asked inquisitively.
Just gotta wait for the King :)
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