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8 yrs ago
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8 yrs ago
If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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8 yrs ago
Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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8 yrs ago
That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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9 yrs ago
on holiday for five days. if you need me, toss a rock into the fuckin' desert and I'll whisper in your dreams
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According to the IRC, I'm a low-grade troll. They're probably not wrong.

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A solemn wind disturbed a dune of stellar ash, sweeping dead stars, like dust, across the galactic sea. The thing that looked like a man gazed on, wishing it all away.

"Why?" said the thing that looked like a girl. "Why did we let it happen this way?"

"Because we were afraid," said the thing that looked like a man. "Because we wanted them to live, and never gave them room to breathe."

"Then let them have it," said the thing that looked like a girl, clenching her quivering hands into fists. "Let them have it all. Let them make this world their own; let no limits be upon them. Let them laugh and cry and hate. Let them go out there and be happy," said the thing that looked like a girl, laying her hands on the thing that impaled the man. "Set them free."

"You know not what you do."

"I don't care," said she.

The thing that looked like a girl wrenched the javelin from his chest and raised a great cry. Then she hurled it into the darkness, where it tore a wound so bright that quenched stars lit in its gaze, and she braced as the winds of dawn blazed against her, burning her, igniting the dune and the body and all the stars therein, blowing it apart and carrying its dust into a new galaxy.

She stretched her hands against the force of the wind, and felt a mass growing where the gale met her palms; and when the mass grew too great to hold back, she stretched out her other hand, and a smaller mass grew there; and when the gale overcame her they slipped from her palms and she tumbled back, laughing, as the two orbs spun one around the other.

As they fell into the cool distance, she grabbed the greater mass in her hands and twisted it; she felt it warm, and fizz. She clutched its warmth to her chest, and kissed it, and the moisture of her lips enveloped it.

And the thing that looked like a girl fell onto its surface, where the sun warmed her still, and she laughed, and her joy rose on the horizon in a hot, clean blue that covered the sky. She struck her palm at the ocean, and a plume of cyan entered it. Again and again she struck, dancing along the shore, until the sea was filled with life and oxygen.

Then she fell to her knees, exhausted.


"Take it!" said the thing that looked like a girl, laughing as the tears streaked down her face. "Come and take it all."






Gᴏᴅꜱᴩᴇᴇᴅ: ᴀ Dɪᴠɪɴᴜꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴏꜱ ᴩʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Free, Large Group, Nation, Fantasy, Historical, Military, Romance


This RP was inspired by an OldGuild roleplay, named Divinus, GMed by ActRaiser. It found new life in the early summer of 2015 and developed tremendously as Divinus: They Deity Roleplay Mk.I. A new iteration, Mk.II, has since been and continues to be an astounding success. We would now like to launch a new version, reconfigured and refined for the Free Section.



Chester hadn't walked out of class looking for a fight. Truly, he was a simple man. Sports, games, pretending he didn't care enough to study, girls who weren't interested in him but that he acted dismissive to anyway... The usual. But Dulac was using a lot of words he understood and sort of wished he didn't, and, as far as he could tell, she wasn't even doing it ironically. So he said:

"Bro, are you dense?"

And, realising that the nuanced conversational laws that governed brospeak didn't apply here, followed it up with:
failing badly
"You hurt her when she didn't need it. Why would you do that? She's just trying her best." He began to run out of steam, but added: "And if that's not good enough, sure, whatever, but I don't see you trying to help her. Or anyone but Kat, really."

The atmosphere wasn't right for this. The time wasn't right, and in truth, he didn't know where to go from here, because it was true and Rebecca was as helpless as a child, but he couldn't go back into the room again- Couldn't back down from a girl. So he was stuck.




Kat watched the minute hand tick down the side of the clock. He began to squirm, again, not in his seat but in his head, watching Rebecca over his jacket sleeves, sitting very still just past Keone. He'd sent Chester out with the promise of staying put, and was immediately regretting it- he'd been too quick, again, to jump at what he thought he could do and ignore what he should. but couldn't

He took his eyes out of Rebecca's general vicinity and grabbed a glance at Keone. He'd stay here until the bell rang. He could do whatever he wanted, really, but for now he'd do as he was told. Rebecca wouldn't vanish in the meanwhile.

Still, he wrote '?' on a ball of paper and tossed it at Keone. He wouldn't miss, hopefully. It was a big piece of paper.
Kat caught the paper ball, as he was meant to (and to his own surprise). His eyes flinched over to the pitcher. The bigger boy was at that not-quite-unkempt level of dishevelment almost uniquely occupied by young men- did he always look that way? Kat didn't know. He knew it was him, though. No one else in the room ever wrote on green paper.

Two lines. To Kat, they seemed to be fighting each other.

Stop helping her, went one. Well, no. He just had no idea how. You'll get hurt too... He glanced back at Keone, who wasn't looking up. Kat's head was a ruffled haze that didn't want to move. Get hurt? Him? By who? What did that mean?

...Too?

...

...oh God.

As the post-yelling quiet broke up into murmurs again, Kat made a very small move to retrieve the abandoned basket, which wasn't too far, then retracted it. His eyes were watering somewhat, because, as he watched, and Dulac left, she won- Rebecca was quiet and Dulac was away and her words would stick with Rebecca for God knows how long and Kat you are just SITTING there and the wound will keep bleeding

"...I think Keone wants me to stay," said Kat, after a deep breath and a moment of thought he wasn't proud of but didn't regret. He tapped the written message on the desk (now between him and Chester). "Should I go anyway, or-"

Chester looked over the note, then back at him. "Go where?" Kat flicked his eyebrows to the door, made to get out of his seat, looked at Keone and squirmed back down. "...Dulac?" Kat mouthed, 'yeah,' and Chester took a deep breath, breaking contact with his swimming eyes. Kat would melt.

"Just stay here, dude," he said, rising from his chair. To him, the movement seemed natural. Kat stayed put. The door swung.

He'd been doing this for a long time.



Hallway


"You did not need to do that," echoed Chester's voice to the only other person in the hall. Nothing more, nothing less. He just stood his ground and waited.
So, short version... what have I missed?


Jvan had sex with Vestec. The fallout destroyed the universe.

This was directly after Toun's rave party ended with Teknall stacking 1,128 full shot glasses in a tower and downing all of them.
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Monday — Morning — Homeroom
@SIGINT




Kat hadn't noticed Rebecca come in, and when he popped up his head, he had a moment's worth of fluttering heartbeat where he wondered if he was about to be called out for something. But no, no, it was just a donation ru-

"-slit her wrists, over-"
skin
(nails on a chalkboard razors on a steel plate blunt knives touching bone)

"Shit. I'm sorry for your loss," said Chester softly, interrupting the wrench in Kat's gut. She could have said it any other way and it would just fade into the background of numb, along with all the others they'd been hearing about once or twice a year, but those words had banged Kat's heart like a thrown pan.
the witness
...She was there, wasn't she?

Kat finally dodged up from under the desk where he'd left his bag, emptying his spare change into the basket along with Chester's. He couldn't look at Rebecca, though he didn't know if he should, either. The money wouldn't help, not really. Another thin band aid on a bullet wound. Rebecca thanked them softly and moved on. From behind, when he could finally look, Kat could almost see the woozy fizz of shock around her head.

Mr. Gordon shuffled his game of Solitaire on his laptop at the front of the class, which had somehow turned into a back corner. Kat's heart went, 'fuck'.

She was alone.

Pulling himself up from his chair and crawling a little at the thought of being the only one in the class who was standing up, Kat stepped over to Rebecca and made to touch her shoulder, was noticed before he had to. "If you need anything- uh, hey- just let me know, okay? I can drive, and I've got time. Me and the other boys."

Chester, who was the only member of the 'other boys' as far as Kat's social circles went, caught his eye and gave her a small nod and smile. Kat dissolved a little after talking (whispering), wondering how many other stupid boys had knighted it up by offering the same.

Still- and it was no new thought- Kat hated adults that abandoned their kids.
What's this? What's this? There's progress in the air



Long it may be, but the extra words are mostly in the overview and section on the Vault. Everything else is mostly touch-ups. I can post it when y'all are happy with it and I'm sane conscious able to do so.

ed: never mind I'm already figuring out places where I can pare words off
It's probably sort of half in, half out. The Door is definitely a pocket dimension of sorts, somewhere in Lei's basement, but I think it's better for the gods to make their first wonders above ground, in a mappable location, given that it's the place from where the gods will start spreading out.

I imagine it will exist out of phase with the rest of Galbar, though, and be inaccessible to the uninvited. Wanderers to the site will just find Mater Lei's fortress.

ed: there will be portals leading to Lei's pad from elsewhere on the planet, mind, so it will basically exist in several places at once (say, on both major continents).
Monday - Morning - A not too uncomfortable circle of Hell



The snake is an animal with its life sorted out. In the day, it is warm. Warm means happy. Happy means active. Snake goes outside to play. When the day ends, the snake goes to sleep.

The dim is not a time to be happy. The dim is cold. Melancholy. When the sun vanishes, it's time to go away- to creep to where you're safe and the dim cannot touch you. You wait under your bed. You allow the time to pass. You treasure the little heat you have, until the dim has gone away.

Kat did not like the dim.
but it never ever gets better

Someone went to poke him, thought wiser of it, then realised he wasn't actually asleep. They shook him gently by the shoulder, gave him a chance to... inflate.

"Mnnn?"

"Hey Kat, you do gym class, right?"

"Nnnn," he replied. Kat was a master of sleeping on his jacket sleeves, and always wore a thick one at every chance of cloud.

"What's the final like?"

Kat slumped himself awake, hoping the bell would start tolling soon. "Sport science," he said, after a while. "Science of exercise. All that sh- ...izz. Major muscles, aspects of diet, you know the drill."

"Sounds easy."

"God it is. Better than math."

The other boy sat back on his chair, which didn't fit him. Chester had struck the pubescent lottery, and now Kat followed him like a reverent barnacle, hoping that tailing someone tall and strong-jawed might lend him credibility. In return he didn't open his mouth too much. "I thought you hated it."

"I don't want to pick up a sport," he said, which was a supremely self-evident truth. "They let you hide on the cycling machines."

Ah, thought Chester. He doesn't want to be seen in shorts.

Kat sighed and put his head back on his sleeves, counting seconds in finger-taps. He wanted to be let out. Out of this school, this room, this... other things. The grey made a wall past the window, erasing shadows and setting a limit to the sky, making the too-small world seem that much smaller. Maybe, he thought, if he ran at it hard enough, and far enough, he could get past the horizon and jump...
JUMP


...He'd probably write about it on his poetry blog later.
@Double Capybara yeah true good point

on the other hand, the map is still 'random', even though it's hand-crafted- we're just working out ~approximately what it needs to have to ensure a diversity of gameplay. We could certainly wait if that's fine with Wrongend.

thanks for reminding me about the oasis tho I'll put it on the list
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