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    1. Fleeter 11 yrs ago

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Never turn your back to your enemy. Unless you can hit them with a seizure inducing strobe effect. Made this backrig. I call it my chassis.

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I'm interested, is this still open? I already have a character in mind.
Im willing to join
I'm interested. Can i join this?
I might end up fucking this up-- but yes. Ya'll can join. I think it'll be more lively and less boring with more people.
People with accepted characters may start now.
And thus begins... the experiment. NARRATIVE It is the fall season, although it is not that much noticeable in most parts of the city except where there are trees. Although some people might catch a chill from the wind. But in the outskirts there are leaves falling from trees in forest areas. The city square, which features a large TV screen that typically only shows breaking and typical news reports and advertisements are doing just that. Nothing out of the ordinary is being broadcasted. Almost fitting for the start of the story a tourism ad plays, or propaganda depending on how you want to look at it. "Welcome to Trip City! The leading edge of first world order! With the low rates of violence and crime in the recent years humanity has been able to dedicate more time to education and science. Technology advances are projected to increase in the next 10 years. In fact, plans on colonizing on distant planets are no longer dreams, but rather long term goals..." The ad is quite boring so it fades away into the background of noise. Of course, you might have not have even seen the ad if you weren't in the city square, or watching that particular channel to begin with. Everything that ends must come to a start first. So let's get onto life-- life in Trip City. Where do you start? Who are you? Your story begins now.
Retract my interest. I think I'll look for another place.
just kidding. that was a joke. :D So I'm pretty interested. can I join anyways?. already have a good character in my mind
I'm sorry Nerminator. I looked at your previous posts and even right now there's a lack of capitalization and proper punctuation. I'm afraid my OCD wont allow you to join until you have a more consistent track record.
Ken I hav rp? I am veri good RPur. luk at mai gr8 spelang
No. Definitely not. ___________ @Everyone else, we're going to wait to see if more characters are made in about 24 hours, and if not, then I'll open it up to you guys.
Zhijiru dashed through the marketplace. He couldn't spot the lady anywhere. Thankfully Diesel was trotting along rather carelessly. The happy dog seemed like he was lost with that dumb face he had. Tongue hanging out, tail wagging, and nearly hopping in his step. But beyond that Diesel knew exactly where he was going. Zhijiru grabbed the dog, and startled him in the process. Which was unusual since Zhijiru snuck up on him all the time and the dog always seemed to know he was coming. The dog squirmed in his arms. "H-Hey!" The dog jumped off of him and started to run off. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed frustrated before running to catch up. He followed the dog left and right and around people before the dog stopped at a dead end. Exhausted, Zhijiru could only muster a, "Ha... you... f-fat... dog," breathing in between every word. The dog put his paws against a scrap metal on the wall and started pushing on it, but then jumped up and down as if super excited to meet someone. His tail wagging frantically. "Arf, arf!" The metal went, bang bang, as the dog jumped against the scrap. Bang bang bang. A voice could be heard past the wall of the alley. "Who's making that racket?!" it sounded like a very, very angry man. Zhijiru swooped up his dog, more forcefully this time and hid behind a barrel. It smelled like rotting fish. A man came out, swinging a butcher's knife, trying to see if he could locate the perpetrator. Zhijiru held Diesel's mouth shut, resulting in a very quiet, "Omph, omph" as Diesel's cheek's inflated and deflated with each attempted bark. The man soon mumbled to himself and shut the door behind him. Zhijiru sighed in relief. However, Zhijiru heard a familiar, "cluck cluck" coming from the wall next to him. Diesel pushed away again and stuck his nose in the crack of the wall. Jiru stared at him for a second and just thought, "What are you doing? You stupid dog..." He pulled the dog away, and decided to take the chance to look through the little hole. He peered downwards into it, as it appeared that he was seeing into a basement. "Cluck cluck cluck" The chicken was there, and so was a familiar voice, but in a not-so-familiar body. The dirty farmer with her hair up, was now a shorter, younger woman, with long black silky hair. "We meet again at last, chicken," said the woman. He thought to himself, "She's talking to a chicken. She's crazy. Just like Luca." He moved away from the crack in the wall, and the dog figured it was his turn again. But when the dog stuck his nose back into the door some of the loose stone gave way and fell to the ground. "What?!" The woman shrieked in surprise and looked towards the crack in the wall above her. She saw a little muzzle poking through with a silently sniffing nose. She didn't immediately recognize it, but she put the two and two together. Zhijiru could hear her walking towards them. Right after he yanked diesel out. He heard a crash in the room, and frantic clucking. Zhijiru dashed back to meet up with Luca. "Luca! Luca!" As soon as he got back though, he made sure to leash Diesel up to the wagon.
Zhijiru shuddered at the idea of Diesel getting lost. He was a smart dog, and never wandered too far. If he did, he was always trusted to come back. He was more vigorous than Zhijiru was, and he surely had to get real sustenance exploring while his master wasn't looking, even though he master never actually noticed when he had left in previous occasions. It dawned on him, that the dog had taken a liking to the fake farmer. Suddenly the ideas in Zhijiru's head started going at a thousand miles per hour. Did Diesel follow her? What if she had better food than Zhijiru did and decided to stay with her? What if she was going to EAT HIM? Oh the humanity! He imagined a slightly pudgier version of Diesel wagging his short curly tail, eating like a king. Zhijiru couldn't have that. Zhijiru turned to Luca, and roughly grabbed Luca's shoulders, "Stay here! I'm going to go get him!" Zhijiru hopped the counter and started to run in the direction of the woman. Not thinking at all that Luca was not to be trusted with... well... anything.
I think we will wait to see if anyone else makes a character in the next day or so.
Accepted.
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