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I've been on this stupid site for an entire decade now and it's been fantastic, thank you all so much
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Nine years seems a lot longer than it feels.
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Ninety-nine bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles on the wall
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Biting Spider Writing
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They will look for him from the white tower...but he will not return, from mountains or from sea...
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Sterilization Extraordinarily Bad Things™
Yeah.
That and all the sodium that exists in human beings, the ocean, and the world in general.
'Course, he makes a GREAT shrimp flambeé.
That and all the sodium that exists in human beings, the ocean, and the world in general.
'Course, he makes a GREAT shrimp flambeé.
Well, it's not usually rap, per se, if you beat a space-time rift at its own game...
...somehow...
then suffice it to say, some not-altogether-comprehensible-by-a-sane-mind things happen and you may or may not become something similar to a demigod of some sort.
...somehow...
then suffice it to say, some not-altogether-comprehensible-by-a-sane-mind things happen and you may or may not become something similar to a demigod of some sort.
Mmmm...yes...excuse me while I stroke my nonexistent beard while deep in thought...
Meh, sounds cool enough to join.
Name: Matthew
Last name: Winslow
Nicknames (if any): Matt, Matty, A-Hole, Pig
Appearance (Can be written, drawn, or photograph):
Both of his eyes are the sickly green of his left eye and he constantly wears that same smug grin.
Age (15-40): 22
Kinetic ability: Halokinesis (He can control salt)
Personality: One kinky motherf***** One can never be quite sure exactly what Matt is thinking about. It makes him dangerous. He's an unpredictable, chauvinistic ass who only really thinks about himself, and there is absolutely no backstory behind it. He's just really, really arrogant and pretty much hates people as a whole. Doesn't necessarily hate women more than men, just thinks of them as inferior beings, less than human.
Profession: Currently unemployed, unless you count "living off of the money of rich ex-girlfriends that he dumped by the side of the road" an occupation.
Any spouse/roommates/children: Heh...nope.
Other interesting information: He is an AMAZING cook, as long as no vinegar is involved. He HATES vinegar.
Meh, sounds cool enough to join.
Name: Matthew
Last name: Winslow
Nicknames (if any): Matt, Matty, A-Hole, Pig
Appearance (Can be written, drawn, or photograph):
Age (15-40): 22
Kinetic ability: Halokinesis (He can control salt)
Personality: One kinky motherf***** One can never be quite sure exactly what Matt is thinking about. It makes him dangerous. He's an unpredictable, chauvinistic ass who only really thinks about himself, and there is absolutely no backstory behind it. He's just really, really arrogant and pretty much hates people as a whole. Doesn't necessarily hate women more than men, just thinks of them as inferior beings, less than human.
Profession: Currently unemployed, unless you count "living off of the money of rich ex-girlfriends that he dumped by the side of the road" an occupation.
Any spouse/roommates/children: Heh...nope.
Other interesting information: He is an AMAZING cook, as long as no vinegar is involved. He HATES vinegar.
It would probably make more sense to wait for the OOC, since people that join the RP after it goes up will probably want to reference it. If you want to, though, you can post it here, then copy-paste it.
Well, I think a week since any post is pretty much enough to declare this RP entering rigor mortis. Shame, I really did like my character. If it gets active again, (cue Terminator voice) I'LL BE BACK.
Thoroughly confused, Gavin looked around the table. Where did all that food come from...? How long have I even been here? The area behind his forehead was beating like a painful drum, and as he looked around, he noticed small distortions in his vision. Urgh...damnit, Sylvia...Messing with my head...
Sighing, he dropped his head into one hand and rested his elbow on the table, using the other hand to slowly massage his temple. Suddenly remembering that he had company, he looked across the table at them. One was a brown-haired boy (who looked a little bit manic, admitted Gavin to himself) What was his name...Takeshi, I think... and the other was a girl with white hair, who at the moment looked pale and quite agitated. Mira, right? Yeah. Gavin looked at her with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" Granted, the chance that she would actually answer him was slim to none, since he had never seen her in his life, but he was willing to take the risk of social interaction if it meant doing something to get his mind off of the ache in his head. Remembering suddenly that his name was unknown, he threw in as an afterthought, "Oh, and my name is Gavin, no matter what my drunken roommate says."
Sighing, he dropped his head into one hand and rested his elbow on the table, using the other hand to slowly massage his temple. Suddenly remembering that he had company, he looked across the table at them. One was a brown-haired boy (who looked a little bit manic, admitted Gavin to himself) What was his name...Takeshi, I think... and the other was a girl with white hair, who at the moment looked pale and quite agitated. Mira, right? Yeah. Gavin looked at her with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" Granted, the chance that she would actually answer him was slim to none, since he had never seen her in his life, but he was willing to take the risk of social interaction if it meant doing something to get his mind off of the ache in his head. Remembering suddenly that his name was unknown, he threw in as an afterthought, "Oh, and my name is Gavin, no matter what my drunken roommate says."
Whoops, haha. I meant bigger as in not people growing bigger, but the human race growing bigger, spreading, etc.. Sorry for confusion.
Long ago, the world was whole, prosperous. Humankind flourished in a golden age of peace and many new things were created. We grew bigger, smarter. We reached to the stars. We created enormous systems of supercomputers, eventually creating artificial intelligences.
Then came the Convulsion.
In an instant, the entire world, no, the universe, was shattered into pieces. Rifts began to open into other words, creatures of shadow and fear crashing through the crumbling walls of order. Finally, the rifts opened to the final safeguard and crashed through the Firmaments of reality, letting pure chaos seep into the universe we knew. Now the human are fragmented, our once-great civilization brought to its knees. 900 years after the Convulsion, we have regressed into a second dark age, where swords and bows reign once again, with militant artifacts like guns spattered through them. If you remember only one thing I tell you, remember this. If you come across a rift in space that speaks and sings, do not listen. Never listen to the song of the Void.
So essentially, this is a RP in which humanity has regressed to a state equivalent to the dark ages, swords, axes, bows, the whole shebang. Scattered across the world are remnants of humanity as we knew it, such as computers, phones and guns. Your job is simply to survive in the hostile world, where extradimensional creatures soar through sporadically open rifts. Who knows, there might even be something on the other side of that void.
CS:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance (Picture if possible):
Preferred weapon:
Profession (If applicable):
Etc.:
Rules:
No godmodding or metagaming.
Use basic grammar and punctuation skills. C'mon, people, it's not that hard.
Try to keep your posts at least a few sentences long.
Swearing is allowed, for the most part, but definitely censor the harsher swears.
(More most likely coming)
Then came the Convulsion.
In an instant, the entire world, no, the universe, was shattered into pieces. Rifts began to open into other words, creatures of shadow and fear crashing through the crumbling walls of order. Finally, the rifts opened to the final safeguard and crashed through the Firmaments of reality, letting pure chaos seep into the universe we knew. Now the human are fragmented, our once-great civilization brought to its knees. 900 years after the Convulsion, we have regressed into a second dark age, where swords and bows reign once again, with militant artifacts like guns spattered through them. If you remember only one thing I tell you, remember this. If you come across a rift in space that speaks and sings, do not listen. Never listen to the song of the Void.
So essentially, this is a RP in which humanity has regressed to a state equivalent to the dark ages, swords, axes, bows, the whole shebang. Scattered across the world are remnants of humanity as we knew it, such as computers, phones and guns. Your job is simply to survive in the hostile world, where extradimensional creatures soar through sporadically open rifts. Who knows, there might even be something on the other side of that void.
CS:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance (Picture if possible):
Preferred weapon:
Profession (If applicable):
Etc.:
Rules:
No godmodding or metagaming.
Use basic grammar and punctuation skills. C'mon, people, it's not that hard.
Try to keep your posts at least a few sentences long.
Swearing is allowed, for the most part, but definitely censor the harsher swears.
(More most likely coming)
Yawning, Gavin awoke, sleepily rolled to the side, and promptly fell off the couch. Rubbing his head where it had made contact, he noticed his wristbandmajigger glowing, and so he pressed the button and read Sylvia's message. His eyes rapidly flicked between the time it was sent and the small clock in the upper right corner and he swore. Finding where he slung the steel bars, he placed his hand on them and they quickly morphed into a skateboard of some sort. Gavin stared at it distastefully, then sighed and dropped his head. "Guess it's really all I can do, huh? This should be faster than walking, at any rate."
As he dashed towards the entrance of the building, his locomotion under his arm and a map projected in front of him, a bolt of pain shot through his head. He stopped dead, skidding to a stop. After some seconds, the pain disappeared. Somewhat disconcerted, he completed the made dash to the entrance and, stepping outside, mounted the board, pushing off with his right foot and placing it behind his left. He shot off like a rocket.
Only a few minutes later, he arrived at Sabor, breathing a little more heavily than usual. He'd had to stop again en route, but nothing to severe, and hey, he was here now. Finding nothing to do with the metal, he shrugged and left it in it's current form, walking over to a table currently populated by Sylvia and...uh...whatever their names were, a boy and a girl. I'll deal with names in a minute, so why trouble now? Taking a seat, he gazed warily at whatever Sylvia was drinking, and gulped nervously at her slurred speech. This could end very, very poorly...
As he dashed towards the entrance of the building, his locomotion under his arm and a map projected in front of him, a bolt of pain shot through his head. He stopped dead, skidding to a stop. After some seconds, the pain disappeared. Somewhat disconcerted, he completed the made dash to the entrance and, stepping outside, mounted the board, pushing off with his right foot and placing it behind his left. He shot off like a rocket.
Only a few minutes later, he arrived at Sabor, breathing a little more heavily than usual. He'd had to stop again en route, but nothing to severe, and hey, he was here now. Finding nothing to do with the metal, he shrugged and left it in it's current form, walking over to a table currently populated by Sylvia and...uh...whatever their names were, a boy and a girl. I'll deal with names in a minute, so why trouble now? Taking a seat, he gazed warily at whatever Sylvia was drinking, and gulped nervously at her slurred speech. This could end very, very poorly...
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