@BlackXIII flattery aside, it sounds like you're clear to write up an intro; I'm sure you'll fit in well in Nowhere :P
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alright, cleaned out my visitor messages! last one I got was happy birthday wishes, 2 years ago! Let's see what I might get now that I'm surlier and less friendly :P
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alright, cleaned out my visitor messages! last one I got was happy birthday wishes, 2 years ago! Let's see what I might get now that I'm surlier and less friendly :P
14 hrs ago
I'm surprised I'm not seeing more ideas popping up for rp's... I may be forced to try past ideas of my own, again, which I'm sure will go just GREAT...
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Anyway, goodnight.
1 day ago
Do a lot of people conflate "simple" with "boring"? Because that would explain a lot.
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@Iamtheisland it may be time to explore other sources of inspiration? Also I'm no therapist, but embracing depression as a muse might not be good for you...
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Bios are stupid; oh, sure, everyone can see them, but I bet nobody reads them.
Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.
No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I was very tired.
Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.
No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I was very tired.
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@BlackXIII Well, I like the character! an interesting case, to say the least (and I like your willingness to let him be the one who hasn't seen or experienced anything, technically, humorously, making him the normal one).
Regarding his role, call him "Stoner" if you want, but the role he fills and the sort of character he is, is pretty well covered, in my opinion, by the "Space Case" role (I even quoted the stoner from "Cabin in the Woods" for the example :P).
I think I may have done too good a job defining the roles, so I'm going to be a bit less stringent on what people are writing down, as long as I can draw a connection to an existing role or the proposed role is well explained.
I'm going to consult with the co-GM at the earliest opportunity, and see if we'll bring you into this episode, or give you an in for the next one. For the time being, I'd say, subscribe to the topic and sit tight, Shaggy :P
Regarding his role, call him "Stoner" if you want, but the role he fills and the sort of character he is, is pretty well covered, in my opinion, by the "Space Case" role (I even quoted the stoner from "Cabin in the Woods" for the example :P).
I think I may have done too good a job defining the roles, so I'm going to be a bit less stringent on what people are writing down, as long as I can draw a connection to an existing role or the proposed role is well explained.
I'm going to consult with the co-GM at the earliest opportunity, and see if we'll bring you into this episode, or give you an in for the next one. For the time being, I'd say, subscribe to the topic and sit tight, Shaggy :P
World building(kind of)!
The local diner/restaurant is called "The Greasy Spoon"
The local diner/restaurant is called "The Greasy Spoon"
Alright, got an intro, everybody take the time to put in a good intro post for their character, and events can go from there. Nowhere is the starting location, so a week after the incident is when I expect you all to be there, or just arriving there. The rest is up to you.
Nowhere, USA
Population: 3284
12:04 AM
A modest log cabin home sits in an open field, on one side, a chain-link fence separates the property from a corn field. On the other side of the field, a large cluster of trees, with a river running through it. The sun had set hours ago, but only now was a mist rising, spreading out from the forest, and quickly enveloping a sizable portion of the town. It enveloped a large portion of a cornfield. It crept around the new housing development. It settled on a cattle grazing field. It even rolled several blocks down main street.
And it completely swallowed up the field, with the solitary modest log cabin.
From out of the trees, through the mist, a soft, glowing light came drifting toward the house. It approached a window, stopping just outside of it. There was a scratching sound on the glass, and the occupant inside stirred. She sat up, drowzy, but smiled at the small light outside her window.
"Do you wanna play?" It didn't answer. The child hopped out of her bed, sneaked out of her room and down the hall. She slipped into a coat, and boots, and left the front door wide open as she hopped down the steps of her front porch, the light shining just above.
She trotted across the field, toward the trees and the sound of the rushing river, giggling the whole way as the light bobbed this way and that, leading her along.
She went down a path, turning this way and that, her spectral playmate just ahead, and above, until they got to a point where the house couldn't be seen through the trees. It flew up high, and she stopped just under it, reaching up as she laughed, hopping in place, reveling in the pale, blue-white glow.
Then the light turned bright red. She blinked a few times, as if only just waking up. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the light, and began to shake, frightened.
"...Muh, Maw- Mommy! MOMMY!!" She turned and ran as fast as she could, but she didn't know which way she was going- the light began swooping down at her, giving shrill screams as it chased her, the only sound the girl could hear over the river. It came down to her level, moving along the path as it closed in on the girl.
She risked a glance back-
And fell.
Her grandfather bolted upright, waking up to the screams. He rushed as best as he could, but running was out of the question at his age. He practically jumped into his boots, clad only in sweat-pants and an under-shirt, flashlight in hand. It couldn't even penetrate the mist, but he still tried to search, swinging it this way and that as he called out to the child.
"Moira!... Moooiiiiraaaa!!" He continued, in a Scottish accent, trotting this way and that, calling out as his daughter dialed emergency services. He kept calling to her, even after the girls screams went quiet...
ONE WEEK LATER...
Population: 3284
12:04 AM
A modest log cabin home sits in an open field, on one side, a chain-link fence separates the property from a corn field. On the other side of the field, a large cluster of trees, with a river running through it. The sun had set hours ago, but only now was a mist rising, spreading out from the forest, and quickly enveloping a sizable portion of the town. It enveloped a large portion of a cornfield. It crept around the new housing development. It settled on a cattle grazing field. It even rolled several blocks down main street.
And it completely swallowed up the field, with the solitary modest log cabin.
From out of the trees, through the mist, a soft, glowing light came drifting toward the house. It approached a window, stopping just outside of it. There was a scratching sound on the glass, and the occupant inside stirred. She sat up, drowzy, but smiled at the small light outside her window.
"Do you wanna play?" It didn't answer. The child hopped out of her bed, sneaked out of her room and down the hall. She slipped into a coat, and boots, and left the front door wide open as she hopped down the steps of her front porch, the light shining just above.
She trotted across the field, toward the trees and the sound of the rushing river, giggling the whole way as the light bobbed this way and that, leading her along.
She went down a path, turning this way and that, her spectral playmate just ahead, and above, until they got to a point where the house couldn't be seen through the trees. It flew up high, and she stopped just under it, reaching up as she laughed, hopping in place, reveling in the pale, blue-white glow.
Then the light turned bright red. She blinked a few times, as if only just waking up. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the light, and began to shake, frightened.
"...Muh, Maw- Mommy! MOMMY!!" She turned and ran as fast as she could, but she didn't know which way she was going- the light began swooping down at her, giving shrill screams as it chased her, the only sound the girl could hear over the river. It came down to her level, moving along the path as it closed in on the girl.
She risked a glance back-
And fell.
Her grandfather bolted upright, waking up to the screams. He rushed as best as he could, but running was out of the question at his age. He practically jumped into his boots, clad only in sweat-pants and an under-shirt, flashlight in hand. It couldn't even penetrate the mist, but he still tried to search, swinging it this way and that as he called out to the child.
"Moira!... Moooiiiiraaaa!!" He continued, in a Scottish accent, trotting this way and that, calling out as his daughter dialed emergency services. He kept calling to her, even after the girls screams went quiet...
NIGHT TERRORS
ONE WEEK LATER...
Ok, closing the applications, for now, and tonight or tomorrow I'll post an opening, let's... My usual enthusiasm in the phrase "Let's rock and roll!" feels inappropriate, considering how this is going to start (... You'll see), so, let's leave it at "Here we go"
I've decided to call off this rp.
have a nice day.
have a nice day.
we had one other interested party I've been waiting on to submit a character.
If the rest of you are ready to go ahead and get started, I can see about getting us started this weekend.
What about you, @SaikaAngel ? tomorrow will make 2 weeks since you last weighed in on providing a character. If you've lost interest, that's cool, but I'd appreciate the courtesy of notice.
If the rest of you are ready to go ahead and get started, I can see about getting us started this weekend.
What about you, @SaikaAngel ? tomorrow will make 2 weeks since you last weighed in on providing a character. If you've lost interest, that's cool, but I'd appreciate the courtesy of notice.
@rush99999 bummer, but, thanks for giving notice, at least.
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