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12 mos ago
Current WE'RE SO BARACK
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2 yrs ago
read Helck
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4 yrs ago
Keeping an RP alive is as much the players' responsibility as it is the GM's.
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4 yrs ago
The most important period in an RP's life is when the responses start to slow after the initial honeymoon phase. This is THE deciding time for whether or not an RP dies.
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5 yrs ago
aviaire is terrible and bad
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HELLO MY NAME IS STONE AND I LOVE FANTASY - ALL SORTS OF IT - ALL MY RPs ARE FANTASY

MY FAVORITE KIND IS TECHNOFANTASY, THOUGH. THE KIND WITH SWORDS AND MAGIC AND GUNS AND MONSTERS AND SCIENCE AND SOMETIMES CARS TOO. YOU CAN DO SO MUCH WITH MODERN TECHNOLOGY IN YOUR FANTASY WORLD

OH I LOVE PALADINS TOO. THERE'S NOTHING COOLER THAN A PARAGON OF JUSTICE AND VIRTUE



LIST OF IDIOTS I LOVE INCLUDING DESCRIPTIONS FUCK YOU AVI

@Aviaire - IDIOT
@Yankee - IDIOT
@Haha - IDIOT

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Thankfully, Sofia didn’t say anything about Maive’s choice of handkerchief. She did, however, gulp in desperate gasp of air as the small underclassman let go, and doubled over briefly.

“Argh
 whew
!” She gasped. “Wow! You’re
 really good at hugging, Maive. Wow. That was
 a lot of hug.”

Sofia led the way towards the trees, the five from the beach in tow. “I’m sorry, guys. That was. Yeah. Okay. A lot’s happening. Sorry for getting you all into
 whatever the hell this is. And sorry about being all bossy. Truth is, I’ve never even been to the beach... I just got really carried away, and I’ve seen a lot of shows about this
 Personally, I really like Lost, but I know that’s an older one, and— oh, Verity! You made a climbing doodad! That’s so good!”

As the group entered the vegetation to grab coconuts, Sofia excused herself in order to climb a nearby fallen trunk and take a look around. As she did so, the observant members of the group noticed something unsettling.

No animal cries. There were seagulls squawking and bugs buzzing just moments before. And yet
 The entire area had gone silent. Even the sound of waves lapping against the shore seemed to fade.

Sofia, who was most certainly not observant, called from her position atop the trunk. “Hey, guys! I think I see a spring over there!” She pointed towards the undergrowth.

Fifth post is up. Post requirements are to get over to Verity + the guys and try to get some coconuts open. There are precisely 8 coconuts.

Sofia's can-do attitude quickly melted the moment Imogen turned her fury onto her.

"I-I ah..." she stammered. "I didn't..."

She backed off, then looked around and saw Victoria and Frankie, looking slightly less shaken than before. She pointed into the trees. "Um, guys, I think I saw the boys find coconuts. Just... head over there, without screaming or anything, haha..."

There was still the matter of Maive and Imogen. Sofia knelt down slightly beside Imogen, head lowered.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I'm just... trying to make sure everyone is okay." She looked over at Maive and touched a hand to her shoulder. "Hey, Maive, it's okay. Um. Let's try not to cry too much, okay? Your body needs those fluids. Maybe a coconut would help...?"
Fourth update is up. No post requirements. Whether your character listens to Sofia is up to you!

Sofia sat up with a gasp, slamming her forehead into Daniel's face and leaving a rather noticeable bruise on her forehead.

"Aaaaaah! Okay! Okay. Everyone remain calm!" She hopped to her feet. This was her time to shine as group leader. How to Win Friends and Influence People said to get people doing something in times of crisis. "First, uh, let's get some water. We can't drink the ocean water, so maybe going inland a bit and looking for a stream would be the right choice. Um. Victor! Veri- oh, she's already... Okay. Victor! Daniel... and, uh, Orlando! Can you go with Verity? Just make sure she doesn't get attacked by... whatever the hell might be out there."

Sofia looked over and saw Frankie and Victoria
 well, they didn’t look too great. And was that Imogen yelling at Maive? She had to step in!

“Hey! Imogen! Let’s, uh, maybe calm down a little, haha! No good to get our emotions all pumped up when we’ve got survival on our minds!” Sofia said in a sickeningly sweet tone. She had no idea what she was inviting onto herself.
Don’t worry about it! Thanks for the honesty!
interested!
Third update is up. No post requirements. You probably don't wanna go swimming, though.



It was an island. A humid, hot, tropical island, complete with seagulls, coconut trees, and a bright, blue ocean to boot. The group had washed up on the sandy beach. They were wearing what they’d fallen in (or in one person’s case, jumped) with, except they were completely dry.

It wasn’t a very large island. One could almost make out the opposite shore through the trees. In fact, it looked almost as if one of those cartoon deserted islands had been placed right in the real world. There was no sign of the cold, grey English shore.

Something was definitely up with the ocean, though. Every time you looked at it, you could feel the start of a headache coming on. And if you were to swim at it for an extended period of time, well
 You felt, in your soul, that it would be a very bad idea.

Sofia screamed and dropped to her knees, then promptly fainted.



Whirls of blue and silver echoed through your mind’s darkness. It was cold, a sort of deep, aching cold, that permeated your bones and made you feel very very small. You didn’t know who you were.

Suddenly, the darkness disappeared, wiped away like raindrops on a windshield. You were flying over an endless sea, though fog surrounded you, restricting your sight. It was still cold.

You passed over something. A small, wooden life raft on the waves. On it was a man, hunched over at a desk, which seemed to be fixed in place, never sliding as the waves tossed the raft about. You couldn’t make out his face, looking down from above. He was dressed in black, and seemed to be examining a small object.

To the man’s right was another man, dressed in blue. He looked rather like a valet. He stood stock-still, just like the desk, never moving or sliding as the raft crested wave after wave.

You stopped flying. You fell towards the ocean, wind whirling past your ears. Just before your head hit the surface, the man in blue turned and made eye contact. He had one brown eye, and one golden one. You’d never thought the color of gold could be described as “icy” before, and yet this man’s golden eye seemed even colder than the ocean floor.

You hit the water, though you didn’t feel wet at all. Instead the darkness returned. The cold remained.

A haze descended upon your thinking
. You felt a warm presence, heating you up like a new winter coat. You felt your hands reaching out, grasping, but unable to hold onto the ethereal feeling.

Who are you? You asked.

I am thou
 The presence replied.

The warmth increased, heating your heart, your soul up, more, more, more and more, until the heat was unbearable. You opened your mouth to scream, but the sound never left your lips.

Rather, you jolted awake to scream, and were instead greeted by a mouthful of sand.

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