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I've just written the worst post i've ever made in an Rp, and i don't know how i could have made it better.
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I've just written the worst post i've ever made in an Rp, and i don't know how i could have made it better.
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Give us the doctor.
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So, umm, who is everyone else waiting for?
I literally finished Lily's path before finding this very RP. Things like that don't really stick in the mind so well as to remember them after time, don't beat yourself up about it.
TimasheTiger said
So I was re-reading through posts, both OOC and IC cause I'm checking to see who's officially dropped out by now and I noticed something in the IC. Juju, I had completely forgotten that you had re-written your intro post and I'm sorry to say this, you're going to have to again, specifically for the classroom bit. Yamaku Academy is an extremely anachronistic school, much more than you described in your post, just to give you all examples, here's what it looks like is is described as.
And yet, should you look at Lily's classroom, next door, there's quite a sharp contrast. Notice the panelling being tiles, not the wood of 3-2. Notice the indent on the ceiling above Hanako's head, which are designed for floursecsent bulbs, not screw-ins. And it's heavily implied to be set up directly for the vision-impaired students, such as Kenji and Lily. It's not that big a stretch to imagine a similar style for a class one year younger dealing with the same problems.
...Do you think he read any of this?
I think people are just making long introductions in order to pad their characters out. I'm sure the post sizes will drop back down to a more reasonable length soon.
Comparing one's deft wit with heavy Edo-period sharpened iron bars is a mistake one is lucky to make twice. True wit bends and strikes like paper, nick by nick while resembling nothing more then mere parchment.
Also, on the subject of tropes that need to die a slow painful death...
Also, on the subject of tropes that need to die a slow painful death...
LovelyAnastasia said
Oh someone who doesn't like Tomo~ This will be fun~
This shall be the worlds second most passive-aggressive war, matched only by the Korean one.
Bring it.
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Zombie apocalyspe survival rp, taking place on an English countryside farm
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Warrior in the Shadows said
I'm interested.But, I fail to see why they have to cull the chickens, when they could just let them be free range, and they could feed themselves.
Chickens eat chicken feed. They're domesticated birds, and can't really survive on their own.
Mariko was first out of the auditorium, but she stayed milling about at the door watching some of the people drift by. She knew where her class was, and hopefully most of her costudents from last year would be in there with her. She hated having to remember new faces, and it was always so hard to distinguish one peach blur from the next. She realized, not for the first time, how short everyone seemed to be. She'd hit another growth spurt this summer, it seems. And all her dresses would be too short again. Mariko brushed a strand of peach blonde hair back behind her ear, and kept watching.
There was someone interesting. She looked too old to be fifteen, maybe a second year? No self-respecting fifteen year old would wear such an outdated piece of decorated carpet, anyway. She moved with the sort of self-righteous, holier-then-thou movements that only the blind or the ruling class had, that certainty that the entire world would conspire to leave things exactly where she wanted them to be. Something inside Mariko, possibly her lower-middle upbringing, detested that kind of person. She got blurrier and blurrier until she was finally just another dot in the white-and-green crowd. Mariko turned her eyes back, glared at a couple more new kids, and slouched off.
Class 2-2 turned out to be big, stately, if a little too sanitary. It reminded her of her numerous trips to the eye doctor. There weren't any open windows, and the flourescents made the light blueish and bright, which made Mariko's (Admittedly stained) uniform look dirty. Not that anyone else in the class cared, of course. Class 2-2 was where they put all the blind kids. And there were quite a few signs of that. No swingy doors on the shelves, so nobody could walk into them. Desks were made with very rounded corners to stop some clumsy sod from stubbing themselves. And the blackboard was shiny, like a beetle's carapace, having never been contaminated with anything as impure as chalk. Her new teacher was there, filing up some books. A few students were milling around and catching each other up on their holidays. And she was there too, that... girl from the auditorium, right in the front row, where she'd hog the good light. It wasn't like she needed it, anyway, the girl was clearly blind as a bat with a tiny little bat-sized blindfold.
Mariko giggled at the resulting mental image, and looked around for a suitable spot. Two places removed from the front would do nicely, being a good compromise between being visible and being hidden from sight. That still left her a good few minutes before the first class would start, still. She pulled out a piece of paper, and began idly folding it into a recognizable shape.
There was someone interesting. She looked too old to be fifteen, maybe a second year? No self-respecting fifteen year old would wear such an outdated piece of decorated carpet, anyway. She moved with the sort of self-righteous, holier-then-thou movements that only the blind or the ruling class had, that certainty that the entire world would conspire to leave things exactly where she wanted them to be. Something inside Mariko, possibly her lower-middle upbringing, detested that kind of person. She got blurrier and blurrier until she was finally just another dot in the white-and-green crowd. Mariko turned her eyes back, glared at a couple more new kids, and slouched off.
Class 2-2 turned out to be big, stately, if a little too sanitary. It reminded her of her numerous trips to the eye doctor. There weren't any open windows, and the flourescents made the light blueish and bright, which made Mariko's (Admittedly stained) uniform look dirty. Not that anyone else in the class cared, of course. Class 2-2 was where they put all the blind kids. And there were quite a few signs of that. No swingy doors on the shelves, so nobody could walk into them. Desks were made with very rounded corners to stop some clumsy sod from stubbing themselves. And the blackboard was shiny, like a beetle's carapace, having never been contaminated with anything as impure as chalk. Her new teacher was there, filing up some books. A few students were milling around and catching each other up on their holidays. And she was there too, that... girl from the auditorium, right in the front row, where she'd hog the good light. It wasn't like she needed it, anyway, the girl was clearly blind as a bat with a tiny little bat-sized blindfold.
Mariko giggled at the resulting mental image, and looked around for a suitable spot. Two places removed from the front would do nicely, being a good compromise between being visible and being hidden from sight. That still left her a good few minutes before the first class would start, still. She pulled out a piece of paper, and began idly folding it into a recognizable shape.
Name: Marshall Taekensworth.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Big, burly, and tanned, Marshall is a man's man through and through.
Role Aboard: Workhand, deckhand, Guy designated to make the dangerous sacrifices.
Tropes filled: The Big Guy, Boistrous Bruiser. Big guy Fatality Syndrome, They killed Kenny again, Drop the hammer, Mighty Glacier.
Personality: Marshall is boisterous, loud, and cheerful. He comes from Upper-middle class origins, but he's lost contact with his family due to shenanigans. He prefers to think of his crew as a family, to whom he's very close. Marshall has motor mouth tendancies, and tends to drown people under speech.
History: ...
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(Bleh, i completely forgot about all this. Sorry about having an incomplete charsheet.)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Big, burly, and tanned, Marshall is a man's man through and through.
Role Aboard: Workhand, deckhand, Guy designated to make the dangerous sacrifices.
Tropes filled: The Big Guy, Boistrous Bruiser. Big guy Fatality Syndrome, They killed Kenny again, Drop the hammer, Mighty Glacier.
Personality: Marshall is boisterous, loud, and cheerful. He comes from Upper-middle class origins, but he's lost contact with his family due to shenanigans. He prefers to think of his crew as a family, to whom he's very close. Marshall has motor mouth tendancies, and tends to drown people under speech.
History: ...
Other notes:
(Bleh, i completely forgot about all this. Sorry about having an incomplete charsheet.)
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