Eddie Swiss said
Awesome, then I'm down.
Good stuff.
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I love those times when you've got a few really good, high-potential stories in the making and all you wanna do is write. It's like all my stars have aligned.
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I love those times when you've got a few really good, high-potential stories in the making and all you wanna do is write. It's like all my stars have aligned.
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I also feel like the idea that there is now a hypothesised generational divide between people who used to 'RP' on IM and people who write good content on forums is pathetic. Why start this crap?
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You could also have long-form stories over text, however complaining about long-form, detailed posts (as this began as), seems both ludicrous and worthy of IM.
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Sometime it's less about writing some shitty slice-of-life RP in IM, and more about creating a coherent and valued story among like-minded people. Something you'd need an actual platform for.
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I always forget how quiet it is here in the British mornings. Timezones are not our friend.
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Good stuff.
Think of this as more of a on-the-go learning process then. Google it, read a Wiki, ask any specific questions you have. Thankfully there are a lot of materials regarding the vikings.
Sleep escaped him like the dragon from a heroin addict. Jojo stared through the thin tent sheeting to the thick black custard in the sky which engulfed everything and everyone. The tent wasn't much farther than ten or so feet from the nicely-sized campfire (ridiculously close, he thought in hindsight), so everyone's discussion could be heard quite easily. Sob stories and identities were shared, exactly what Jojo would rather not do. 'Hi! I'm Joe Stark! First name of a New York guido, surname of fictional heroes, nickname of a circus monkey. An infamous prankster with no real friends and only one drunken kiss under my belt, I thrive on the chaos and panic of others with little respect amongst the general population of Midcreek. But who cares? I'm in these beautiful woods with some of my greatest unknown friends, and my only thought is who here would be willing to bang me. Let me make a rough calculation; 0 times 0 would be, roughly, 0. That's not a bad number, if I would say so.'
That thought almost made him cry. But Jojo felt like he was done with crying. The soot irritated his eyes and the racking sobs aggravated his burned throat. No more crying. There was no need. So he sat up and turned to the right, listening to Maxxy whimper in her sleep. He slowly squeezed out of her motherly embrace and stroked behind her ears. Another whimper escaped her. Jojo unzipped the tent and slipped out. The campfire sat only a short distance away, but anything outside the ring of warm bodies were hidden by a curtain of absence, everything outwith it was void. He stood waiting and watching for a moment, how each of them sat and gazed at each other and the fire. A bristling fur rubbed against Jojo's leg. Mother Maxxy was awake. Jojo lightly walked into the ring and seated himself in the largest gap, his dog beside him with her head on his lap. He wasn't going to say anything, not yet, This was a heartfelt moment, and the only thing suitable enough to shout out in a heartfelt moment was 'penis!', but that thought didn't appeal to him.
He stroked Maxxy's head, long and heavily. Hannibal looked bored. Not bored, in fact. Jojo wasn't a master of people-watching, but it appeared as if he was judging everyone. Red Fox was definitely judging people. Everyone else thought she was still listening, but a short break from it all allowed Jojo the power of meta-thinking. Rattata wanted a friend in similar circumstances as her. No dice, with only Leon being present. He was quiet and weak and malleable, which was maybe why Red Fox was looking at him like he was a human-sized burrito. Captain Nixon was spewing his heart out. He should be wanting to shut the fuck up soon. Do your praying in your own spare time, heathen. Only one god ruled, and that was Loki, god of trickery. Lillah was basically in the same boat as Jojo, far as he could tell. Maybe he would have a friend in here. Hit Girl talked to much, and said too little. That would become annoying. Spark didn't seem bad. He didn't talk much and gave only what everyone needed to know at present.
Red Fox spoke up. "I'll have to agree about the movie thing. On The Waterfront is by my favourite. 'You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.' Call me crazy, but that rings a few bells for me. But I think the best of the Brat Pack films was Ferris Bueller's Day Off. 'Cause, let's face it, St. Elmo's Fire sucked more dick than a New Orleans prostitute," Jojo replied. He was a big movie fan, but sometimes got a little too carried away with his thoughts. He often forgot to recognise that other people had feelings.
That thought almost made him cry. But Jojo felt like he was done with crying. The soot irritated his eyes and the racking sobs aggravated his burned throat. No more crying. There was no need. So he sat up and turned to the right, listening to Maxxy whimper in her sleep. He slowly squeezed out of her motherly embrace and stroked behind her ears. Another whimper escaped her. Jojo unzipped the tent and slipped out. The campfire sat only a short distance away, but anything outside the ring of warm bodies were hidden by a curtain of absence, everything outwith it was void. He stood waiting and watching for a moment, how each of them sat and gazed at each other and the fire. A bristling fur rubbed against Jojo's leg. Mother Maxxy was awake. Jojo lightly walked into the ring and seated himself in the largest gap, his dog beside him with her head on his lap. He wasn't going to say anything, not yet, This was a heartfelt moment, and the only thing suitable enough to shout out in a heartfelt moment was 'penis!', but that thought didn't appeal to him.
He stroked Maxxy's head, long and heavily. Hannibal looked bored. Not bored, in fact. Jojo wasn't a master of people-watching, but it appeared as if he was judging everyone. Red Fox was definitely judging people. Everyone else thought she was still listening, but a short break from it all allowed Jojo the power of meta-thinking. Rattata wanted a friend in similar circumstances as her. No dice, with only Leon being present. He was quiet and weak and malleable, which was maybe why Red Fox was looking at him like he was a human-sized burrito. Captain Nixon was spewing his heart out. He should be wanting to shut the fuck up soon. Do your praying in your own spare time, heathen. Only one god ruled, and that was Loki, god of trickery. Lillah was basically in the same boat as Jojo, far as he could tell. Maybe he would have a friend in here. Hit Girl talked to much, and said too little. That would become annoying. Spark didn't seem bad. He didn't talk much and gave only what everyone needed to know at present.
Red Fox spoke up. "I'll have to agree about the movie thing. On The Waterfront is by my favourite. 'You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.' Call me crazy, but that rings a few bells for me. But I think the best of the Brat Pack films was Ferris Bueller's Day Off. 'Cause, let's face it, St. Elmo's Fire sucked more dick than a New Orleans prostitute," Jojo replied. He was a big movie fan, but sometimes got a little too carried away with his thoughts. He often forgot to recognise that other people had feelings.
Good stuff! Vikings has to be one of the most interesting races (for lack of a better word) ever. Their mythology is simply incredible. I'm glad you're interested though.
HellGirl13 said
Oh crap! I think I am. Thanks for catching that. Now I feel stupid. Anyway, thanks for letting me know. I'll go fix that right quick.
No problem, I was just wondering what was happening.
MST3K 4ever said
Since we're not exactly sure when we'll be wrapping up around the fire...I'd bring him back. That's just me though...do what feels right for your character.
Alright, cool. I'll try and get up a post today at some point, not like I'm doing anything important anyway. Thanks.
If anyone has seen the history Channel show Vikings, you'll know how gosh-darned badass that entire affair is. So badass, in fact, I'd like to make an RP about it. Fictional characters in a non-fiction timeline (similar to Sharpe), I'd like to have a story about a group of marauders travelling to France, Britain, Germany etc and the battles and lives they lived. I'm going to need at least a basic knowledge of the vikings, and a decent grasp of punctuation and grammar. Strong violence and gore, and possibly sexual references (I can't stop my warband from taking their rightful winnings, can I?).
So what do you guys think?
So what do you guys think?
Hey, uh, HellGirl? I think you may be getting Michael and Leon mixed up. Leon's the de facto leader as of right now, but you may be thinking something else, so I just thought i'd make you aware. Sorry.
Guys, should I bring my character back in or just wait until everyone else has fallen asleep? Sorry, I just feel like much more is happening at the campfire.
Guys, should I bring my character back in or just wait until everyone else has fallen asleep? Sorry, I just feel like much more is happening at the campfire.
Also, just as a quick note, I won't be posting in the IC for another little while. I've kinda threw my character a little ahead unfortunately, so I'll just wait until everyone is at my stage. Sorry about that. I'll still keep an eye on everything though, it's enjoying just seeing everything play out.
Apokalipse said
Wtf are you guys on and can I have some?
Smoking too much of that dank H2O.
Kidd said
I hate leaving people behind but I think I gotta agree. If we wait too long, we'll lose interest and that would suck.
As much as I agree with you, let me just throw this point out; what is she really gonna miss at this point? Not very much, I'll bet, but I understand where you're coming from.
Nevermind said
Posting now. Not kicking Cyra out or anything, but I'm not going to have the RP suffer, so we're moving on.
Good stuff!
MST3K 4ever said
(And the opening notes of the "Star Trek" theme sound off)...I've seen a lot of good RPs die off by waiting too long. This one has SO much potential...we can work Cyra in somehow (we're creative that way) but it's time to move forward.
Space. The Final Frontier. That's exactly what I'm proposing. We don't need to kill her off, just sit her on the bench until she returns. I'm actually thoroughly enjoying this one so far, I'd hate to see it die.
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