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    1. The Scotsman 12 yrs ago

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8 yrs ago
Current 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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8 yrs ago
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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8 yrs ago
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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8 yrs ago
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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8 yrs ago
I always forget how quiet it is here in the British mornings. Timezones are not our friend.
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That eclipse should not have happened. It's almost impossible that it did happen. Someone, somewhere, should have predicted it. These things run like clockwork. But it looks like the clock broke. Everything went wrong when that goddamn clock broke.


As the edge of the moon caressed the halo of the sun, a chill broke across the surface of the earth. Just for a split second, everyone on the planet shivered. Now, if you've never seen a solar eclipse before, you don't notice anything until the moon has nearly covered the entire sun. Remember, the sun is bright. So when the light slowly started disappearing for each sliver of the sun being covered, it was the most exquisite thing ever witnessed by human eyes. It inspired such appreciation in each person that many fell to their knees and wept for the beauty being drained from the world, colour by colour, shade by shade, emotion by emotion. The world as we knew it was being sucked dry, all that was being left was a husk of a husk, a shriveled, decomposed corpse of a 4.5 billion year old body. A shroud fell over the planet, descended from the desolate halls of Heaven, Asgard, Jannah, Shamayim. It blanketed the world in grey. For all you know, you are the only ones left, trapped in your school as your teachers standing at their windows fade from sight, their memories and soul like a lake in a drought, drying up and vanishing. It is then, in the dawn of the quiet, when the first scream of tortured souls and chained hearts pierces through the shroud seeking retribution for past transgressions and unpayed debts against no-one but life itself.




That is my dramatic introduction. Here is my standard introduction:

You are a teenage student in a school. You did not know the eclipse was happening, and so did not witness it. You must rebuild your school so that it may thrive and you may live, looking for a solution to this event, if there is one. You must defend your school from the human enemies and otherwordly alike as they seek to defeat you for many reasons. You must live, lead, learn, survive, and fight.

BEWARE OF STRONG LANGUAGE, STRONG VIOLENCE, STRONG GORE, POSSIBLE ROMANCE (if you so wish it).

The even more standard introduction is that you're character is going to fill a roll within the survivor community to help it remain steady. If you want to be a doctor or medic, be it. Everyone needs a roll to help the community survive, and you're going to have to balance the defence of your school, your job, and your life with the other students. I have kept things purposefully vague to kind of put you in your characters shoes. You still know more than they do, but you don't know very much at all.



A link to the Interest Check. Please have a brief glance at my OP in that.

I don't know if I should also tag this under 'Fantasy' or 'Apocalypse' either, so let me know.

Before I get onto the CS template, I just want to set out some rules. I know, I'm such a dick.

Rules
1. You must be reasonably literate. I try to interact with poorly written posts as much as I can when I'm in a story because it breaks my flow of understanding and visualisation (my immersion, essentially), and this story isn't just for you, but others who may want to jump in and read it. Help their immersion too.
2. Don't be a dickhead. Don't godmode, don't metagame, don't start shit in the OOC. Two strikes and you're out.
3. Any questions, comments, suggestions, (nice) criticisms, drop them here or PM me and I will try to accommodate you as much as possible.
4. Happy hunting!

CS Template
Name:
Age:
Appearance (real images only):
Year of Education:
Favourite Subject:
Personality (optional):
Background (optional):
Significant Relationships with any other Characters:
Other:

The personality and background are optional because I find that restricting my character to those paragraphs in the CS can really limit how some people would normally react in that situation. You can do it if you want, I enjoy reading them, it's just that I won't be putting too much into them. CS' are more of a formality than anything else in my opinion, but if you are more comfortable doing a large CS then by all means go ahead.

Hope to hear from you guys soon.
As an matter of fact I actually didn't recieve that notification >.>
Anyways, I'm waiting for everyone else to post, before Alex's little back dealings shall start~!


Huh, RPGuild must be going fuckity. Ah okay, no worries! Thought I'd let people know anyway.
TOCK.
@Inertia

Kimiyosis, Rare, and LPFan.
Whew, post is finally up! I took the liberty of dividing the group up into the two cars until we meet, hope nobody minds. Also, I apologize in advance for the (potentially) annoying attention I'm going to give to cars throughout the RP. I fucking love cars, and I fucking love driving.

On a side note, relationships and posts are awesome! Looking forward to the rest of them.


Nah, good way to get us moving quickly. I really wouldn't worry about it, I personally find it incredibly refreshing when there's someone who is writing about something they are knowledgeable in and passionate about. Great post dude, I loved it.
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More like I'm pondering over a heist/contract from a different person, with the target being Alex at some point :3!
But he has talked to them. Through phone, or mail, or any way except directly :P


Ah right, sorry. Well, Jangel, listen to the person themself, not me. I'm talking shit.
@Kimiyosiswasn't sure cause I thought Alex was like their man in the shadows giving us jobs I didn't know if e actually Met


He is the man in the shadows, but as I think he's a character in the story we're writing a relationship for him. Not that there's much to write about so far, but I presume we'll be meeting Alex soon.
That is me, finally with that damned IC post up. It's not as good as I would have liked, but I'm hoping it turns out so much better once there're people I can talk to. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy it!
Piss off. I'm still drunk.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and this soggy bitch is kicking me in the chest. I reach over and fling her leg away, but it comes pinging back and hits me. "Fuck off, hen!" I yell at her through the curtain of hair protecting her from the outside world. She mutters and thrashes the covers around creating a messy Thunderdome of sex. Sex, I enjoy, this girl taking up my fucking bed, I do not. She sits up and shouts something at me which I drown out by shouting back at her. Cheeky slag, I think to myself. She crawls out of bed and by the time I get back from the bathroom she's dragged her shite out of my hotel room.

It's a mediocre hotel, a nice enough place that does what it has to. Cooks me breakfast, dinner, cleans the shite stains off the tub. Everything it has to. I put on a suit I got from some high-end highstreet retailer and headed to the elevator. A middle-aged woman with her acne-scarred makeup-caked puss stood like a board waiting for it to arrive. I hunched against the wall, head bowed in defeat of the mighty vodka, hands massaging temples and covering eyes. The stiff bitch cocked her head at me, smug look on her canvas. "Rough night?" she asked. "Shut your cakehole you scabby whoor," I softly reply, the same smug look playing satirically on my face. She looks at me with a look of horror, pure, complete, unfiltered horror. How dare someone speak to such an elegant woman in such a fashion? I burped and blew it in her direction. "I'll piss in your cornflakes hun, I am not in the mood to deal with your clenched-arse style today." She walks away from me and the elevator to the staircase with as much dignity as she can muster when her trembling lip makes her look like a kid who didn't get a cheese string in their lunchbox.

The walk along the drizzly streets of Chicago were the best he had felt all day so far. The sky was grey, the people were timid, and the birds had shut the fuck up. It was a grim day, if anything were to describe it. I thrived in this atmosphere, and strolled down the centre of the pavement, cleaving through the crowds like Moses and the Red Sea. My sunglasses block me from glaring at an old lady who didn't shift her arse out of my way quick enough, so I bawled her out instead. "Move, saggy tits. I am an important man, with important places to be. Do not let me be stopped by your shitty knees!" I hysterically yell, the old lady with a look of nothing more than surprise on her aged face. She could be my gran, I like her. I feed off of the disgust and contempt of others. It loosens my clinching migraine so that I can now see clearly what is around me. I imagine pulling out a light machine gun and just letting loose, the whole scene plying out in slow motion with frequent slow motion shots of my angered face, spittle flying like shrapnel and empty shells being ejected out, the muzzle flash creating strobe lights. Then after that the camera would follow me as I step over a mountain of bodies, the blood slick in my hair like grease and the footsteps making splashing noises as they landed in puddles of blood. I sadly awake from my daydream when a dog barked and I nearly kicked the little bugger too when I noticed that it was actually a very pretty dog, so I didn't.

As I turned the corner I could see the ever handsome Juan walking down the road. Their beloved leader. The charming, beautiful face of this intrepid crime squad. I stopped just in front of Juan. "Morning Juan. Lovely day, isn't it?"
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