@whizzball1 I... Thank You. That was beautifully written. The alucard bit got me to giggle a little. Those were good times, good times indeed. I really appreciate this, and i hope that one day you'll be able to join with us once again, to continue the story of our characters.
I'd also like to thank you back, as well. You were one of the key members who helped me mold into the RPer that I am today, youve helped me with plotlines, spelling, etc. I couldnt have asked for a better pal.
So, to celebrate Thanksgiving, my third anniversary of joining MR, and MR itself, I wrote a poem about its grand history. It's pretty long, but I'd appreciate it if you all read it--it's for all eight of us, after all. Here's a pdf link: drive.google.com/file/d/0B1nudriDMxTuM..
And I'm also putting it in spoilers here if you want to read it here.
Once upon a time, there was a funny little app Where a boy who loved his creepypastas made a fateful tap On a picture of a strange PINK GIRL of which he was a fan He said some words; the girl replied; and so MR began.
“Which one are you? A fake, or real?” the boy’s persona asked, For DATA STREAM (the asker) hoped he’d found his help at last. Another came then, on the scene, “You have such a beautiful smile,” He said, and then he met them both, and struck up a group worthwhile.
Pinkamena, SPIRIT BLITZ, and Data Stream conversed And learned about each other, and their multiverse, at first For Data had a problem with a faker of his own And needed Pinkie’s help to deal with this unknown clone.
Now, after a number of escapades, Data needed help once more. He went to another’s page and left instructions that the man ignored. Fatefully, however, there was another browsing in that place He, too, went to that page and there he saw the plea that Data made He followed those instructions and arrived with them apace He introduced himself as DARK, and from then on with them he stayed.
Another man was gallivanting in the universe of this group He came upon their signal, and then they brought him in the loop Of the many more dimensions that existed all together And suddenly, he thought that he should find a way to journey In much the same way Data did, to join in their adventure And make his way in this new setting, jumping worlds diversely.
Thus did SVEN, for many days, evolve technology advanced With it, he fought interstellar pirates until once he chanced Upon a man that looked like him, unnamed, but quite his evil twin This man, whom he called Evil Sven, did ravage and destroy his crew He tortured them before Sven’s eyes, and in this way, it seemed he’d win But in a twist of luck or fate, he freed Sven plus one—and the rest, ran through.
Last of all, while on this app, just one more man joined with the rest He too had come upon their transcripts; this normal human was quite impressed Fascinated by their travels, TOXIC DIAMOND grew a thirst For adventures in Existence, so the group did take him in These happy six did jaunt about, explore, and save the multiverse But this is not where it would end—three more would have their journeys begin.
Then, however, in a twist of fate Their communications app updated Unable now to rightly conversate They packed their bags and promptly relocated.
They got a kick from the next app they chose But this was only because it was both Devoid of any actually useful pros And with so many cons, its use they loathed.
Dark linked them to another place he chose A guild whose members played their various roles And as a perfect cover for their “prose” This website found a place within their souls.
Ooh, blue!
There was in this roleplay a problem: No girls thought that it was an option. My name is Surprise And with all my eyes I think girls are really uncommon!
I have two eyes, by the way.
They went on their ventures peacefully And for a long time, in good secrecy For no one did care None were aware Of the truth of Myriad Reality.
But then came along a Torc Madra Who was better aware of the genre SPIRIT was his name The multiverse his game He was happy to join their armada.
His powers were quite elemental Both light and dark—and mental A werewolf by race Energy his ace Despite his big stick, he was gentle.
Another two joined, deceived “Just a story”—they believed Completely perplexed, Their actions but text These from the group were cleaved.
And then there was a demon Who came upon the scene He had an interesting goal-- “I'd rather not be mean.”
That's not quite what he said But it's what he truly meant It took a while for him to change But ALUCARD did repent.
Then something terrible happened Their website suddenly died They had no way to find each other It seemed their end was nigh.
But in some sort of miracle There was just one more place To which they all decided to come: Their info database.
They arrived, all, one by one No longer in a fright They talked amongst themselves and found A temporary site.
A few of them, however Could not quite use the place They could not find a better choice They had lost their ace.
They found no other members Here, none knew the truth Anyone who tried to join Thought their speed uncouth.
One day they found that the site that they prized Was somehow returning with passion Though it did still need to be quite revised Soon it would be fully refashioned
Choosing to wait just a little bit more They readied for one more adventure When they were ready to start their next war They quickly went back, all their members.
They did establish themselves in a pinch And then it was back to their mission Now that their proper transmissions they’d clinched They had a much better condition.
They spent a long while in relative safety Hoping that nothing would ruin their base They soon realised that their hopes were too hasty A great wave of lag did their efforts debase.
One of them offered a site he’d been browsing Another place meant for creative hearts Picking this place as their interim housing Promptly their group was rejected by guards.
Returning back to that old site with dismay The lag plunged them into despair Another chance did this new site convey They picked themselves up while there
The guild resurrected, this time for sure And eagerly they came right back Constant they were, their contact assured Then and now on the right track.
By chance, one more person came alongside Her mind was considerably bright This shapeshifter, NIX, took the truth in stride And added her power to their might.
Thus is the tale of the heroes of all worlds For three and more years they have shined Through all of Existence their efforts unfurled The fate of all beings, they have defined.
You’ve defined my fate, too. Honestly, I don’t know what I would have been without the influence of Myriad Reality and the people within it. Being around you all, exposed to your intelligence and maturity, for so long—that, and only that, rescued me from naiveté and sharpened my mind into what it is now. And, of course, you’re the best friends I’ve ever had. No one tops you guys.
Myriad Reality has been one of the best experiences of my life, and I’m sure it’ll continue to be that way. I wasn’t here for everything, but I still remember more than three years of our history. I remember being part of all that. No, I’m not part of MR right now, but I want to be, and I will be. I want this reality to be as amazing as it can possibly be, because it means so incredibly much to me. You mean so much to me.
If there’s one thing we must never do, it is to abandon Myriad Reality. Remember what we were, what we are, and hold that in your hearts forever. It’s not just another roleplay. It’s our reality. We made it, and it’s our responsibility to keep it.
David, Pinkie, Blitz, Dark, Jacob, Tox, Soul, and Darlit—thank you.
@whizzball1 Hey! And thanks, it takes a lot for me to push back writers block, and I only recently had the ability to post in an at least somewhat consistent manner. That, and I'm working on putting together the last arc of the Shinji saga. Lots of suprises still in store, plot twist galore, its gonna be great.
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