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Writer's Guild / A Sticky Situation
« on: November 03, 2013, 11:53:46 PM »
   The morning is dim, silent, and mildly warm. In a suburban neighborhood, populated mostly by elderly or childless couples, an alarm buzzes out. A gray-furred arm reaches out and turns off the alarm in nearly an instant, retracting back under three or four layers of comforters and another two layers of sheets before a similarly-colored fox catapults upright.

   “Eight fifteen, wake up from a warm, restful nap. Eight sixteen, go over mental schedule for the day out loud. Remind self that this is perfectly reasonable and that the blasted psychiatrist had no idea what she was talking abou-”

   A whimper sounds out from the side of the bed. A gray- and silver-furred shepherd.

   “Eight seventeen, hug Terra.” The fox scoots over to the side of the bed and wraps his arms around the canine, the dog thumping her tail against the wooden bed stand for the duration of the embrace. She is released from the vulpine’s affectionate grip moments later, happily trotting out of the room to await her scheduled breakfast. “Eight nineteen-“

   “-Be interrupted by your better fourth.” A feminine snicker rings out from the doorway.

   The fox upon the bed looks over to woman, seeing a nearly-identical gray fox, with the primary differences of a slimmer figure, a pair of breasts, and what seems to be a bathrobe covering both. “Oh, Lucile, I thought I asked you to be here closer to ten forty-five?”

   “Sorry, Virmir, woke up sooner than I anticipated, got bored, came here early, and ate some of your food.” She reaches into his closet and tosses him a cape as he stands upright. “What’s it this time? Single-pose, or did somebody spring for a comic?”

   Virmir catches the cape and latches it around his neck in a single, swift movement. “The latter, three pages at that, so it might take a few days.” He hears a groan from the other, rolling his eyes in response. “Since you’re here early, we can get started once I’m done eating.” The two foxes stroll into the kitchen, Virmir stopping at a cabinet to fetch food for his excited dog, filling her bowl to precisely two-thirds full and giving her an equal amount of fresh water. Crossing another item off of his mental schedule, he goes to prepare himself breakfast while Lucile attempts to occupy herself with idly conversation.

   “So, what exactly is this comic about?” She inquires.

   “Something about you being turned into a dragon and going on a rampage with… toast…”

   “With Toast?”

   “Oh, no, with Medik. I’m trying to find the Toast… ah, there it is. I think Toast makes a cameo, but nothing major. I think there’s a fight scene with Featherfall, but I’ll need to reread it… honey… honey… where’s the honey?” Virmir rummages through the shelves as best he can upon a small step ladder. “I know I have enough left for three more pieces of Toast.”

   Lucile finishes putting a spoonful of honey in her mouth. “Um…” She quickly tosses the empty container into the trash. “Maybe Terra got into it last time you put it out? Anyways, plain toast is fine.”

   “…Plain toast is fine?” Virmir’s eye twitches as he jumps off the step ladder, walking towards the female fox. “You don’t understand! Today is honeyed toast day! If I don’t eat honeyed toast, then I’ll have to eat another breakfast food, which means next time I have it I won’t like it as much, which means I’ll take longer to eat it and won’t be as satisfied, which means that I won’t be as productive until lunch! This is dire! I won’t- no- I can’t have breakfast until I get some honey for my toast!” He pants, inches from her face, as his tirade ends.

   Lucile backs away from the clearly unhinged fox. “Riiight then… How about this, we go out and get some honey from… the…”

   Virmir raises an eyebrow. “…From the what? The store? I mean, I guess we’ll have to drive, but it’s preferable to-“

   Lucile smiles awkwardly. “Heh… well… you see… its Labor Day.” The other fox takes on a devastated expression, and Lucile’s eye go bright and he smile wide as she remembers something. “Oh! But there’s another way for you to get some honey!” Without waiting another moment, she grabs Virmir’s arm and yanks him out the back door and into the conspicuously thick forest behind his house.

   “Gah! Hey! Let me-! Stop pulling-! Where are you taking-” Just then, the two find themselves in a clearing, staring at a monumental bee hive. “…Oh, I suppose that works. But how do we get in without them noticing us?”

   Lucile ponders for a moment, before letting out an, “Ah!” and pulling a paint brush from behind her back, complete with buckets of yellow and black paint.

   Virmir briefly ponders relying on paint to fool creatures that, if he remembers correctly, barely even identify each other by sight, and the likely death he’d suffer if they found out… but… unproductivity is significantly worse than any such fate. After all, he’d be fine after the next scene change, anyways. “Fine, let’s get on with it.”
   
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   “Do you see anything?”

   “Aside from the hundreds of bees flying in and out of the hive above us? Not a thing.” Virmir grumbles, trying to avoid rubbing at the paint and smudging it. “Why’d I have to leave my cape behind? I bet some raccoon or cat or mustelid took it by now.” He starts walking in, the female fox following closely after him.

   Lucile shoots a glare at Virmir, her robe equally as discarded as Virmir’s cape. “Do you know how hard that paint is to get out of cloth? Besides, at least you’re just as naked as befo-”

   The vaguely-masculine fox turns around with a grand frown, shouting at the top of his lungs, “WEARING FUR; NOT NAKED!”

   “Fur? Don’t you mean fuzz?” An odd, droning voice inquires from behind Virmir, Lucile looking above the fox with a startled expression.

   Virmir turns back around and face a massive worker bee, one at least two meters tall at the shoulder, its head tilted as it tries to identify the intruders. “Ah- erm- yes! Fuzz! It must have slipped my mind! Well, we’d best get going, pollenating and eating nectar and vomiting it back up into hexagons and such, isn’t that right Lucile?” Turning around once again, Virmir finds the space the female fox once occupied entirely vacant. “…L-Lucile?”

   “You know, now that I look at you closer, you’re not very bee-y are you? I mean, I don’t even see any wings!” Virmir gulps. “Clearly, the nurses did a terrible job feeding you!”

   Virmir laughs awkwardly. “Heh, yeah, heh, that must be it. Obviously didn’t eat enough honey growing up. Ah well, we make do with what we have and I have to leave here right now so-“

   “Oh, don’t worry, we can fix that right now!” The bee chimes in happily, grabbing Virmir around the waist with its front arms.

   “GAH, f-f-fix!?” He sputters, distressed, before flailing as much as his weak body could.

   The oblivious bee carries the squirming fox further in, speaking in a chipper tone. “Certainly! I mean, it’s relatively experimental, and the past few bees were disfigured beyond recognition, but there’s a first time for everything!”

   “No, you don’t understand! I’m not a bee at all! I’m a blasted fox!”

   The worker bee giggles. “Oh, that’s a good one. Since when did foxes come in yellow, huh? Tell me that!”

   Virmir was stunned, either by how hopeless his chances for escape were or by how stupendously stupid this bee was. Clearly, growing didn’t help its brain function very much.

   “We’re here!” Virmir examines his surrounding, finding himself in a chamber consisting of a pool of glistening, golden honey and several fleshy tubes dangling from the ceiling.

   “What exactly are you going to- GAH!” The painted fox is cut off from his question by being casually throwing into the honey. As the fox breaks the surface, of the sticky substance, he finds himself entirely immobilized in it. “Hey, what go- MMMPH!” Yet again, the fox’s question is cut off, this time by one of the fleshy tubes being shoved into his maw.

   “Now calm down, this will all be over soon.” The bee lightly pats Virmir as the tube begins pumping honey into him, only distressing him further. “This special honey will correct any biological and mental defects you might have.” As if on cue, a two pairs of wings burst out of Virmir’s back, the fur around it hardening into a carapace and slowly spreading across his back.

   “MMMPH!” The vulpine shouts out, trying, fruitlessly, to squirm his way free as the sweet fluid is slowly pumped into him.

   “Oh, don’t bother fighting, that honey is extra sticky, and you should be feeling the other honey’s effects on your mind quite soon.” The bee grins- can bees grin? One wouldn’t think they had the requisite facial muscles- as the fox’s eyelids grow heavy as his struggling ceases and the carapace covers his entire torso, spreading over the exposed portions of his arms and causing a second pair to press out from half-way down his chest. “Yes, you can feel it, can’t you? The love you have for the Queen? How you want to be a loyal worker bee? How much being a productive little bee makes you happy?” Virmir nods, his head losing the visage of a fox and shifting to that of a bee, the only tell-tale signs of who he is being the third, small antennae adorned on his forehead.

   Virmir smiles to himself as he realizes who he truly loves more than anything else in the world, and how much he can’t wait to begin working…

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The morning is dim, silent, and mildly warm. In a suburban neighborhood, populated mostly by elderly or childless couples, an alarm buzzes out. A gray-and-yellow fuzzed arm reaches out and turns off the alarm in nearly an instant, retracting back under three or four layers of comforters and another two layers of sheets before a similarly-colored bee catapults upright.

   “Eight fifteen, wake up from a warm, restful nap.”

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Random Topics / Motherboard Help
« on: June 18, 2013, 12:37:21 PM »
My motherboard's busted, and I need confirmation that the one I was directed to (by Tvorsk) is the correct one.

http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=13-157-309&SortField=0&SummaryType=0&Pagesize=10&PurchaseMark=false&SelectedRating=-1&VideoOnlyMark=False&VendorMark=&IsFeedbackTab=true&Keywords=%28keywords%29&Page=2

My PC is an Inspiron 530, and I'd like to have it fixed when I get home this Thursday. If anybody can confirm that the motherboard will work, that would be greatly appreciately. If it doesn't, then I'd like to be directed to one that does. If any additional information is needed, check the chat logs from the 13th or the 14th of this month.

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Writer's Guild / A Winter's Storm
« on: January 03, 2013, 06:15:37 PM »
Alright, normally I don't post my stories because they tend to be rather personal and/or embarrassing, but I felt the need to post this one up here.

A Winter's Storm

Scene: A recently engaged couple, Jonathan Brown and Sarah Keis, are driving through a road in Norway in winter, when a snowstorm picked up rather suddenly while the two were taking a shortcut off the highway. Unable to see properly, John wrecks their truck, though it was minor enough that neither were injured. John steps out of the car and checks under the hood to figure out what the damage is, before slamming it shut and climbing back into the truck.

John: (Furious) Dammit, the engine totaled, and the battery looks busted too.

Sarah: (Solemnly) I can't get a connection out here either. Heh, strange, you see this    happen so much on TV and movies you never really believe it might actually...

John: Don't worry, we just need to get onto the highway, and somebody will pick us up. We'll just ask to use their phone and call a pick-up truck. (Scoffs) Some vacation this turned out to be.

Sarah: (Amused) I told you buying the rental insurance was a good move. They'll take care of all of the costs and get us a new one, and then we'll just go on like nothing happened. After all, what's one day?

John: (Defeated) I suppose you're right. Besides, as long as we're together, we'll be fine. (Kisses her on the cheek) Now, come on, grab your coat. The heater's dead, so we'll freeze our bums off waiting in here.

The two start trekking through the forest, attempting go back the way they came and find the highway. However, the two find themselves lost in the flurry of snow and wind.

Sarah: (Shivering) God damn it, where is that highway? If the snow didn't cover our tracks, we would have found it in ten minutes, and it's nearly been half an hour.

John: (Stoic) If we keep heading in one direction, we're bound to stumble on something. We just have to keep calm and make sure we don't let ourselves get turned around. How are you holding up?

Sarah: (Forces a smile) I'm okay, though I'd like to crawl into a nice warm bed and just go to sleep. (Amused) I must have gotten resistant to the cold or something, it was starting to hurt my hands and feet something awful, but I can barely notice it now.

The two pause. John looks back at Sarah, panicked.

Sarah: (Visibly worried) ...John? What's happening?

John: (Consoling, but obviously scared) You're going to be fine, but we can't stay in this cold any longer. (Looks around frantically) There, you see that? There's a burrow in that tree.

John digs the snow out of the abandoned burrow.

John: (Relieved) Good, it's more than big enough for the two of us. Step in, dear.

Sarah crawls into the burrow, and John follows after.

John: (Feigning confidence) Hey, watch this, I learned it on one of those survival shows  you hate you much. (John piles snow over the entrance of the burrow) See? It'll protect us from the wind, and keep any snow from sliding in. We'll just rest here until the storm blows over, and then everything will be alright, I promise.

Sarah: (Weakly) Thank-you, dear. I won't complain whenever you tape over my stories, anymore, I promise.

The two huddle together for warmth.

John: (Comfortingly) Trust me, when this is all over, I'll buy you every season of all those shows you like, and I'll even watch them with you without saying a word!

Sarah: (Weakly) And you won't groan when we get to the plot twists everybody knew were coming?

John: (Comfortingly) You won't hear a single noise from me.

Sarah: (Weakly, but happily) I'd like that.

The two drift into sleep, holding one another in their arms. The scene fades out, and fades in to a news studio two days later, where a reporter is giving the latest news.

Reporter: ...And piling on the tragic losses we've all suffered from the sudden storm this week, two people, a man and a woman, were discovered in the forest, frozen. They have been identified as John Brown and Sarah Keis, and were here on vacation. As we reported yesterday, their truck was found, crashed, ten meters from the 480 Highway. The coroner said that, because they had taken refuge in an old tree trunk, they had passed in their sleep, painlessly. Additionally, three hunters were found...

The scene fades out.

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Game Room / Burning Seas - A Naval Pathfinder Campaign
« on: August 13, 2012, 11:43:22 AM »
Huh?

A few people already know about this, since I poked around for interest about a week ago, but I will be DMing a Pathfinder Campaign sometime in the future, (likely several months away,) based around nautical adventures.


What This Involves

*Ship-to-ship combat.
*Ship raiding
*Player-driven plot
*Exploring foreign islands
*Conspiracies
*Fame/Infamy


What This Uses

The campaign will be running on Pathfinder, an offshoot of 3.5e that cleans up a lot of its problems and expands on what you can do with it. Everything you need can be found at http://www.d20pfsrd.com/ Conditions and restrictions regarding class and race can be found in the attached document.

Additionally, you will require a Skype account and a mic so that metagaming and off-topic conversations don't get in the way.


How To Join

Message me through the forum, Skype, Steam, G-Mail, snail mail, smoke signals, or ritualistic sacrifices. I would like to have ten players, but don't be discouraged if you see that there are already that many. If and when you are given the okay, the player list will be updated to include your name.


Player List
-Creator_Unreal - Selene Voidblade - Human Sorcerer (Void-Touched) (See Attachments)
-Delta - Hasarr Nightdown - Tengu Poisoner (Rogue)
-DessertFox - Hobgoblin Cavalier
-Digital_Vulpine - 'Smith' - Kitsune Buccaneer (Gunslinger)
-Draykin - Vsaashi - Merfolk Sea Reaver (Barbarian)
-Jonas - Sennel Wright - Human Paladin
-Kenku - Arthur Lighpaw - Ratfolk Grenadier (Alchemist)
-LoCk - Catfolk Buccaneer (Bard)
-Medik_Jackal - Bram Thomas Edwards - Dhampir Hemomancer (Wizard)
-Mr. Marker - Gawg - Goblin Barbarian
-Selden - Garren - Catfolk Pirate (Rogue)
-Trask - Tinir Dreavar - Kitsune Sea Singer (Bard)

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I suggest watching http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zb74QqLfdxw first if you've the time to spare or want to be greatly entertained for ten minutes shy of five hours.

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Random Insanity / [Poll]
« on: April 11, 2011, 05:23:19 PM »
[Bias statement]

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Random Topics / International Kai Day - Sign Ups!
« on: November 28, 2010, 09:50:33 AM »
Next Saturday, on the 4th of December, is now officially International Kai Day! The objective of this day is to... be outright silly, actually, so here are some starting rules for all participants!

1. Whenever you enter the chat, you must greet everyfuzzy who greets you in the next five minutes.
2. Whenever you're doing something, change you nickname to (Fuzzy)|(Action) (filled out, of course)
3. Every twenty minutes, if nofuzzy else has asked it in the past ten minutes, ask "What'cha up to fuzzies?" or some variant there of. Poking is optional.
4. Randomly say "Mewmew!" (or some varient there of) regardless of the current topic. If somefuzzy else says it, you must respond back with the same or some there of.
5. If DessertFox/TeaFox enters the chat, everyfuzzy must nuzzle him.

Please post if you acknowledge these rules and will follow them on the 4th of December.

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Writer's Guild / Tales of The Stone-Woods
« on: September 12, 2010, 10:40:45 PM »
My first 'real' story that doing, I'll be posting it chapter by chapter and editing it based of critique. To start off this train wreck, crappy two paged prologue!

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Writer's Guild / Breaking Boundries
« on: November 28, 2009, 10:02:01 PM »
This is a Choose Your Own Adventure type story. I'll describe the scenario, give a list of responses, and let 3-5 people choose something. The most popular vote wins, unless it's something I'm uncomfortable with writing about, though that'll be difficult to find whilst staying within the sites PG rating. Remember that if you want to vote for somebody who chose 'Other', simply quote them and your vote will be tallied. Shall we begin?

You wake up with a blistering headache. All you can see in front of you are blurs and you can't hear anything, save for strange, inaudible voices in your head. You struggle to your feet and try to focus you vision. What do you see?

A. A medieval inn room, neither of high nor poor quality
B. A room riddled with sports posters and baseball cards
C. A prison cell
D. A medieval, round room with a single window and strange vials sitting on shelves
E. A high-tech laboratory, with you on the test table
F. A cave in which it's impossible to see more than two feet in front of your face
G. Other (Describe it)

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Writer's Guild / 3 Hour Story
« on: November 19, 2009, 09:10:04 PM »
It's a story I did in three hours, counting distractions. LOWER YOUR STANDARDS NOA!!!

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Brand New World

   I woke with a start, hearing a gunshot. Moments later, there was a flash of light and I was thrown against the eastern wall of the small crowded room I was being held in. The western wall was completely gone, it's shattered planks lying scattered around the room. "Ugh." I moan, moving my limbs so as to test which were damaged. Noting that I had nothing over a severe back ache, I inspected my bare body. My white fur was a dirty tan, though it was like that prior to the blast, and I had a few spots of blood running down my right arm and forehead. Miraculously, I had taken no serious wounds, but the shock prevented me from rationalizing this thought process for a good minute. I rose to my feet and stumbled, trying to see if anybody either of the other two people were still alive inside the room. I could hear two moaning noises and turned my attention to them. One of them was my bunkmate, a short, male grey fox, the other was a newcomer who I'd yet to learn the name of, but had earlier been able to identify as a female iguana. I gasped as my eyes passed over her body, seeing it damaged beyond  recognition, and missing the left facing limbs. I turned my eyes to the fox, seeing him cringe in pain. I quickly rushed over to him a inspected him for wounds. Finding none, I sighed with relief and questioned him. "Are you okay? Can you walk?"
   The fox stood, using the wall as support. "I... I think I'm okay, just a few bruises, hehe- ow..." The fox cringed and I rushed to his aid. "R-really, I'll be fine. I'll just stay here for a minute..." The fox's tongue fell out of his muzzle, and he began panting heavily. "Could I ask something of you? Go out there and see what's going on... I have a feeling that this wasn't the master's doing..." The fox slid back down onto the floor.
   I placed a dirty white paw on the remains of the wall and climbed over it, looking upon the dust covered plantation in which I slaved every day on. Something was wrong... after an explosion like that, one of the humans should have came to inspect it... and likely rid of us for allowing it to happen, but they didn't. None of them were even in sight. I looked around frantically, then noticed a crackling noise. I made my way around the structure in which I was kept, and stared in awe at what I saw. "The... the mansion... it's burning!" The master's mansion was indeed on fire, and likely every human who resided in it. "Who- what could have done this!?" The answer came from behind my range of vision, in the form a thick Russian accent.
   "We did comrade. We have freed you, and now our kind is no longer slaves to those naked apes. Tell me, do you know the location of any survivors?"
   I turned with a start, seeing a black furred wolf wearing a Russian officer's outfit. Behind him were dozens of similarly colored wolves, wearing lower ranking outfits. "What!? What's going on!?" The dust had settled by now, and I could now see the rest of the slaves around a large campfire for warmth, along with the Russian soldiers checking bodies to see if they were alive or dead, applying first aid to the slaves, and dealing with the humans appropriately.
   The officer gave me a queer look. "Do you not know, my fine feline friend?" The wolf placed a paw on my shoulder. "I'll tell you, but first you must tell my something. Do you know the location of any survivors?"
   I hesitated for a minute, then shook my head. "Y-yes, there's a fox in-"
   "Take me to him comrade, we must gather our kind as fast as possible, to avoid ambush." The wolf stated bluntly.
   I led him to the structure I was forced to reside in, showing him my bunkmate, and averting my gaze from the iguana. I watched as he reached down and assisted the fox in standing, then shouted out to his soldiers.
   "Men! See what clothing you can salvage from those barbarians. There should be no reason why our fellow men and women aren't even given a shred of decency." The officer shouted as I followed him to the campfire. After lying the fox down next to a log, he turned his attention to the ex-slaves. "So, how many of you know why we're here?" Silence. "Let me tell you a tale. A tale of subjection, prejudice, and cruelty..."

   A wolf walked intently through the forest, wearing only a loincloth, and falling on all fours so as to avoid being seen. He catches the scent of something he's never smelt before, and looks around frantically. Then, a booming noise cracks through the air. Two white men walk to the wolf, who's leg was now bleeding. The older of the two spoke first. "Man, we either found a new slave, or this is one smart wolf." The wolf didn't understand their language, and the humans began communicating to it through drawings. They told it to return to it's people, and the pain in it's side would disappear. The wolf returned to his people, but the two men had followed him, and they later returned with a large group of hunters, captured the tribe, and sold them off as slaves. Suddenly everywhere around the world, people began searching for these creatures, knowing that finding even one would pay for a king's luxury. Hundreds of years later, with slaves of all different species and origins, one began to question everything. He was killed by his master. A riot broke out. The riot broke out into full war. The masters avoided telling their slaves, lest the slaves rise against them. But news travels quickly, and a plantation not knowing of the war became a rare sight. Nearly all of the plantations with the slaves were liberated, and their cruel masters given only death.

   "...that, is the story of why we are here. Granted there are a few omissions, but that is all we need to know." The wolf reached to a pouch, pulling out a revolver, pointing it towards a bush behind him, and firing. A grunt sounded off, and a man fell out of the bush. "Know that we will now falter. We cannot be put down. We shall rise, and the humans shall know what they are dealing with! They face millions of superior creatures, all prideful of who they are, armed with equal firearms and superior natural weaponry!" The wolf raised his paw to the air. "We will win this war! We will be free from their tyranny! And most of all, we will do what will make them unwilling to make any actions against us, make them fear for their own kind, and make them never raise their guns in defiance! When we are victorious, we will do what they will never expect. We will spare them."

   Three months later, a treaty was signed. Slavery and prejudice had been outlawed worldwide, and the countries were united into a single unit, one without corruption and war. I found myself in a stable job, I owned a restaurant, and most ironically, the majority of my employees were human. Though I treated them all fairly, I couldn't help but feel tension between us. Maybe that would fade with time, and then everybody would be treated fairly? I don't know. All I do know is that everything I have, I thank to one, black furred wolf, and the army who stood by his side throughout the revolution and fixed this broken world. Thanks to them and their sacrifice, we can all live a brand new world.

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Random Topics / I Need Followers!
« on: October 29, 2009, 06:18:49 PM »
Gaia is having a Halloween event, but to partisipate much, you have to have people become your follower. I don't think you need a Gaia account for it, so just click the link and it should work.

Click The Linky!

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Role Play Theater / Metamor Keep RP (?)
« on: October 22, 2009, 04:37:25 PM »
Assuming everybody here knows what MK is, I'll skip the intro.

*This was totally created on impulse. Just throwing that out there.
*It's Non-Canonical
*It can pick up from anywhere in a character's story line
*Traditional RP rules apply
*All you really need to do to join is send in your character's name and specify the transformation and what you became, and we'll all be hunky-dory!

Character List

Kiba (Raccoon) Played by Kiba
Fenrs (Wolf) Played by Fenrs_Wolf
Geary (Tabby) Played by Zaiki
Iasha (Fox) Played by Donnie

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Role Play Theater / Fall of Darkness [RP]
« on: September 22, 2009, 09:28:07 PM »
Algula, a medieval world of heroism and villainy. It isn't like the old world you and I know, as there are no humans in this world. The people themselves have even began mastering the art of spellcraft. A world where war has seemed never-ending. The forces of evil have always been in balance with the forces of good, until they learned something. They learned of a way to harness the power of the gods. Evil quickly took over, and the people were forced into slavery and subjugation. Let me tell you the tale of how the tide was turned, and, through impossible odds, the forces of good defeated that of evil.

Rules
*This is a Semi-Literate RP. No One/Two-Liners and use proper spelling.  
*Auto-hitting is fine, within reason. So long as it isn't to the point of god-modding, and you cannot describe the damage done to somebody else character.
*Nothing in the RP can go past PG, and this doesn't excuse cursing every other line.
*When you send in your profile, use the format given in the next post, and put in a Grey Fox icon to show that you read the rules.
*You may have more than one character, but please have some way of differentiating the two, such as giving them different font colors.
*If you're going away or otherwise cannot participate in the RP for a long period of time, please either make it so that you aren't holding up another character or have somebody you trust take over for you while you're gone.
*I reserve the right to add rules as I see fit, as do any Admins or Moderators.

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