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PostPosted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 1:08 am 

SHE'S DEAD!

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Welcome. You've decided to make the bad decision of accompanying me on this tragedy in the making.

I hope I can at least make this experience as painless as possible.

I guess I should let you know a bit about this place.

This world is misty, mystical, floaty, nonsensical at times, but very real.

Something about it is fantastic and marvelous, but something about it feels out of place; as if trespassing in Elysium has tainted its fields.

Why are you here? What has your presence done to this world?


So for this story I require that you have a human character, a humanoid companion, and a VERY important tool. For your character, I want you to answer one question as your character "How do you fix what is broken?" besides that I just need a name and age. Anything and everything else can be established through the actual rp. If you really need to establish your character I'd actually prefer you PM me the (optional) information instead of posting it here. I'd like everyone to figure out other's characters. You are also not limited to one character or companion but be reasonable (Justify why your character needs 12 companions if need be)

Here's a possible skeleton:

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"How do you fix what is broken?":
Name:
Age (around 9-20):
Appearance:
Personality (optional):
Item of Importance:
Misc (optional): (Something everyone should know about this character)
Bio (So very optional):

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Name:
Appearance:
Personality (optional):

For this introduction post, I want you to have fun with your characters arrival. Make it silly, scary, mystical, fantastic or any combination of those and beyond. I've placed an overzealous example below of how you can introduce your character to the story. It's a bit long, clunky and it's in a weird 2nd person perspective so skip it if you like, but it can give you some ideas as to how to start off your story.

Whatever's in your head, make it real.

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You awake unaided feeling sluggish and considerably stiff. There is an unpleasant taste in your mouth as if you had been sick during your sleep. You sit up and see that your alarm clock isn't where it's supposed to be, your bed is in the wrong place and feels different too, actually your room is completely different. There are neither lamps nor a television. The room is devoid of anything electrical yet an advanced looking brace with a glossy black screen wraps around your forearm.The walls are empty. A fireplace piled with fresh wood flickers quietly to your right. A night stand with a bowl of water on it and a small mirror at the perfect height for you to use sits next to the door and a dresser stands opposite the foot of your bed. You stand on the wooden floor and stagger for some reason. The room has an unfamiliar scent, it's not unpleasant just different. Looking down, you notice you're wearing a pajamas you've never seen before; the outfit was pure white and silky. Something dark stained through the shirt.

You slowly regain your balance and head for a change of clothes. As you take each step you become more aware of how restricted your movements are. You reach the dresser and find a pair of green cargo pants and a black shirt. You can't locate any shoes so you don't worry about them. As you remove your shirt you notice that your torso is wrapped in bandages stained deep red from what is now obviously blood. You decide not to mess with the bandages for you cannot judge the severity of the wound and decide to just get dressed. You slip on the outfit wash your face with a rag inside the bowl and rinse your mouth until you can find a toothbrush. You open the door and the light from the outside is almost blinding. As your eyes adjust you hear a plain voice address you

"Welcome back, you were gone for quite some time,"

The sky is vast and streaked with bright white clouds. The world is filled with bright green plains as far as the eye can see. In the distance, you can see large mountains; Some are covered in snow while others are vibrant with plant life and still others are barren. You can't judge the distance, but to the left of your home, a dense forest surrounded by thick fog looms ominously. The trees are massive yet they are dwarfed by a tree that easily towers over all. Its incredible height and size seem impossible; as if the planet was reaching up to touch the stars. You step forward and see that the one that was speaking to you was a pale woman. She is dressed in all white just like you were when you had awoken. You greet her, but she barely shows you recognition. Instead, she gestures for you to follow. Regardless of your confusion, you can't help but comply. Wordlessly, the two of you walk briskly until the sight of a large temple comes into focus. You want to ask many question as you are walking, but you hold them. You are looking at so many things at once you don't notice that the woman has stopped and you knock into her. She does not budge. An old man wearing a colorful, decorative robe stands before the two of you.

He steps forward and dismisses the woman with a nod. She hurries away silently. The man looks at you closely and then smiles

"Excellent!" he says "Just who I was expecting,"

Without a word, the man turns and walks through the empty temple courtyard and up the stairs to the wooden front door. He gestures for you to step in and you do so. He follows closing the door behind him. The room on the inside is dimly lit by the windows. The man sits on a large pillow placed in front of a plain wooden table. He points slowly at a similar pillow across from him. You take a seat and immediately ask a ton of questions at once until the man raises his hand to silence you. He opens his desk pulls out a chip and slips it into a slot on your arm-brace. The device hums to life and releases a soft white stream of light. The light bends and morphs until the white silhouette of a small, humanoid creature is present just a few inches above your arm. Suddenly, the light dissipates and small robot drops like a lead weight. The man catches the robot deftly as if he'd done it a thousand times and holds the limp, mechanical body away from himself in an outstretched hand.

"This is your mentor," he says

"and this..." he points to your brace "Is your life. Protect it by all means."

He stands up, puts the robot in your hand and escorts you out of the door. You try to ask questions, but the door shuts behind you. You turn to knock but see only the green of rolling plains before you. You look all around but see nothing left of the building you were just outside of. There was no point in staying here anymore so you venture out. Out into an unknown world.


I want this OOC to be active like crazy when this starts up. Like I said, characters I make (Unless I specify to the contrary) are yours to use! So I want to see some collaborative writing and no passive participants: never be afraid to go in a different direction from what is established!

Go crazy, be dynamic, be tragic, be plain, be awesome.


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PostPosted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 8:49 pm 

the stars look very different today ★

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My Character,

"How do you fix what is broken?":
"I would go to the library. They have a book on everything there, I'm sure there's a guide on how to fix it. If not, dad will buy a new one for me!"

Name: Esha (E-shah) Mati (Maw-tee)
Age (around 9-20): 11
Appearance: An indian girl with skin of burnt sienna, expressive brown eyes, and wild dark hair, lightening near the tips. Her face is oval, her dark, low set eyebrows giving her a consistently thoughtful look on her face. She is quite gangly and bird-like, her body language actively expressing her mood. A burn mark runs vertically along her forearm, palm side. Her voice is richly accented and eloquent.
Item of Importance: A complex dark gray compass-like device on a chain, with stars, planets, and moons engraved on the front. It does not appear to point north, having no directional markers on the edges. It has five hands, the first engraved with a picture of an open eye, the second a coin, the third a closed eye, the fourth a realistic heart, the fifth a knotted rope.

Her Companion,
Name: Dijira
Appearance: A simple robot matching Esha's compass, with the similar design of celestial bodies. Shaped similar to an artist's mannequin. Despite its diminutive size, it is quite heavy. It has no face. Its voice is motherly and soothing, full of the character it lacks in appearance.

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How does this check out, Ben? I'm quite excited for this story! I kept it simple for fun future purposes~

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PostPosted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 8:49 am 

7 hours of sleep but still ready to write

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^Reserve for theHim's CS^

I have to go to work now and do other stuff until pretty late, but I want to throw it out there that I'm intrigued and I'm going to make a sheet ASAP.

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My thoughts on life
January 11th, 2014. In response to my recent hardships in school, caused by my arrogantly chosen course selection for my junior year in high school.

The search for happiness is a long and lonely journey.

I'm seventeen, and yet, I feel I've accomplished so little. It's as if I only exist, under my parent's jurisdiction, to feed what I can feel in compliance with the popular culture that my personality chooses to accept. It's a terrible feeling, filled with Facebook and Youtube; the zombie makers of a sanitary society.

And oh my school. I suffer through, but I can only try so hard a few days out of the week. And for what? My atrocious grades? I have skills, sure. I can articulate well, I'm a decent problem solver, I don't crack easily under pressure, organization and leadership come easily to me, and yet, my transcript reads to me: failure. It's as if the skills that I have and wish to present to society are covered and hidden by my procrastination. And it's not as if I procrastinate on everything. In the general, I work daily. It's hard grueling work too, whether it's pushing carts through the snow or landscaping under the burning sun. I am not a lazy person, and yet, when it comes to my biology homework, I just never get to do it. I don't like it at all, I hate it, but that's all the world seems to recognize from people of my age.

I feel told, constantly, that because I can't make beautiful grades, I must be worth less, I must have less to offer to the world than the person going to Harvard. While I may wish it, I simply can't believe this to be true. Forget traditional school, forget the box cutters that would shape our children. I want more than someone telling me that I my worth is dictated by one of five letters; I'm worth them all, and I'll have what I want in this world.

To all of you who can't make the good grades, for whatever the reason, because you can't understand or because you're too busy smoking weed, life is what you make it.

Make it yours.

December 23rd, 2013. I found myself angry after a conversation with my mother, in which she blatantly criticized me for my interest in the Book of Mormon. I'm Christian, as basic as I'll ever declare, but I have no right to my faith if I don't scrutinize it and those others hold around me.

In truth, the more I live and come to understand the people I live with, the more I despair.

When I read about things like the Big Bang Theory, I tend to find knowledge and truth tainted by the hand that searched for it. Scientists, in an attempt to understand the existence of all apply their minds to find a shaped box for which to place the universe. And frankly I believe, as a Christian, that is one of the most important things the human race can do together; to search for the truth.

What bothers me is the scientists who accept things like the Big Bang Theory and the Theory of Evolution as fact. They are not fact, hence the reason they're called theories. They have problems and cannot be explained. That is not to say that these theories won't be given explanation and certainly not that they shouldn't be, but it's upsetting when someone talks to me about these things as if they're already set in stone. As if my beliefs are invalid because some amazing atheist drew upon his obviously superior intellect and provided the solution to cure me of my chronic stupidity.

But, you know who else bugs me?

Christians.

For the love of the God some of us pretend to serve, could we please stop embarrassing ourselves by being willfully ignorant? There is a reason the scientific community thinks Christians are stupid, and it's because half the time we act like it. The search for truth, science, is not a hate crime against God. It is the attempt for humans to grasp God's creation with what we can perceive. An understanding of what I find to be fear, agitates me to no end. It's as if my Christian companions feel a monster lurking just beyond the view of our knowledge and wisdom, waiting to destroy our lives, so carefully arranged by organized religion. In the face of this, I must ask, why would you claim to serve a God if you're so unwilling to see Him and His works revealed?

Truthfully, I think we will find God, as plainly depicted by the Bible, if we look deeply enough. But that is not to say that it would be impossible to find the absence thereof, nor would it truly be searching if I were to blatantly deny the existence of events such as the Big Bang Theory or the Theory of Evolution. But, if I don't look, and look for everything, how can I claim anything to be true? If I don't look for everything, there is no point in looking for anything, because I have already made my final discovery in the parameters with which I set my search.

The same is true for anyone with an opinion; it is the nature of such. If you do not accept the existence of every possibility, you deny yourself the ability to find what actually exists.

In light of such, I would call, if my voice were strong enough, for our people to look, but not for something; rather, for what is there.

February 24th, 2014. I had a quick conversation with a friend about whether or not existence was dependent on perception. This is what happened.

Please beware before you embark on this journey with me, I do not speak of light topics. They are not controversial to the general public, I will not be discussing anything likely to be seen in a flame war on YouTube. However, as I have said, I do not speak of light topics. Agreement and consideration of my thoughts will give no quick satisfaction, as you will find that I seek no resolution, and nor do I offer any.

Let us begin.

Absent of the infinitely more personal and situational religious affiliation we humans hold, I have my internal self wandering around the corollaries between existence, perception, and conscience. Of course, upon themselves, they seem almost self explanatory, and I could almost feel they are certainly observable within ourselves.

But then again, everyone's heard of the Matrix movies.

If you haven't, the premise is that a gathering of superior beings gather and force humans into a deep slumber, in which they dream and experience an alternate universe whilst our aggressors harvest our body heat for energy. Unfortunately, if one were to empathize with this too deeply, they might find themselves questioning the legitimacy of their own existence.

I find myself in this position today.

I ask myself constantly, this reality of which only I may experience, I ask, is it true? My perception is unique, but it is dependent of the understanding my conscience derives from my experiences. Thus, it would seem there is an unfathomable accuracy to the ideas of men such as René Descartes, the man who spoke the words "Cogito ergo sum," or "I think, therefore I am." After all, if I am here to experience things, and my conscience is my own, observable by the equally observable variance of people, how could I not be my own? If we were to delve into this idea more deeply, in order for the events that I am unaware of, the moments in time my conscience mind understand that give way to experiences, would not there need to be at least one other existence to create these pockets of unexpected events? And even if one were to argue that these could all be fabricated events of my own design, does not the existence of the fabrication give proof of the existence of a being to create the fabrication?

That is to say, nothing will only create nothing, and if I am not here, there would be nothing, and as I am able to experience something, there cannot be nothing. Therefore, I must be here.

I must be.

However, that doesn't say much about you, my friend.

This has brought me to another question, one that could possibly contradict the previous idea. The question is this; is existence independent or dependent on perception? While it may seem completely reasonable that I think, and therefore I am, does it really matter? For instance, if I were to not think that I existed, could I still exist? Does the simple exclusion of an idea from the mind remove it from existence?

I think not, that would be ridiculous.

I would argue that existence is not dependent on perception, it does not care what you think. I cannot simply think something gone. Perhaps I could blot it from my own perception, but we have all witnessed people who believe things that are completely false. Of course, though history may be written by the victor, the facts, as opposed to the ultimate truth (another discussion), are decided by what is perceived and accepted by the largest number of people. Thus, things may not always be recorded true, and you may not always see what's true, but this is much different than the truth of our singular existence.

Alas, that is not the kind, final conclusion.

No, the most cruel consequence of thought is quite maddening.

Because, though your perception may prove your existence, your existence is not dependent on your perception.

Have a good day, friends.

Tools I have found useful
Radius Around a Map

The website has many other tools two of which, give approximate times of travel between two points (depending on various variables) and give exact distances between two equally exact points. Most of the tools export a link to an image with the desired specifications that can easily be implemented into a post.

World Generator

If you choose "Animated Globe" for the "Map Projection", and you generate the world, when you get taken to your specific world (Which will have amazingly specific stats), you can open the animated globe as an image in your browser and put it directly into your post. Yes, it will still spin. It's awesome. Of course, the website has many, many other features, including everything from name generators to weather generators, but the spinning globe is by far the most awesome.


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PostPosted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 3:43 pm 

SHE'S DEAD!

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I'll be working on getting the IC up after Wednesday! (For some reason wednesday is becoming a theme)


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PostPosted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 4:16 pm 

the stars look very different today ★

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I'm excited! Blank slate introductions open up to many wonderful opportunities.

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 10, 2015 2:36 am 

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OK! so the IC is taking longer than I thought but I'll try for tomorrow.


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PostPosted: Thu Dec 10, 2015 8:42 pm 

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IC is up: viewtopic.php?f=19&t=48715
NEW CREATION ARRIVES

You may control and expand on this in your posts. If you wish to add some details, post it here and I'll add it all to the original post.



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"Ohey! You're kinda lost ain't yah? Don't worry, we can be lost together!"

Appearance: Is that a small child? No, it's a Meddle! A human looking creature with a pinkish complexion and a red mess of thick curly hair that matches her body in size. She wears grey pants, small brown boots and a plain cream shirt under a green hooded cape. Her eyes appear as if they might be large, but they never seem to be open. Other than that, her face only holds a wide grin with a set of pointed teeth. If it weren't for her diminutive size (4 feet) and childish attitude, she might seem intimidating.


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