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Post by Dundee on Feb 28, 2008 21:01:22 GMT -5
Please, would you bring your attention to me For a feast for your eyes to see An explosion of catastrophe Like nothing you've never seen before. Watch closely as I open this door Your eyes and your jaws will be on the floor; After this, you'll be begging for more... -Saliva Good evening, gents, I am here to introduce to you to a roleplay. Its fate will decided by your histories and how I choose to play with the strings. It will be a Fantasy set in the modern world, a true fairy tale come to life. As for your characters, they must be based on one of the Brothers Grimm's many tales. I require creativity, a distinct lack of melodrama, a limit to the amount of angst you put your more unfortunate personalities through, and a minimum of one-liners. I, as the DM, am your deity. However, I am often a busy deity, and on most weekends and whenever I have an exhorbant amount of homework, I will not be there to pluck and guide the roleplay's strings. The setting is an apartment building that has recently gone defunct. The owner has decided to do away with the hassle of giving all the miscellaneous items left behind in the building to charity, and has opened it to all who would scrounge in its dark halls for a trinket they may wish to posses. There are 20 rooms in the apartment all together, 5 rooms per floor, and each one holds a secret... Start deciding and designing your characters now, I will be accepting applications on most of Sunday, a small part of Tuesday, and for the rest of the week. If I get grounded or lose my computer in some other way, too bad, so sad. If I see that no one wants to join by Sunday, I'll delete this topic and try again somewhere else. Also: Hans Christian Anderson tales are also accepted. If you do not have a resource at your home for a fairy tale to choose from, here is a nice set of tales that can get you started.
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Post by ogrefairy on Feb 28, 2008 21:06:24 GMT -5
It sounds like fun! ^^ I would love to join, though I have never read Brothers Grim. >.>
I may have to read a bit. So you want a character from those stories?
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Post by Dundee on Feb 28, 2008 21:12:21 GMT -5
*scouls* Never read Brothers Grimm... What on EARTH are they teaching in those schools nowadays?... Nay, not directly from the story, merely one inspired by the story, with the potential for the magic still at bay. For example, if one were to create a character based off of the horrifically gorey tale of Cinderella, they might sculpt a girl raised in a house where her father is too busy with his business to notice that his new trophy wife and her spoiled children are daily torturing his daughter with labor.
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Post by ogrefairy on Feb 28, 2008 21:20:35 GMT -5
I seee! So just similar then. That works. I might poke around for a few stories and read up so that I can for a character for you. ^^
It does sound like it will be fun though.
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Feb 28, 2008 21:24:41 GMT -5
how about a girl who sells her soul to the devil and cuts off her hand out of shame, then runs away and marries someone, and the devil can't get to her?
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Post by Dundee on Feb 28, 2008 21:25:30 GMT -5
I sure hope so! I'll add a link to a website with... several... tales you can choose from, or you can explore the internet yourself to see what it has to offer.
@ Angel: Perhaps, can you give me the name of that particular story so I may read it myself?
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Post by ogrefairy on Feb 28, 2008 21:30:49 GMT -5
If you have suggestions, please link. ^^ Otherwise I can find some on my own, I'm sure.
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Feb 28, 2008 21:31:57 GMT -5
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Post by Dundee on Feb 28, 2008 21:35:07 GMT -5
@ Ogre: Hmm, perhaps you could play the part of a nice girl with a compulsively lying father who's been engaged to the Mayor because her idiotic father said her singing could attract dinero like none other. Or something along those lines.
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Post by ogrefairy on Feb 28, 2008 21:37:43 GMT -5
I could try something along that. ^^
I will poke around at the other stories too to see if anything strikes me but I may go with that.
Thanks much to both.
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Feb 28, 2008 21:41:59 GMT -5
No problems
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Post by Dundee on Feb 28, 2008 21:44:28 GMT -5
@ Ogre: You are very welcome. Thank you for taking the time to edumacate your mindses. @ Angel: Ah yes, nicely gorey.
So, choose your characters by Sunday, and then I'll start PMing people about their characters and how this is going to work. Now I REALLY have to get back to math.
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Feb 28, 2008 21:47:27 GMT -5
I'll have my character in by monday, I'm going away for the weekend and will not have computer access.
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Post by tyrone on Feb 28, 2008 23:21:04 GMT -5
I know mine, not sure if he's actually in the Brother's Grimm...The beast from La Belle et la Bete...
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Post by Dundee on Feb 28, 2008 23:30:25 GMT -5
@ Tyrone: That will do very well. Before his rash actions with the witch, I presume?
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Post by tyrone on Feb 28, 2008 23:34:21 GMT -5
I was thinking more like in the first stages of the curse. You know, like a were-beast, but not. Occasional embarressing transformations at inopportune times, balanced by strength in both forms.
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Post by Dundee on Feb 29, 2008 0:05:43 GMT -5
Ooh, VERY interesting. So it's less cursed by an evil fairy queen and more of a werewolf-type thing, sans moonlight. Yes, very interesting...
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Post by tyrone on Feb 29, 2008 20:42:09 GMT -5
Especially in some of the original versions of that story, it was beautiful man by day, but beast by night, I believe.
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Post by ogrefairy on Mar 2, 2008 15:23:36 GMT -5
Hm. I'm thinking maybe the girl from The Seven Ravens.
Would that be okay?
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Post by Dundee on Mar 2, 2008 17:03:00 GMT -5
Ooh, that's one I haven't read before. Nice bit with the chopping off the finger to replace the chicken bone. How are you going to translate it into modern terms?
Also: I'll be accepting forms all through next week, as I still only have two people I know will play, and one who may or may not. We'll start when I have at least 5 people who have a character and want to play.
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Post by Dundee on Mar 5, 2008 8:17:52 GMT -5
Blast. It's the middle of the week, and I still only have 2.5 people who'll be playing. Ah well, if no one else wants to join by Friday, I'll throw this away.
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Post by ogrefairy on Mar 5, 2008 16:44:16 GMT -5
xc
I hope that doesn't happen. I'll see if I can recruit more people to join. No promises.
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Mar 5, 2008 16:51:43 GMT -5
I got sick this weekend, but I'll make a profile tomarrow, I have to draw an Amaranthine Page.
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Post by tyrone on Mar 5, 2008 17:31:59 GMT -5
No throwing away allowed. This is good. After all, we've made a hundred-something RP with only four regular RPers.
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Post by Dundee on Mar 5, 2008 19:35:01 GMT -5
Really? Hmmm... *evil grin* Well then, I'll hold on to this. Let's see... Tomorrow I'll be good for most of the day, excluding school, on Friday I might get in half an hour before I go to play DnD, Saturday I'll be gone all day at the Spring Ring, Sunday I'll be fighting off homework, so I may or may not be there. Monday I can get in the evening, Tuesday I'll be gone a few hours for handbell choir, Wednesday I have no idea, Thursday will be good, Friday nor Saturday won't, and Sunday same as this week. I think I'll start the actual roleplaying topic tomorrow and let your guys get integrated, throw in a couple of hooks on Friday and Saturday, and come back to tame it again on Sunday. Alright, time to start planning some rooms... I might provide pictures, if I have the time.
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Post by ogrefairy on Mar 5, 2008 19:37:01 GMT -5
Wow alright. That sounds cool. ^^
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Post by tyrone on Mar 6, 2008 18:15:01 GMT -5
O.O You have a busy schedule...
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Post by Dundee on Mar 6, 2008 22:09:15 GMT -5
Perhaps you come here because you were walking across the street and the decrepit building caught your attention as you strolled, daydreaming fantasies in the broken pavement of the sidewalk. Perhaps the sun caught a single window still unbroken and unfilthied by countless vermin, human or otherwise, and slammed its pale grey light into your unsuspecting eye. Perhaps you saw the single, obscure sign the owner hammered in the lawn before an angry child mad at the world kicked it down. Or perhaps you felt a faint compulsion to inspect the half-burned apartments, and, having nothing better to do, acted on your compelling instinct. However you came to find the site of the fire from last week, you are now here, and here is the owner: fat, greasy, and unmistakably lazy. “Yes, suh, not a one of ‘em tenants wanted ‘um stuff back, an’ so here ‘tis, fer yer scavengin’ pleasure,” he says in the quick but slothful way of slimy salesmen, scratching the sliver of hairy flesh that poked between moth-eaten coat and tattered slacks. He waves a sausage-fingered hand towards the general direction of the entrance, beckoning you in to explore on your own. You enter a small, dark hallway pungent with the scent of wet smoke, and you can see that three of the five rooms on the bottom floor show the scars and splinters of a violent fire. The other two are in a slightly better state, differing only from their flamed companions in a state of rotting instead of smoldering. The first door you come to is on the right, and is one of the (mostly) untouched rooms, and the door is a sickly pea-green color striped and polka-dotted with the bright red of the wood underneath. It proudly presents the tarnished numbers A-1 on its face. The second room is on the left, labeled A-2, and is the least affected of the three burned, but you can see through the fragments of door the enormous mess within. The third door, bearing A-3 is also on the left, and it is considerably more of a destroyed nature than that of the door to its left. A rat scurries out from under your feet, its slightly singed tail disappearing from between a crack in the floor. You hurry on, repulsed by the sight, until you get to the fourth door. This one is on the right, and it is the other of the two unaffected rooms, presenting the name A-4. This door is lucky enough to own a plastic screen cover, although its screen is mostly torn and the bottom half is dented in. Finally, you reach the end of the dark, miserable hall, where you see the last room open to the public due to the huge, gaping hole where once a door stood. If you’re of the curious sort, you might peer in the carnage of the ruined room, before backing off, holding a hand to your mouth as you try to stop coughing, a small wreath of heavy smoke wandering from inside the nether regions of the former home. You can only assume this room once had the label A-5. To the left of this destroyed piece of property, you see a long chain of cement stairs leading upwards… Which room do you choose to explore first? Yeah, I made up all of this on the spot. Forgive me for going into too much detail. Also: body map is not in porportion. The owner of the apartments does not actually take up that much space. We apologize for the inconveniance. Now, start writing up your introductions. Be sure to use some type of spell check on your finished product. Your introduction should be over 3 sentances long, and I would appreciate it if you did not simply run off the details of their appearance in a poorly-concieved list, ex: She had silver hair that was long, big eyes that were beautiful, a glove on her arm, a glove on her other arm, tight pants, a green shirt, freckles, a pretty smile, a scar, some shoes, a nose, two legs, two arms, two eyes, a mouth, two feet, etc. *shudder* Begin with exactly how you noticed the building, and give us some reactions to the events that happen. That'll give me a nicer way to know what kind of a person your character is than you giving me an expressionless list of traits. Ok, turning down the bossy. Gimme your best shot. I'll be reposting everything I get into the official gaming topic on Sunday.
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Post by tyrone on Mar 6, 2008 23:32:57 GMT -5
Betial scurried through the long grass, franticly trying to avoid the notice of anything human. he scowled at the fat proprietor, for once glad to find a person even worse off than he was. He crawled on all threes, keeping one paw up to protect the small wilted rose tucked in the lapels of his torn red coat. Anything... A shack, a box, a tree, something to hide his hideousness. A tile slowly slippecd from it's roof mooring and plunged to the ground, almost shattering on Bete's skull. He gasped, looked up at the fat man, and bopped said slob on the head before dashing into the house. He looked in dismay at the mess, and sighed. "I guess it's better than the box in the alley." Rolling down the door to A-3, he sat in the squalor and pulled a petal from the rose.
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Post by Dundee on Mar 7, 2008 0:14:33 GMT -5
*blink* Rude. I like it. The large owner groaned from his crumpled position on the ground. "Gam'd freaks... If I'd tha phone line still, he'd be hauled off ta jail in a twinkle... Gam'd bill..." He almost succeeded in standing up, but began to topple once more, falling neatly into an ancient lawn chair that squealed and complained with his weight. He grunted, and shifted his large buttocks to a more comfortable position, and made a note to wake back up for if someone else came about.
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