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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 8:46 pm
RP Game--------
okay...so I've no clue if there was ever a game like this...but I got kind of bored waiting for Rps...so I thought of this idea and I thought it would be fun. The RP game is:
--the person above you tells you to Rp a character saying something like this.....Pirate overseas.
-With that you have to make up a character who is a Pirate and is oversea and you have to describe the environment surrounding you and the talk about your character.
--Also I think it's a way to help you develop character and get to read different styles of Rpers in this guild.
--Also a challenge to make you think and use details.
--RULES:
1.) Try to be at least semi-literate
2.) Minimium of 3 paragraphs (each paragraph should contain at least 3 sentences.)
3.) PLease keep everything pg-13
4.) No ** or First person.
5.) Every post has to be in THIRD PERSON
6.) Lastly...Have fun!
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 9:09 pm
For Example: A spy about to face "truth spells" (a drink that makes a person less conscious and so they tend to tell the truth to whatever they are asked.)
Ellen sat across the table from a big man named Ted. Ted was probably around the age of her grandfather, which said alot. His face was a soft red, perhaps from having to cope within such a hot room. Sweat drizzled down his face. Ellen could tell that he wasn't about to start off with a joke or two, just what most interrogators would do to make one more comfortable in a hot room with an old man, who was in favor of the late king.
In front of them, was two cups, filled with a clear liquid. Probably water, or that was what they all wanted you to think it was, before they interrogate you. As if he was in a hurry, Ted said, "Relax and have a drink. You must be thirsty from scrubbing the floor all day." Ellen smiled and nodded, not daring to look at the old man's eyes. For she was a slave and slaves didn't look at their master or their master's equal in the eyes.
"What would you like with a mere scrubbing girl like me?" she asked after taking a sip of the drink. Very well prepare, if she had to say so herself. This drink had no bitter or sweet taste. It taste just like water, even still, she still couldn't be sure that it wasn't a "truth" spell drinking. While she gave time for the man to reply, she repeated over in her head. I'm a scrubbing slave, working at the Inn. I'm a scrubbing slave, working at the Inn. I'm a scrubbing slave, working at the Inn. Her real identity couldn't be found out or else she'd have to die without saying good bye to her family who were back at home. Her mother, her father--who thank goodness had taught her all the spy skills she was now using to keep her alive in this very different country.
Now someone else try!
----an assassin being force to pick between: His honor: job or killed the person(lover) he was assign to kill.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:39 pm
I guess no one wants to play.... crying
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:41 pm
ILL PLAY!!!!!!!!!...but i have no idea what to do... sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 12:56 am
lilipepper For Example: A spy about to face "truth spells" (a drink that makes a person less conscious and so they tend to tell the truth to whatever they are asked.)
Ellen sat across the table from a big man named Ted. Ted was probably around the age of her grandfather, which said alot. His face was a soft red, perhaps from having to cope within such a hot room. Sweat drizzled down his face. Ellen could tell that he wasn't about to start off with a joke or two, just what most interrogators would do to make one more comfortable in a hot room with an old man, who was in favor of the late king.
In front of them, was two cups, filled with a clear liquid. Probably water, or that was what they all wanted you to think it was, before they interrogate you. As if he was in a hurry, Ted said, "Relax and have a drink. You must be thirsty from scrubbing the floor all day." Ellen smiled and nodded, not daring to look at the old man's eyes. For she was a slave and slaves didn't look at their master or their master's equal in the eyes.
"What would you like with a mere scrubbing girl like me?" she asked after taking a sip of the drink. Very well prepare, if she had to say so herself. This drink had no bitter or sweet taste. It taste just like water, even still, she still couldn't be sure that it wasn't a "truth" spell drinking. While she gave time for the man to reply, she repeated over in her head. I'm a scrubbing slave, working at the Inn. I'm a scrubbing slave, working at the Inn. I'm a scrubbing slave, working at the Inn. Her real identity couldn't be found out or else she'd have to die without saying good bye to her family who were back at home. Her mother, her father--who thank goodness had taught her all the spy skills she was now using to keep her alive in this very different country.
Now someone else try!----an assassin being force to pick between: His honor: job or killing the person(lover) he was assign to kill. i would play, but im ment to be doing my 4 assingments... sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 9:23 pm
lilipepper For Example: A spy about to face "truth spells" (a drink that makes a person less conscious and so they tend to tell the truth to whatever they are asked.)
Ellen sat across the table from a big man named Ted. Ted was probably around the age of her grandfather, which said alot. His face was a soft red, perhaps from having to cope within such a hot room. Sweat drizzled down his face. Ellen could tell that he wasn't about to start off with a joke or two, just what most interrogators would do to make one more comfortable in a hot room with an old man, who was in favor of the late king.
In front of them, was two cups, filled with a clear liquid. Probably water, or that was what they all wanted you to think it was, before they interrogate you. As if he was in a hurry, Ted said, "Relax and have a drink. You must be thirsty from scrubbing the floor all day." Ellen smiled and nodded, not daring to look at the old man's eyes. For she was a slave and slaves didn't look at their master or their master's equal in the eyes.
"What would you like with a mere scrubbing girl like me?" she asked after taking a sip of the drink. Very well prepare, if she had to say so herself. This drink had no bitter or sweet taste. It taste just like water, even still, she still couldn't be sure that it wasn't a "truth" spell drinking. While she gave time for the man to reply, she repeated over in her head. I'm a scrubbing slave, working at the Inn. I'm a scrubbing slave, working at the Inn. I'm a scrubbing slave, working at the Inn. Her real identity couldn't be found out or else she'd have to die without saying good bye to her family who were back at home. Her mother, her father--who thank goodness had taught her all the spy skills she was now using to keep her alive in this very different country.
Now someone else try!----an assassin being force to pick between: His honor: job or killed the person(lover) he was assign to kill.
He had the knife in his hand ready to pounce. He thought he had his mind made up, but he heard the final sentance come out of Genesis'es mouth "mom, I am pregnant" her voice was filled with joy as Tashi's eyes widend "...Pregnant... she is carrying my kid" he said veary softly to himself "I...I cant go through with this" he said as he put the knife in the strap on his foot. He rose and turned in the oposite direction and began walking away. His eyes were closed as he hoped off the other side of the building.
well it was my first try so it wasent that good
bleh I guess I have to make a thingy now... well here goes nothin'
A demon who falls in love with a human the human knows the demon in his human form and Demon form, she wants to kill the Demon form but loves the Human form (she dosent know the Demon is the human)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 6:52 pm
jadeitegodess ILL PLAY!!!!!!!!!...but i have no idea what to do... sweatdrop
A demon who falls in love with a human the human knows the demon in his human form and Demon form, she wants to kill the Demon form but loves the Human form (she dosent know the Demon is the human)
As Oli-the robot DJ, has set up for the next person.
Come on...You CAN DO it!!
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