I've had a very unfortunate morning, but this lightened my spirits a great deal. Wonderful, lovely jobs, everyone. It brings happiness to my heart. ♥
That sounds good, I'll add it on in. For the mean time, I was thinking of letting people enter OCs as Mentors for the tributes too? I don't know how many players we'll be having, though . . .
I'm not horribly fond of threads like these.
It seems that a rather unwelcome pain has settled itself in my chest. Perhaps calling upon a doctor is in order.
Not to be a complete ****** here, because really, I'm not trying to be. But if you get butthurt from the internet, then maybe it's time for you to go outside and get a tan, get some real friends? And if you don't, then lucky you, don't worry about those who do, and don't try to change people who protect their sort of 'fun', because no one likes being made to obey. I'm not saying you shouldn't learn some manners, because I'm sure your mama taught you better than that. Sure you should draw the line somewhere, but still, people don't like being told what to do. Suggestions are welcome, sure, but don't force it. You'll look like an even bigger control ******. Rules were made to be broken, after all.
Yuri, anyone? •u•
I had a bit of a time trying to figure out what to put into the OC form, but I think that this is a pretty good start. [TABLE="width: 500, align: center"] Tributes Mentors [TABLE="class: cms_table, width: 500, align: center"] Username: Tribute's Name: Age: [between 12 and 18] Appearance: District: Personality: Weapon of choice: History: [not a whole biography, perhaps something three to ten sentences] Special Skill: Fears: Feelings on the Games: [/TABLE] [TABLE="width: 500, align: center"] Username: Mentor's Name: Age: [between 25 and 50] Appearance: District: Personality: History: [not a whole biography, perhaps something three to ten sentences] Won Games: [which Games they won to become a Mentor] Quirk: [/TABLE] [/TABLE]
I like Naruto. Some people do, some people don't. It's tiring to see people make the argument that there are much better manga out there - and I'm not saying there's not. It's a bit of a similar situation to Justin Beiber, if you think about it.
I'm in Central Time and am an hour ahead of Ventus108. Andrew is an hour ahead of me, he's in Eastern Time.
No, Saxima is the last one. I don't want to be forgotten. ;~;
Alright guys, I've got our story here, feel free to make critiques and suggest changes. [table="width: 825, align: center"] Your forehead is beaded with sweat. Your whole body feels weakened. Your hands are cold and clammy. Checking your breathing, you find that it's coming out in short rasps. You try to control yourself. You never know, your name might not even be drawn, you're just a few in thousands. Thousands. The thought comforts you slightly as you begin to calm down. With a steady eye, you watch your district's Capitol escort make their way over to the reaping bowls – very large glass balls filled with the thousands of names of the boys and girls in your district. Your names is on one of them. What's one in thousands? As your escort draws the name from the ball, there's a collective breath taken and it becomes silent enough to be able to hear a pin drop. You're feeling nauseous now, becoming nervous. You don't breath. The only thing you can do is think – Please don't let it be me, please, don't let it be me. Suddenly the name is called – your district's people breath and you open your eyes. Everyone is looking at you. Why are they all looking at you? For just a moment, you're a bit confused, disoriented. Then it hits you. It was your name they called. You're now a tribute in the 40th Annual Hunger Games. Everything after that passes in a blur. The anthem plays, your swept away by Peacekeepers and into the Justice Building of your district, you're walked into a room and then left alone. How do you feel? Only you know. No one else can. These feelings are impossibly to detect by anyone else. Maybe you're proud to represent your district. Maybe you've trained for this. Or you could be just a normal Panem citizen. Maybe you're scared. Possibly, you're sad. You have the next hour allotted to you to say goodbye to whomever you wish. Parents, brothers, sisters, lovers even. Perhaps even a complete stranger, just so you don't have anyone you know see you cry if, by chances, you're sad. The Peacekeepers come again and escort your visitors out. You're alone again. Just a little while later, you're come for, and it's a relatively short ride from the Justice Building to the train station. It's clustered with numerous reporters, most with cameras – you'd be right not to show any emotion, not let them see what you're feeling. Unless, of course, you're feeling proud that you've been set to try your best and kill twenty-three other kids your age. You see the other tribute of your district and wonder how they're feeling. Maybe better than you, maybe not. You're then hauled into the train and the doors close behind you. You're now out of the public eye. The train takes off with speed, you're now on your way to the Capitol – and possibly your death too. Congratulations to you, tribute of the 40th Annual Hunger Games. [/table]
If you're talking about the new Pokemon, yeah, it really sucks. I really would like to watch all of the old episodes from the first series. I was on my way to doing that, but . . .
Oh, it seems that I've just found some holes in the story, so I'm filling them in. I should be able to report on some progress as soon as I can. •u•
Do you live in a cardboard box? •o•
•o• This is great, I've always wanted you to have question time. I'm actually containing most of my excitement. So: ♥ Impressions? ♥ If you suddenly had the ability to rule the world with an iron fist, would you? ♥ Strawberries or cherries? ♥ Favorite KHV member? ♥ Share a Dr Pepper with me? ♥ Why do you like Loki?
Sophia, after boarding the train, quickly found a seat at the back of the compartment. There were kids everywhere, all different kinds of them, too. It hadn't even occurred to her to start talking to any of them, even though, and it escaped her notice, very many of them looked like they wanted to talk to her. After she had boarded, two more boys had joined them - but neither of them looked as if they wanted to talk either. All of this was really interesting, and she had no idea where a mysterious train like this came from or where it was going. Maybe it was a dream, it could have been for all she knew. But . . . she felt like she didn't want it to be a dream - if they were really going to the North Pole, that is. She wanted to see, for her own eyes, what a lot of people didn't think was real. It was almost a little scary, the thought that it wasn't real. She felt someone climb into the seat next to her and looked with a bit of surprise, "Hello! This is pretty cool, huh? I'm Sammy, what's your name?" At first, she wasn't really inclined to say anything, only stare in wonder as to why someone wanted to talk to her. This being so, she was a little hesitant in her reply, "Uhm . . . y-yeah, it - it is pretty cool, I guess . . ." she began, "My name is Sophia, a-and it's nice to meet you, Sammy." She tried to smile, but honestly, she wasn't good with other kids. Over the PA system for the train, the conductor announced that they would be making one last stop before stop before getting on with their journey. The last passenger we will be picking up is Rain Wu (Dinny), so please post as soon as possible!
Great god, what have I been doing with my life? Nothing, that's the answer. Okay, okay, call me a hypocrite, because I certainly knows there's someone who wants to, certainly, there must be. In any case, I will try and post soon after this post, and then we can move on. I've got word that one of our players might not be so active, so if that turns out to be the matter, there may be an opening, for anyone.
If you have to ask this, then you're seriously dense. Love isn't just physical, there is no love in just physicality, that's relative to sex. And Oh, whatever.
To put some emphasis on this group, please check it as regularly as you can - at least once every time you visit the forums. This group was made so that we may get some stuff done.
Love is shut the fuck up, I don't want to hear this question again.
