...You're really good at making people feel better. I think I'm done being depressed now. Haters gonna hate, yo. <3 Thanks for everything, Spamzone. I owe you one.
I wish to strain people's eyes. That's the challenge here. Don't highlight, just strain. @P; I can tell you elsewhere later. Like MSN. You have a massive amount of curiosity.
Thank you for checking on me. <3 It's okay. xD I'm almost feeling 100% better. Just got annoyed by someone slightly, but other than that. I...
...I don't know if you're being serious or sarcastic, or what. But I meant, *through. And that's shit. :/ I'm honest to God not annoyed by what you're saying. It's difficult to convey tone through text, on the internet. But though you offer good advice, and I appreciate it, I understand what you're explaining about how I should go about dealing with this and have taken it into account already to do so, so thank you. I didn't mean to offend you. If I did, then I'm assuming it might have been that typo.
i just wanted to let you know that I edited that part before you posted this, because i figured it would be taken in that way. as for the attention-seeking, if no one had posted in this thread, i would have been content. sometimes it just feels good to let it out. the entire purpose for this was to vent. not for help. hell, this could have/could turned/turn into a stupid kitty meme thread, i would have been satisfied. i didn't want it in the help with life section because then people feel obligated to post something 'helpful', if anything at all. i've had people talking about me behind my back irl/online for years, that's not a problem. i learn not to care about what people think, and i deal with it in other ways. that doesn't mean you don't get annoyed from time to time. i'm also intelligent enough to realize that something like this would come off as an attention-seeking thread and nothing more, and i don't really care otherwise i wouldn't have posted it. bluntly, i appreciate the time you put behind that post, i genuinely do. but i'm just going to say right now, that the reason it's in the spamzone has to do with it meaning little to nothing but the rambles of me and/or anyone else who feels like venting to nothing, tonight. i don't know that there's something wrong with wanting to just post away for a night to relieve what's piling up under. in my edit, i said that everyone has problems. not everyone is going to make a thread in the spamzone about them, or decide to share or talk about it. that's all. i actually started feeling a little more upset when people started being "we love youuu. <333" about it, because that's not the point of it. being saved and being given advice are two different things in my eyes. i don't know you, but i can tell you're going to **** yourself. we all handle things differently, right? i wouldn't judge you if you decided to post something in the spamzone or whatever to relieve some of the stress, if that's what worked for you. <3 (not saying you're judging, just saying that you can't just deem it attention-seeking and/or that i can't handle my problems. just needed this, okay? that's it. it helps me to get it out in a place in the forum that doesn't mean anything. call it therapeutic.) bah, that wasn't the only thing i said in that OP. i know that not everyone hates me. i really do. i have genuine friends, i'm sure. if someone came out and said it, that would be positively lovely, because then maybe we could work it out. if no one says anything, then, okay, that's not what i was looking for anyways. i wasn't really looking for or expecting anything. @Rissy, Firekeyblade, KH Sora's girl; You're all very sweet for saying what you did. <3 I really, really appreciate it. I just feel like **** tonight, like everybody does from time to time, so everything is okay. I hope things are okay with you all, too. Just more vent-age under there. I think this is more appropriate. If you want to read, you can. I'm just going to keep going and editing for the next five hours, until it's Saturday for me.--v Spoiler My main problem is that I really, would love to get along with everyone. I mean, everyone. I would really love to talk everything out with everyone, especially the people who say that they're so open to that sort of thing, who completely close me out. There are people I would love to be friends with, but if I try, it's like out of no where they act so fake. Whether it's IRL or online, it's just "Yeah, lol. *Conversation here*" then the next minute someone's talking about how so-and-so has a problem with me about something I either didn't do, or has nothing to do with them. Then, being the person I am, I'll confront. I'm a big confront-er. And then it's like, "Oh...I don't have a problem with you, we can be friends." And the same thing happens. JUST SAY IT, DAMN IT. THAT'S ALL I'M ASKING FOR. Or realize that we're all humans, who make mistakes, and no one is all bad. I understand that's completely idealistic, I really do, but it's hurtful because I'm an incredibly sensitive person. INCREDIBLY. It's ridiculous. I either want to cry, or end up angry at the world. There are of course times where I'm completely fine, though. Tonight is just not one of those times. I shouldn't have to feel bad or like an attention-whore for talking about my problems or being sad from time to time. Everyone is free to do so, world.
i wish i wanted this to make sense, and for someone to jump in and save me. i wish i were writing a story, and in the background, behind my computer screen i was laughing at how you all fell from my attempt at trolling. i wish i didn't feel so angry at everybody. i'm so angry at everybody. this isn't in the help with life section because i don't want help. i don't want a section, and a thread there, with a label "oh here she goes with her ****ing problems again." everybody has problems. i'm not the only one who's hurt, i'm just one of the people who decide to throw it out there. do you see, guys? i'm so depressed sometimes. i wish i were drunk. i don't want to be restricted to say something that makes sense, or explain myself if i don't feel like it. i just wish things meant something. i wish i didn't have to be strong, in a world of bullies. i wish people were so much nicer, less-passive, able to discuss something, with anyone. able to express themselves, able to forgive, to love. to be gentle, without feeling gay for it. i don't want to be desensitized anymore. i cry. i cry, i do. i feel. i feel pain, in a world of people who can't anymore. dear god, original work vague, with no emotion? jesus. i'm not going anywhere. please stop, thank you both so much, but i'm not saying goodbye. i'm not leaving. i'm just having an internet meltdown, and it will all be gone tomorrow, and i'll be the role-play girl again who people secretly think is a megabitch, but don't have the guts to actually say it, to actually talk about it, to actually resolve anything. i won't ask for a hero. i won't ask to be saved. sometimes i just wish people knew when someone needed saving.
and it feels like hell. it really does, i promise. what's the point of being a good person without intuition? without knowing someone isn't okay, when they say that they are? without knowing you're not okay, when you think that you are? and what pleasure do you get from being oblivious and awful? do you think you're funny? because i don't. you say you're so innocent, you say you're so wonderful, you say you're so perfect, and sweet and such an angel, and you help everyone, and you're a great friend, and you care, you really do. you really, really care. you care so much. i can tell you anything, i can tell you everything. every secret, every promise, every wound. but i can't. i know your kind. two months from now you'll be gone, you'll be spewing such awful, hurtful things behind my back, like a child. you'll block and delete me from your life, and not even say anything. you won't even warn me. you can't even say 'i hate you.' you can't even tell me. that would be inconvenient for you. why do you pretend? i'll tell you myself. i'll tell you right now. i'm so sorry for everything. i'm so sorry for hurting every one of you. i'll tell you right now. i'm a terrible person. i'm a selfish, awful person, with this stupid heart. this stupid heart that won't let me hate or love, just sit somewhere inbetween. i don't try to be. i honest to god don't try to be. but i'm human, aren't you? are you saying you've never hurt before? you've never lied before? you're perfect? i'm not. i'm not perfect. i said it. can you? can you tell me the truth now? do you know how poisonous you are? i hope i die. not for me, but for you. because i care, i really do. you're just so wonderful.
I edited it yesterday. :3
Dork . <3
Oh gosh. This is lovely. It's humorous, because of the ridiculousness of it, but it has just a pinch of genuine darkness. You did very well with this, son. Mother is proud. I suppose I could say I didn't really read this to critique much. Your writing style is simple enough, easy to read and understand and that's a good thing for me. Leaves more room for enjoying it and takes away from the annoyance of trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Keep writing, you're good at it! c:
Go ahead and leave me. /slit
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Oops. xD I just saw your other RP and remembered! You'll have my profile by tomorrow. Sorry for that. D;
[video=youtube;FUaKxFjlOpw]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUaKxFjlOpw[/video] If only we could live in harmony. The world will never be like this. </3
I couldn't even finish the trailer. It's one of those games I'd only play surrounded by friends, so that we could 'lol' the fear away.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeee. <33
Kind of really late, but thanks for the friends request. c:
I get my fonts from www.dafont.com. Good luck with your comic book~
Synopsis Everyone dies. It's common knowledge. But what happens when you want out of the Afterlife? It would be difficult. Naturally, as everything there was. But Rhia fathomed that if it had been a convenient task, it wouldn't have been worth the trouble. The resistance was apart of the adventure, she thought, and if there was no hazard, then there was more than likely no reward--at least not the one they were searching for. And how long had it been? Maybe two to three years on the surface, about a thousand there? Some ridiculous number like that. But this time, it was it. This time, they would make it. They had to. Rhia Faust committed suicide on February 12, four days after her 17th birthday. Destin was murdered when he was twenty-two. Eliza drowned at a party when she was nineteen. And Oliver can't remember. But there are two things that they all have in common. They ended up in sort of Purgatory, a vast monochrome world with a sky of souls. Tattered buildings, structures, paradox roads and fantastical designs built by the souls themselves. Not too good, not too bad. Somewhere in-between. The second thing was that they all wanted out. A chance to redeem themselves, a chance to be more than a lost soul. A chance at Heaven. Characters *Appearances used as a reference//Ages refer to when they died* Rhia Faust (REE-AH, FAH-ST) Age: Seventeen. Voice Type: Medium, mature. Personality: Secretive, determined, over-ambitious, she believes she knows more than she actually does. Typical teenage mentality, even in death. Mini-Bio: When she lived, Rhia was a perfectionist. The perfect grades, family, house, boyfriend, style, everything. She also suffered from both Insomnia and Schizophrenia. Eventually, the lack of a real, passionate connection with a human being who would help her drove her to committing suicide, in the back of her boyfriends van on impulse. Having resided in sort of purgatory for centuries, she reflected on her life, deeming herself unworthy of such a punishment. Determined at a second shot at life, one where she'll do it right, she formed a rebellion, an adventure to escape to the other side. Sex: Female Line 1: "Everybody dies. But not everyone deserves to. We'll find a way out of it." (Stern, relentless, determined.) Line 2: "I'm scared, I need you. Please save me." (Quite, scared, shaky) Line 3: "I feel like a freak. A dead freak. I mean, when you're dead, death shouldn't bother you, right...?" (Explaining, having walked out on a story being told about how someone died. She is bothered by death still, and feels it isn't fair) Line 4: "I'm not afraid. Not of anything, anymore. Not even the voices." (Once again, very apathetic. Blunt. Quiet.) Eliza Rayne (EH-LIE-ZAH, RAY-N) Age: Nineteen. Voice Type: Medium-high, can easily go from loud to quiet, from soft to firm, from serious to silly. Australian accent preferred, but if you can't do one DON'T TRY, DEAR GOD. If you would like, you can do two takes. One with accent, and one without. Personality: Confident, rambunctious. Mini-Bio: When she lived, Eliza was a major bookworm. Filling her head with fantasy, thoughts in the clouds, it's safe to presume she became quite the social outcast. Due to a dysfunctional family, living in an abusive household, she wasn't very academic (this is why she became a super-senior )--though brilliant, and due to this ignored brilliance, she was often ridiculed and deemed conceited. One day, one of the more popular girls felt pity for her and invited Eliza to a party. Though not her intention, the girls friends began to pressure Eliza into anything and everything. Desperate at this point to fit in and for some relief from the family she dreaded going back to, the girl partook. At this party, she lost her virginity, tried drugs, got drunk for the first time, fell into the outside pool, and drowned. Pretty eventful, for your first party. Upon finding Destin in Purgatory, she found that they both had a mind of creativity. This lead them both to pretending they were brother and sister. They found Rhia together, in the middle of telling one of their stories. Hearing her goal, the joined her full-heartedly. (Eliza more willing than Destin). Sex: Female Line 1: "Either way. An hour might have passed before we heard it. It was snowing. Do you guys remember snow? Cold, white, fluttering stuff. Like the fluff they packed in teddy bears. Except, it melted. When it was warm, or on your skin, or when you smeared it into the ground, it melted." (Telling a story, explaining something between Destin and her.) Line 2: "You're such a big baby!" (To Destin, being playful, loud.) Line 3: "Angst? Me? I think we're all pretty angsty, we're dead!" (Being a smartass towards Oliver, sarcastic) Line 4: "We're with you Rhia. Every step of the way!" (Encouraging.) Destin Parker (DESS-TEN, PAR-KER) Age: Twenty-two. Voice Type: Deep. Smooth, calm. Able to become frantic, almost hysterical if need-be. Personality: Destin is a joker from time to time, but he's pretty laid back on the exterior. He's rather passive. If something happens or gets in his way, he's more likely to try to find away around it, or turn back around that face it full front. But that's only because he's afraid of what would happen if he snapped. He doesn't want to hurt anyone. Mini-Bio: Out of the rest of them, Destin probably had the most 'appealing' lifestyle. Equipped with manners and charisma, he got ahead fast in the business world, becoming a valuable member in a corporation previously head by his father. He settled into a cozy apartment with her girlfriend, finished with college and considering going into law, realizing the conflict of quitting the family business and discovering his passion, he was murdered while taking a walk to clear his mind by a hungry, insane, homeless man he turned away. Upon finding Eliza in Purgatory, he found that they both had a mind of creativity. This lead them both to pretending they were brother and sister. They found Rhia together, in the middle of telling one of their stories. Hearing her goal, the joined her full-heartedly. (Eliza more willing than Destin). Sex: Male Line 1: "It was hasty of us, I'll admit. But we were kids, you know? We paid for our tickets and planned to leave our world behind." (Story telling. Telling a tale of him and Eliza (as sibilings) running away together on Earth.) Line 2: "Eliza, sometimes you really worry me." (Playful, under his breath, slightly sarcastic.) Line 3: "You know, I'd much rather just kinda...kinda stay here." (Reluctant to leave their current location, being passive as usual.) Line 4: "I don't like remembering my real past. It's too much, almost." (Explaining why he won't talk about how he died, to Eliza.) Oliver (AH-LIVER) Age: Unknown Voice Type: Medium/Medium-low. Childlike almost. Personality: Quiet, bitter. Impatient. Snappish. Mini-Bio: The mystery boy! He can't remember how he died, how old he was, or when it happened. He only knows, he knows that there has to have been a mistake. He's certain he shouldn't be there. So of course, he joined the rebellion. Sex: Male [Could be played by a girl.] Line 1: "I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be dead." (Slightly irritated, quiet though) Line 2: "What the hell do you know? What the hell do ANY of you know?" (Lashing out of Rhia for telling him to hold back from hurting someone.) Line 3: "It's really agitating. Not knowing yourself." (Talking to Rhia, calm at once.) Minor Characters *Appearances used as a reference* Hunter Braxton Age: Eighteen. Voice Type: Deep, masculine, jock-ish. Personality: Absent-minded, impatient. Mini-Bio: Rhia's boyfriend. She came to him for help with schizophrenia. Sex: Male Line 1: "Yeah, okay, babe. It'll be alright after the party, okay?" (Out of it, not paying much attention to Rhia's cries.) Ivory Jones Age: Eighteen. Voice Type: Sweet, confident. Medium-High. Personality: Pushy. Mini-Bio: The girl who invited Eliza to the party. Sex: Female Line 1: "You want to stop being a loser right? Then let loose, Lizzy! Let's party!" (Excited, cheerful, pushy) Sabrina Wade Age: 20 Voice Type: High. Personality: Shy, quiet, sweet. Mini-Bio: Destin's girlfriend.Destin gets home one day, having a tough day at work. He expects dinner to be finished, and she doesn't have it done. After a short argument, he apologizes for acting so rash and for lashing out at her, Sabrina doesn't stop him from walking out of the door in the dead of the night for a walk. Sex: Female. Line 1: "I-I'm sorry. I've just been busy today." (Quiet, shaky, not wanting to fight) Extras As of now, anyone can be an extra. If you wouldn't mind being an extra, just put it in the email you send that you're up for it, so that if you're not cast (or even if you are), I can give you a role. If you would like to be an extra, but not audition for a main character, you can just leave that you'd be willing to do that. Audition Details Microphone Quality: Please no awful quality mics. No hissing, clicks, pops, anything annoying like that. If it can be saved with compression settings (or if you're just wonderful), I'll consider it. Send to: ReDead.TheRebellion@gmail.com Format: Mp3, WAV, .ZIP Template: Username_Character Name_Line Number Deadline February 10 (12:00am, your timezone), 2011 is the current deadline. It is subject to either lengthen or shorten, depending on the audition turn-out, so keep a close eye on it! If I get too many auditions for one character, I will cross them out, or even cast early. Auditions Received *Critique requested **Critique given. * Heaven Incarnate [VAA] carbon7e [VAA] Kingdomhearts530 [KHV] Kingdom_hearts_soras_girl [KHV] *xxxbodycount [VAA] Buster [VAA] RobborBoy fmaluv13 RosesofThorns SirUndead
