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 Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 9:48 am
Ok so I havent been active for a while so I thought I should start a different kinda RP. This one is simple, one person starts a story and then they pass it on to another person who goes from there and so on. Here are the rules.
You must have signed up for the campfire to be part of it, you can only pass a story to someone who is signed up.
Story parts should be at least 10 sentences.
If your going to sign up just post that you want to be in the campfire. The RP begins the beginning of Feb.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 9:56 am
Here is the format for this RP. THe story is in the third person, and you need to use grammar. Once your told to tell the story here is what it should look like. Lets say I've been told to continue the story.
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Oh dang its my turn? Um, ok I'll give it a shot sweatdrop
So as we left off so-n-so was fighting the evil um... mouse people who had..... shrunk him as a part of the diabolicle plot of some sort. Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah...and thats why he's wearing a dress now
And I shall pass the story onto... YOU!
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So for a recap, when you are talking to the other people at the campsite you use regular font and when your telling the story it should be italicized and bolded. Have fun, sign up starts now. Oh and if you want to say that your doing something just write what your doing in bracket things ()
Example BLAH BLAH BLAH (catches breath) BLAH BLAH BLAH
Have Fun...again ^^
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 9:20 am
Well, since no one's going, I'll go first, though my story is a bit one-sided...
(She stands up, blowing the campfire out in the process, which is like a candle to her. She says in a mischevious voice: ) Let's get started, shall we?
(Then I use a darker, more evil tone)Once long ago, there was no forest here. Instesd, this very spot used to be a prision for the most dangerous of criminals.
(A shadow appears above her nose) But what I'm about to tell you isn't about the dangerous criminals... but the most dangerous of them all.
(She waits as the group leans closer to her.)
The girl with the silver bell.
(She notices that they look at her in confusion)
You heard me right.
This paticular girl was imprissioned aginst her will, in the deepest cell, for reasons unknown. Hours turned into days. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into years, and eventually, she was forgotten.
Her body was left to rot away, but her bell lingered for decades. It was sitting next to a large spot, about this size. (I say this as I put my hands apart from each other to tell them the size.)
It went unknown to everybody even in the facility... At least, until they decided to use that floor again half a century later.
During that time, mysterious ringing could be heard about the prision, calling passed away souls and leading them to her mark. As it absorbed them, it became bigger as the ghost became stronger, and eventually, it became strong enough, from possesing a host, to becoming a douple-ganger, to being able to pull the souls from their living flesh by herself. when you see yourself, or feel her cold, misty hands, it means your end is near.
By then, the mark had almost completely filled the bottommost floor, and had begin seeping onto the next floor up. More and more criminals died as the mark continued to grow.
Afraid that this would make it out into the public, the head chief rounded up and transfered the prisioners, demolished the facility, and burried it.
He thought it was all over, but no. He was far from it.
He had not only felt a chill on his face, but all over his body as well. the ghost had risen, now many times her size, along with her bell. She was displeased of his actions and his pleas fell on deaf ears. Needless to say, he had met a bitter end.
As the girl feasted on passed away souls, Years turned into decades, and decades turned into centuries. During that time a forest had tooken place here.
Now they say that the girl watches over that forest, looking for spirits to devour. When you get a strange vibe... (chuckles evily)... You might just be next on her menu.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 9:57 am
Cool idea.... (shivers realizing we're in a forest) but lets wait a bit for more people to join in the story, ok?
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 3:45 pm
(Her eyes are overshadowed as she chuckles evily, digging into her pocket.) I'm afraid... that won't be able to do... (her voice becomes split as she pulls out a silver bell, similar to the one told in her story as the fireplace ignites again, this time with a blue flame.) You see... the story I talked about... Is this very place.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 9:27 pm
Meep eek (is only 3 and a half inches tall) ...tha....that's a good trick... weird you learn it? (hides behind a log but his head is peaking out enough to see Shade)
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 9:33 pm
It's nothing, really. I'm just borrowing this host...
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 9:13 am
Borrowing this host? ....how do I know your telling the truth? stare
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 12:16 pm
(The flame intensifys greatly as she moves her hand toward it.)
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 3:22 pm
GAH! (hides with arms covering my head) ....ok I believe you.... so....um...what are you doing here? sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 6:10 pm
SO!!! I guess I'll join...( Seven foot-five cobra Md sat down by the campfire noticing Maniak by his foot) Hey Maniak I hear you guys telling ghost stories so...should I continue the story or we wait till....February (His voice shook disgusted by saying the month. Grabbing a bag of smores he popped a few into his mouth greedily before noticing Shade holding a silver bell with a weird smile) .....What's with the bell is it Christmas already (pulls out a shotgun) WHERE ARE YOU SANTA...I got a present for you (shoots it in the air)
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