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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 2:33 pm
This is a story everyone in the guild can join in on. It will all start with one post and go on from there.
How exactly it works: -I'll start this all off with one post. This post will be the beginning of a story. -Whoever post next gets to decide where it goes from there, then the next person does the same, and so on. -As much as I personally love writing in first person I do realize it isn't practical for something like this, so this will all be in third person. -Characters can be added whenever you would like, you can also change whoever you want the story to focused on if you so wish. (Just know that the person after you can do that too, so make good use out of your post.) -There isn't an order you have to follow to post, just post whenever you get the time. (If you just happen to be about to post and someone gets there before you I'm sorry, that's just how it happens.) -A list of the characters will be posted below, but there won't be any description seeing as they are built upon as the story goes. -This story can really go just about anywhere. -THIS IS NOT AN RP, IT'S A STORY!
Rules: -Follow Gaia rules, like always. -Please keep your post around 500 or less. -Use paragraph structure please. -No dissing what other people have written. -Go with the flow. (If the person before put an action in motion don't ignore it.) -Try to be some what literate. (Little mistakes are bound to happen, no ones perfect.) -No fancy colors or alignment, just plain jain posts when it's part of the story. -If you do add a character to the story try and make sure you elaborate a bit on how they act so to help others later when using that character to move on with the story. -If someone doesn't use the character you made quite, or at all, how you imagined it, don't get mad, that's just how it works. -You can't just go about killing off characters. -Crazy drastic storyline changes must take more than one post to do. (So plan wisely.) -You can't post more than once in a row. -If you want to hold a spot to post to make sure no one else is going to post before you can finish just post: "Working on this post, hold your horses." Then go back and edit in your story on that post you saved. (You must be working on it right that moment to be able to hold that spot. If it takes you more than two hours I WILL delete that post so others can post.)
I've only ever seen this done a few times, so I'm just kind of swinging it right now. Please don't hold it against me if this doesn't quite fully make sense. And if you do have questions please post them in Dark Red.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 2:35 pm
Characters Will Be Listed Here (Just to be clean, when you make a character you are putting it out for everyone to use, abuse, and interpret as they wish.) ~ Colton (male) ~ Pauline (female)
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 2:37 pm
This is just a little something to get your brains working. I'm not making any characters yet, just gonna leave that up to you all for now. Remember, this can go anywhere/everywhere you all want, this is everyones story.
The morning use to be such a great thing. Always the sun peaking over the horizon to dance across peoples eyelids till they awoke, birds singing in a long now forgotten key, and the refreshing feeling of a good nights rest. Then the day came when the sun never rose over the horizon, the birds stopped singing altogether, and the people woke with a fear as deep as the universe is old. This day is now known in history as the beginning of the end, although the end has not yet come, and no one quite knows when it will. No one disputes it's on it's way though.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 6:12 pm
Eh, I don't really have too much in mind for Colton. He's a morally flawed man, living in an even more flawed world. Feel free to take any liberties you want with the setting.
Colton Weiss took a long drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out with the toe of his boot. Through the dim haze of the morning sky, he could see the faint glow of Earth's second moon, crimson light reflected off it's intermediate steel alloy. It would be ready to leave soon, taking with it humanity's chosen few.
He slid his hands into the pocket of his trench coat, and made his way down the decaying streets, his revolver slung around his side. The police were beginning to lose control of the rioting, and the violence was spilling out into his district.
A security guard dressed like a Haitian Voodoo priest was waiting outside the Eschaton. Colton was a regular, and the bouncer just nodded as he went into the night club. He had a meeting with Pauline, and one way or another, he planned on keeping it.
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