schrodinger
10-24-2009, 06:08 PM
This is not a normal rpg. Assuming no one else joins, i will be doing it by myself..... if you do want to join, just make a name for your charachter, and describe a basic apeerence. You will be figuring out what powers, etc you have durring the rpg.
Normal rpg rules do not nessacarily apply here......well...some do....but what is considered godmodding elsewhere has the potential to work here.
oh yeah.....and dont apply if you cant roleplay seriously.
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Tales of infinity Chronichle 1
"Evermore it flows about us
Turning understanding to uncertainty.
Evermore it lights the path
Turning uncertainty into action.
Evermore it fills our dreams
Turning action into Understanding.
Never shall it fade, never shall it die
I speak of all infinity, my mind to ever fly."
Thus speaking, the old man closed the tome ballenced upon his knee..... "Now, you need your rest" he said kindly, stroking the head of the small child before him....... "Will you read to me again tomarow grandpa?" He asked, his small voice emiting from below a blanket he had pulled up to his chin...... "Yes.....of course......" the old man said....now, his smile was sad... "Ill try to be here nice and early......" He continued....... "Goodnight......may your dreams be lit by happyness." The old man said....his grey hair lit strangly by the lamp........ then, turning out the light....he turned away......sheding a single tear......it fell through the air...landing on the carpet below....and then.....as if he had never existed...the old man dissapeered.
The next morning, the boy awoke.....it was snowing outside the window.....the white snow came down, covering everything in a smothering, erasing coat of white......usually, the snow was something that the boy welcomed.....something he enjoyed......but he found himself softly crying.....as the snow fell....it covered up something more than the landscape......for, as the boy watched the snow fall, he slowly began to forget someone......he began to forget the promise that had been made.......and then......he was no longer crying.......he was exited....he couldnt remember why there had been tears on his face. It was snowing, and he was happy......throwing on a coat, and boots, he ran out through the hallway, down the front steps.....and into the blank white of a snowy day........when night came......his grandfather wasnt there....but he didnt care......he had never known his grandfather.......
Normal rpg rules do not nessacarily apply here......well...some do....but what is considered godmodding elsewhere has the potential to work here.
oh yeah.....and dont apply if you cant roleplay seriously.
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Tales of infinity Chronichle 1
"Evermore it flows about us
Turning understanding to uncertainty.
Evermore it lights the path
Turning uncertainty into action.
Evermore it fills our dreams
Turning action into Understanding.
Never shall it fade, never shall it die
I speak of all infinity, my mind to ever fly."
Thus speaking, the old man closed the tome ballenced upon his knee..... "Now, you need your rest" he said kindly, stroking the head of the small child before him....... "Will you read to me again tomarow grandpa?" He asked, his small voice emiting from below a blanket he had pulled up to his chin...... "Yes.....of course......" the old man said....now, his smile was sad... "Ill try to be here nice and early......" He continued....... "Goodnight......may your dreams be lit by happyness." The old man said....his grey hair lit strangly by the lamp........ then, turning out the light....he turned away......sheding a single tear......it fell through the air...landing on the carpet below....and then.....as if he had never existed...the old man dissapeered.
The next morning, the boy awoke.....it was snowing outside the window.....the white snow came down, covering everything in a smothering, erasing coat of white......usually, the snow was something that the boy welcomed.....something he enjoyed......but he found himself softly crying.....as the snow fell....it covered up something more than the landscape......for, as the boy watched the snow fall, he slowly began to forget someone......he began to forget the promise that had been made.......and then......he was no longer crying.......he was exited....he couldnt remember why there had been tears on his face. It was snowing, and he was happy......throwing on a coat, and boots, he ran out through the hallway, down the front steps.....and into the blank white of a snowy day........when night came......his grandfather wasnt there....but he didnt care......he had never known his grandfather.......