those of you wondering why i don't have an active RP (so far none). i try. but whenever i get to the rules section of it my computer restarts. computer: i realise what your telling me and i give up.
(( Alright, I've decided to dig this up and jump back into the ring.
Name (Obvious) : Nate Yellow
Mob (Bat, Pig, ect.) : Cat
Appearance: Cat-like
Bio (It doesn't have to be lengthy) : Nate Yellow grew up in a lavish house on a river with his mother and father. Nate loved riddles and puzzles. One day his father gave him a puzzle cube to play with. Nate loved it dearly. Nate's father, Barry Yellow, taught Nate to be kind and charitable. Barry would take his son an mission trips to help poor communities. One day on a mission trip, a wolf mauled Nate's father and scratched Nate across the torso. A few pigs saw this happen and ran over. The wolf scurried off into the forest. Nate's father died and Nate was left with a scar running from his right nipple to his left hip. When Nate came home with the news, his mother was devastated. She jumped into the river and drowned. Nate sold his belongings and donated his house to the community. All he had left was his puzzle cube. He has been bouncing from place to place ever since, and has a prejudice against wolves. Nate still carries on with his charitable ways, he just never helps wolves.
Personality: Nate is a helpful guy. He's friendly to everyone except wolves, who he is wary of. Nate's mind tends to jump
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(( Alright, I've decided to dig this up and jump back into the ring.
Name (Obvious) : Nate Yellow
Mob (Bat, Pig, ect.) : Cat
Appearance: Cat-like
Bio (It doesn't have to be lengthy) : Nate Yellow grew up in a lavish house on a river with his mother and father. Nate loved riddles and puzzles. One day his father gave him a puzzle cube to play with. Nate loved it dearly. Nate's father, Barry Yellow, taught Nate to be kind and charitable. Barry would take his son an mission trips to help poor communities. One day on a mission trip, a wolf mauled Nate's father and scratched Nate across the torso. A few pigs saw this happen and ran over. The wolf scurried off into the forest. Nate's father died and Nate was left with a scar running from his right nipple to his left hip. When Nate came home with the news, his mother was devastated. She jumped into the river and drowned. Nate sold his belongings and donated his house to the community. All he had left was his puzzle cube. He has been bouncing from place to place ever since, and has a prejudice against wolves. Nate still carries on with his charitable ways, he just never helps wolves.
Personality: Nate is a helpful guy. He's friendly to everyone except wolves, who he is wary of. Nate's mind tends to jumo
CHEETO PUFF ))
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((The application format has recently been updated with an abilities section that you'd probably want to add too.))
(( When I picture Nate, I just don't see him having "special abilities". I know that unique abilities are a core part of any game/roleplay, but I just can't picture him any other way than he is now. His only "special abilities" would be that he's smart, witty, and pays close attention to detail, but that's just part of his personality. Nate's more of a batman/arrow type character. He's just a cat, but he is resourceful enough to get around.))
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"The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass,
it becomes a mysterious, awesome, incredibly magnificent world in itself"-Henry Miller
((Ugh $#*@% the space-time continuum. I want in!))
Snitch and Snatch finally approached the city that everyone was talking about. Theift, or something. They walked in to find themselves completely surrounded by tall-ish structures, large boxes of food, and lots of strange but delicious smells. It was like being in a small ravine made of hard sand, with truckloads of free foods giving lovely smells. Snitch was impressed, as he had never seen any kind of structures before other than the end cities. It was an amazing experience, seeing something that was so alien to him. Walking further into the town, it Snatch noticed that it was getting denser and denser with all kinds of mobs the further he walked in. As he didn't like crowds of strangers, he decided to stay within a medium-distance of the center, so that it wasn't so busy. "So...What do you want to do now?" Snatch asked Snitch. Before Snitch could say anything a villager yelled out to them, "Hey! You there! You look famished! Do you want something to eat? Howabout some good ol' beetroot soup?" Snitch just shyly hid himself in his shell, but still had it open an inch or two so he could see what was going on. The villager's shouting had startled him, but Snatch seemed to just become happy. Snatch strolled towards the villager, who was behind a wooden box thing seemingly selling food, and said "Yes please. I'm starving! I must've walked three thousand chunks since my last meal! Oh, I don't need to pay you for it, do I?" "Of course not!," the villager replied while handing him the bowl of purple liquid, "This is a charity event!" "Thanks!" Snatch replied, grabbing the bowl, "Hey, do you want anything, Snitch?" "Umm, well I don't need to-. Uh, I mean no thanks. I'm fine." The villager then replied to Snatch's remark with, "Well, suit yourself! Remember we have lots of food to share between everyone. You can come back any time!" Snatch, who had already eaten all of his beetroot soup, asked, "Uh, can I have more please?" "Of course!" The villager said, "Do you want more of the same or something else? We also have, lets see, rabbit stew, some cake, a few loafs of brea-" "I think I'll try the rabbit stew," Snatch butted in, memorised by how delicious the bowl of stew looked. "Uh, sure!" replied the villager. Snatch said "Thanks!" while taking the bowel. He then turned away from the villager, saying "Uh, thanks for your service," before getting the response, "No problem!"
And so the two mobs walked on around the village, as Snatch struggled to both carry Snatch and eat a delicious bowl of rabbit stew at the same time...
[[OoooOOOHH I can't believe I've never seen this part of the forums before! I'm going to love this This is the perfect story for me, and since you seem to be still accepting I'll jump right in... though it looks like there are already a lot of Endermen/Enderwomen, so I'll choose something else to be.]]
[[
Name: Has never told anyone his name. (If he has to give a name, he simply writes W.) But is absolutely fine with almost any nickname given to him, and will rather be called whatever that person/mob has decided to name him.
Mob: Cave Spider
Bio: Tiny cave spider, smallest of his brood, who got lost in the caves after exploring too far. Ended up at the surface and has never stopped exploring since. Never speaks. Ever. All communication is through actions, and drawing in sand, dirt, or with webs.
Appearance: Very, very small, (like a fourth of a block), normal cave spider except with dark green accents and eyes.
Personality: Artistic, fairly creative, and totally silent. Unknown whether this is because he can't speak, or he won't speak. Does not like to fight.
Abilities: Can spin strong webs like a pro, climb walls, is fairly easy to look over, and for some reason his venom is much more potent than a normal sized Cave Spider. Perhaps because it is much more condensed.
But he runs out of spider silk fairly quickly and venom even faster, very light and so easily thrown/squashed, and isn't the fastest creature on the planet, because of how small he is. (Tiny legs)
Other: In spite of all his wandering, had never tasted a Cheeto Puff.
]]
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((Well Yey. Once you all progress to a point within the village, I am hoping for there to be some conflict, so I can then join my character in. I have a sorta heroic way into bringing him into the storyline.))
((Well Yey. Once you all progress to a point within the village, I am hoping for there to be some conflict, so I can then join my character in. I have a sorta heroic way into bringing him into the storyline.))
((I'm still here, just waiting for some action. Maybe a villager could start bothering/threatening the mobs or something?))
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Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
[[Um so... did I happen to get accepted, if you are still accepting? I would love to be a part of this. ]]
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[[OoooOOOHH I can't believe I've never seen this part of the forums before! I'm going to love this This is the perfect story for me, and since you seem to be still accepting I'll jump right in... though it looks like there are already a lot of Endermen/Enderwomen, so I'll choose something else to be.]]
[[
Name: Has never told anyone his name. (If he has to give a name, he simply writes W.) But is absolutely fine with almost any nickname given to him, and will rather be called whatever that person/mob has decided to name him.
Mob: Cave Spider
Bio: Tiny cave spider, smallest of his brood, who got lost in the caves after exploring too far. Ended up at the surface and has never stopped exploring since. Never speaks. Ever. All communication is through actions, and drawing in sand, dirt, or with webs.
Appearance: Very, very small, (like a fourth of a block), normal cave spider except with dark green accents and eyes.
Personality: Artistic, fairly creative, and totally silent. Unknown whether this is because he can't speak, or he won't speak. Does not like to fight.
Abilities: Can spin strong webs like a pro, climb walls, is fairly easy to look over, and for some reason his venom is much more potent than a normal sized Cave Spider. Perhaps because it is much more condensed.
But he runs out of spider silk fairly quickly and venom even faster, very light and so easily thrown/squashed, and isn't the fastest creature on the planet, because of how small he is. (Tiny legs)
Other: In spite of all his wandering, had never tasted a Cheeto Puff.
]]
[[I'm sitting on the edge of my seat This hasn't been posted to for four days now, but hopefully it can get started up again... I read through every page, so I hope I didn't miss anything.]]
//Welcome! We were thinking you should change your size to just under a silverfish, but we'll let it slide. Just try to find a way to make him more visible.\\
(( Alright, I've decided to dig this up and jump back into the ring.
Name (Obvious) : Nate Yellow
Mob (Bat, Pig, ect.) : Cat
Appearance: Cat-like
Bio (It doesn't have to be lengthy) : Nate Yellow grew up in a lavish house on a river with his mother and father. Nate loved riddles and puzzles. One day his father gave him a puzzle cube to play with. Nate loved it dearly. Nate's father, Barry Yellow, taught Nate to be kind and charitable. Barry would take his son an mission trips to help poor communities. One day on a mission trip, a wolf mauled Nate's father and scratched Nate across the torso. A few pigs saw this happen and ran over. The wolf scurried off into the forest. Nate's father died and Nate was left with a scar running from his right nipple to his left hip. When Nate came home with the news, his mother was devastated. She jumped into the river and drowned. Nate sold his belongings and donated his house to the community. All he had left was his puzzle cube. He has been bouncing from place to place ever since, and has a prejudice against wolves. Nate still carries on with his charitable ways, he just never helps wolves.
Personality: Nate is a helpful guy. He's friendly to everyone except wolves, who he is wary of. Nate's mind tends to jumo
CHEETO PUFF ))
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Once John and Stone had eaten to the point of satisfaction, the silence between them died. Their conversation jumped all over the place, as if it was released from imprisonment and consumed by energy. leaping from family to philosophy to corny jokes and then back again as quickly as one could realize that the topic had changed in the first place. Eventually they started pointing out how strange it was that every villager there was giving away food, and none were doing any other job.
They watched the door to one of the nearby structures for what felt like an hour until someone came out of it. But in that door way was not a villager, but a golem; a golem not made of iron, mind you, nor cobblestone for that matter, but obsidian. Its presence drove a shiver down John's spine. He knew that he should avoid eye contact, but he couldn't keep his eyes off it. Stone, the meeker of the two, sharply turned away, only to find another golem walking into the village among the crowd, and another strolling around the perimeter. John and Stone looked at each other with fear in their eyes. The silence between them was revived.
One obsidian golem in one second, picked up one torch, let it fall to the ground, setting one pavilion ablaze, causing one town to descend into chaos.
((As soon as I can think of a good plot post I'll post it.))
Riyguy_Gaming, Founder of the Gaming Army.
Working on projects right now, PM me for details.
((YAY, sorry for the wait i forgot to sub to the thread)
((now i can't think of something to say....))
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those of you wondering why i don't have an active RP (so far none). i try. but whenever i get to the rules section of it my computer restarts. computer: i realise what your telling me and i give up.
(( Alright, I've decided to dig this up and jump back into the ring.
Name (Obvious) : Nate Yellow
Mob (Bat, Pig, ect.) : Cat
Appearance: Cat-like
Bio (It doesn't have to be lengthy) : Nate Yellow grew up in a lavish house on a river with his mother and father. Nate loved riddles and puzzles. One day his father gave him a puzzle cube to play with. Nate loved it dearly. Nate's father, Barry Yellow, taught Nate to be kind and charitable. Barry would take his son an mission trips to help poor communities. One day on a mission trip, a wolf mauled Nate's father and scratched Nate across the torso. A few pigs saw this happen and ran over. The wolf scurried off into the forest. Nate's father died and Nate was left with a scar running from his right nipple to his left hip. When Nate came home with the news, his mother was devastated. She jumped into the river and drowned. Nate sold his belongings and donated his house to the community. All he had left was his puzzle cube. He has been bouncing from place to place ever since, and has a prejudice against wolves. Nate still carries on with his charitable ways, he just never helps wolves.
Personality: Nate is a helpful guy. He's friendly to everyone except wolves, who he is wary of. Nate's mind tends to jump
Abilities: Nate can do things that cats do.
Other: CHEETO PUFF
//AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
I haven't been on in a month. I've had so much to do and I also had a panic attack recently. So sorry!
I want to say something without it being one line of dialogue and some thoughts that don't relate to the situation.\\
I killed 5 Jedi today. What did you do?
Enter the Void.
((The application format has recently been updated with an abilities section that you'd probably want to add too.))
(( When I picture Nate, I just don't see him having "special abilities". I know that unique abilities are a core part of any game/roleplay, but I just can't picture him any other way than he is now. His only "special abilities" would be that he's smart, witty, and pays close attention to detail, but that's just part of his personality. Nate's more of a batman/arrow type character. He's just a cat, but he is resourceful enough to get around.))
((Ugh $#*@% the space-time continuum. I want in!))
Snitch and Snatch finally approached the city that everyone was talking about. Theift, or something. They walked in to find themselves completely surrounded by tall-ish structures, large boxes of food, and lots of strange but delicious smells. It was like being in a small ravine made of hard sand, with truckloads of free foods giving lovely smells. Snitch was impressed, as he had never seen any kind of structures before other than the end cities. It was an amazing experience, seeing something that was so alien to him. Walking further into the town, it Snatch noticed that it was getting denser and denser with all kinds of mobs the further he walked in. As he didn't like crowds of strangers, he decided to stay within a medium-distance of the center, so that it wasn't so busy. "So...What do you want to do now?" Snatch asked Snitch. Before Snitch could say anything a villager yelled out to them, "Hey! You there! You look famished! Do you want something to eat? Howabout some good ol' beetroot soup?" Snitch just shyly hid himself in his shell, but still had it open an inch or two so he could see what was going on. The villager's shouting had startled him, but Snatch seemed to just become happy. Snatch strolled towards the villager, who was behind a wooden box thing seemingly selling food, and said "Yes please. I'm starving! I must've walked three thousand chunks since my last meal! Oh, I don't need to pay you for it, do I?" "Of course not!," the villager replied while handing him the bowl of purple liquid, "This is a charity event!" "Thanks!" Snatch replied, grabbing the bowl, "Hey, do you want anything, Snitch?" "Umm, well I don't need to-. Uh, I mean no thanks. I'm fine." The villager then replied to Snatch's remark with, "Well, suit yourself! Remember we have lots of food to share between everyone. You can come back any time!" Snatch, who had already eaten all of his beetroot soup, asked, "Uh, can I have more please?" "Of course!" The villager said, "Do you want more of the same or something else? We also have, lets see, rabbit stew, some cake, a few loafs of brea-" "I think I'll try the rabbit stew," Snatch butted in, memorised by how delicious the bowl of stew looked. "Uh, sure!" replied the villager. Snatch said "Thanks!" while taking the bowel. He then turned away from the villager, saying "Uh, thanks for your service," before getting the response, "No problem!"
And so the two mobs walked on around the village, as Snatch struggled to both carry Snatch and eat a delicious bowl of rabbit stew at the same time...
So basically, I'm stupid.
((....What happened to everyone? ))
So basically, I'm stupid.
[[OoooOOOHH I can't believe I've never seen this part of the forums before! I'm going to love this This is the perfect story for me, and since you seem to be still accepting I'll jump right in... though it looks like there are already a lot of Endermen/Enderwomen, so I'll choose something else to be.]]
[[
Name: Has never told anyone his name. (If he has to give a name, he simply writes W.) But is absolutely fine with almost any nickname given to him, and will rather be called whatever that person/mob has decided to name him.
Mob: Cave Spider
Bio: Tiny cave spider, smallest of his brood, who got lost in the caves after exploring too far. Ended up at the surface and has never stopped exploring since. Never speaks. Ever. All communication is through actions, and drawing in sand, dirt, or with webs.
Appearance: Very, very small, (like a fourth of a block), normal cave spider except with dark green accents and eyes.
Personality: Artistic, fairly creative, and totally silent. Unknown whether this is because he can't speak, or he won't speak. Does not like to fight.
Abilities: Can spin strong webs like a pro, climb walls, is fairly easy to look over, and for some reason his venom is much more potent than a normal sized Cave Spider. Perhaps because it is much more condensed.
But he runs out of spider silk fairly quickly and venom even faster, very light and so easily thrown/squashed, and isn't the fastest creature on the planet, because of how small he is. (Tiny legs)
Other: In spite of all his wandering, had never tasted a Cheeto Puff.
]]
[[I'm sitting on the edge of my seat This hasn't been posted to for four days now, but hopefully it can get started up again... I read through every page, so I hope I didn't miss anything.]]
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//GameMaster Ninty here! All of us GMs are working hard to post the next story installment. We're determined to keep LAAM alive. Don't worry!
((Well Yey. Once you all progress to a point within the village, I am hoping for there to be some conflict, so I can then join my character in. I have a sorta heroic way into bringing him into the storyline.))
Riyguy_Gaming, Founder of the Gaming Army.
Working on projects right now, PM me for details.
((I'm still here, just waiting for some action. Maybe a villager could start bothering/threatening the mobs or something?))
Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
Hipster Jesus liked you before you were cool.
((Should we start another sub-plot? xD))
Riyguy_Gaming, Founder of the Gaming Army.
Working on projects right now, PM me for details.
//Ahem.
I think it's time to advance the plot, no?
Let's do a little timeskip and say we're now all in the city in one way or another.\\
I killed 5 Jedi today. What did you do?
Enter the Void.
[[Um so... did I happen to get accepted, if you are still accepting? I would love to be a part of this. ]]
The Wyrm Watches. The Wyrm knows. The Wyrm reads. The Wyrm Animates too! Check me out at the WyrmWorks Channel on Youtube!
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//We're about to start the raid.
Hopefully.
And BookWyrm, we're debating your app as you read this.
~GameMaster Greevee
\\
I killed 5 Jedi today. What did you do?
Enter the Void.
(( Ooo, I can't wait to be raided ))
So basically, I'm stupid.
((Bring it on. I've been waiting for some action.))
Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
Hipster Jesus liked you before you were cool.
//Welcome! We were thinking you should change your size to just under a silverfish, but we'll let it slide. Just try to find a way to make him more visible.\\
//Accepted, but your application is outdated. Please remember to add any details you may have excluded.\\
I killed 5 Jedi today. What did you do?
Enter the Void.
Once John and Stone had eaten to the point of satisfaction, the silence between them died. Their conversation jumped all over the place, as if it was released from imprisonment and consumed by energy. leaping from family to philosophy to corny jokes and then back again as quickly as one could realize that the topic had changed in the first place. Eventually they started pointing out how strange it was that every villager there was giving away food, and none were doing any other job.
They watched the door to one of the nearby structures for what felt like an hour until someone came out of it. But in that door way was not a villager, but a golem; a golem not made of iron, mind you, nor cobblestone for that matter, but obsidian. Its presence drove a shiver down John's spine. He knew that he should avoid eye contact, but he couldn't keep his eyes off it. Stone, the meeker of the two, sharply turned away, only to find another golem walking into the village among the crowd, and another strolling around the perimeter. John and Stone looked at each other with fear in their eyes. The silence between them was revived.
One obsidian golem in one second, picked up one torch, let it fall to the ground, setting one pavilion ablaze, causing one town to descend into chaos.
EDIT: a few grammatical fixes.