Semi-Literate+ RPers Club [DEAD;NEW LINK IN FIRST POST]

[gossypiumYeoman]

Not quite, I don't think. When they clone horses usually they can't have foals, but sometimes yes. Very rarely though.

Hmmm... interesting. That's a bit strange o3o How does it work that way, though?

Huh. I'm a bit stumped then... Ionno how else it could work :'D

[Toppyrocks]

I think it's a really confusing topic, but here's an article I found from a magazine on horse cloning. http://www.horsejournals.com/node/175 But you know what? It's a sci-fiction rp, and it has aliens, so you can probably tweek some things to make it simpler. I think I'd want to join for sure.

Now, I just had an idea for a silly little rp, just for fun. Did anyone read the series of books called the Littles or whatever when you were a kid? The ones about the family that was about five inches tall that lived inside the walls of a normal families house? And they had tails. What about an rp like that? One just for fun sort of, no deep philosophical stuff. Like no romance or war, just things like having to avoid birds when they went outside and stuff. Or the same but with mice.

[omori]

This story segment is based in the times of Native American tribes, and technology is long in the future. It has all been "translated" into English from the Native language(s).
They were never actually written in the Native language(s).
This is a "short version" and more detail may be added later.




Chapter One

I awoke slowly, the sun glistening in my eyes. Everything was silent except for the quiet rustles in the trees. I wanted to hear the peaceful birdsong that I used to wake up to every morning. I wanted to see the squirrels hopping from tree limb to tree limb, and the rabbits playfully bouncing around. But All I heard was my own quiet breathing; and all I could see was the trees slowly waving back and forth.

It hadn't always been like this. I was born and raised in a different tribe; one that loved nature. Animals were praised for simply living. We were the Tribe of Nature, and we were very respected by many other tribes. We often praised the animal called a Nahbai, otherwaise known as a weasel. Our tribe appreciated nature, whether it be trees, animals, insects, or anything else that we were blessed with in this world, and we tried our best to do no harm to it. We loved nature. There are always, however, others that think the complete opposite way than you.
It all happened when I finally got my "promotion" in my rank. I finally got to go out and gather fruit, which was a big deal in our tribe.

"Adsila!" my mother called. I trudged over to her. I wanted to leave for my gathering expedition now, but mother wanted to say goodbye, Again. "Adsila! I will miss you so much!" she said as she kissed my head.
"Mama," I groaned, pushing away from her. This continued for a while, until I finally got out of our Tribe camp.
My feet quietly slapped against the dirt and mud and I ran passed the many trees. The sagging, deep green trees were beautiful in every way possible. They looked more wonderful than anything I'd ever seen; except for other parts of nature. All nature was just as beautiful as the rest of it.
An eagle flying overhead seemed to be following my path; I laughed as I ran underneath it. The graceful bird seemed to speed up a bit and turn, and I followed, curious as to where the eagle was going. "Wait for me!" I yelled, chasing after it as fast as my legs could take me. The trees whirred by my face, and I would look down every once in a while to be sure no trees were in my path. But as I looked down one time, I saw the most beautiful thing I had ever seen so far.
A small lake stretched in front of me. I walked near the bank and looked into the water. It was so see-through, so crystal clear, that I could see every bright orange and red fish that swam by the shallow shores. There were bright green plants moving slowly back and fourth further into the water, and small shrubs surrounded the opposite side of the lake. I could already see the iridescent flowers growing on them; purple, orange, red, blue, yellow, and a few mixtures of white and blue, and pink and blue. I smiled at the beauty, and ran as fast as I could to the beautiful plants. They smelled just as good as they looked, and I sat down, taking in the scent of them, for at least a half an hour. I wanted this moment to last forever.
I heard a rustle in the bushes, and smiled to know that I wasn't the only one enjoying this beautiful place. It might have been a rabbit or a weasel, or even a beaver! I smiled one last time before turning back to the water. I took a final glance into the turquoise water and all of the beings in it before lifting my head up to get back to my mission. But just as I did so, I could have swore I saw another figure standing behind me. I did a double take, quickly swinging my head to look at the water; and sure enough, there stood somebody else, just behind me. And that's all I remember before I blacked out.

After being held prisoner, I learned all about this new Tribe. They hated animals and bugs; they believed that they were demons. It was impossibly hard to live a life that you didn't believe in; but I was forced to agree with their beliefs, or they would strike me until I did agree. After one year as a servant and prisoner to the tribe, they finally let me become an actual member. I had to swear to stay loyal to them forever, and they would do the same for me. After they let me become a member of the Tribe, it actually wasn't too bad; I didn't really have to talk to anybody. But one day would drastically change my life. Forever.
I ran through the forest again, this time simply taking a message to another Tribe member. But as I ran through the thick wood, I saw a strange figure in the corner of my eye. It was white; as white as anything I'd ever seen. It seemed to glow. I turned my head towards it, but it was gone. I stopped for a moment to think, and as I still stared in the direction, I swore I saw the same figure in my other eye. I turned towards it again, and yet again the figure was gone; and each time I turned my head, I saw the figure in another eye. It was small, about as long as my arm; that was all I could tell. But as I turned to look at it one last time, it floated there, in front of me, for a second or two.
"What a--" was all that I was able to get out before the figure went inside of me. It was excruciating pain for a moment, and I fell onto the forest floor. After that, the pain was gone. I sat there for a while, trying to think of what had just happened. But I remembered that I'd get in trouble for being away for so long, so I began to carry on with my mission.
Eventually I began to forget about the incident, telling myself that I was only thirsty. But my behavior told a different story. When I got angry, I would snarl; and when I slept, I would curl up. The Tribe seemed to notice this, because one night, I woke up with the Tribe leader leaning over me. I saw what he was doing. He held a sharp piece of flint near my throat. For a moment we just stared at each other, and I tried to think of why he was doing this. Then I remembered; animals were demons to them. I quickly kicked him backwards, and jumped up. I shot through the forest, everything whirring by again; and then I looked behind me. The Tribe leader, along with four others, were all chasing me down. The Tribe thought I was a demon; they thought I was a monster.
I looked back in front of me, only to see a shadow on the ground. It was the eagle. I looked up, panting but still running, and I followed the eagle. It lead me somewhere dangerous last time, but this time it was my only hope. The bird let out a yell, then began to fly higher, leaving me. I looked in front of me, and there it was; the edge of the Bluff of Hell. It was a high cliff that lead into nothingness. There were miles and miles of nothingness. I stopped abruptly at the edge, a few pebbles tumbling down into the abyss; they echoed until they got too far to hear. I gulped, then turned around to find my predators. Sure enough, they burst out of the trees; but they stopped when they saw my back to the edge. They watched closely as I took another inch towards it. They gasped. I don't know why; they wanted me dead anyway. Another inch closer. Another gasp. This was all improvising; I didn't know what to do next. They had me surrounded. And so there was only one way.
I turned my back to the five of them, and I jumped. But as I did so, I twisted my body back to face them, and grasped onto a few sharp rocks that shot out of the bluff. Another gasp, this time very loud. There was a bit of silence, and I then finally heard the shuffling of their feet as they walked away. I grimaced as the sharp rocks scratched my hands, but I climbed back up to the top, my hand forming over the edge. It was nice to feel the soft grass again. But, as I went to put my other hand up onto it as well, I screamed as a burning and stinging sensation erupted on my hand. I looked straight up to see the tribe leader cutting it with his flint.
"Goodbye, Adsila," he said, with a keen look in his eye, before standing up and kicking my hand.
And I fell.

...To Be Continued...? xD

[wolverine♥]

That's an interesting story...It's quite nice, actually. I like it, and the grammar is great! ^^; But...How could it be continued if he just fell off a cliff? Or maybe the animal spirit that was infused with him had flying abilities, whatever it was. But I don't think that many birds sleep curled up in balls. XD

[omori]

That's an interesting story...It's quite nice, actually. I like it, and the grammar is great! ^^; But...How could it be continued if he just fell off a cliff? Or maybe the animal spirit that was infused with him had flying abilities, whatever it was. But I don't think that many birds sleep curled up in balls. XD

I will write the next part later, since I already have it figured out. ;3 Nope, it's not a bird.

[wolverine♥]

That's great. ^^; I can't wait to see it. ;D Ohh, I wonder what?

[Toppyrocks]

I have a new horse rp planned, one that contains three herds, three stallion brothers and gaurdian pegasus.

[Nearmagic]

Form:
Username:Nearmagic
Favorite type of RP: It depends, really. But I think that I like human the best; at least right now.
Sample of writing: (This is from the book I was writing)

“Please?” Sophie asked her mom for the hundredth time; blinking her cyan-colored eyes innocently. To Sophie, it seemed her mother had to give in sometime; and that hope fueled her repetitive asking.
“Sophie Marie Nelson, I have already told you I am thinking about it. Asking again isn’t going to make me answer any sooner,” her mother answered; agitated that the question that she heard every day, at least twice a day, had been asked again.
“But mom, this trip means a lot to me,” Sophie said; trying her hardest not to whine, but failing miserably.
“Give it up, Sophie,” said her brother, acting like the know-it-all he was. As he left the room his dark mop of curls bounced; curls that seemed to be in Sophie’s business a lot lately.
“Stay out of this Nate! Mo-om! Tell him to leave me alone,” Sophie complained as her brother sauntered away.
“Nathan, don’t tease your sister,” Susan Nelson called after her only son, who was exceptionally bright; but also nerve racking. Running a long-fingered hand through her extraordinarily curly hair—which both of her children had inherited—she picked up her coffee mug; taking a long drink.
Seeing the conversation was over, Sophie had given up on convincing her mom to let her go on the trip, at least for the time being; and began to do the dishes. Scrubbing without mercy, Sophie’s dismay was taken out on the colorful fiesta plates; which by now, were sparkling.
“Soph, bring me that brochure again,” Susan said after a while, setting down her mug of coffee.
“What?” Sophie questioned, heart pounding; not believing what she had just heard.
“I said…” Susan began, only to be cut off by Sophie.
“Oh, mom!” Sophie gushed, running over to wrap her mom in a hug; smelling the sweet scent of raspberry shampoo. “I won’t let you down!”

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: I have none of my own

[blue_dun]

Username: blue_dun
Favorite type of RP: human/final fantasy type stuff, even though I would role-play animals if I found one that interested me.
Sample of writing:(This is one of my posts from an RP that I'm active in, the RP itself is not mine. We are on our second thread, and blazing through pages like a drag racing car. I think we all, for the most part, are pretty literate. We have our occasional exceptions, like when our fingers go too fast for our minds to catch up, but it's only occasional. I had to write this storyline once when I was grounded for two months and they jumped 500+ pages on me in my absence.)

Junko stood up and stretched. It seemed like he hadnt been outside in an eternity. He slung Fatale over his back and casually strolled out. He hadn't gone to visit his friends in a whole while. He wondered how Irene, Bryant, and Dru were doing.
Suddenly he heard a loud cry from two alleys over. He could tell it was a young girl, fifteen.... No! Francie! He leaped from one rooftop to another desperate to save his best friend's daughter.
He finally got sight of Francie, held at gunpoint by seven men. Not pistolpoint. AK-47point.
Now, why would a poor girl be held up by seven guys? You would assume that she's a beggar like most of Junko's friends.
But Francie isn't poor. Her father, Michael Schumacher, is one of the richest men in the world, not to mention one of the best Formula One drivers ever to walk the earth. Junko first met Mr. Schumacher in this exact alley, when the racing icon was being held at knifepoint.
Francie looked up, saw Junko, and mouthed "Help me!"
As Quick and as quiet as a cat, he leaped and landed inches behind where the leading gangster was standing, and planted Fatale in the ground directly behind the perp's heels. The guy whirled around and screamed, sending everything into a flurry. All of the other guys began firing at the same time, but Junko was quicker. He grabbed Francie and powerfully jumped to land on the roof of the old penthouse behind him. Setting Francie down, he put his finger to his lips and jumped back down to retrieve his sword.
The other guys and their fancy guns were little match for a 250-year old warrior.
They were all out cold and he was on his cell phone calling the police before Francie could count to 20.
"Lets go back to my place, and I'll take you home in the morning." Junko comforted Francie as they leaped off into the smoggy Tokyo sky.

They got to his loft and into the guest room. Eyes blazing, Junko harshly scolded Francie. "What in the world were you doing out there? You could have been injured, mugged- or worse! What a fright you gave me, Francine Schumacher!"
She flopped down on the bed. "I snuck out of the house so I could come see you. I knew dad wouldn't mind. But I had no Idea what to do when those... Men attacked me!" Sniffling, the girl threw her arms around his waist. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Junko Sir."
He sighed and let his breath out as slowly as possible. "Id lay you over my lap right now and spank you, but that's your father's job. You'll spend the night here and I'll take you back tomorrow."

The next day, at ten sharp, Junko and a obviously scared Francie stepped through the gates of Michael's estate. The man himself was sitting in a lawn chair by the pool. He looked up from the newspaper he was reading as they approached. His drawn face flushed with relief as he saw who it was. "FRANCINE MIKAYLA SCHUMACHER," he practically screamed, "Your mother and I were worried sick looking for you! It's a good thing that you're with Junko or we wouldn't have known what to do! Go to your room RIGHT NOW! and oh yes," He got up and wrapped his daughter in a bear hug, "I love you and Im glad youre safe. Your mom will be up in a few minutes." Francie went upstairs, and Michael turned his attention to Junko. "How could I ever repay you old buddy?" his voice was rife with relief. "Did you have to save her from a gang of thugs?"
Junko laughed. "Yeah, I did. Heh, got those perps good. No sweat. Make sure she obtains permission though before she goes and sees me next time ok?"
"I will. See ya, Junko. Keep goin strong homie." they rawk fisted, a ceremony between them that wad always observed very carefully, and Junko gave one last smile to Francie, in her bedroom window, and left.
But if he were to look a little bit to the right, he would have seen a shocking sight- one of his old enemies seemingly returned from the grave...
"Heheh." the man smiled wickedly. "Ill get my hands on and kill Junko Kisune yet."
(dum dum dum!)

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: Darkness&Light calls it Human/Anime Role Play, but if I were to name it, it would be called Kokana Dreamz. You can find our first, abandoned, 1,693 paged thread here, and our new thread here.

[Nautica]

Hey guys, I just started a new RP. It's based in the Ice Age and it should be pretty interesting (:
If any of you are interested, here's the link:
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