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[Corvette]

The prologue life of a country dog-




" Trigger leapt upon the haystacks until he reached the one on the very end of the line. That was his haystack that he lay on twenty four - seven; unless he was leading towards battle or checking on the other dogs. Three other haystacks lie on their sides, wobbling a little from the breeze. Trigger wasn't interrupted for a while, so he lie his head on his forearms and fluttered his eyes closed. "Triggy!" a voice yelled from below. Trigger groaned, for he knew all to well who it was and what they wanted. It was his little runt of the litter sister, Kerosene. Yes, he loved her, but she was annoying like hell. Trigger tried to ignore her but she kept on and on. She tried to jump up on the end raking down pieces of hay, where the green netting wasn't blocking; so she couldn't places her claws in the holes to get a grip. "Triggy! Wake up!" she yelled at her bigger brother. "I am awake. What do want?" he snapped, lifting his head and rising up, looking down at her. "I want to go hunting." "You're too young." he spat. "I'm only a year younger than you.." "And why do you think that is?" he asked, rudely. "Because mom,-" she paused. She knew she was the runt but didn't know how it happened. "I don't know... Because she wasn't finished I guess?" this made him chuckle. "Merle should be back from a hunting trip, maybe she'll take you." Kerosene beamed with joy. Merle was Trigger's mate and Kerosene loved her. Kerosene sat and placed her front paws on the front on the haystack and looked up at Trigger. "Merle!" she yelled. Trigger opened his eyes and felt his haystack wobble. Merle had come from behind and sat next to her mate. Trigger looked over his shoulder and Merle dropped a trout fish on his forearms, he quickly slid his front legs apart and let it fall in between them. He placed a paw on the fish t hold it down while he bit into it and savored the taste. "Thanks, Merle." She nodded and the replied that he was a lazy ass and should catch his own food, but she smiled the entire time she said it. "Merle!" Kerosene yelled from below, waiting for a reply. She looked down and saw her mate's sister. "Yes?" she asked. "I want to go hunting!" she yelled again, then began jumping up with excitement. Merle looked Trigger and cocked an eyebrow. "She want's you to take her hunting." he boasted taking another bite. "Why don't you do it?" "Because she likes you better.."


Merle sighed, "All right," Kerosene perked her ears up. "We'll go hunting." Kerosene smiled with joy and yelled that she wouldn't take long to train. "I promise I won't let you down!" she said as Merle hopped down and motioned to Kerosene to follow. Which she did. She didn't want to miss one piece of advice Merle would give her. Merle was one of the best hunters that she knew of. She wanted to be just like her. Except one thing, being mates with a bonehead like her brother. But she loved him anyway. Just like Merle did. Kerosene couldn't keep in her happiness. She talked the whole way there. Where ever they were going. When will we get there Kerosene thought, exhausted from walking so far. She decided falling behind wouldn't do any good so she began jogging to keep up with Merle. She began panting, gradually slowing down. She didn't give up though. She kept on and on until she bumped Merle's back leg. Merle had stopped and Kerosene was unaware of it until she hit her with her small head. "You okay?" Merle asked, chuckling a little. "I'm fine," she smiled. "why'd we stop?" she finished. "Because we're here." Merle smiled, bobbing her head to the north. Kerosene picked herself up and looked around. Trees and grass covered the area in many shades of green and yellow. "Wow." she gasped, not ever knowing she had said it, she was fixated on the scenery.


"Listen well. You'll need to remember this for life." Merle smiled. Kerosene nodded eagerly. "Now, this is what you have to do..." "

Well, that's the story of Kerosene. The story of how she.. well.. was. It wasn't until Merle became ill and was on her death bed. Kerosene and her big brother were devastated. Trigger was loosing his mate, and Kerosene was loosing her best friend. There's no telling how long this little fae of a dog cried after her friend died, but let's just say she was taken from the country and sent away from her troubles and her family. Kerosene was three years when she was sold to local, or should I say, city dwellers, for money. Kerosene herself was a stray until some country people called her theirs, then sold her to... British people! Outrageous! What did Kerosene do when she arrived in London? Well, she was destined to become a stray, and so she did, and continue her brothers dog pack there. So she did. She became the leader of several London strays and was often loved by most. It wasn't until the fae turned ten years old, seventy in dog years, and called it quits. She let her pack live on until she passed away.


And where are you? Continuing that dog's dreams yourself, or, should I say myself since I am the new leader of this pack. I promised Kerosene I'd continue on with her dreams. You'll find your home here. With large dogs to small dogs, beautiful dogs to well.. ugly dogs. No matter what we treat each other with respect. Welcome to London.

Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ Lᴏɴᴅᴏɴ - ᴅᴏɢ ʀᴘ - open and accepting

[eearz]

One piece RP :New and Accepting:



There once was a man named Gol D. Roger, he was the pirate king. One day he was captured and putted to execution. Before he died he said these words "My fortune is yours for the taking... but you'll have to find it first. I left everything I own in One Piece!" Now the world is now filled with pirates finding the one piece to be the pirate king. Now you board your ship, will your crew become the pirate king? Or will the Marines take your crew down?

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[Wormgod]

My grandfather used to talk about it. The day it happened. It was not a happy story. He told us, his children, as a bedtime story. As a warning. The story always started the same: a new nuclear reactor, a new fission invented by humans, and a promise to power the entire Eastern Hemisphere for years. All eyes turned to the savior as it was switched on, watching the lights glow and the turbines stir the strange, ethereal liquid--

And then they were gone.

The events that followed can only be described as cataclysmic failures by every disaster relief agency in every government on the plant. I'm sure you remember the figures. The initial statistics were staggering. 5% of the population were immune. Everything else died. Plants. Animals. Humans. Everything.

Those that were immune were treated to an interesting side-effect of the radiation. The radiation transformed from a poison into a mutagenic agent; a chemical that effected life on a molecular level. Their entire molecular structure changed. To this day, no one is sure why. It showed quickly, within the second or third generation of the life on the island. Even the humans were effected. Only one percent of life was uneffected.

That led to the quarantine. The main island of Japan was completely shut off from the rest of the world. No one in, no one out. Except my grandfather. He got permission in. Being the world's expert on the effects of radiation has its perks; if being quarantined along with an island of toxic waste is a perk.

The one percent started to rebuild, rebuild in a new process that started to scare people. Specifically people in governments. That was one of the many factors that led to the war. The last straw was the sinking of the HMS Arnold. But really, that was just an excuse. The battle had been planned on all sides for months now. The one percent fought hard, using their newfound companionships with the beasts on the island. Even the plants and animals seemed to understand that they were fighting for their homeland. My father knew this, from my grandfather's work, and warned the government to not go through with the war. This is where my grandfather's story becomes my father's.

The war lasted five months and thirteen days. The Battle of Nagasaki was the last stand for the survivors. They fought hard, but they eventually fell. Japan fell. The natives lost, and the worlds governments took the island for themselves.

Six governments took the island of Japan. Six governments drew on a map and divided up their slice of the pie. The former natives of Japan were not invited to this conference. From west to east: China took Hoenn and used the region as a testing grounds for experimental pollution reduction techniques, The United States took Kanto, The United Kingdom took Johto, France took Kalos and quickly outlawed Japanese and made French the official language, and Australia took Unova. Besides China and France, the governments left the regions alone. This was their punishment, to be forgotten and ignored. A monument to the sins of nuclear researchers.

But while they were forgotten, the island quickly recovered. It was no longer called Japan, and within one generation, that name was dropped from their culture. They never stopped working to retake their land. They developed new ways to interact with the so-called monsters, perfected their methods of capturing and controlling them, training them to make them stronger. The population of the island also rebounded, faster than any government could predict.

The revolution was swift and decisive. Each of the regions worked together to quickly expel the foreign governments. Again, the outside world decided a quarantine was the best action. The natives had no complaints.

I moved there shortly after to finish my father's work. Again, the perks of our field. I added to my father's by studying the interactions between the monsters and the humans of the island. It is my life's work. I met my wife here. I had my grandchildren here. I understand this island, its beauties and dangers, for more than any other outsider. I could never have imagined you would plan what you speak of.

Forgive my ramblings. I recount the past as a warning, despite the fact that I am sure you know it well. I must make you understand what you are planning. You call these mutated creatures "monsters", and you are not wrong in that title. These creatures are not playthings. You keep them as pets, and find them useful in daily life. Religion has sprung up around them. Life has adapted to them.

And no, as the 100 year quarantine lifts, you wish to showcase these monsters as toys? You expect outsiders, who have only heard ghost stories and rumors, to respect them? To understand the dangers of monsters? They do not uphold the tradition. They will not fear and respect monsters.

You asked for my recommendation. You expect me, the outsider, to seal this letter with no more than "Yes, go right ahead" and some hot wax. I do not wish to see this island, my home, turned into a safari zone for tourists.

The Pocket Monster League is, in my professional recommendation, an incorrect use of the unnatural wonders of this island. I cannot in good conscience recommend this course of action.


Sincerely,

Professor Samuel Oak Ph.D

Director of Research - Pallet Town Laboratories

[Random Life]

Green Traveler Manor Murders

Oh, such a nice place, wonderful, splendid, enchanting!
The manor is lovely and safe, regardless of age!
Or so they said in their old recanting.
How such simple words now ring out in regret,
Safety has flown far away from this place,
As a vile shadow leaves a new victim. And yet,
Now in the presence of a gathering,
The villain remains uncaught and untouched,
Waiting, plotting, scheming, thinking of murdering.
Only the evidence left shall preserve those who are left,
If they can end the crime before they are gotten,
Then perhaps...

{ Okay so just as a brief explanation for the poem above: There a people who have all come to stay in a manor. However things have taken a turn for the worse. An innocent person is found dead, but the killer is unknown and still remains at large. The murderer does not reveal themselves but has left several clues, so now the challenge is to figure out who is behind it all and stop them before they succeed in killing everyone else in the manor.}

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ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ?

Star wars rp

this rp is set after the events of ep. VI. since we dont know much about the new movie, any characters and known plot will be disregarded. no canon characters will be rped, this is just ocs.
this rp is set 2 generations after the main characters of the original movies. the jedi order has grown, but is still very small. the rise of the sith has begun again with a new sith lord.
Because of the size of the jedi order, the galactic empire, spots will be limited.

//click the large text to be taken to the rp

[Autumn.]

Link Here!

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Nekos and humans live in a world together as one. Nekos are treated unfairly, causing them to be the lower being, and making humans dominate the world. Secretly, some Nekos are still roaming our world, hiding their tails and ears to prevent themselves being known. People who have discovered these 'creatures' don't know that they can hide their animal-like features. It is forbidden for a Neko to fall for a human, but it isn't uncommon for one to do so.

You are going to high school. Will you choose to be a neko, hiding from the human race? Or be a human who's life doesn't have to worry about any troubles of another race hunting you down. What will you choose?

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Neko -
A Neko is a half human, half animal. Many of these creatures are half, wolf, rabbit and foxes but the most common- the Cat. They can easily hide their ears and tail to blend in with the human species. They have two forms, their human form and animal form. They can shift into the animal that they are. Many don't want to be found out because they are most likely scared of what the Human race may do to them.

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[Wormgod]

My grandfather used to talk about it. The day it happened. It was not a happy story. He told us, his children, as a bedtime story. As a warning. The story always started the same: a new nuclear reactor, a new fission invented by humans, and a promise to power the entire Eastern Hemisphere for years. All eyes turned to the savior as it was switched on, watching the lights glow and the turbines stir the strange, ethereal liquid--

And then they were gone.

The events that followed can only be described as cataclysmic failures by every disaster relief agency in every government on the plant. I'm sure you remember the figures. The initial statistics were staggering. 5% of the population were immune. Everything else died. Plants. Animals. Humans. Everything.

Those that were immune were treated to an interesting side-effect of the radiation. The radiation transformed from a poison into a mutagenic agent; a chemical that effected life on a molecular level. Their entire molecular structure changed. To this day, no one is sure why. It showed quickly, within the second or third generation of the life on the island. Even the humans were effected. Only one percent of life was uneffected.

That led to the quarantine. The main island of Japan was completely shut off from the rest of the world. No one in, no one out. Except my grandfather. He got permission in. Being the world's expert on the effects of radiation has its perks; if being quarantined along with an island of toxic waste is a perk.

The one percent started to rebuild, rebuild in a new process that started to scare people. Specifically people in governments. That was one of the many factors that led to the war. The last straw was the sinking of the HMS Arnold. But really, that was just an excuse. The battle had been planned on all sides for months now. The one percent fought hard, using their newfound companionships with the beasts on the island. Even the plants and animals seemed to understand that they were fighting for their homeland. My father knew this, from my grandfather's work, and warned the government to not go through with the war. This is where my grandfather's story becomes my father's.

The war lasted five months and thirteen days. The Battle of Nagasaki was the last stand for the survivors. They fought hard, but they eventually fell. Japan fell. The natives lost, and the worlds governments took the island for themselves.

Six governments took the island of Japan. Six governments drew on a map and divided up their slice of the pie. The former natives of Japan were not invited to this conference. From west to east: China took Hoenn and used the region as a testing grounds for experimental pollution reduction techniques, The United States took Kanto, The United Kingdom took Johto, France took Kalos and quickly outlawed Japanese and made French the official language, and Australia took Unova. Besides China and France, the governments left the regions alone. This was their punishment, to be forgotten and ignored. A monument to the sins of nuclear researchers.

But while they were forgotten, the island quickly recovered. It was no longer called Japan, and within one generation, that name was dropped from their culture. They never stopped working to retake their land. They developed new ways to interact with the so-called monsters, perfected their methods of capturing and controlling them, training them to make them stronger. The population of the island also rebounded, faster than any government could predict.

The revolution was swift and decisive. Each of the regions worked together to quickly expel the foreign governments. Again, the outside world decided a quarantine was the best action. The natives had no complaints.

I moved there shortly after to finish my father's work. Again, the perks of our field. I added to my father's by studying the interactions between the monsters and the humans of the island. It is my life's work. I met my wife here. I had my grandchildren here. I understand this island, its beauties and dangers, for more than any other outsider. I could never have imagined you would plan what you speak of.

Forgive my ramblings. I recount the past as a warning, despite the fact that I am sure you know it well. I must make you understand what you are planning. You call these mutated creatures "monsters", and you are not wrong in that title. These creatures are not playthings. You keep them as pets, and find them useful in daily life. Religion has sprung up around them. Life has adapted to them.

And no, as the 100 year quarantine lifts, you wish to showcase these monsters as toys? You expect outsiders, who have only heard ghost stories and rumors, to respect them? To understand the dangers of monsters? They do not uphold the tradition. They will not fear and respect monsters.

You asked for my recommendation. You expect me, the outsider, to seal this letter with no more than "Yes, go right ahead" and some hot wax. I do not wish to see this island, my home, turned into a safari zone for tourists.

The Pocket Monster League is, in my professional recommendation, an incorrect use of the unnatural wonders of this island. I cannot in good conscience recommend this course of action.


Sincerely,

Professor Samuel Oak Ph.D

Director of Research - Pallet Town Laboratories

[.synthetica]

"hey there, rookie! welcome to brookmount. are you ready for the ride of your life?"

In a fictional present, vast swathes of the United States have been ravaged by the extreme effects of accelerated global warming – tornadoes, brush fires, hurricanes and tsunamis have driven people from their homes leaving huge areas of the US abandoned. Now these dangerous areas have created the perfect playground for a new breed of adrenaline junkies who set out to conquer each other, and Mother Nature, in closely fought races.

You will take on the role of one of the wild souls living in the fictional state of Brookmount, home to high-speed chases, incredible sights, and a good amount of intrigue. Whether they're a racer, trader, raider or just someone trying to get by, the decisions they make will influence the future of one of the USA's last standing states.

{roleplay}
{forms/discussion}

[Autumn.]

Link Here!

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Nekos and humans live in a world together as one. Nekos are treated unfairly, causing them to be the lower being, and making humans dominate the world. Secretly, some Nekos are still roaming our world, hiding their tails and ears to prevent themselves being known. People who have discovered these 'creatures' don't know that they can hide their animal-like features. It is forbidden for a Neko to fall for a human, but it isn't uncommon for one to do so.

You are going to high school. Will you choose to be a neko, hiding from the human race? Or be a human who's life doesn't have to worry about any troubles of another race hunting you down. What will you choose?

════════════════════

Neko -
A Neko is a half human, half animal. Many of these creatures are half, wolf, rabbit and foxes but the most common- the Cat. They can easily hide their ears and tail to blend in with the human species. They have two forms, their human form and animal form. They can shift into the animal that they are. Many don't want to be found out because they are most likely scared of what the Human race may do to them.

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