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[Doctor.Who.]

it has been years since Vikings and humans started living together, thanks to toothless and hiccup. now our main hero's have grown up, and new adventures await. but strange things have been happening on the other islands, dragons have gone missing on these islands. also mysterious boats have been spotted in the distance, could they have something to do with it?, is Alvin back?. outcasts and dragon hunters are a main problem for the Vikings on the island of berk, but could a new threat be nearing?. for now all we can do is wait and see, but that doesn't mean new hope won't rise, and give a new helping hand from the dragons. with the dragon training academy kicking in, new riders will rise up to defend berk and find their own destiny. so will you be joining the adventure? If so, welcome to berk

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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

[The Winter Soldier]

Halo Reach: Frozen Flames



Years after reach was in process of being glassed over a spartan who fought during the fall of reach nearly died somehow he survived and although the covenant has long since been defeated there are other threats to the people of reach. The world of reach has become a place full of life again and with new life comes new recruits and new missions and let's not forget new training exercises.

Halo Reach: Frozen Flames AU Rp Click here to join

[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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[scozar]

ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ


RippleClan was founded many moons ago. The tom that created it went by the name of
Ripplestar. He began as a loner, and was named Neptune back then. Neptune's dream was to
teach cats about things that barely anyone knew about. He wanted to lead others. One
sunrise, his wish was granted by StarClan; cats joined him, and Neptune taught them all he
knew. However, he wasn't called Neptune anymore. He had become Ripplestorm. Moons
later, his name changed once again - Ripplestorm had earned his nine lives, and was now the
leader of the flourishing Clan. Once he became an elderly cat, he lost his final life to old age and
travelled to StarClan. The Clan cats were deeply depressed about his death, and the grieving Clan
decided on a name. The Clan's new name was RippleClan, in honour of their first leader. It is now
being led by Pebblestar. They are battling a harsh leaf-bare, one of the harshest they have ever seen.
They are struggling. You could be yet another mouth to feed, or you could be a hero and save cats from an
almost certain doom. Either way, they're taking chances. They're trying to build the Clan back up, and
failure is only a pawstep away. They cannot go on like this any longer. Will you help them?

semi-lit warrior cats roleplay
main roleplay thread | discussion & forms thread

[prince.]

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Welcome to Rockwood High. This school is very different from your average high school.
There are special traditions here that you don't - and won't - see anywhere else. These traditions have been forged into the school for as long as anybody can remember, and they have ever been broken. They make us unique.

This school mostly caters to the rich, and has children from head of businesses, well known families and royal birth. Our school is mainly run by the head of school who organises events, tackles problems, stops bullying, investigates issues and helps out the general classes.

Our school is a very relationship based school, whether it be platonic or romantic. We aim to help our students form the best relationships that they can depend on in later life. Now that we've given you a brief introduction to our school, come join us!

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Dear, [ name ], I am inviting you and several others to come to my lab in Pallet
Town. I have chosen you because of your intellect, bravery, and your ability to
befriend pokemon. I have chosen starter pokemon for all of you from several reg
ions, Pikachu, Snivy, Tepig, Oshawott, Bulbasaur, Charmander, Squirtle, Chikori
ta, Cyndaquil, and Totodile. The reason I have chosen you is because the legend
ary pokemon, Ho-Oh, has gone bezerk and is doing the same to Palkia, Lugia, G
irintina, Entei, Raikou, and Suicune, and also the three bird pokemon, Articuno,
Zapdos, and Moltres. The ten of you will have to train together and evolve your
starters to defeat the 9 legendary pokemon, then Ho-Oh all together. Please do
not be afraid, all the regions need you! Sincerely, Professor Oak.
You just received this letter, and your mother/father urges to go to Oak, help t
the regions. So, you do it, you go to Oak and receive your pokemon as you stand
among the nine others. You and the others train, fight, battle, capture pokemon
together, forming romances, new friendships, and enemies. Even if you do make
any enemies, you will have to work together to help restore order in the regions.
So go, go go! Evolve, train, battle, work together to fight the pokemon!
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Shepard Wilson. A famous name around here.
He and his wife own one of the largest farms
in Beulah, Colorado.
The Wilson's have been one of the most successful
boarding farms around. That is, until Missy-
Shepard's wife- died. While training one of the
new horses, she was bucked off after the
stallion became spooked. The force launched
her onto the fence, cracking her skull. It
wasn't too long after that, that she passed
away, leaving her husband with three
daughters and a farm to care for.
Now, almost three years later, he has been
diagnosed with lung cancer. Shepard is left
with one choice, he needs to hire farm hands
to aid in the maintenance of the stables.

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Shepard's farm is quickly loosing money. Soon, he is going to loose the farm. The farm hands and daughters have devised a plan to enter competitions to raise money to save the stables. Each individual has a horse that may be included in your form. Whether you compete or not is up to you! This role-play is not based solely off of romance, but is available if you'd like to take that path.
The main goal is to save the farm from eviction. Bills are piling up, you have to act fast!

Will you compete for your father/boss?





We only need one farm hand! Click the picture for the thread!

[prince.]

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Welcome to Rockwood High. This school is very different from your average high school.
There are special traditions here that you don't - and won't - see anywhere else. These traditions have been forged into the school for as long as anybody can remember, and they have ever been broken. They make us unique.

This school mostly caters to the rich, and has children from head of businesses, well known families and royal birth. Our school is mainly run by the head of school who organises events, tackles problems, stops bullying, investigates issues and helps out the general classes.

Our school is a very relationship based school, whether it be platonic or romantic. We aim to help our students form the best relationships that they can depend on in later life. Now that we've given you a brief introduction to our school, come join us!

[.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.

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