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

[Clowesia]

If you call Warg I call Mûmak.
>;D

[ossa di cervo]

Wow, I honestly expected that idea to be a fail idea. xD But since so many people like it, I'll work on it all day tomorrow and have a thread then. xD

AND YES! ZOMG. It was water racing, that's what I think I was forgetting.

And I was originally going to have it limited to dragons, gryphons and unicorns, but making your own mount sounds interesting. xD I'm thinking the water races would be limited to the "colosseum" that'll be in the story as well as the ground races.. But flight would be a different story.

I'm gonna ask a dangerous question when I ask if anyone would want to be all co-ops and help me make it? ;>.> I've never really done that before.. Always sounded risky, but I'd love it if someone would RP ideas they had about this so I can make it all neat and clean.

Wow. Zmija, I'm super interested in your RP idea! I'd join that in a heartbeat!

Also, i have lost my muse for a secret agent RP so I probably won't be making it... Awww I know, I feel like a bum telling you guys this since so many of you were interested...

I will still be making the exotic bird RP, and I will be posting as soon as possible right now I've been feeling under the weather.

The bird RP will probably be invite only, because I don't want a bunch of people who say they are Semi-Lit but aren't joining the RP. But don't worry if you are interested in joining this RP of mine, just shoot me a PM and I will see from there. There is one person who has a straight shot in this RP, that is Zmija cuz They are the only person that was interested that I've had a good experience RPing with so yeah, no favoritisim there...lolz.

D'aw, thanks. :3 I'd totally join. I just wrote something for another sight and I was RPing a Secretary Bird and it totally hooked me on bird RPs. <33

[Clowesia]

I could always help if you needed it. :3

[ossa di cervo]

Wow, I wrote "...but I'd love it if someone would RP ideas they had about this so I can make it all neat and clean." I meant I'd love it if someone would PM ideas they had.. xD I'd love some rule/plot help. X_X Not really sure where that kinda plot would go, but then again I've been wondering if I should even make a plot cause RPs I make that have plots seem to die.

P.S. If this idea gets anymore attention, I might start getting one o' dem big o' egos.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

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Username: Wildmagic_warrior
Favorite type of RP: Action / Secret Agent Roleplays, as well as new and original ideas.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
Sing Me a Song, based on The Knife of Never Letting Go.
Sacrifice Row, a twisted, semi-literate, Warriors-based roleplay.

Sample of writing:
[Like I said, I adore secret agents. This was actually a short story that I wrote some time ago, but it's also how I roleplay.]

Through the Fire and the Flames

Agent Six turned to his partner and growled, “Just because I’m your protector doesn’t mean you can be careless. Got it, rookie?” The young woman beside him nodded, her chin length red-gold hair waving slightly as she did so. “Alright.” said Six. “Here’s how it’s gonna go down. We enter through this vent shaft right here,” he tapped the dark entrance lightly with one finger, “and make our way down, to the control room. I take out the guards. You hack the main computer and download the codes onto this flash drive.” He handed her a slim black drive, which she tucked carefully into a pocket. “Then you trip the self-destruct system and we get the hell out of there. Agent Seven, are you listening?!” The girl flinched slightly, as if she hadn’t been, then nodded. “Of course. Let’s go.” She pulled on her black gloves and began to lower herself into the shaft. Six frowned slightly, then tossed down his own rope and followed the lithe shape of his partner into the darkness that soon swallowed them up.

At the bottom of the sixteen-foot air duct lay a metal grate that Six removed in short order. He saw a single guard patrolling the room, and as the man passed under the vent, Six dropped onto his back and quietly snapped his neck. The tall agent drew his gun as the guard collapsed, and beckoned with one hand for Seven. She dropped silently out of the shaft and landed with all the graceful ease of a cat. Six watched her move silently to the large touch-screen that hung from the ceiling in the center of the room and begin to punch in seemingly random numbers and letters. Then the huge screen displayed the words “ACCESS GRANTED”. Seven plugged in the flash drive and hit a few more buttons on the monitor, and in a matter of seconds had gathered the codes they had come for. She stowed the all-important drive back in her pocket, then held down several keys and once. Alarms began to shriek as the two agents began their ascent of the ventilation duct. They were about halfway up when Six heard a snap and a quiet scream. He reached out just in time to catch Seven as she fell; her broken rope clattered on the floor of the control room, almost twenty feet below. Seven gulped, and sweat dripped down Six’s face and neck from the effort of holding onto both his partner and the rope. Then she swung out of his gold and gripped the line beneath Six’s feet, allowing him to scramble out the top before her. She took off running; Six crouched to cut the rope, in case anyone tried following them up. Then he turned and ran for his life, sprinting fast enough that he caught up with the swifter Agent Seven. They were half a mile away from the base before a huge explosion shook the surrounding desert as though an earthquake had struck. The two agents hit the dusty ground as shrapnel flew over their heads.

Agent Seven stood, grinning as she dusted herself off. “That was close,” she laughed. She was facing away from the ruined base, and as he sat up Agent Six could see what she could not. “Look out!” He shot once, twice, as Seven’s expression changed from joyful triumph to sheer terror. She turned halfway around, fumbling to draw her gun. A squad of armed men- probably alerted from patrol by the explosion- were gaining quickly on the two agents in a desert-camouflaged jeep. Six was not unduly worried- he and his partner would be able to shoot them down easily enough once they were in the proper range.

Then came the machine guns.

Bullets peppered the sandy ground. If the squad came any closer, there would be no chance of escape.

Six continued to shoot, but soon found that the dust cloud kicked up by the jeep was too thick. Seven pulled her gun free and fired as Six stood to take aim. He needn’t have, though, for Seven’s shot was a lucky one. It hit and punctured the vehicle’s gas tank, and a small rock that scraped against the underside caused a spark.

Time seemed to slow down, just as the sand-camouflaged jeep exploded.
The air filled with the unearthly shriek of rending metal and the dying screams of the soldiers.

The vehicle had been less than a hundred yards away when it detonated, and razor-sharp scraps of metal were zinging lethally through the air. As an older and more experienced agent, it was Six’s duty to protect any rookies in his mission.

He moved to shield his partner.
Agent Seven moved faster.

She threw herself in front of him and spread her arms wide, taking the full force of the flying shrapnel. A stray piece of metal laid open Six’s shoulder to the bone, but his grunt of pain was drowned by Seven’s otherworldly scream of terror and agony. The cry made Agent Six break out in a cold sweat, and seemed to last forever until the dying girl crumpled backwards into her partner’s arms. “No!” cried Six, falling heavily to his knees under the weight of Seven’s body. The front of her black stealth suit was ripped almost to shreds, and Six could see scraps of bloodstained tan metal glittering coldly amid blood and broken bones. The sight made him want to retch, but it was not the first time he had seen something like this. Agents often died in the field- it was dangerous work. He vainly tried to remove some of the smaller shards of metal, but with each attempt came a fresh pulse of blood. He himself was wounded, but it was a mere scratch compared to the mauling his partner had received. And even though he knew she was beyond hope, he could not give up on Seven. Not while her thin chest continued to feebly rise and fall, each breath counting down to when she would exhale for the last time and breathe no more.

Then her hazel eyes fluttered open slightly, and she looked up at him as though she were pleasantly surprised. “Thomas,” she whispered, her voice weakened and broken by pain. It had been so long since someone used his real name that Agent Six was momentarily confused. His attention was brought back to ground zero as he heard Seven whisper his name again, as if she knew he wasn’t paying attention. "I know death when I see it, Thomas," she murmured, smiling slightly through the pain. "And feel it." "No, Seven, you're not going to die," protested Agent Six, getting carefully to his feet with Seven cradled gently in his arms. "We just have to make it back to the rendezvous point." He took a few steps towards the open desert and felt pain shoot through his injured shoulder; it took all his willpower not to drop Seven. "Six," she snapped, her pained voice sharp. "Don't be stupid." A tear coursed down Six's dirty face, but he shook his head to flick it away. When he looked at Seven again, she was reaching slowly into one pocket.

The flash drive was covered in blood, but Six took it carefully as his partner held it out. She smiled at him, seemingly unable to talk, her breath coming in painful gasps. Her hazel eyes fixed faintly on his shoulder, and she reached out as if to touch his wound. Her hand fell back and her last breath sighed away, her eyes flickering shut and moving no longer. "Seven?" cried Six, falling to his knees again. "Seven! No, you can't die on me! Wake up, please, please wake up!" His vision blurred as breathless sobs overtook him. Six's tears fell unheeded in the desert sand, and a hot wind kicked up, blowing grit into his wounded shoulder. He clutched at it, gasping, but the pain cleared his mind. He brushed Seven's red hair out of her eyes one last time, then stood. "Claire, my sister," he murmured, "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Then he looked at the bloody flash drive. He tucked it into one pocket and said to Seven's body, "Your death won't be in vain. I swear it." Gritting his teeth, he staggered off into the dunes, west towards the setting sun.

[Clowesia]

Totally applied for the RP mod position.
I gave up the slim chance of being a Global Mod because I heard this position was coming up, let's hope that doesn't come back to bite me in the bum~
Everyone wish me luck.
QAQ

[*Skylar The Plant*]

Totally applied for the RP mod position.
I gave up the slim chance of being a Global Mod because I heard this position was coming up, let's hope that doesn't come back to bite me in the bum~
Everyone wish me luck.
QAQ

GOOD LUCK CLOWESIA <3 /End caps abuse
I hope you get it!

...
I think I might remake My Life, My Way... It died. So much. But I loved it at the start.
Gosh.
I wish it could have stayed as awesome all the way though as it was at the start QAQ

[Inudog]

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Username:
Inudog

Favorite type of RP:
Any type of canine or Anthro roleplays

Sample of writing:
Inu's bright red eyes fluttered open almost immediately when she heard her mate's call ringing in the wonderful morning air. It was right now that Inu noticed she wasn't outside, but still in the den. She shook her head, scolding herself for waking up so late, she was usually up early, but no matter, she was awake now.

Other than realizing that she was still in the den, Inu noticed that she was staring at den ceiling. Although she paid no attention to it, for she always rolled over in her sleep like this. The albino wolf instantly flipped over and layed down, Inu, once an active, fit, and excited wolf, was now over-sleeping and feeling a bit lazy.

That was when Inu perked her ears up at a slight noise at the entrance of the den, instinctively, she rose up, but lay back down again when she noticed it was her mate, Santos. A big smile crept across Inu's face as she watched him come into the den. She got up walked over the him and licked him nicely, "Good moning." she said, her wide smile increasing to a wag of her tail. Tenderly, Inu nuzzled her mate a good morning welcome.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=28&t=458911
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=7&t=290493&p=7058460#p7058460
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=7&t=412457&p=9374497#p9374497
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=7&t=338736&p=7919919#p7919919

[tide.]

For those of you who were interested in my R.P., the thread is up, click. :3

[ossa di cervo]

Blood Race
There's that Fantasy Racing RP I was talking about yesterday. It's up and runnin' if anyone's interested!