
R.I.P Andy Griffith wrote:R.I.P Andy Griffith wrote:Legend Pack
Plot:
You either ran away or you were abandon. Either way you are here. Wondering the woods looking for safety. You stop seeing a dog. He had white fur except for a few cream patches. He was rather small. "I'm Marlon, alpha of Legend Pack. State your business or forever hold your peace." He said. You tell him your name and explain what your doing here. He nods, "I see. Would you like to join Legend pack?"
You MUST be semi-lit meaning you are able to post 1+ paragraphs.
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What Kinda Roleplay I want:
Any kinda Canine role-play mainly interested in dog role-plays. (E.G. Wolf, Stray/House dogs, dingoes, hyenas, etc.)
Felines (E.g. House/Feral/Community cats, Cheetahs, Leopard, Jaguar, Tigers, Lions, Lionesses, etc.)
Other:
I'm only accepting 4-5 members. I'd like you to be at least semi-lit, meaning you can type two paragraphs or more. I'd like if you could post at least one paragraph with writers block. Each paragraph should contain 6-8 sentences. You are able to play both genders. You can play at least 2 characters.
PM me if interested!























Wormgod wrote:Wormgod wrote:"Hello, and welcome to Dažbog High! Here we have the most gifted students around! After all, we are the only private school in the region.
Oh, you say you want to join? Well come on, fill out the form!" The Principal of Dažbog, a rather large white man with greasy skin and a Southern accent introduces. He hand you a clipboard filled with all the forms needed for signing up for a Private school. You flip through the forms, amazed at how detailed it was. Everything here was listed, from your age, ethnicity, your parents salary-and yours, if you happen to have a part-time job-your parents and your cell phone numbers, even you email! You sigh and slump over in one of the Italian leather armchairs and prop the clipboard up on your knee.
It takes you almost an hour to fill out the entire form, and for your parents to fill out theirs. Finally you reach the last page, entitled "Students' Background." You pause to read these questions before answering the easier ones; hometown, age, gender-odd, you already filled these out on the first form. Why is it repeated? You pause and look at one last little box with, yet creepy, simple questions.
Students Home World:
Students Species: (please describe in full detail)
Students Special Abilities: (Leave blank if none)
Flaws: (If the student needs to be restrained in any fashion, we would like to know how.)
You frown and glance up at the Principal. He was watching you intently, "Do you have any questions?" He asks in a calm tone much different from his usual happy-go-lucky one, "Um...What is this?" You ask and show him the last form. He glanced at it and ripped it off of the clipboard, "Oh...Nothing. This is for our more...gifted students. You don't have to fill it out." He answered and took the clipboard away from you, "I'll take this. You're free to go."
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You are a new student at Dažbog High School, a rather odd private boarding school in our Earth. Here there are some...unusual students, from other worlds. The basement of Dažbog has a wormhole hidden there, where characters from any type of world randomly pop out. From then on, they enroll in the school.
You can play as one of these unfortunate otherworlders, who are automatically changed to a "normal" human so not to risk discovery, or as your average person from our world. If you are an otherworlder, your job is to keep hidden until the portal in the basement will let you go back to your world. (Which is never. *insert evil laughter here*) If you are a normal person, your job is to find out why these weird--almost recognizable--people keep popping up out of nowhere.
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The pictures on this roleplay are not mine, nor any other members. Also, if you don't get the subtle hint, the escapee was the first Chupacabra.July 26th, 1994
Headquarters informed me a week ago that Area 51 has been reopened. They dubbed it "Area 52", and promised my crew a spot on the team. Finally, after years of unemployment, I have a stable job!
They informed me that none of the experiments will be killed. They wish to keep these alive for interrogations. I'm glad to have some real subjects. I've been researching the old Area 51 experiments; their work was great, yes, but they could have learned more. With live E.B.Es, my team and I can do wonders.
I've got to go. The helicopter is here, and they won't wait for long. Those Army men treat us scientists like nerds in high school.August 1st, 1994
This is even better than I imagined! The governments have taken every subject, dead or alive, fossils or new, they could find! And with the Defense funding...we have everything we can possibly hope for, and more. Why, I don't know where to start...
Later---
I found a place to start! We're taking each species and putting identification tags on them. They have implants on the back of their heads--or whatever serves as a head--and collars around their necks. We've been at this for two hours, and we're barely half way through. There are just so many...I'm glad the Army has taken to sorting them by species. Each specimen has its own room fit to their size. It's kinda sad, though...This place must feel like a prison to them. Oh well, I can't take to feeling sorry for them. As far as we know, these are soldiers for some intergalactic armada, and they're here to take our resources.September 14th, 9=1995
I've transferred all relative notes to my computer. The Army tells me I cannot leave a paper trail, or the Japanese will find out. I seriously doubt that, but you can never be too sure.
All I can say is this place is amazing. It's huge, and full of all the work I need for the rest of my life. There plants and animals and even one odd-looking fellow that appears to be a mix of both. I can't believe they managed to hide this place for so long.
Later---
The first escapee. Well, not really. A pregnant reptilian escaped from a helicopter taking her from Puerto Rico. The helicopter never made it past the island. The Army shot her down, though, and they're going to pick her up. I'm a little worried, though...She was pregnant with twenty-five children. She was set to give birth this week, and from the ultra-sound pictures, it looks like those babies can be left on their own, similar to Earth reptiles. If those babies get away, the government just made another conspiracy theory.
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We Don't Go to Ravenholm...
This is not really home to a crazy Goonie-hater by the name of Old Red. It's a house I found online. I do not live/own this house or own this picture.
Ravenholm. A tiny town somewhere in the US. The only time you see it on a map is when a tornado is heading in that direction and the weatherman has to zoom in to see what cities are in its path. At most, three thousand people live here. There's one elementary school, one middle school, and one high school. They are all on the same block, and the middle school takes up the second floor in the elementary school. Everyone knows everyone here.
Today is just like any other day...No, scratch that. The teachers wish today was just like any other day. Today is Halloween, and everyone is allowed to dress up, no questions asked. Girls in skimpy outfits, the class nerd dressed as a Mexican wrestler, it's a teacher's worst nightmare. At least they have the satisfaction of dressing up as well. Most teachers dress up as a witch.
And, like everyone else, you dress up as *insert favorite character, classic Halloween outfit, or something really, really weird here* and enjoy the day. Right after school, you and every other teenager in this town go to Old Red's house for a party. It's a Halloween tradition. As the legend goes, Old Red went nuts a million years ago and killed a whole bunch of people at the midnight showing of The Goonies. His only living relative hated that house--claiming it was haunted by the devil or something--so he pays a maid to clean it. The house is huge; at least three stories and full of all the original furniture. There's a stuffed bear in the den, a fireplace in every bedroom, and a crazy old tree in the backyard. It's also way out in the middle of nowhere, and it takes at least an hour--walking--to get back to town. It's the perfect place for a Halloween party.
However, this year was different. Some say Old Red got tired of teenagers doing crap in his house. Others say that this was the devil in the house playing a trick. No one really knows, why, but suddenly everyone passed out at the stroke of midnight and became their costume. Now you have to deal with living as you are, or something really bad might happen to you...
wormgod
Always looking for roleplays.

CrimsonsDeath wrote:Currently looking for a roleplayWhat I will do.
-Anything that is humanoid fantasy.
-A very good plot.
-Where I can use my own characters even if is a new species.
-Slave and owner rp, or a creature and human owner roleplay.What I will not do.
-Themed rps.
-Anything that isn't in the 'What I will do.' list.Requirments.
-Semi lit.
-New under ten pages or ten people.
-I do not have rp more then one character.
-I can add to the plot.


. Optimus Prime . wrote:An unspecified time before the current date, the face of the Earth changed and modern civilization was seemingly destroyed. It is unknown precisely what caused the "end of the world", but major landmasses changed shape as the sea level rose to unknown heights around the planet. Some time after the end of the world as we knew it, a nation was established in North America that would soon come to be known as Panem. It is unknown precisely when Panem was established and how long it has existed, though it is certain that Panem has been around for more than seventy-five years, and it's entirely possible for it to be at least a century or two old.
Panem eventually grew large enough that it was segmented into thirteen separate districts, each responsible for producing goods of a particular industry to serve the growing needs of the nation, and all operating under the auspices of Panem's oppressive Capitol. Its exact method of expansion is unknown; it is possible that some of the separate districts may have even once been smaller, separate nations that were eventually annexed by Panem.
The various districts of Panem rebelled against the Capitol, primarily due to the oppressive fashion in which the Capitol government ruled over the districts. It is unknown how long the rebellion lasted or the exact number of casualties on either side (although the Capitol claims that for every dead Capitol citizen, two rebels died), but by the end of the conflict, the Capitol had quelled the rebellion, defeating twelve of the districts and obliterating the thirteenth entirely.
In the wake of the rebellion, the Capitol established the Hunger Games, an annual event in which twenty-four children between the ages of twelve and eighteen, one boy and one girl from each district, are chosen from a lottery and entered into a gladitorial competition where they must fight each other to the death until only one remains standing.
The event served two purposes. The first was to demonstrate the overwhelming power the Capitol had over the districts by taking their children by force and forcing them to slay each other in a no-rules competition. It was proof that the Capitol's control over its people was so inexorable and unstoppable that they could do something so sadistic as to force the children of their conquered foes to slay each other in a battle royale. The second purpose was purely for entertainment. The Hunger Games are a nationally televised event in the same vein as a reality show, its entrants practically considered celebrities and the events themselves dramatized and glorified.
It was only a few years ago that you held your moms hand watching the kids and teens fight for there lives in the blood bath of hell.As you watched you knew only one survived through out the whole thing...As people died you watched the people around you drop to the ground sobbing.But you know when you turn 12 or more you will be entered and will win the hunger games for not only your family but your district.a few years later....
You have been entered in to the 99th hunger games...You are either new or have been entered before and have not been chosen...But you are prepared...and know what you would do to survive the blood bath which can only take a few seconds to die.You know the game makers watch your every move and the tributes watch from every tree and bush waiting for the moment to attack you.The stakes are high and the careers are talented as ever...but are you a diamond in the rough and will win the annual hunger games? but the question is will you survive?Directions wrote: • Home •
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