midnightmoon wrote:blue_dun wrote:All our threads combined, we're on our 2,388th page and 23,689th post X). I'm doing it by couples, cause we have tons. and I mean Tons.
I know what you mean about couples... I swear they happen by accident. Even in my own stories I have to limit myself. It's like teenage girl writer syndrome... Not saying you're a teenage girl. But I am. So yeah.

As far as I know, all of us in the RP are teenage girls, including me. So I have a really strong feeling you're right. XD
EDIT: Here's a little bit of the Novel. It's called Dangerous Destiny, and the series is called Kokana (The imaginary world where everyone lives). So here I go with the prologue:
The young man’s eyes shoot open with alarm, to register a green, transparent, choking world.
“Where am I?” is the desperate thought that runs through his head as he gazes around at the mad scientist lab he is being held prisoner in. It seems to be a great stone room. Potions, stacks and stacks of paper, and many other things the man cannot even begin to think of names for are strewn helter-skelter across the floor. In the man's eyes, everything is so surreal...
But even stranger is the realization that he has never awoken before. Who is he, and why is he here? Is he going to be trapped here forever?
Suddenly a man walks in the room. He is not much older than his subject, and is carrying five small pieces of metal in his hands. “One called Wasteland, for Tsunami… one called King, for Cyclone… one called Triad, for Nova… one called Sublime, for Polar, and finally, my pride and joy, for Ion, Killjoy.” The man mutters to himself as he walks to the desk where the funny glass thing is sitting, and sits down to count them all again. “Five. Now, before long, I will have to choose for my lab rat.” His glance wanders to the young man in the specimen tube. Seeing that his little friend is awake gets no reaction from him. He just smiles wickedly, and says, “Well, Well, now he is awake, I see? Hmmm… Now I must ponder, which one would he be worthy of?...” The man tilts his head this way and that while he speaks. “The one that will get Killjoy must live forever, even if they are killed in any way. But you… No, you, my guinea pig, my first attempt, you will not live forever, only be reborn.”
“Isn’t that living forever?” The young man wants to ask, but cannot find his voice.
“I’ve already tested you with Wasteland and Sublime, and those aren’t the best for you. Wasteland desires a person that has a brilliant intellectual and strategic mind, while Sublime wants blind fury,” the strange man went on to say. “and I already know that King would want someone a little more beefy. So, I believe that I shall try Triad on you. After all, a strong-willed heart is its greatest wish, and the knowledge about you I store is a clear example of that. Anyway, Mr. Daemien already knows the alpha, beta, and omega. Now go back to sleep, by the order of the one who gives the memories, and takes them away.”
Despite himself, the young man felt himself falling asleep again. No matter how hard he tried to resist it, he could not keep his eyes open… within a minute, he felt himself drifting into a lazy sleep once more…
He woke up again to bright light, and the same man standing over him in a white suit and mask. Then, the young man blacked out and knew nothing else …