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[scrumpleberry]

INTERACTIVE STORY - A FUN AND RANDOM THING

This is a very simple idea, but I think if we do it properly, it will be a laugh.

Basically what happens is someone writes a paragraph, then the next poster joins on the end and continues the story. It is based off the silly pen and paper games people play sometimes.

The Rules

1. Try to keep your paragraph upwards of five longish sentences. Do yourself justice, show us all your mad writing skillz.

2. To keep the thread easy to read, please put any queries in a PM to me or at the end of a paragraph under OOC, not as a single post on its own. If you need to discuss an issue you have with another player about their paragraph, put it at the end of a paragraph under OOC or PM them. If you've made a change to a paragraph, please let me know.

3a. We will establish a sort of canon as we go along. Please keep to it - for example if we turn the story into a sort of medieval adventure, don't stick in a machine - gun toting mercenary with a history involving aliens, penchant for gum and shades. Likewise, don't give characters in a sci - fi setting a katana for the heck of it. In fact, please try to steer clear of katanas unless we're in a feudal Japanese setting or we're writing a character who has a realistic reason for coming from Japan or using a katana. Try to keep characters' personalities consistent as well.

3b. This is essential. BEFORE POSTING A NEW PARAGRAPH, PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU HAVE READ THE WHOLE STORY. It sounds obvious, but I feel I should say it. If you post paragraphs which completely disregard the rest of the story, I will tell the other players to simply ignore them.

4. Don't edit your paragraphs unless absolutely neccesary, because people may need to quote what a character has said and refer to events which have happened - even changing the way the wind blows could change the way an important message is carried on it or whatever, so try to steer clear of editing. Editing typos and things are okay, but I would leave bad grammar if it is someone speaking - unless of course they always use immaculate grammar.

5. This isn't an RP. Anyone can control any character, make anything happen, we all move it along as we please. If you feel that a character is being made to act out of character, voice your concerns. Obviously, if someone posts saying "a metoerite fall s and evryone dies lulz" we can disregard it, but don't get too attached to a character. Also, don't unrealistically kill off a character because you hate them.

6. Anyone at all can join at any point, as long as they have read the rules and story. Feel free to hop in, no matter if you think your skills aren't good enough. This game ought to help them develop, in any case.

7. Try not to post more than once every three for now, otherwise you will end up controlling the entire story and defeating the purpose of the game.

8. Use your gift of tact and common courtesy - please keep any criticisms constructive, recieve any criticisms with good grace and try to come to an agreement that keeps everyone happy. If we start getting nasty, this loses its fun.

9. Use your common sense. Try to keep your paragraph reasonable - please don't make all the characters superhuman entities with the power to defy gravity, win any fight, seduce any man and/or woman and wear chain mail bikinis in the arctic without getting colds.

10. Have fun. This is meant to be a light - hearted game, remember to relax and enjoy yourself, don't get too serious if someone starts being a bit stupid.

Characters
The older man with a husky voice
Marco
Scrub
The assassin
Wanda
The girl with purple eyes
Little old woman

Locations
The Coile

Inanimate Objects
Scrub's car
The case full of something...

Ready? GO!

The wind whistled silently through the willow trees, causing their leaves to flutter and submit to it. It was a misty evening. The river was still, full of nothing but darkness and a reflection of the sparse stars peeking through the cloudy sky. The world was quiet. No creatures disturbed the cloying peace, not so much as the smallest moth. The riverbank seemed a haze of grey, dewy grass beneath the mist and leaves floating cautiously down the river. The snapping of a twig abruptly broke the silence, coming from somewhere in the willow trees.

[Skt]

He threw down the ciggarette and stomped it out angrly into the cold hard ground. The whisps of smoke from under his foot flourished in the air as he turned and walked towards an old fallen tree he'd been staring out over the river on. It was clear that his job had been done. And had been done right, but he couldn't help but think that there was something missing, something he hadn't gone over. His plan felt flawless, it had to have been. It just had to have.

[Hazzard]

OOC: Great idea, scrumple, I'll help contribute, considering you're a close friend on this forum & a hell of a writer.


Whispers began to ripple, voices could be easily perceived, but the figures were hidden behind the large, placid, willow trees.
'Evidently, Marco, you appear to be lacking in your smithing, these days...I want you to find some important materials, lad, then bring em' back to the Coile' the man had a rather husky, hoarse tone of voice, which would of never been able to keep the moderate level of a whisper, at best. A patter of footsteps had erupted once again, and it was obvious the man had set off in the wood's trail.
'Goodness gracious...I wonder what he had for tea; his breathe stank worse than a peasants odour' muttered a slightly lighter voice, more precise in wording and evidently more silk, it was a male, nevertheless.

[Skt]

OOC: should i wait? or can i post again?

"Shut up" he said, placing his hand on his side in a ready state. The voice trailed off with laughter into the woods as he retraced his steps and walked back towards the direction he believed he came in. The wind had a tingle in it tonight, he wasn't sure if it was a chill or a promonition and it cut his face and lips with a sharpness of a blade.

[Odaisé Gaelach]

The assassin patted his cloak and felt the dagger inside, concealed at his hip. Of course it was there, but he was worried that it might fall out, or he'd drop it. It was his worst nightmare: he'd stand behind the unsuspecting target, reach into the folds of his cloak for the dagger and find nothing.
He walked on.

[scrumpleberry]

Marco stepped out from behind the willow trees and stretched, yawning. The assassin saw him the second he stepped out - longish blonde hair, small skinny kid around nineteen, his target. The middle aged guy with the husky voice who had hired him had paid a hefty sum for the assassin to take him down. He wondered what the older man had against such a scrawny kid. The boy started humming a tune. The assassin gripped his dagger, finding comfort in the hard, cold handle. It was time to get the job over with.

[Hazzard]

Marco wondered what sort of material he should search for, what was really of use in such a unusually plain woodland? He wouldn't be able to find any metal, and that was for sure. He staggered across the logs which were scattered across the grass, he was enclosed in a circular sort of area, the trees seemed to of capture him in a trap, as they hovered over his innocent, scrawny figure. Marco shivered with a bit of fear, until he heard a wisp of movement sound out of nowhere.
Before he even had a chance to turn around, he had began pacing through the woods, his heart beating fiercely and sweat gleaming on his pale, daunted face, the moon seemed to of illuminated him with a spotlight, making him visual to all nearby.

[Firo Volondé]

OOC: Sounds like fun. I'll try to not stuff it up too badly.

With long, easy strides, the assassin began his pursuit. There was no point in hurrying - his target, panicked, was leaving an aural trail of rustling branches and snapping twigs anyone could follow, at a feverish pace that nobody could sustain. He would catch up to the boy soon enough. The assassin quickened his pace as the familiar rush of adrenaline swept over him, the rush that only came when he stalked another with the intention to kill. He was close enough to chance a throw, but decided against it. The hunted's movement was too erratic, and it would be pointless to risk surrendering his blade and the initiative.