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                  Welcome. I was in the middle of making a group role-play when suddenly it dawned on me. Horror is to be alone or as close to it as possible. It is to be written with a feeling of solitude. Numbers give comfort in the strange world of subtle horror that I seek. I went through a small evolution to the Gaian that is here now. I seek a horror thread. To be exact, a cosmic horror thread and I will explain myself in full detail.

                  Let's consider the word horror for a moment, as it has become broad. Let's start with the basics of what I consider it to be and what I consider it not to be. First, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures that are fantastic as are they nocturnal are not horror. There are movies that make them so, but their understated purpose was sensuality since Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. I consider them gothic, which could have horror in it, but they are exclusive to one another for me. If you are looking to join a role-play with me, you are going to be human, but I will get more on that later.

                  Murderers can be very horrific and the role-play will contain one or two, but I do not want the role-play to become a slasher. I'm not looking to centralize gore, though don't be afraid to describe yourself. Whatever you can dish out, I've probably seen worse in real life.

                  Demons are not horror. At least, the demon that can fall in love. A demon is an avatar of chaos (at least, that's what Hellblazer and D&D taught me) and cannot feel love. That's a bit narrow-viewed, isn't it? If you prefer to play demons in the recent light anime has showered them in, I welcome you to that, but such powerful, supernatural creatures that are human in nature cannot exist if there is to be a plot of horror. They work in other genres, but I think they fall flat here.

                  The more I write I start to realize the horror I'm trying to achieve and the more you read, I hope that becomes clear to you as well. On the internet, it is known as creepypasta. The idea of the unknown, the mysterious, the dangerous, the indescribable, and the horrific is what I am seeking. I am looking to write stories that would inflict nightmares to the children who read, perhaps even ourselves. I am not satisfied with the soft, the fluffy, or the heroic. I do not want to write an uplifting love story.

                  I want our characters to lose something at the end of this role-play. I want them to be terrified, confused, and hopeful that it will end.

                  I do not want to force this on others and hurt anyone real. If you want to role-play with me, I welcome you with open arms, but if you frighten easily or if such a role-play will bring you to tears, I do not want to role-play with you, not because you are not a joy to role-play with or you're beneath me, but because I do not want to hurt anyone in anyway. This is for fun and is meant to be a simple excursion into the horrific, not a malicious romp of a sociopath.

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                  My hot-button issues are things I do not want to see, want to be asked about, and I do not want to talk about.

                      Religion. After some thought, I've come to the decision that this information is best kept silent. Let's just not talk about it. <3

                      Politics. I was a soldier. Do not speak poorly about soldiers. I was a medic. Unless you scrapped dead skin off of IED victims as well, you will not speak to me about the war on Iraq and such. I’m done hearing about it and my life has been altered by it. Not as much as others, as I still have my limbs. To my boots and other military personnel, I’m done thinking about what I did at a hospital. Much love to all of you. Oh, and all politics are evil. I live in Florida. ******** Rick Scott.

                      Gaia ToS. Yeah, still gotta follow this thing. Let’s be good now, kiddies.


                  I think that’s it for my hot-button issues, but who knows? I might add more.

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                  I’ll cover what I want from you now. Simple stuff, since I’m not too picky, but I don’t want just some random Tom or Harry coming in and offering posts that I loathe…

                      Gender. Don't care. I do not care if you have an “innie” or an “outie” in your pants. I want your brain at work for me, not anything else. I do not give a damn what gender you are or what gender you play. I want a role-play with an excellent plot where we can work together to make something that’s fun and something we can be proud of. I do not like the idea that the only pairings are that of romantic entanglements. If you approach me for a story about a parent and child, siblings, or friends, I will probably be down. I do not think romance and love/lust are the only things worth writing about. So, be you guy, girl, hermaphrodite, or earthworm, know that as long as you role-play, I’ll accept you.

                      Grammar. I'm not an English Teacher. I do not get paid to write, though I wish I did. This is all for recreation, but please understand basic grammar. Commas do not have to be perfect, but do your best with punctuation and capitalization. I make mistakes all the time, but I try to minimize them; do so as well.


                      Goodly Posts:
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                      good·ly [goo'd-lee]
                      adjective, -li·er, -li·est.

                      1. of good or substantial size, amount, etc.: a goodly sum.

                      2. of good or fine appearance.

                      3. Archaic . of a good quality: a goodly gift.


                      Let's consider the word "goodly". It means three things, as seen above: of good amount, of good appearance, and of good quality. These three things are what all Gaians strive for their posts to be.

                        ✔ Gaians adore large posts. Posts with meat in which others can respond to. Detailed, verbose posts that paint stories that we can all appreciate. The idea of posting quite a bit has come under a bit of war recently with people saying that prose is unwelcome and merely drags the role-play. I'm inclined to agree, but detail can never be bad. There is a balance, like in all life, that we all must recognize if we plan to excel in writing. Posts should not be too small or too large. There ought to detail in which to aid the transport that we, as readers, need to make; the post should aid the imagination, not stifle it. A sizable post should be a joy to read, not a burden.

                        ✔ Coming right off the heels of the idea of large posts, we move on to quality. Keeping your post of good quality is a hard, hard thing. There are so many subtleties on flow, repetition, and atmosphere, and those are just the basic writing style, one also has to keep in mind character believability, credibility, and growth that it really is hard to peg quality posts in a simple, definitive format. Quality controls size, as concision is paramount. Saying what you mean with the right words in a way to flourish the imagination is an art and I do not expect anyone here to be a master of it. I am not a published writer and I do not expect anyone here to be. There are better writers with better ideas on writing than me out in the many realms of Gaia and beyond. How does one improve? Practice! Always do your best with whatever you are doing. Always seek to improve yourself and this is one of those places to improve oneself. We're all on the same team here and we all adore writing, so let's stay a team and have fun. I digress, quality is something to be sought for, not achieved, but let it temper the other two points of the ideal of "goodly posts".

                        ✔ The last meaning of goodly, is that of fine appearance. So, we've come to another point of argument on Gaia, "should one worry about the aesthetics of their post?". If asked, I prefer text, but I understand the adoration for someone to look at a post with pictures, proper formatting, and colors. It gives the post life. It brings the writing to life and that is something I can get behind. I used to be in very harsh opposition with decorating posts, feeling that writing was more important, which I still believe it is, but I am an X-Box player. On the X-box is a game called Lost Odyssey. If you played it, then you probably know what I am talking about, if you haven't, I fully recommend the game. What this game had was a number of short stories for players to read. These short stories were accompanied by colors, backgrounds, music, and effects on the text that increased the emotion when read. It was amazingly provocative. It was there I started to realize that this is what post decoration does. It is not meant to be used in lieu of the writing, but to evoke it further. If used properly, it added to the the writing and since then I've done my best to try and decorate posts (admittedly, I am horrid at it and am a n00b), but that doesn't make me appreciate it any less.


                      These three ideas make an excellent post. Perhaps you can dampen on one, but never drop one of the pillars entirely. I hope this little lesson on my ideal of "goodly posts" have aided you in some way and I welcome all who read to take this term and use it. When people ask how do you post, say, "Goodly!"

                      Patience. This is a wonderful, wonderful virtue. I try to post once a day, but do not be mad if I miss a day. I join role-plays for the long haul and I hope you do too, which brings us to the last thing I'd like you to have...

                      Commitment. I know, life gets in the way, but if you lose interest, don't just fall off the planet on me. Tell me. I don't mind at all waiting for you or even finding something new to RP. Just talk to me. I beg of you.



                  Alright, that pretty much covers what I expect of you. If you have any questions or concerns, PM me or post them here. I am very sociable.

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                  Pleasant Falls It all started in Chicago a month ago. Outside the constant motion of life, outside the gunshots and the El keeping people awake, there was an antique shop. The owner had ran the place for years and years. His name was Mr. Thatcher and no one spoke to him. He was the kind of man that went to church every Sunday, but the pastor had to ask him his name with each visit. If you could sum him up in a single word you'd just as soon forget what you were doing; forgettable would be proper. Bland would be blunt. Anyway you slice it, he was one of the thousands that just lived with the mediocre, hoping not to be robbed or shot. It was last month he died. No one came and his death holds little importance on the coming events, but it was his death that caused it all. His store was a dirty little shop, full of antiques and other useless things. The most unremarkable was a desk hidden in the back. The desk was never bought, though it was well-made, because it was a simple, little thing that wouldn't go with any sort of decor of this or the past three decades. This desk held a secret of nine papers:
                  [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9]

                  The papers were taken to a young man that had owned a pawnshop next door and the only person seen that communicated with the old antique shop owner on a daily basis. The man's name was Kenneth Jackson and the smaller, black man grunted at the papers when he saw them. He wasn't a young punk, he had a bit of an imagination, so he sent the letters to the newspaper, figuring that the letters were correspondence between two writers. Somehow, the letters found themselves in the paper as an intrigue piece. The internet flooded with questions about the letters soon after. In a matter of a few days, it was the talk of the town and in a week, everyone forgot about it. That's when three students went missing. A kid too smart for his own good looked through the pages and with a bit of research he claimed he knew where to find this "town". His friend and girlfriend went with him. That was two weeks ago and since then there has been no contact from the kids.

                  I've done a little work on this one. This was going to be my thread that I was going to start earlier and I still might do so, but I wouldn't be against adapting it into a 1x1. This is about a small town near the site of Pleasant Falls. It's hinted to many times and the RP starts in Chicago, present day, but the more our characters peel back the mystery, the worse it gets. I'm partial to a detective or older character in this storyline. I recommend, perhaps, a press agent. Romance optional, not focused on for me. The mystery is the big thing here.

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                  www.lost.com This story starts off with a murder. Her name was Silvia Johansson and she was beautiful. Not the kind of beautiful that wins pageants or the kind of beautiful that is head cheerleader. She wasn’t even the prettiest girl, but she was beautiful all the same. She was raised in a home with two younger sisters and a mother that left in a fit of selfishness. Her father worked hard trying to support her and her two younger sisters, but the Silvia became the lifeline at home. She took care of her sisters with a kind of ease that is afforded only to a few people in life and it came so easy for her. She was adored in that household and that selflessness spread beyond her sisters. There was a boy in her life when she made it to high school. The boy wasn’t special or handsome. He was just a boy that did his best and she loved him for that and he loved her in return. They weren’t the most handsome couple, but they were grounded people and happy.

                  They entered college with prospects of marriage, though it went largely unsaid, but simple hints such as “One day we’ll have a house of our own” and things like that. The kind of statements that give one hope for life and the future, but something happened to Silvia. It wasn’t a sudden, terrible murder. There was no body, no blood, but just her missing in life, leaving a hole. Silvia had taken an interest on a certain website on the internet called www.____.com. She said she was going to a new “exciting” place and left. The boy looked for her and called the police, but she just disappeared. The website provided no answers and it was assumed that she was tricked via an internet predator. The boy didn’t believe and he kept hunting for her until he got an e-mail.

                  It merely said the words “FOUND HER”. Inside was a picture of Silvia with her eyes torn out, lying in a corner covered in blood. A shadow stood over her in the picture. The boy brought it to the police, but it served no purpose.

                  Six months later, after the FBI announced the case cold, the boy still hunts for answers about his dead girlfriend. My name is Alexander Lynch and I am that boy. This morning, I got another e-mail. It was of a random cabin. The title of the e-mail was “COME FIND US”. I plan to.

                  I plan to make the website that this RP is based off of for fun. Even if it is a one on one. Imagine piecing together the mystery and having the actual website to go off of. This one will take planning and maybe a bit of funds, if we go that route. If not, it still will be a fun role-play. I'm planning on playing Alexander Lynch. Nothing special about him other than his love for his dead girlfriend. Again, romance optional, but tread carefully, as this is about loss. You may play someone who had a similar case with a website (the website is blank, but I will fill that in with something). Work with me on this one and it could be rewarding.

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                  Finally, we come to the list. These aren't what I am looking for, but if you come at me with some intelligence and what not, I might be persuaded to role-play these things. If you come at me with a Kaiju or Sentai role-play, I will say yes. No questions asked. I am not a huge fan of anime, but I will list a few animes I'd enjoy role-playing. These are things I wouldn't mind role-playing, not a big-a** list of things I love. I do enjoy these things, but I enjoy lots of things, I just recognize not all things are enjoyable to role-play. Also, I will not be listing plots or storylines. I am offering settings and genres I would be down for so that we might brainstorm a plot. That way I can get a better feel of you.

                      Fighting. Street Fighter, Hajime no Ippo, Lights Out, The Fighter, Rocky, Mortal Kombat. These are things I've had great fun in role-playing. There is just something so inspiring about the life of a hungry fighter. Perhaps you are a fellow fighter or manager to my character.

                      Sentai. Basically, Power Rangers. No, I don't want to play with pre-existing characters as all I've watched so far is Might Morphin', but this seems like an excellent genre to play. This might be better for a small group. Perhaps, you're a villain or one of the colors next to me.

                      Pulp Mad-Science. Think Jonny Quest or Venture Brothers. Mad scientist conducting mad experiments on people. I do not want this to be a dark experimentxscientist RP. The idea is we will be fighting with the science or against it, not being subjected to it. I want to keep this one light-hearted.

                      Post-apocolyptic. Fallout would be very much loved. I love the setting and I am so down with an open RP into scavenging.

                      Medieval-Fantasy. After watching Game of Thrones, I want gritty, dark warfare. I do not whimsical, I want fantasy where people are murdering and killing each other for power. Grit, damn it, grit. Really not in the mood right now... so be prepared to be turned down.

                      1850s. This is my favorite year for piece role-plays. The time-period is so right for adventure. Cowboys, Samurai, Ninjas, Scientists, Inventors, Archeologists, Pirates, Gentlemen (Jane Austin sort), and Hunters are all present. If you have no idea what I'm talking about and want to know the true era of adventure, at least in my opinion, ask about this. I will probably edit this further, but for now will gloss over it lightly.

                      High School. Guilty pleasure. I enjoy High School stories. Love Battle Schools like Real Bout High School, but I can settle with less. This has to be talked about and I do ask you have an idea in mind of what kind of twist you plan to correlate onto this, since it's such a broad genre.

                      Super Heroes. You will have to pull teeth on this one for me. I love comic books, but understand I like Grant Morrison and Alan Moore comics. I enjoy the very odd, quirky stuff. PM me your idea and I'll think about it.

                      Planescape. So much win. So, so much win. Planescape is a setting you need to know beforehand before randomly saying yes. I love Planescape and would be so down with the ORIGINAL SETTING of it. There has been an excellent role-play up for more than a year called Sigil: City of Doors. Much love to the creators for making it, but yes, it is a Planescape RP and no, I do not want to RP in that thread only because I prefer the boxed material. I totally admire them for taking it and adding to the idea by merging it with the world of Gaia, whcih really works. It works damn well and I endorse this RP with all my heart, but I do not want to role-play in it because I'm pretentious and a p***k. I would like the original setting, which means, all the original D&D worlds.

                      Steampunk. You mix this with the 1850s genre and I will lick you in the right places. I love steampunk. Victorian era, if you please.

                      Kaiju. Godzilla. I don't know how this would work, but I want it to so badly. I want to RP in the world of Godzilla: Final Wars. Yeah, I'm that big of a nerd.



                  That's all I can think of at the moment. More might be added. I might cross some of these off the list, but I will not remove them. If you see it crossed out, know I am full up or fed up of that particular RP. Again, if something you want to RP is not above and isn't on the list below, post it. I'm very open to inspired ideas.

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                  Real grown up, eh? No-nos. These ideas are poopy and you're a poopy-head for asking if I want to RP these. Maturity is funny.

                      Vampires. If you're curious why I am looking for horror with no vampires, here is my reasoning (also my views on sparkly vampires). Know that this extends to werewolves as well. These got boring a long time ago. I am not just talking about Twilight either. Want to know a secret? Dracula is a book about smut. Bram Stoker's Dracula is an understated book about symbolic sensuality, which was a big no-no back when it was written. I love The Lair of the Purple Worm, another book about Bram Stoker, so don't think I'm hating on him, but Dracula is the Victorian Era's Twilight. The difference being that Twilight was written by an incompetent writer. Bram Stoker mostly got the lore of Vampires wrong in his book and no one bitched about "not being real vampires". What I'm saying is that people need to stop bitching about what a fictional creature is and isn't. Twilight's take on Vampires is no more disingenuous than Bram Stoker's Dracula. The only vampire flicks I enjoy nowadays are the ones with Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee. If you have a problem with me saying this, then leave. I am very volatile to vampire role-plays and those merely mentioning Twilight, love it or hate it.

                      Angels or Demons. Let me expand on this too, while I'm at it. Angels and Demons are fine in anime, but they've become cliche to a point of sadness. I know, I'm contradicting myself from what I previously said about "fictional creatures" but I'm tired of these things. They are just blanket excuses for people who can't think of any other omni-powerful creatures.

                      Canon Characters. This rule might be the exception. I don't like playing canon characters, that doesn't mean I won't. I just put it on the list since I don't want to make a "maybe" list. I don't want to RP characters outside of my own design merely because I have to do research most of the time. Ask gently about this one and understand I might turn you down on the grounds of a canon character... then again, I might not.

                      Yaoi or Yuri. And there goes most of my possible role-players. I don't want to RP Yaoi or Yuri, but please let me explain myself. I do not mind homosexuality in the RP, but I do not enjoy the worship homosexuality has gotten. I am not homophobic in the slightest (I used to live with a gay couple and my own mother came out of the closet last year), I just don't like the idea that the entire pull is "OMG THEY YAOI! BOY LOVE!" if a character is homosexual, good. Fine. We'll RP homosexuals, but don't make the whole RP about it. I like plot pertaining to more than a twist that they have the same genitalia. Homosexuality isn't anything special to me anymore. I'm not inspired by it, I merely find it a part of life and find it a trait of a person, so the idea that the whole RP hinges on the two shacking up and the problem is them being gay isn't really exciting me. Maybe if it takes place in the south in the 1940s, but otherwise... I'm good.


                  That's all I can think of for now and that's it for me. I think I just finished the thread. I might add images, I might not. Either way, welcome and I hope you enjoyed reading.

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Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. In a certain small town Harold, the local gravedigger, upon hearing a bell one night, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time, it wasn't either. A voice from below begged and pleaded to be unburied.

"Are you Sarah O'Bannon?" Harold asked.

"Yes!" The muffled voice asserted.

"You were born on September 17, 1827?"

"Yes!"

"The gravestone here says you died on February 20, 1857."

"No, I'm alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!"

"Sorry about this, ma'am," Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. "But this is August. Whatever you are down there, you sure as hell ain't alive no more, and you ain't comin' up."

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A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.

What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.

At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

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When I was a child my family moved to a big old two-floor house, with big empty rooms and creaking floorboards. Both my parents worked so I was often alone when I came home from school. One early evening when I came home the house was still dark. I called out, "Mum?" and heard her sing song voice say "Yeeeeees?" from upstairs. I called her again as I climbed the stairs to see which room she was in, and again got the same "Yeeeeees?" reply. We were decorating at the time, and I didn't know my way around the maze of rooms but she was in one of the far ones, right down the hall. I felt uneasy, but I figured that was only natural so I rushed forward to see my mum, knowing that her presence would calm my fears, as a mother's presence always does. Just as I reached for the handle of the door to let myself in to the room I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother call "Sweetie, are you home?" in a cheery voice. I jumped back, startled and ran down the stairs to her, but as I glanced back from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack. For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there, and I don't know what it was, but it was staring at me.

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During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time.

Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm's well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year).

Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. For the remaining 45 minutes of video, until the batteries in the camera died, it remained in its stationary position.

To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well, or why the height and stature of the woman in the video didn't come close to matching the body they'd found in the oven.

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Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands on, and loved going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy realized he had read everything the store had to offer. He confronted the owner, and asked him if he had anything the boy had never checked out. The owner said why, yes, I do, and pulled out a book called “Death”. He gladly sold it to the boy at a discounted price of 50$.

However, he warned the boy, never to read the front page. Well, the boy returned to his house and read the book, and he was content. However, he always wondered, what could be on that front page, it was always in the back of his mind. One day, the temptation was too much for the boy, and he flipped to the very front of the book, and dropped the book in HORROR.

There, in bold print, was MSRP 7.99$
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