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 Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:47 pm
Survival isn't a fantasy on television.
Once you're in the game, you can't
get out. OO
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:48 pm
 r u l e s
● Follow all TOS, and rules of the guilds. Don't do anything that you wouldn't usually do in role plays no?
● Make your posties pretty. No cluttering. Thoughts are italicized and speaking is colored and/or bold, but it must be colored. Make sure you at least have a picture and your character's name.
● I expect at least two paragraphs at the least. Most can be as much as you want, just don't give me crap. Quality over quantity is a golden rule! Try not to misspell your words and I want decent grammar. We all speak English pretty well right?
● To reserve/profile a character, fill out the associated skeleton and PM me it the title "Coconuts are hard to crack" Yeah that's weird, but it's what I want. Characters are celebrities for this one. Nothing else. And no cartoons or anime, just real peeps.
● Be kind to your fellow roleplayers! I rule this little role play so respect me and I will surely respect you. OOC only in the OOC forum, unless its something important.
● PLEASE DO NOT Quote someone's post and then respond.
● No Mary-Sues or Gary-whos. I want originality.
● For now, you may only achieve ONE character. I want everyone to get a part, and if you want to play two, you'll have to be both a girl and a guy. Can't take up either one.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:50 pm
s t o r y
A cruise ship has capsized during a raging storm and a small family, the captain, and a few others have landed luckily upon an uncharted island after hitching a life boat before the ship tumbled over. Wait, did I say lucky? Yeah, these people hardly have any form of survival except what ever girl scout or boy scout training they endured during their child hood. So, not really lucky. On the same island there is a village made of...well villagers. They have a king, queen, and a princess and then there are the other natives that dwell in the villages. The King may or may not welcome these villagers to stay in their humble adobe. You have the key board, how will this play out? Will these little city dwellers make it home safely? Can they survive in the wild?
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:12 pm
s k e l e t o n s [align=center][size=16][color=postingcolor2]Role[/color][/size]
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:34 pm
r u m o r s
- Mr. Betrothed has an arranged marriage with the Princess
i n f o && u p d a t e s
- almost done with the role play!
- roles are up!
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:17 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:19 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:20 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:38 pm
o p e n
*chops ribbon*
[even though only two people have joined...
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 5:00 pm
AS THE TALE BEGINS
The cruise-ship has toppled over after a brutal storm from the
night before. The cruisers have landed ashore an "unknown"
island—at least unknown to them—and are cold, hungry, and
extremely tired. It is morning now and they have spent the
night sleeping on some leaves and sand. Awaken, they begin to
look for better shelter, or oasis. On the villagers side, a council
meeting is being held, to discuss the conditions of the village.
The storm was so violent it had sent half the available housing
into the trees or ocean, or even deeper in the mysterious parts
of the forest. The rest of the villagers are cleaning up the
residue or preparing meals. Some wandered into the forest to
look for pieces to help sustain their home.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 8:08 am
  "Your Highness, you Grace, it is dawn. The Council members ask of you to join them. They have urgent news to share with you." Maria's smiled slightly, happy to see that the King and Queen stirred. The madame was first to awaken, as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. She was such a beautiful lady. Perfect darkened skin, and vivid hazel eyes with long lush hair. Maria was always in awe at the royal family. Though, she couldn't consider her position lucky for she was always the under class, always served last but serving others first. She didn't think about that too much and instead focused on helping her village, by of course helping royalty. According to legends, the royal family was chosen by the Gods, and they possessed a family heirloom given to the strongest male in the adobe. It is what the King wore around his neck at all times. Apparently, it was a pathway to the Gods, and according to legacy, through the talisman they gave him signs as to what's the best decision for their village.
Which of course his royal majesty would need to lead the council and ease their worries. A violent storm must have stood for something. Often it stood for trouble, but Maria remembered stories from her past speaking of 'others' being brought to their village by the storm. As if transported through its whistling winds for the villages need. Word is someone among the village actually is one of the infamous others, but they were probably very elderly and couldn't remember if they wanted to. Maybe, maybe not. Maria wanted to know very badly, but she decided against the curiosity today. Today everyone would be in clean up duty. Half the available housing had flown away and many of the clan members and their families had lost all they owned. Which speaking from retro spec wasn't very much. The royal family had lost nothing except one of the guest houses. The only time those were used was in bad weather, and if one of the villagers were gravely injured and the Shaman was required to go through the healing process. They usually didn't have guests unknown to them unless from a neighboring tribe. But the tribes have been on edge lately, so it was best that they not speak much to each other. People feared the idea of battle. This village wasn't the kind to prepare for such. They had their spears and arrows, but they were a peaceful little piece of this island. One with nature.
The King had finally followed his wife out of the bed, both of them without clothes on. In this village, it wasn't unusual to see them without their royal threads, and it did not shame Maria, but in their respect she turned away and began to fold the few cloaks and clothing they possessed. Everyone didn't need many clothes. They washed everyday—usually led by Maria and the other women—and it didn't take too much time. Wearing little was always better then having to pick out something unless for a special feast. Which is why Maria only had three sets of clothing. Her nightly wear, her maiden wear, and her special wear. Nothing fancy, not that she could manage to get it. She had the talent to make her own, but it was forbidden to have anything better then the King and Queen's, but especially the Princess. It was just how things were. However, Maria always wished to have her own beaded tunic sort of speak. White and radiant. Oh well.
The king had made his way to the council and the Queen bid Maria farewell. Maria smiled and bowed before exiting the home. She noticed that everyone had decided to eat before getting to the hard work. She wondered if she should suggest to the cook to serve the King something, but most likely the council members already had their own little breakfast party. More then likely. Maria began to bundle up some sea-stained wash from what the earlier weather condition had left over. It smelled like fish. The trash was unusually dingy this time, and their were plenty of foreign objects that only usually showed up at the shore. Not many people knew of that because no one really bothered to venture there except maybe the huntress and the scout.
Speaking of which, they probably needed someone to go down to the shore and see if any of their beloved items had gone missing down there. It was just a simply walk through the jungle, the side that wasn't very dangerous. Even though Maria knew how to wield a spear—something required to learn—she didn't mind going unarmored. She was faster that way. Grabbing a quick loaf fruit bread—something the cook himself invented—she ventured towards her usual place. A place where she didn't have to serve anyone and just become one with nature. But as she walked deeper into the unseen path, she could have sworn she heard tiny voices over the orchestra of her surroundings.
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