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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 4:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:27 pm
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:28 pm
Without much choice, Otto scooped what what water he could from the magical lake. He stood up slowly, his breath held tight so as not to disturb the water within his palms. Each step toward the tree felt like an hour. His eyes focused on the small pool of water in his hands, and occasionally he would trip on a root, forcing some of the water out between his fingers.
By the time half of his palm's water had spilled, he'd somehow made it to the tree. Carefully he poured it onto the tree, feeling a great relief wash over himself.
The acorn that spawned soon after gave Otto some comfort. Maybe this was working. He wondered what else he could do here. It wasn't exactly interesting to the young boy. Tending and nurturing a tree. But without much else to do in this place...
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:40 pm
Quote: Rolling a 6: Your character is a private eye detective, and this time, they have been hired on what is claimed to be an unsolvable case. You arrive there with only your handy notepad and your own, sharp eye. Something about the case seems odd, from the body, to the events happening, something paranormal. You feel like there is more to the story than what you've been given, but you can't place a finger on it, not quite yet. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a detective, in Film Noir setting (in the 1930's). You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from. Otto boarded the train, a heavy briefcase containing the case files of the latest strange murder to plague the small town of Amity. He was slated to meet with one of the town's top officials about the case on this very train, headed for the little town miles from anywhere. Amrita, was her name, he was told. A girl with gams like a goddess and hair that rolled into thick, exotic curls. Otto found the car they'd be staying in, getting out his filed in preparation for meeting with her. Honestly, the whole case was beyond normal. "Honestly.. bodies that are possessed and then kill themselves? What a load of..."
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 2:22 pm
Quote: Rolling a 10: All characters in this world have the special ability that when they hit a certain age, they can summon a creature form of themselves. The most powerful are the zodiac creatures, the twelve animals that govern the zodiac (starting with Rat --> Pig), the least powerful are the lesser creatures that govern them, such as pigeons, etc. When doing this prompt, look at all the minor achievements your character has collected. If you have less than 10, write for a less powerful one, if you have less than 20 write for an average one, if you have more than 21 write for a greater zodiac creature. How do they bond/ what is their role in this world/ how do they communicate with each other is entirely up to you. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from. "You sure did. A little too close." Otto hissed, huffing indignantly at the higher being known as Amrita. Honestly, these Greater Zodiacs always thought they could do as they pleased with little regard for the little guy. But then again, late or not, she did agree to help. With a resigned breath out, Otto calmed himself down. The teen wasn't actually at that age yet, where he would come to be able to summon anything. As such, finding the one responsible for the horrible events happening in his community was difficult. But with her around, he might be able to get to the bottom of it. After all, she had power he did not. "Thanks, I guess... anyway. It had to be someone of your calibur.. someone with amazingly strong Zodiacal powers. One of the great twelve." He gave her a look that said he didn't trust her yet, but had little choice. "You'd know better than anyone who might have had a hand in it."
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 3:52 pm
Quote: Already Rolled 10 / Using Prompt 9Your character only knows about the Arena. They exist in the Arena, they fight in the Arena, they are slaves in the Arena. Every single day, they live, caged, watching countless faces also get roll in, and countless faces die. Every single day they wait for their 99th kill. They are on kill 98. Tomorrow will be kill 99. Tomorrow, they will face - "Don't act so innocent.." Otto grumbled, the bars surrounding them becoming maddening. "Ain't like you never fought like they do neither. Tomorrow is the last day." Grimly his expression fell, his black and blue body a trophy of every day he'd lived through. This girl in front of him looked the same, but still held on to some strange sort of innocent spirit. Maybe it was a facade, to keep herself detached from all she'd done up to this point. She didn't get this far by playing the victim. She too, had to be a villain deep down. "I don't know what happened. All I know is everyone is pretty damn dead by now. The next fight.. the last one.. decides everything for us."
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 4:15 pm
Quote: Rolling a 4: Your character exists in a part of the wild west, where law is no longer on their side. They must obey the Sheriff, and that is their only singular rule in these parts of town. Their town is often attacked by the unrulies, neighbouring crude towns that reside to no laws. It is up to you to keep your own town afloat, and remember what it means to be a cowboy. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a cowboy, or something that exists in the wild west setting. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from. "You're a lot more obvious than you think, Sheriff." He uttered the word like it was dirtying his tongue, the woman of equal height standing tall with power and position. She flaunted that power far too long. She was getting sloppy. Otto had long ached to bring this one down, but for years, had little else to go on other than a grudge. The young blonde dipped his hat to hide his gaze from the harsh sun, and likely also from the judgemental stares of the ruffians who surrounded them. "These losers... these lawless men that're always kickin' up trouble.. it's all part of your game, ain't it?"
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 4:33 pm
Quote: Already Rolled a 10... and 9.... going for 8Rolling a 8: Your character plays This is Halloween, the greatest online MMO ever created. While in reality they may exist as their somewhat boring, ordinary selves (with jobs, or school, or whatnot), online they can be whatever they want. Part of the noble (but human) faction of Deus Ex as a Hunter, or the more neutral faction of Halloween, or even the feared Horsemen faction. PVPs, raids, and even some roleplayed events occur for your character to get loot. Basically, they are humans ICly playing their actual TiH incarnations, feel free to interpret as you please. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from. He finally had her! Otto had been tracking this Player Killer for ages, and finally he had the little twerp in his grasp! He was levelled up, had the best armour and weapons pixel cash could buy. He'd ranked up through the levels, became one of few to gain special abilities through tasks and bitter trials. It was time for vengeance. But as he readied himself to fight her, she blindsided him. She ported out. "NOO!" He screamed into his head set, slamming his hands down onto the keyboard. "********!" He'd been so close! So close, but now it was all for nothing. She'd slipped through his clutches despite all the preparations he'd made to confront her. He'd failed. No matter what he did in that world, or this one, he was always doomed to fail, letting victory slip through his fingers faster than the blink of an eye. It was game over.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 5:49 pm
Otto fed the strange and scattered memories to the sapling, watching it grow just a little taller. More.. it needed more. He wanted to give all he could to this life form that relied on him. Maybe he could bring it to it's full potential. And so he returned to where the lake had been, the environment having changed since he last visited. Otto dipped his hands into the warm pool of water, his heart wrapped in a comforting glow of memories. They were faint, but not distant. Softly they lulled his often frazzled nerves into a calm sway. Somewhere in time, he'd been cared for, nurtured and loved. He wasn't sure of whom, or when. He couldn't recall any particular memory from it, but he felt it. Deep in his soul. Perhaps he'd been much too young to fully retain such memories. He gently let the water fall, the tree growing into something breathtaking. A beautiful tree, filled with warmth and light. Orbs that gave off a warm glow whispered to him. He'd done it. He'd brought this small seed and given it all he could. And look at it now! Otto closed his eyes, allowing the warmth of the orbs to overcome his mind. A memory played, slowly edging into the edge of his mind...
"Otto? I have to go to the store to pick up milk. Do me a favour and watch Fred for me?" His 89 year old grandfather ruffled the blonde's hair with a big, wrinkled hand, ambling slowly out the door. The store was a good twenty minutes down the road if one was walking, which meant Otto would have to look after the rambunctious dog all on his own.
But that was okay. The 8 year old had never felt so proud to be given such a responsibility. The 1 year old sheep dog named Fred was probably Otto's favourite thing ever recently. He loved to play with him, and now he was basically it's dad now, right? For a whole hour probably! The boy grinned and ran over to the fluffy critter, who was busily chewing on one of the slipper's Otto's grandfather had sacrificed to the small animal in lieu of actual toys.
"Fred!" Otto grinned. "Wanna have a treat?" He waved a big box of dog treats, which instantly had the dog's attention as it leapt at the small framed boy, knocking him over with a grunt.
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