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 Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:32 am
 "And so my legacy begins"
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[A.V.] rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 10
Total: 20 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:41 am
He knelt down beside it, watching, waiting.
When nothing else happened, he took a deep breath, putting his head beneath the water.
"Heal my children,"
"And when you do I will give you a gift of immeasurable value. That is my only wish and my only desire. Take these waters and carry them to my children."
He felt something pull him up, and he gasped, panting as water poured down his face.
"Heal my children,"
Not knowing any other means, he cupped his hands, placing it into the water, and allowed the orbs to lead him to the tree. Would a little water even save such a thing?
"Heal my children,"
Still it asked, and he tilted his cupped hands, letting the water trickled on its roots. He stepped back as the tree shuddered, a single acorn forming from one of the branches. He watched as it fell, and the tree withered up.
"Thank you"
Picking up the seed, he placed it in his palm.
What now?Seed Size: 20mm
Status: Just a seedling
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[A.V.] rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:48 am
He prepared for this day, ever since he was small, and now, they were finally here. Though there were so many others, all vying for the same thing, he knew his one purpose. His goal.
He had to win.
Only when he won, then he would be free.
Finally, they reached the finales, and he heard the crowd cheering them on. But no, they hadn't won yet. Only when the gold medal hung around his neck, around his team's neck, only then did he know for sure that they'd won.
And so he prepared, ready to swim that final stretch.
When he won, he would finally... be...
Free
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[A.V.] rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:49 am
The surrounding was bleak, as well as his fate. But this was this destiny, this was the world they lived in now. All he heard was voices, their voices, hounding him, ridiculing him, lording each and every little thing he did over him. Shackled and chained to a life he never wanted, and would never escape, he lived to serve the queens until his very last breath.
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[A.V.] rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:50 am
The best day about the end of school was that he could finally log on to his computer and play THE BEST MMORPG EVER
Books and bag was already tossed aside, school clothes thrown hapzardly on his bed as he settled into his favourite computer chair in an old ripped t-shirt and wrinkly shorts. His favourite faction to play was Deus Ex, and though he wasn't quite sure why he picked the death division (the sun division seemed MUCH more exciting), that death lead was hardcore. Best leader ever. No other division had a kickass boss with a giant scythe, slaughtering anyone who got in his way. Ok, so sometimes some of the hunters got taken out too, but that was their fault. He was too cool to ever get on the dude's bad side.
He beamed as his instant messenger pinged, letting him know his best friend had just logged on, and he quickly pulled up their window to send them a quick message.
Though she complained, he knew she wouldn't let him down. A minute later, she was already later, fully decked out in her hunter coat with a backpack of gear.
While they were chatting, he hadn't noticed that one of the horsemen players had spotted them, and now they were surrounded.
They never saw it coming.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:52 pm
Prompt Rolling a 5: Your character has been a minipet their entire life. They grew up in the Scarefari, where their parents told them to go to Minipet Battle School. Their hopes is to one day breed with a big, strong minipet and create beautiful children. However, on the way there are many adventures, including being bullied by stronger minipets in the Battle Arena, and nearly being sold to the Black Market, or taken to the Altar of Sacrifice. It's a cruel world in the minipet world, and not everyone is out to help them. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a minipet, in the minipet setting (anywhere on the site is fair game for interpretation "icly"). You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
Jake frowned as he stared at the large building before him.
Minipet Battle School
He knew his parents wanted to come here to find a mate, but jack no, all he wanted to do was fight. Fight and win! He had picked up scuffles with some of the minis in the scarefari, and had learned these wicked-looking battle scars (and he found a shiny to boot!). He even modified some of the fancy junk he found into battle gloves. Aw yis, he was all prepped for this yup.
But of course, life was cruel and nothing ever ended up going the way he wanted. He ended up being beaten by some large minis (stupid pom behemoths!), and then some of those Halloween students from that weird school tried to kidnap him and sell him for silver. Some even tried to sacrifice him to the altar for a better mini. Heck, he was the BEST mini, how dare they try to do something stupid like that!
Though it was all worth it in the end when he found the most beautiful turtlecat he had ever seen and they had 829034893 beautiful children.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:04 pm
Prompt Rolling a 9: Your 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 -
It is up to you how your character looks, and (optionally) what weapons they use as well as who they face. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
He stood, panting, blood dripping from his brow. This was it, his final kill. If he could kill just one more, he'd be free, free to leave this life he was enslaved to. Day after day, he fought, day after day, he saw others die. He knew, that one day, one day he would face the same fate, that he'd no longer be able to fight, that he would be killed. But until that day came, he fought. Fought and won his battles. All he needed was one more, one more and he could finally escape this hell.
And so, he was prepared to show no mercy to this final opponent, determined to strike them down with one blow. And so he rushed, prepared to kill them without letting his emotions take hold of him, before remorse or mercy could set in. But when she stepped into view, he froze, all resolve fading.
No. Not her. Anyone but her.
Her kind smile, how she offered to dress his wounds after each battle. She wasn't one of the slaved, she didn't have to do this, so... why...
She gave him a sad smile, and he knew. This was her punishment for helping him. Shackled with chains, she stepped forward, closing her eyes. Though she didn't speak, he could hear her thoughts.
Finish me. Finish me, and you'll be free.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:09 pm
He watched as the sapling grew when he offered the memories. With this they would surely grow and become what she wanted, right?
He accepted its blessing, and was about to leave, when he heard a voice.
"Not quite."
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:15 pm
He found himself returning to the lake, but the sight that greeted him made his eyes widen.
"Take some of this water, and my blessing. This is my last request. Show my children your world so they will grow each unique and different."
Instead of one, there were several pools, and he glanced at each, wondering which one to choose.
He found himself drawn to the dark pool, and dipping his hands into it, he froze as painful memories surfaced, growing, blossoming.
Gritting his teeth, he ignored them, and with his hands filled with the dark liquid, he splashed it onto the tree, watching it grow, a single apple forming on one of its branches.
"Are you satisfied with what I have become?"
He didn't know.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:16 pm
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