- Welcome to the Looking Glass (March 2014 event) signups! EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE is encouraged to enter! This is an event that is based on your own pacing, however you want to post, whenever. It doesn't have any requirements other than what YOU want out of it. So sit back, enjoy the story and your character involvement and for sure please do come join us! - You may sign up with a max of TWO characters. Assuming you do all the ALL the world exploration and ALL the optional side quests, is quite a fair bit of effort! This event is not intensive however just at the base. The side quests are OPTIONAL. There is a lot of OPTIONAL content: if you want to power through the event and get the storyline as well as RP points for your character, it is a minimum of one prompt per 24-48 hours. - This event will start March 20th and finish at the end of March (approximately) - This event is a storytelling event, with a lot of focus on your character. It is MMO themed (massive multiplayer online game) and your character gets an alias as well as picking a job class that will be unique to this event. They will level up and gain access to swankier skills and job classes as the story progresses/ however you put effort in your character.
- This event's battle system is streamlined into a quick card battle system! More information will be released about it when the time draws closer. - NEWBIES and people WITHOUT CHARACTERS are more than invited! Please DO come as this will give you a great chance to potentially win a custom as well as plenty of beautiful Wonderland themed premades! Come participate, join the fun and craziness, and really, pave a path for your character. Newbies will be signing up with QUEST characters which you can create HERE
- Once again as a newbie you will be making a QUEST CHARACTER. quest characters are characters that are not yet actual characters. Think of it as a wishlist! Even veterans can sign up with a quest character! You can sign up HERE - You may sign up with quest Hunters OR Students. For this event only, you will not be able to sign up with quest horsemen. - Quest Hunters: For all IC intents and purposes your quest Hunter is podded. They do not know they are a Hunter. They simply are aware they are human before this adventure happens, living whatever lives they had. They also have the ability of course to see shadows. For more information on Hunters, please click OUR NEWBIE GUIDE - Quest Students: Quest students come from schools other than Amityville or haven't started school yet but are looking to enroll! For more information on students, please click OUR NEWBIE GUIDE
- Simply POST using the form below. In the form you'll see an area called NIGHTMARE SOLO. This is where I want you to post a small prompt for your character where they are having a nightmare. Their nightmare can be about ANYTHING as long as it's pertinent to your character. This nightmare solo is for your eyes only, as a writing exercise to lead up to the event - Feel free to sign up first and fill the nightmare solo later. The nightmare solo will be forged into a unique weapon that your character will carry with you at the final boss. What you write in the nightmare solo will affect it. Yes, each one's shape and form is unique! - Yes, while it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED you write one, there is no maximum or minimum word count so write away!
[b]YOUR GAIA USERNAME:[/b] [b]CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH:[/b] [b]LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[/b] [b]RED OR WHITE?[/b] I can't guarantee which one you'll be on, but I'll try my best. If a side is very uneven, I may move later registered players onto the other side to help even if out. If you REALLY MUST only rp on one side, please pm WE ARE HALLOWEEN and we will work something out, but please be flexible! It's only fun when both sides are even! [b]NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:[/b] - You can [b]sign up first[/b] and [b]fill the nightmare solo later[/b]. Just a reminder that this solo can and will affect gameplay at the end so if you leave it blank post signups you will get a small bonus handicap!
Prompt: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you.
You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever. ( OOC: Once again Nightmare solos will affect something at the end of the event, but it is UP TO YOU how long you want to write yours. It can be two lines and that is fine seriously! Whatever you're comfortable with. Think of it as a writing exercise) [b]I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING[/b] (wow shock and surprise)
Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 8:23 pm
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Q: How long is the event? - It runs from March 20th to the 31st approximately, give or take a few days depending on pacing.
Q: Is this event intense compared to the last meta? - This is an event, and not so much an intense meta! It is meant to be lighthearted, but you can take it as intense as you want. There is only one main quest to complete a day, but a bunch of optional side quests and prps you can participate in other than an ORP. Major posts are done every 24 - 48 hours and will mention a deadline. They're very minimal and usually just require a couple of dice rolls and a reaction post. Even if you just fulfill the minimum requirements, as long as you finish from start to end, even if you skip a day, you are still eligible for prizes. - If you'd like to get more out of the event we have options to battle, PRP, and do additional quests. These are just for your character honestly, and for you to have fun. You choose how much you want to put into it, we just provide the world and setting! If you miss a day, no, this will not majorly affect your meta character. You can just continue on with the next day's quests until the final end.
Q: I see a lot of premades! How does the prize system work? - Our prize system will be based on daily activity. So that means even if you tried day 1 you are still eligible. Every day you post with your character all you need to do is post proof of them trying. It doesn't have to be a big post as long as you tried to rp with your character and complete the task, as a small minimum. These tasks take 15 - 30 minutes, they really are not that intense. I want to stress this is an RP for you to discover YOUR character, quest or regular character, so whatever time you put in is the ultimate reward for yourself. Anyway one ticket a day, if you finish from start to finish, with just a few gaps, but at least TRIED to power to the end, you will get 5 bonus tickets and eligibility for the CUSTOMS raffle
Q: Customs raffle? - Yes we are opening FREE CHARACTER CUSTOMS as well. These are for people who really tried their best from start to finish to participate in the meta. Again this doesn't have to be intense. Just a small post per day or every two days to really just say you gave it your best shot. At the end we will have a special customs raffle for everyone who did try.
Q: I do not have a character? Can I sign up! - Of course! Just make sure you have a QUEST character. Get started by making a quest here! We just ask you do not play quest horsemen. So quest students and hunters only for now! If you win a custom you DO NOT have to get this quest character and can opt for any other quest you'd like INCLUDING Horsemen!
Q: I am a newbie, what are my chances of winning anything? - You get equal chances in the premade raffle, as long as you participate. You will also get a PRIORITY ROLL in the customs raffle. That means if you tried from start to finish, the newbie roll pile will be uniquely rolled for winners, depending on how many newbies there are. A newbie is a person who has 2 characters OR LESS. - In addition to this, we will nominate a couple of newbies. These have a chance of winning bonus premades or a custom. * Please note, in the past 3 metas/events, we have had more premades and customs that we are able to give out to actual newbies! If you are a newbie we highly highly highly highly recommend you sign up. Our current giveaway count is 12 premades and 5 custom characters by our wonderful artists. I'm sure more will be added by the time signups end!
Q: I don't want to win a custom/ premade but I still want to participate! Do I forfeit prizes? - You will get to choose ALT or GROWTH art of your character instead. This includes special Wonderland themed alt art for your character! If you'd rather not any of those, we also have minipet prizes for everyone. Make sure you keep an eye out for prize claims at the end!
Q: I want to participate but I'll be busy in the middle/ end/ beginning! - Not a problem! It's okay if you're busy for a few days in the middle and can't post. As long as you come back and continue trekking on, you're fine! All these days are stand alone quest events so if you can't do a day's quest that is fine. Please do give it your best effort if you want to be eligible for the end prizes though such as the CUSTOMS RAFFLE. Even if you try at the start you are still eligible for premade prizes
Q: Will you be doing paid/ auction /raffle anything? - Nah this is all free stuff in the event! All you need to do is give it a try!
Q: What is this event about? - I'm so glad you asked, QNA person who isn't Zoobey! This event is themed loosely off Alice in Wonderland. You'll see a lot of favourite characters, in TiH renditions pop up, and because it is also MMO (multiplayer online game) themed, it means your character will be able to log in, immerse themselves into this virtual world, and enjoy the experience without actually hurting themselves in person! We have created some whimsical questlines, some rather fun worlds and AiW themed NPCS for you to challenge and complete. Everything is broken into QUESTS, with one main questline a day, and then you can pick and choose whatever you want to do, including having fun just rping and prping with others! It has very minimal suffering but suffering will always be there for those who need it.
Q: What other prizes are there? - The prize of my kokoro
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: santime CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Shenny LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? White! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Shenny couldn't sleep. Nervous, exhausted, she has spent all evening prepare to her trip to Amityville, and finally every inch of her body was tired. She was turning round, like a fish on a frying pan, and when she finally fell asleep, peace kept avoiding her. She had a few minor nightmares, almost a usual routine, she got used to them, but the last one was so vivid, so... real. She was floating in the deep silent nothingness, her senses left her, and the ghouls failed to remember who she was, and what she was doing there in the first place.
Who am i?.. Why it's so silent?.. Where did all the colours, all the lights, and all the rhythms disappear?..
Shenny was alone in the dark, but she was scared of no monsters. Something much scarier was her opponent this time. Nothingness. Unfulfillness.
Who was she?.. She could not remember. Merely a shadow.. a shadow with no light to define its existence.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 12:42 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: PhiferWolf CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Uru'baen LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? Red [flexible] NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you.
You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever.
The estate was darker than usual, the candle lit lamps that lined the walk way up to the mansion were out. As Uru'baen walked further up the path, he took notice that the grass had become overgrown and unkept, their usual neatness and design was lost to it now, ignored by those who tended it. The bushes have become mishapened, unattended like the rest of the estate. The servants that once moved around the grounds in their hurried pace were nowhere to be seen, he hadn't even spotted a single heartbeat among the bleak place. Hurried, he moved to the mansion, pushing open the large doors to the home. Silent. Dark. Empty. "Brenna?" he called out, the first name that came to his mind was his sister's. No answer came, silence was the only response. The demon moved up the stairs that centered the building onto the upper floors, running down dark hallways that were once light by candle light. He allowed his mind to pilot him through the darkness, working from memory, to the place he recalled to be his younger sister's room. Pushing the doors open, the quarters were empty, neat, but no one inside. Taking down the hall, he went to his own room, at least, where it used to be. The door was locked. With a growl, he punched through the wooden door to only have the fist connect to the wall behind it. The room was gone. Confusion set in as he let his body take him to his next destination.
As he passed a door, he noticed the faint glow of light through the edges of the wood frame, the ground spilling it's contents onto the rug. Uru pushed open the door to the study. The smell of blood assaulted him as soon as the doors were opened. Bodies of servants sprawled about the study and the upper floors. Books strewn everywhere, the pages ripped and tainted by stains of the fallen. Before the flickering fire place, a large chair sat before it and a large body beside it, sitting, leaning against it. As he approached closer, he recognized it as his uncle, but he did not move in response to Uru's movements.The person in the chair he could only imagine to be his mother even if he could not see her.
"Where's Brenna?" He questioned, his voice deep, rumbling with concern and anger, circling around the chair.
"Oh, she was so beautiful. She was so powerful. She moved with such grace." a frail voice croaked. His eyes wide as he came closer, the light from the fire flickering on the bloodied face of his uncle. His mother caressed her daughter's head in her bloodied hands, her lifeless body been her legs. "She would have been a wonderful alpha. She was such a good girl." "What-what have you done!?" he roared, falling to his hands and knees as he reached for his sister's cheek. Even then, her eyes closed, her face was soft and innocent, even marred with crimson, she was beautiful. The last string that kept him here. Gone. "It was what you've always wanted; the downfall of our family. Your family!" his mother's face distorted into such a grotesque visage, pushing her daughter onto her son as she rose to a frightening height. "IT IS YOUR FAULT, YOU HORRID CHILD! WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL! YOU UNGRATEFUL WHELP!" She roared with outstretched claws. "YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!" She roared as tears streamed down her face, creating blackened rivers over her porcelain cheeks. Her angered roars became heart wrenching sobs. "Why did you do it, child? Why, Brenna? Why?" Her voice pleading as she fell to her knees, her hands opened and slack against the blood stained floor.
Uru looked down as his own, red to the elbow, clothes drenched and heavy. Eyes wide, looking up to his mother who was spared from the crimson guilt. Panic raced through his body as he tried to wipe them clean only to have them produce more blood wherever they touched. With each glance to the bodies that littered the study, he could hear their pleading cries to spare them, begging to stop it all, that this wasn't him. Hesitantly, he looked down at his sister, her eyes half lidded, staring off into the distance, no focus to them. The only one left in his family that he could have protected, the only one left that he cared for. Her blood was on his hands and all he could hear of her now, in her sweet, saccharine voice was; "Please don't kill me, big brother."
(( Fulfilling his goal but at the cost of everything he holds dear ))
I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING Answer's obvious...
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: astrazilla CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Leslie LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:journal RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
tw; child abuse
It is not as though you're unused to being hit. Your whole life has been defined between the moments of abuse, and you have always bared your teeth to your aggressors and you do it again, now, even with their jaws around your neck.
Gently, the teeth squeeze, tugging at your throat, the maws of something nameless and huge and eternal pressing against your skin (salty with the sweat borne from adrenaline and fear) and threatening to crush you.
There are no words, when the dreams get like this, only the constant reminder that you have never been good enough. Too loud, too angry, too frustrated. Too hungry. Too pitiful. You are both small and delicate and the creature drags your limp body to its cave, into the darkness filled with enough insecurities carved from your soul that could feed any feasting crowd.
A string of dumb-stupid-retard-idiot-moron-imbecile, because you could not read until you were eight and could not write your name without a backwards letter until you were twelve. A hand as large as your skull fisted into your hair, dragging you up the stairs and into your room because you have acted out again.
As if your failures were not great enough, they are always accompanied by an again, appended to every sin and wrong-doing, because you do not draw the lines between the start and the finish. Every time, the punishment takes you off-guard, and you scream and cry and demand to know why, mommy help me, but they are of no use.
She is so tired, and you have misbehaved again.
If only you hadn't hit that other child, again. If only you had not stolen their lunch, again. If only you had not yelled in class, again. If only you had not broken what they could not afford to repair, again.
Your failures become a litany repeated enough until it weaves a story of your childhood, and after a time, you begin to expect the punishments that follow.
You still do not understand why, but you know that they are coming.
The creature splits you open and with its gruesome fangs, de-constructs you with the precision of a surgeon: objective, cold, and calculating.
You are a failure, and you get what you deserve.
I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING I SIGN AND AGREE
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:00 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Kaiyumi CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Xiuying LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: It was obvious that the day would come where Xiu had to leave Amityville, but the baku had been unable shake that feeling of dread on the morning that she had been slated to move out of her dorm room. Although she had had plenty of happy memories at the school, she also had her fair share of unhappy ones—ones that made her eyes burn with tears or her blood pulse with anger. The students here went through so much, and the knowledge that she wouldn’t be within seconds of her friends’ sides if something went wrong made her uneasy.
Still, it wasn’t as if she was distancing herself from the school forever. She had justified herself by pointing out that she had graduated and that it was time to move on into the big world. Furthermore, once she and Gene opened up their café, they would be in close proximity to the school anyways, meaning that they would be close by should anything happen. Of course, that wouldn't happen for a while yet, but surely nothing would happen in the time until then...right? In the end, she had managed to convince herself that she was just being paranoid—everyone could take care of themselves, she was sure!—but looking around now…
She should have trusted that gut feeling of hers.
It would have been pitch black had the ground not been illuminated by a series of glowing spider lilies that were scattered across the land. Amityville loomed in the background, and Xiu found herself immediately unnerved by how dark the school was—there was not a single light on in any one of the windows, nor was there the usual bustle and chatter of students. It was just...quiet. Dark.
...Foreboding. Something was very, very wrong.
She glanced down upon seeing movement, realizing that odd, blob-like shadows were slowly rising up from the ground and settling in between the flowers to form...something. For a minute, all she could see were these things rising up and shifting, and then there was suddenly stillness. The movements stopped, and the shadows became something more corporeal, colors and details slowly bleeding in. Squinting at the minimal light that the red glow cast over the shapes, the ghoul quickly came to realize that what she was looking at were figures. Still, motionless figures.
Shoulders trembling as her gaze quickly swept over the crowd, Xiu began to move forward, gingerly stepping around them. Despite the fact it was a little hard to see with the lilies being her only source of light, she found that she was able to easily recognize a number of these bodies from just taking in parts of their features. The clothing they wore, their tails, their wings—the farther she walked, the more ill she began to feel as she came to realize that she knew nearly every single one of them.
And not one of them was moving. She would crouch down beside them to check for breath that was not there, and desperately press her ear to their chest to listen for a heart that was not beating. With each person she paused at, she became more frantic, what little composure she had quickly breaking down. She grasped them by the shoulders and shook them, she choked out their name, and yelled at them, but nothing would work. And between all the despair, confusion, and fury that swirled inside of her as she violently tried to shake life back into these despondent figures, their heads lolling lifelessly, she felt and overwhelming sense of guilt that she had not been here to help.
Honestly, maybe it wouldn’t have made a difference if she had been here—maybe she’d just be in the same situation as everyone else, laying dead on the cold earth—but at least she could have tried to do something. Perhaps she would have been able to save at least one person, but it was far too late for that.
The question was what she did now. There were a number of things that she probably could have chosen to do—she could have gone to try and find help, or she could have continued to try finding a survivor among all the bodies—but for some inexplicable reason, Xiu found herself mutely getting back up and...walking. She just walked.
No matter how far she traveled or which direction she went, the scene was the same: a field lit up by eerie, crimson flowers, silence, and a land full of corpses.
I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING OF COURSE!! OuO
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Kaiyumi CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Lutz LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Where the hell was he? Although he made an effort to keep a straight, calm expression, Lutz was admittedly a little terrified to find that he was in the middle of nowhere--at least, nowhere familiar. He had slowly grown accustomed to his residence in the Undead dorms at Amityville, and had rarely made an effort to venture outside of the school simply because he didn't dare to.
Being new to Halloween had been hard for him. He hadn't expected to wake up one day in world with no memory, and he had had to take the word of a helpful stranger that someone must have revived his corpse and then abandoned him to the wolves. They had directed him to Amityville, and while he didn't know it at the time, the boil would later find himself extremely grateful that he did. The school had become a niche for him, a comfortable place where he actually felt like he belonged.
But outside of it...what was there for him? He didn't know how to really live in this society yet--no one had bothered teaching him, since his Necromancer had never bothered taking responsibility for their actions.
Though he tried to hide it, Lutz was trembling as he scanned his surroundings. He needed to get back, but the question was how. Translucent, shadowy figures walked past him, blatantly ignoring his presence no matter how much he tried to call attention to himself, and there was no sort of sign even hinting at where he was right now. All he saw were run down buildings, trees, and figures.
And then he didn't even see that as everything promptly disappeared, plunging him into a dark, lonely abyss.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: xoxomenai CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Maddox Leandre LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here! RED OR WHITE? Red please! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
"Have a seat."
Maddox shifted beneath the steely glint in his father's eyes, and folded his arms behind him. "I'll stand, thank you."
The elder cait sith arched a brow, before shuffling through a stack of papers on his desk. "It comes to my attention that you have been failing your classes. Furthermore, your mother is not at all pleased with this." A clawed finger pointed to the right, where a mannequin was dressed in what appeared to be torn fabrics, folded and sewn haphazardly together.
Maddy was deathly aware the travesty was his doing. He was also aware, he would never actually do such a thing. He swallowed, the lump in his throat tightening.
"Have you asked Marcielle, Father??" It was just the type of disaster his little sister would cook up for him, if only to have a good laugh.
"And why would I do that?? Clearly you have shown again and again-" His father tossed stacks of papers down onto the desk, that fanned out into horrendous sribbles of various designs. Maddy's designs."-How unworthy you are to the Leandre name. You fail me on every front, and now you fail something as simple as your classes?? I did not pay for you to attend such a prestigeous school, for you to go rambling about as you please!! You are my son, and you WILL own up to that name. Until then, consider yourself entirely disowned from the name Leandre, in every way since birth!!"
The door to the office slammed in his face.
Disowned in every way ...?? Not an employee, not a student ... not even a son?? ... Those words echoed over and over in his mind, layering til he could hear nothing else. The walls of the building around him faded to pitch black, til only the office door remained, and it too, faded from view.
A bloodcurdling scream tore from the boil's throat, and he crumpled to ground.
I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING Yes, Maddy would like to suffer :T
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:01 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Enoh Love CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Ripley Crowell LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:It's so empty /sob RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
The beams above him groaned loudly over the crackle of flames. It was all around him now, and he couldn't figure out where he was; if he had been in this room before, or even if there was a door nearby. The only thing he knew for sure was that he had been here for a while, trying to find his way out, but had so far been unsuccesfull. The flames around him grew wild and hot and the smoke so thick now he could barely see.
Something let out a loud, wooden snap--
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:01 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Toshihiko Two CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Barth LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:here! RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Barth is watching snow make mathematical patterns above one of hell's frozen gardens, where creatures are paused in glacial horror and torment. The snow is soft and comfortable and not wet. Sometimes he is underwater, where movement is floating and effortless, and he wanders freely between gleaming stone castles, with no need for air. Sometimes the places are alien and even stranger, unbound by the laws of Halloween or even the natural world. The starting place is not important. Barth spends most of his time in dreams, and he too is unbound by physical constrictions. He is aware and in control. It does not matter where it starts.
Some part of the landscapes changes. The changes are far away, at first. The distant upheaval of a thunderstorm, a crash like shattering glass or stone. The gravity, next. Crushing, overwhelming gravity, heavy on his shoulders and body, the enveloping destruction, coming for him, him- and then the need to run. He is slow, and it is very, very fast, and he must run, no matter what, or it will be the end, it will all be over- he must run, and run, and run, and run... I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING yes
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Toshihiko Two CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Rodney LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:here! RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Rodney could see the fires, glowing faintly at the bottom of the pit. He did not want to go down there, but he was on the tip of a very long ledge, and whenever he tried to back away, the ledge only grew closer, and the ground he was standing on inclined, until he could not hold on at all and he was falling.
He tried to grab on to the sides of the ledge, but the sides were slick with black mud - no, he realized, oil! It was oil! He had tar all over his shirt and hands. The heat would kill him before he burned alive, the smoke and suffocation, but as the temperature went up and up he did not die. It was unbearably hot, and he had not even reached the fires yet. And worse than even the heat and pain was the hatred bound up into pain, the deep-reaching evil, and soon it was blindingly bright, and through the searing pain he at last reached the fires, felt his skin charring, his bones turning to ash, and then being replaced, over and over and over he burned, and as he screamed he could no longer see the top of the cliff, still falling- and he deserved it, he deserved it... I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING yes
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:02 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Enoh Love CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Helmut Purge LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:here! RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Helmut woke up to something scratching under her bed. The ghoul pulled herself to sit up, too tired yet to be concerned. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, her vision foggy with sleep, and finally let her gaze fall to the edge of the bed, where the scratching was becoming louder. Curiousity had her lean over, squinting through the darkness---
'Do you want to buy some girl scout cookies?'
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Smerdle CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: West LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:x RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
His mentor was smiling.
It wasn't one of those sarcastic grins that lit Rage's face when he was planning to screw his protégé over or even the constipated little smirk that appeared when the ghost was proud, or at least as proud as he ever got. The look Rage was giving him now was genuinely... happy. West wasn't the brightest demon around, but even he could tell there was something more going on. Something wrong.
He wandered the campus in a bit of a daze after the Trick-or-Treater dismissed him, glaring at the students and horsemen as they strode past, lips parted and teeth exposed. Many of them handed each other gifts and wilted flowers even though Scarentines and Xmas were months away. West grew weaker as he plodded forward on the endless path to his room, realizing far too late what was different about the world today.
No one was angry. The emotion that fueled his very core was gone.
He grabbed at the next person he passed, shaking the ghoul until her smile faltered.
"There! Don't stop... whatever that was," he insisted. The feeling he had shaken loose wasn't anger because he still couldn't sense it, but at least it wasn't vacant euphoria. She stared at him in confusion for a half a minute, then the corners of her mouth crept up, curving it into another smile.
"I feel happy," she said. "And you should too. It's a lovely Webday!" She tugged a flower out from behind her ear and handed it to him. His fingers tingled where the stem touched them, spreading numbness through his hand and up his arm. He let her go involuntarily, fighting to catch his breath as she smiled up at him.
"See you!" she chirped as she hopped away.
West watched her go, his whole body anesthetized by the time she was out of sight. He didn't know how long he stood there, not moving or speaking, people passing him without noticing he could no longer do either. The only benefit to being unable to feel anything was that he could not comprehend when he began to flake away, staring into a thousand smiling faces as he disintegrated.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Smerdle CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Brenley LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:x RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
He'd graduated from Amityville with all of the knowledge he'd hoped to gain there and more. Worlds of possibilities throughout Halloween and beyond stretched in front of him, but Brenley met an undead ghoul on a haunting excursion in Transylvania and moved out to the country with her instead, very near to where he had grown up. His mother was delighted. He was... satisfied, he supposed.
He took a remote position with Samhain Industries, researching and developing potions and cantrips for personal daily use. He cared for, even sometimes loved, his children. He presumably helped thousands of Halloween citizens live better lives, but he never did anything. He never did anything.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:05 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: random artist CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Saya LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:here! RED OR WHITE? WHITE FOR WILSOOOOON NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Saya had heard it before. She had been adopted because her parents had left her for dead. They wanted nothing to do with a child that cried endlessly because they didn't know what had been wrong with her. There was nothing for their child to cry about yet she never stopped--
They never understood how Saya, even at a young age, perceived strange things. She felt it, she just didn't know it at the time. She didn't know much more details than that. She only overheard it from her adoptive parents, as lovely as they were. Even her adoptive parents couldn't shield their child from that talk, agreeing that honesty was the best policy.
Saya was scared. Nobody had wanted her to exist when she was born .. and she still didn't know why she was here now. If she wasnt second, third, fourth-- or even hundredth choice, why was she here?
Now she heard the words she feared most of all, in her most precious's person's voice.
"I wish you were never here."
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: random artist CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Vaith LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:here! RED OR WHITE? red for xiiiiuuuu Q___Q <3 NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Vaith hated it. He was scared of it like nothing else. He couldn't imagine it.. and yet, here he was.
In a world with absolutely no ghouls or women.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Torvil CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Aezeloth LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Link be Here! RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Aezeloth didn’t dream all that often anymore – not since the incident that had resulted in the lock that now rested firmly over his heart. He had long since stopped questioning the reason it was there, having given into the complacency of studying and seeking to get better.
He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep, horns keeping his nose from smacking into his desk as they were wont to do most of the times he passed out while studying.
Even in sleep he continued to study, his mind working over the information he’d absorbed throughout the day. He was so absorbed by his dream of working that he didn’t realize the change in his surroundings till it was far too late.
“Pathetic,” the voice spoke from behind, gruff and angry. It was a familiar voice. Quite simply, it was his own. “To think, that I was a reflection of you. You took the gift of knowledge I gave you and you threw it away.”
Zel looked up, blinking as he now sat face-to-face with the glaring red eyes of a shadow version of himself. He was struck by a sense of Deja-vu, and he cursed under his breath.
“I thought I had suppressed you. You’re just a figment of my imagination,” Zel grunted, turning the page of his dream-textbook and sighing. “Go away, I’m busy.”
“No, not this time – I’ve had enough of you running away from everything. So it got a little hard, that’s no reason to- “
Zel quickly stood up, throwing the book at the shadow of himself and watching it dissipate away into nothing. Even in his sleep his head throbbed painfully. Turning, he came face to face with another demon, this one standing an easy head over him. Another Cornugon, this one had a body covered in scars. Chains adorned its body, all spiked and glinting in the sudden fire-filled surroundings. Its hand reached down and slowly wrapped its large claws around his head, lifting him up so that they were eye level.
“This is not what we sent you here to do,” The voice of his father rumbled painfully in his ears. “We sent you to grow stronger – so that you might succeed me. Not to grow soft and bookish – to chase ghouls and entreat with monsters…”
“But father… I…” Zel began to argue, clawing at the claws that were slowly starting to press harder against his head. “I haven’t… chased… any… ghouls…” The pain was growing even worse in his skull now. “Stop… You’re… hurting….”
“Oh but you have… you just don’t remember... You didn’t even have enough bravery to face the truth…” His father growled, slowly turning him so he could see a hazy silhouette that should make sense. “See what you have run away from.”
Zel tried to clamp his eyes shut, but the pressure of his skull was too much. The silhouette began to solidify, but before he could actually see anything resembling a shape, his skull splintered, and everything started to fade to black.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Torvil CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Darren Vaughn LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Link be Here RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Darren had given up ever sleeping without being visited by a nightmare. The question he generally had to ask himself, was if it was an actual nightmare – or a visitation from his mother to ensure he stayed in line and wasn’t allowing Rosy to be led astray. He’d long ago mastered the art of not letting his life enter his dreams – if anything he tend to have very lucid nightmares for that reason.
The nightmare began like most others. He was running an errand for Rosy back at the coven, only he’d forgotten exactly what it was he was supposed to be doing, and so he was quickly making his way back to her in order to have her tell him what exactly it was that he was supposed to do. Normally it was about now that he would be intercepted by his mother and punished for his failure to remember what Rosy wanted – but that is where the dream took a turn for the strange.
He managed to make it back to Rosy’s room, only instead of just Rosy being there, she was with Siku, and they were… being rather touchy-feely. Darren cleared his throat, causing Rosy to turn. Thankfully they hadn’t been doing anything major, both still fully clothed, but Darren had a sinking feeling that had he entered a few moments later that would not have been the case.
”What do you need, Darren?” Rosy huffed, her red eyes lacerating him with her pointed stare. It was obvious she was not pleased at the interruption.
“Pffft, he just wants to keep us from having fun,” Siku chimed in, a claw reaching up to stroke along Rosy’s cheek. “Just ignore him, he’s not worth it.”
“Tsk, no… I think he needs to be taught a lesson…” Rosy said, rising from her position on Siku and floating over to Darren, clicking her tongue slowly in a way that sent a chill down his spine. There was only one other person who made that noise.
“Yes, he does, he’s been quite the useless steward hasn’t he?” said another voice from behind him, one that chilled him even more. Their mother.
“Hello, mother,” Darren said, keeping his gaze on the floor. “It is good to see you.”
“Don’t lie,” Their mother hissed, turning to smile at Rosy. “Shall we teach this useless pile of flesh a lesson?”
“Oh yes, let’s!” Rosy said. “Siku come help!”
“Oh this is going to be fun!” Siku chuckled, moving over and helping Rosy pin him to the floor by his arms. The more he tried to struggle, the tighter their grips became, Siku going as far as to nail his arm to the floor with ice spikes, causing him to cry out.
“Now then…” Their mother began, tapping her chin with a finger. “I took his eye last time… I think we’ll just take everything else this time.”
“Oh yes! That’s perfect mother!” Rosy giggled with glee, her knee digging into Darren’s forearm as he tried to pull it free.
“No, p-pl-lease s-st-stop…” Darren whined, deeply afraid, even though he knew, deep in his heart it was only a dream… Or was it? The pain he was feeling couldn’t possibly be real could it? He felt his gut sink when his mother floated away, only to return with a large, rusty, serrated knife. She handed it to Rosy.
“Start with that arm,” she cooed to her daughter, who soon set to work removing her sibling’s arm from his body in long, smooth cuts of the knife.
Darren cried out in agony, crying for mercy the entire time. He didn’t even feel the arm go, before seeing the knife being passed to Siku to remove the other, which the boil seemed to do with glee. The second arm gone with the first, Darren couldn’t do anything but lay there and whimper, before his mother was handed the blade. She placed it against his throat.
“You’ve been a very, very bad boy… Darren.” She smiled. “Bad boys get punished…”
She pushed the blade against his throat, then started to saw. He didn’t even feel it sever, he was completely numb now. The only way he knew she’d finished was when she’d lifted his head up and placed it atop the mantle.
“There, he’s much better as a display piece than a steward.”
“Agreed,” said his sister and Siku.
He stared, silently, out at the three of them. And wept…. The world around him fading into a murky black cloud –
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:43 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Lilwolfpard CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Quinn LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Link RED OR WHITE? White please! (i am trying to get one character in each if possible) NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
(i apologize these two solos suck and read more like an essay) Making sure his door was locked was the first routine of his nightly schedule. After that it was the usual mundane things.
Dreaming was one part of the day he normally enjoyed. It was some place he could relax, thinking of stupud silly little things without a worry.
That was unless the nightmares came around...
It started off as usual, sitting in his old home back in Vancouver. It was a simple room, cluttered and yet somehow clean. Everything was organized as he saw fit. Only for some reason... one corner of the room was unorganized, and the more he tried to go fix it... the further away it seemed to grow.
Frustrating enough, when he finally reached it and sorted it out.... it seems the area BEHIND him grew messy.
Which he would have been okay with, if a whole slew of other things hadn't decided to happen. Namely some tentacles, resembling his first mission in deus, decided to shove their way through the windows.
Or possibly the little spiders crawling out from under his bed, which now his room suddenly shifted into his new room in Deus.
..THis was going to be a hell of a dream.
I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow shock and surprise)
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Lilwolfpard CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Remi LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Link RED OR WHITE? Red please! (i am trying to get one character in each if possible) NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
The bad part about sleeping all the time, as lazy as he was, was there were bound to be a nightmare or two.
It started off normal. Surrounded by a pile of his favorite foods... namely? Sugary confections. Only the food suddenly turned rotten, and a sign was tacked into the ground signaling a 'sugar shortage'.
Shifting around in his sleep a foot was kicked out, as he spiraled down into a lump of some of his worst fears. The flick of a set of purple tentacles, and a screech though his mind as he ran away down a misted trail. Side to side he looked, leering and wondering what he was running from again exactly... to the side a flash of a black tail and a flicking of ears, a familiar scream as the sound of something like a net launcher hit its target.
As he started in that direction, there was another flash of color. This time yellow, and a flower left behind. The same launching sound followed by a higher pitched shriek.
All around him familiar voices, familiar indicators. All being taken away just out of his clawed grasp.
And there was nothing he could do.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: nerpin CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Dorian Côté LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Voila RED OR WHITE? Red.
Quote:
NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you.
You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever.
Dorian had woken up in a start.
Something was wrong, though. He wasn't in his blanket pile, he wasn't crashing Sol or Chel's room either. At first, everything was fuzzy and dark, but, try as he might, he couldn't lift his arms to rub the sleep from his eyes, which made him panic a little more.
He was restrained, his body frozen in place by . . something, something he couldn't entirely make out. He could feel the panic rise in his throat, a scream that he bit back as he he tried to reason with himself. Turning his head again, he tried to understand where he was. It . . . felt like a box - a dark place that seemed to bring up the thoughts of claustrophobia.
It was only then that he realized that people were passing him - shadows of people passing in front of him. How could they not see him? Why were they not helping? The thoughts ran through his mind a million miles per second, making him aggitated, and, a small icy feeling of fear started to creep over him, making him pull forward on his restraint, trying to close in on the glass.
There was no leeway though, and he felt the tightening against his body, the noise whining softly, making him panic even more.
Why aren't you seeing me!
A sickening pause stopped him suddenly.
Where was Justice?
Leaning forward again, he tried to scream out at the passing shadows, but nothing came out.
He was alone, lost, forgotten.
(I'm so tired, so this will be filled after nap.) I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING(when wouldn't I be?)
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: nerpin CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Lifen Hua LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Voila RED OR WHITE? Red.
Quote:
NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you.
You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever.
It was a dream she had dreamth before, one usually fueled by insanity.
The dream always consisted her, alone, a painful reminder of the failure that had come across the Horsemen. She stood there - pale white as ever, walking through her new home in the Lost Clan - but Lifen was different. She was torn and tattered, her beautiful regime broken by the loss of everything she had ever had.
There was no one left.
No one was here anymore - it was a ghost of what was once proud and golden. She had lost everyone, no one would hear her sing or dance, she would not hear laughter and boisterous excitement of raids.
Everything was gone.
Everything but the whispers of the Insanity that only had her to feed off now, drowning out the silence that engulfed her.
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