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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 3:52 pm
I can do that. Not hard to slightly change the coloring on them.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 5:05 pm
 The one missing thing from Yambati's post. biggrin
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 5:37 pm
Cinderfae I am trying to figure out how to make the town sign look. If anyone has an example of a picture of a good sign that I could use as referance please post it. I may have been a bit off on the side graphics things. But I came up with these little things. Let me know nay or aye or what you would like to see instead. ^^ 1.  ~~~ School house 2.  3.  ~~~ Butcher 4.  5.  ~~~ Mayor 6.  ~~~ Church 7.  ~~~ Library 8.  ~~~ Doctor 9.  ~~~ Fountain how about theseones for these posts?? and yeah, sepia or tinted green-yellow like the other images so they all go together...
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 6:40 pm
Tinting them now, but need to eat and give up internet for a bit. I'll upload them when I get it back. biggrin
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 7:55 pm
 how about something like this? we don't need that many tabs, just one or two... but wooden, and that sort of angle. also, i'm really looking forward to seeing those all tinted up!
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 7:57 pm
ooo, here! like this! weathered and wooden and old!
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 8:44 pm
Some ideas I mixed up with Taro for the progression of the illness. 3nodding
Stage 1. - fever and sweat break out with mild nausea
Stage 2. - light cough develops, body temperature begins to fluxuate
Stage 3. - some disorientation due to increased fever (minor dizzyness/difficulty visually tracking), internal pain/body ache.
Stage 4. - tunnel vision, worsening racking cough that yields blood, severe nausea
Stage 5. - violent retching/vomiting (bloody), severe physical and visual disorientation, leading to eventual unconsciousness and painful death.
Past that, ZOMBIE TIME.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 2:57 am
Thanks for the examples Taro, I'll see what I can do with them. Also...>.> this whole sharing internet thing with two people that never have had to - sure to be interesting.        Edit: For Nadyrr's child post, I was considering something like a rhyme. Though not sure if you want another since the teacher already has one. But for the child...something a bit cryptic and spooky. [Meant to go in the area for after the child speaks] The child speaks slowly his voice soft and eyes focused on something in the distance, "the last of the last in the darkness..." his washed out dull colored eyes roll up to look at you searchingly, "the last has very little chance to survive." A wide manic smile spreads over the child's face, "I'm no longer the last...now you are, you are." Turning the child starts to limp off away from you, his shoes leaving dark smudges on the ground as he goes. Smudges that could only be blood.[Meant to go at the end of the area about the child, moving from the playground to a new area.] As you walk toward the town and away from the deserted playground the soft voice of the child can be heard on the air; he is singing.
"One little Indian left all alone -
Slit his wrists in sadness,
And looked forward to the dark."
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 6:23 am
Balo, I love you so hard. XD <3
Cinder, something with rhyme would be creepy as all hell, and I think it's an awesome idea. <3
As I've told my other teams, I should be able to have my portion of the room- as far as written stuff goes- done by the end of this weekend. <3
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 7:42 am
okay, I updated the banners, and edited the child's posts to work your writings in, Cinder. I made it a bit more subtle, as we don't want to give away too much at the start, and i went for the classic version of And then there were none.
using the pattern of the sickness, I'll have to start working on the development of symptoms the Stranger suffers.
It looks like tryna cooked us up a mixture that will cause the first three stages of the sickness's symptoms and the antidote the mayor gives the stranger is actually an antidote for the tincture. if not treated, it would not progress to the later, horrifying stages. the rest of the actors who play having the horrible stages are just acting. We are not actually killing our students. > 3 >
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 7:52 pm
  Welcome to Solomon Village
Reads the sign post on the side of the rural road. Autumn is in the air, and the lane that leads towards the village is lined with skinny poplars clinging desperately to their last remaining leaves.
There is a cold chill in the air; you pull the collar of your coat up and hunch your shoulders as you begin the long trek down the muddy lane. You find yourself wishing that your car had not broken down this far out into the country. You find yourself wishing that there was a payphone to call your loved ones. You find youself wishing you'd stayed home.
No matter, this Solomon Village is the only settlement for miles in any direction. Perhaps there you'll find help. It's already afternoon; the last thing you want is to be stranded out here in the dark all alone.
Test test test test test test test test test test test test test test test test test...
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 8:18 pm
*works on finishing it off tonight*
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 8:44 pm
Formatting fun!
Stepping away from the House of God, you cannot help but feel that God has long
since abandoned this place and lefts its remaining inhabitants to the scant mercies of
Evil. The image of the sigil and all its dark implications burns in your mind, and you
feel a pang of pain around your heart. You stop once at the end of the walk and stare
back up at that flaking white building, clutching a hand to the pain behind your sternum
and struggle to draw a deep breath.
There is a foul scent lingering in the back of your nostrils, and you feel a flop in
your stomach of nausea. You force another deep breath and let out a rattling
cough not unlike that of the School Teacher and Librarian. A pang of paranoia
spikes your fear up another notch. The symptoms and signs alluded to in this small
town begin to form some sort of terrible whole.
You turn back to the street and see the stately manor house where the small party
had dragged a struggling townsperson from where you watched on the Library steps.
You struggle towards that pristine abode, head swimming and short of breath.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 1:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 1:15 pm
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