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 Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 10:33 pm
1.Head over the the Character Dice thread!
2. Roll for your new character!
3. Write a story and post it in this thread!
4. ???
5. PROFIT!
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 10:34 pm
Rules:
1. Follow Guild Rules and Gaia TOS
2. Please post what character you got at the top of your post ex- "Evil Enchantress"
3. Specify whether you would like to receive critiquing and feedback
3. Please, no critiquing or discussion in this thread. This is a gallery only. All other discussions can go in the Rolling thread, or sent through PMs.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 10:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 10:36 pm
This thread is currently OPEN!
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 2:04 pm
-Bubbly Parasite "The True Reality"
I’m adorable and fun
You’re the oven I’m the bun.
I take your food when you eat,
And make it hard on your feet.
I can kick you in the belly.
On the inside it’s like jelly.
You wait for me to come
Nine months inside my mum.
Some people think a blessing.
Though it’s really quite depressing
When the reality really is
I’m actually a parasite of his. (I tried to make the rhyming seem bubbly as if it were talking all bubbly-like. A poem for you all. ^^ Critique is fine if you wish to.)
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 6:42 pm
Funny God/ess
"The More or Lesser Gods"
Mount Olympus-- home of the gods. Massive, majestic, and decadent, it rises above the mortal world, through clouds and sky. It holds the main hall, the court of Zeus, and the homes of the Olympians.
And in the back, behind the chariot barns and the Pegasus dung heap, lay the Titanium Meadows, a group of off white, rectangular buildings mashed together, with brown grass growing sporadically throughout. The trailer park of the gods. Well, the lesser gods. These embarrassments were not let anywhere near Zeus's hall, the opulent mansions that housed Aphrodite, Poseidon, Athena, and the rest- or even the Olympian Outhouses.
They did have their own version of a meeting hall, however. A condemned warehouse, the tallest structure in the area, towered above the hodgepodge of trailers. It was once used to manufacture diapers for the gods' hordes of illegitimate children, but had fallen into disuse and disrepair after the War.
Every Tuesday at noon sharp, the gods of Titanium Meadows had an icecream social to discuss their issues and those of the mortals they governed over.
Flatulo, their leader, took center stage in his green, stinking robes.
“Ah he hem...” His breath was even more noxious than his attire. Closest to him , Priscilla, goddess of fancy hats, crinkled her nose in displeasure. The group of gods drew straws every week; the unlucky short one got the honor of sitting next to Flatulos. Fossila, Priscilla's twin sister and goddess of grammar and librarians, sat as far as she could from the god of flatulence, with Bootylicia, goddess of rap music and luscious badonkadonks.
The rest of them gathered around, listening to their leader's speech with varying stages of consciousness. Alex, the god/goddess of ambiguous sexuality sat next to Prsicilla, always admiring her over-the-top chapeaus. Next to Alex was Weeabus, god of people who wish they were Japanese, and across from Dusmeaethaculylbrgal, god of hard-to-pronounce names.
“Listen, all. I have something important to discuss today...Long we have been pushed around by Zeus and his family.” Flatulos continued.
Conservitus, god of outdated ideologies ears perked up. What was he saying?? His brother Obsolo, god of outdated technologies looked up from his lazer disc movie at their smelly spokesperson.
“Today, this will all change.”
“Are you suggesting rebellion, sir?” Cried Conservitus, adjusting his musty tie and putting down his copy of the Jim Crow Laws. On the opposite side of the table, Adderalus, the god of ADHD, jumped from his seat.
“Rebellion??? Oh boy I love rebelling and maybe then we can get pizza and dress up as people from Star Trek and then learn to ride unicycles and oh my gosh yesterday I saw this thing on earth and it was like a lion but it was little and smallish and they said it was a kitty and I loved it so I took it and here it is!” He threw a poor orange animal on the table. It mewed pitifully.
“Oh, that's cool.....” Mumumbleoso, god of awkward silences observed it and then quickly broke eye contact and stared at the floor.
“But how?? We have no weapons...or any interesting powers for that matter” Katherine, the goddess of wallpaper and guinea pigs, added.
“SILENCE!” Boomed Flatulos, emitting a smell that shut everyone in the room up. After a moment, he began again. “Yes, we will overthrow the arrogant Zeus and his brothers and sisters. We will rule Mount Olympus, and all the foolish mortals that worship them! We will reopen the Diaper Factory, and manufacture our own weapons. We will also go on strike, and refuse to grace the world with our powers and prescence. Just imagine what will become of the world when people can no longer flatulate, or use grammar, or...” He gazed around at his peers, struggling to come up with another one who was useful. “So...yeah. Do any of you know how to make weapons or anything?”
Mumumbeloso was the only one to contribute as an awkward silence fell over the room. Until-
“Well, I suppose...I could make something out of these...” Obosolo heaved a stack of phone cords, answering machines, 8 track tapes, and VCRs onto the table.
“Yay yay yay!” Adderalus bounced on his seat, and dug in his pockets. A bunch of jacks, a beehive, a lawn flamingo, a sheet of lasagna, and a slushie machine joined the pile of outdated electronics.
“Excellent! These will do nicely...”
Sadly, before they could continue, Brainus Fartia, the goddess of writer's block, swooped in and the story ended.
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