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Story Writing Rp!
Story Writing Rp!
Ok so this is like the storytelling game.
Here are the rules:
I will start off the story.
You will continue it.
YOU MUST WAIT UNTIL SOMEONE ELSE HAS POSTED BEFORE YOU CAN DO IT AGAIN!
When the story is over I will start a new one.
Is that all? I think so. Here it goes!
You run away, you can here your enemies coming closer... and closer. Lightning flashes, and thunder BOOMS, the rain is coming down fast. You skid to a stop, next to a gorge, CLANK, CLACK, Clank, clack...........................splash. You look down and see the river, the water is flowing fast, the river has burst its banks. You hear "There you are!" You have no choice... you have to jump.
All right! That's your begining, you can do what you like. I hope you'll enjoy yourself. I hope this is going to be fun!
submitted by Moonfrost, age Who Cares?, Mars
(January 12, 2016 - 3:37 pm)
(January 12, 2016 - 3:37 pm)
Hootsie, you stole my 4evr young thing!
Oh, well, I'm not too annoyed. Just letting you know.
(January 18, 2016 - 1:05 pm)
Er, how exactly is this a roleplay? I did something like it on All Hallows' Eve called Nightland. It was short. Got maybe three posts.
(January 18, 2016 - 1:09 pm)
It's not an RP. It's a round robin.
But you can't change the title from RP to Round Robin, so whatevs.
(January 19, 2016 - 8:26 pm)
Sorry Scylla, I didn't know this patcular thing had a name. = ) But I'll do better.
(January 21, 2016 - 8:25 am)
Don't worry about it, Moonfrost. Enjoy the story ( I currently have no ideas, sorry)!
(January 22, 2016 - 9:12 pm)
Something hits the ground it frount of me and when I open my eyes I see a tall slender lady with a black sword. She is dressed in black and blends into the shadows so well that she is hard to see when she moves closer to inspect my face. "Friend or Foe?"
(January 22, 2016 - 11:39 pm)
"That's a good question" I answer cockily. I'm so not feeling it. My body quivers, my nerves are shot, and I'm feeling really sore from being in the human pinball machine known as the river. She cocks her head, apparently surprised at my answer. "You do know that I could kill you right now, right?" I shrug. "Sure, kill a defenseless weapon less opponent. That should be fun. What's your name, anyway?" She sighs. "Obsidian. My name is Obsidian." I gasp as the name triggers a stream of memories buried in my mind that I didn't even know existed.
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My CAPTCHA says hemd. Awwww, Saphiria, that's so cute! I had no idea that dragons could sew!
(January 23, 2016 - 11:55 am)
Top
(January 23, 2016 - 5:39 pm)
Top
(January 26, 2016 - 6:05 pm)
Top.
(January 28, 2016 - 7:53 pm)
Top.
(February 2, 2016 - 9:28 pm)
Top!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Top!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET TO THE TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(February 3, 2016 - 2:50 pm)
GET UP TO THE TOP AND STAY THERE!!!!!
(February 4, 2016 - 5:24 pm)
Top! And please will someone continue the story!
(February 5, 2016 - 1:19 pm)
I WILL!!! :D
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The memories . . . I suddenly remember. Obsidian was the name of a kitten I rescued when I was so young. But she died right after she got hit by a car. She was black as the night with fur soft as silk. Her haunting green eyes made everything seem infinite. But it can't be her . . . it just can't. This Obsidian is a girl. A human.
Obsidian groans as she stares at my out-of-it look. "Fine. I won't kill you." She outstreches a hand in a black, leather glove. "What's your name?"
Still half-dazed, I slowly take her hand and stand up. "I don't like strangers asking me that sort of stuff."
"Well, fine then. But I gotta call you something."
I think for a minute. "Ivory," I say at last. "You can call me Ivory."
She narrows her eyes at me. "You don't have a very faithful ride."
"Oh yeah . . . well, Chase technically isn't my horse . . ."
"Oh yeah? Who'd you steal her from?"
I bite my lip. Should I answer this mysterious girl? Is she trust-worthy? I blink several times. "She belongs to a man who was chasing me."
"When did he start chasing you?"
I stare at her for a moment. I suddenly realize that I'm not sure. At all. I just remember opening my eyes and seeing a person running after me. Then I realize something is wrong with the world that I'm in . . .
(February 5, 2016 - 2:21 pm)