Crow_Crow
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| 13 Dec 2016 06:29 PM |
It was a wreck, that was for sure: the dry remains of a once-great forum. Out beyond the dust-stained southern horizon, the distant booming skyscrapers and wealth of LMaD could be seen, and to the east lay the abundance of technology coming from the Game Design forum. 'What a waste,' Crow thought as he looked over the ruined land. He pulled out a pair of dusty binoculars and wiped the dirt off the lens. Scanning the horizon, he could see nothing but ruins. Not a single soul could be seen. 'Odd,' he thought, reminiscent of the last time he had left. He trotted his way down the rocky slope holding onto his hat, the long red coat gathering dust behind him. The blue skies made the place seem a bit more homely, more welcoming. The boulders didn't help in descending, the sand already behind that loose, but they didn't prove too large of an issue either. The shrubs were the larger obstacle: they were everywhere and were far more painful to run into, especially the ones with thorns. "Hello?" Crow called. His voice echoed through the wasteland, bounding off what remained of RP threads. "Keep your voice down!" he heard someone say in a hushed tone behind him. Crow wheeled around to face a man hiding behind a rock. "It looks like a wasteland here," Crow remarked, "what the heck happened?" The familiar face stood up. He dressed himself in an unzipped white jacket with a gray polo underneath. Dogtags were around his neck, and red-tinted sunglasses around his eyes. Covering his head he wore a tall, short-brimmed baseball cap with tinted goggles resting atop the brim. "Most people moved to Bannanachair or died," he sighed, "there's only a few of us left." "How many veterans?" Crow asked. "Follow me," he replied, "we've got our own base."
open for suggestions, this is just being winged |
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| 13 Dec 2016 06:54 PM |
| Marked. Do remember to keep in mind the trolls and poor writers who are flooding this forum, in addition to the C&Gers who are also trying to invade. |
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Reisfeldz
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| 14 Dec 2016 09:55 AM |
| Blame the ####### with less than 2 digits in their forum posts counter. Gj |
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LNG257
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| Joined: 13 Jun 2012 |
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| 14 Dec 2016 10:10 AM |
| That man behind the rock seems like a dapper young gentleman. You should do what he says. Perhaps even participate in his scientific experiments! |
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| 14 Dec 2016 12:23 PM |
I AM THE DOMINATE ONE HERE WHELP
KNEEL
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RoxProox
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| 14 Dec 2016 01:32 PM |
| Which Roleplayers are you planning to be at the base? |
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LNG257
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| 14 Dec 2016 01:49 PM |
| So I'm actually on Bannanachair. But I keep tabs on #### ##### too. I'm an actual ghost. LNG is dead. |
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FloydMath
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| 14 Dec 2016 01:59 PM |
( so i guess this is a RP )
I walk through the wasteland, falling down near the base of thrist. |
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LNG257
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| 14 Dec 2016 02:34 PM |
Capitulation solves nothing.
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| 14 Dec 2016 03:46 PM |
Let the noob make the story into a RP
Recycle |
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Crow_Crow
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| Joined: 27 Feb 2016 |
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| 14 Dec 2016 04:15 PM |
| ok so just before i write the next thing i'd like to hear what everyone would be doing just about now for a more accurate story |
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Pruz
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| 14 Dec 2016 04:17 PM |
| This was great so far! I tracked this thread as well. ☻ |
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RoxProox
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| 14 Dec 2016 04:55 PM |
Well Successfulfundude has made a new Tear in the Multiverses roleplay as kind of a way to "revive" the forum, or in other words "lift its spirits for the holiday season".
We have a good few people in it, so that's something at least writing about, I dunno. |
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| 14 Dec 2016 05:38 PM |
| Let it die. It's not worth saving. Let the new kids take over and do their 2009-esque roleplaying. It'll go on naturally from there. This forum needs rebirth, not revival. |
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| 14 Dec 2016 05:52 PM |
| Wouldn't mind being mentioned in the story as a possible reformer of the current state of the RPF... :P |
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| 14 Dec 2016 05:57 PM |
bleh
been here for a year
don't mind me
the noob |
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| 14 Dec 2016 05:59 PM |
| fac, being here one year gets you honorary rank of Older Noob |
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| 14 Dec 2016 07:15 PM |
| Well, Timpookie died a while before the forum collapsed, though his death would have been a severe blow to the structure of the forum. After Timpookie's death, Eikoopmit built Bannanachair as a refuge, but realized that ROBLOX was stable enough to return to and so did that for a while, before he himself died. After that, Timepockie tried to lead the community on ROBLOX when the moderators killed the forum with their new weapon of mass destruction - the filter. Timepockie led a mass exodus from ROBLOX to Bannanachair, including ferrying away many alts. |
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Pruz
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| 14 Dec 2016 07:17 PM |
| Purring has something against— a grudge against me. |
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Pruz
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| 14 Dec 2016 07:19 PM |
| For things that I am still confused about. But I am the nicest person here. And I question this. |
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Pruz
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| 14 Dec 2016 07:39 PM |
| i havent even shown any signs of aggression toward you, or even addressed you at all |
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Crow_Crow
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| Joined: 27 Feb 2016 |
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| 14 Dec 2016 08:02 PM |
Pre-story note: you may be quoted on several occasions also, because i often take like 5-month hiatuses during my span of being here since 2012 or sommat i might miss some people who are actually veterans but i don't realize it i'm also leaving out some people to be later introduced tho also i should probably outline this because i literally have no idea where this is going
LNG, the young dapper gentleman behind the rock, led Crow across the valley to a ruined tower. "It doesn't have a name, but it's a refuge," he said, "but for now, I gotta leave." "Where to?" Crow asked. "Bannanachair. I'm only a ghost, I died quite a while ago, in fact." Just as he finished his sentence, a man in a dinosaur suit fell at his feet and died of dehydration. Crow looked at him for a moment, and LNG had vanished when he had decided to look back. Pushing the door open, a friendly orange light emitted from the cluttered room. Bottles and wrappers lay disorderly across the floor, some flooding over from a full trash can in the corner. There were old musty couches stained with age about, but their placing seemed to be random. 'There's no one here,' Crow thought. "Hello?" he called out. A man in a black suit and bold green button-down stood up from hiding. Crow recognized him to be Timpockie. "Where is everyone?" Crow asked. "They all died," he replied in a collected tone. Others came out of their hiding places, too:a man in a koala hat lowered himself out of the roof, saying, "I'm alive and well, the spirit is within me!" A man in a trooper hat pulled a dusty cloth off over him as he quietly sat in a dark corner, then a figure in an odd sort of black futuristic armor and a short red cloak appeared out of a dark, sketchy hallway. Finally, a man in a red-to-orange gradient sweater, a tall black baseball cap with indents on the crown, and full-rimmed black glasses appeared from behind a couch. Namely, these were Perambulation, roquinha9, Reisfeldz, and marc12267. "Is this all that's left?" Crow asked. "SirBookington's upstairs dying right now," Tim stated. "How about Pruz? Pickachu? Purring?" "We've got some people out on a mission right now," marc explained, "but Pickachu didn't make it. She left us once, and we never heard from her again. Same goes for z0rr0w." |
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