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| 01 Oct 2012 06:35 PM |
A man can do very little in life. He can just start it out small and never grow to be important. He can find l0ve, happiness, or he can simply wallow away in his own pity.
A man can also do something much bigger than this. Say, create an entire empire? Create an entire... Race? One that worships him, that loves him, and most of all, makes him important.
As did this man. His name is not important at the moment.
He was a very lonely person, living in a fair-sized apartment in the normal flow of a certian country that is also, not important.
He was a biologist, trying to find out different kinds of species and cells, all mingling and flowing together. One day, he found something... very interesting. Very interesting indeed.
He dubbed it, "The blood of Nature". It was an interesting compound. If a small amount was sprinkled onto a bit of dirt, with time and nurturing, it would grow a little... forest, of sorts. One that he had never seen before.
People laughed at him when he showed the 'Bottle of Life' he had created out of an old P3psi bottle. So he decided to make them pay. He drank quite a lot of cola, so he used these bottles to make different ecosystems. Then one day, it happened.
He was asleep when it did, so he couldn't tell for sure how. But he came one day and a civilization of people, no bigger than the nail on his pinkie, had been brought into these bottles. Overjoyed, but still vowing to keep his findings a secret untill he could explain them, he began to interact with these people.
Every day, he would go in and turn on a large lamp in the middle of the room. He hung the bottles up on strings above his desk, and connected them with small, hand-made bridges of tape, among other things. The people were a bit skeptical at first, but eventually they moved from bottle to bottle to mingle with life.
They were completly vegetarian, although they could be quite violent, especially during times when the doctor kept food from them. They would kill eachother for supplies, just as normal humans did. As a matter of fact, if you looked closely, they were just that: tiny humans.
The doctor studied them for a long time. The creatures loved him and he loved them back. They created a religion based on him, and often flowered him with tiny gifts when he held them in his hands.
Then one day, unexpectedly, the doctor had a heart attack and died in his lab. It was quick, a painless death. He had just happened to have the light off when he did.
The times quickly changed from cheerfull to hellish. With no light and no one to guide them, the bottle people quickly split up and spread out as far as possible. With recources dwindling and their population diving, they realize that to survive, they must either trample the others or be trampled on.
No matter what the cost.
RULES
Standard roblox rules apply
NO CHARACTER SHEET. You should do a Bio-Paragraph instead, stating appearance, personality, and the such. In first person if at all possible. Also, State which bottle you start in.
You cannot leave to the Bottles. You would fall to your doom if you tried jumping, and if you DID ever get down you would most likely die from starvation.
You cannot say something like, "I go into this bottle and find some food.". I controll stuff like that.
Remember, it is dark except for a dim light coming from a nearby window. You will need a source of light.
You have to eat and drink and such.
BOTTLES
The bottles are connected by small, now slightly decayed bridges. To get to these bridges, you must climb to the top of the bottle. Foliage or a bit of teamwork will help here.
I won't tell you what all the bottles are. When you are accepted you are put in a random one. There are about 30 bottles in all.
This is an experimental thread. I am not exactly sure how this sort of thing will work, if it does at all.
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| 01 Oct 2012 06:41 PM |
This is very interesting, good job.
Clayton Crzyak is kind, smart, and very resourceful. He is tall (by mini person standards) and has dirty blond hair that covers his eyes. glasses are there, and his eyes are blue green. He can get angry very easily, and takes it out on everyone else. I don't really know how to do bio considering that these people have just been 'born'. |
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| 01 Oct 2012 06:45 PM |
Thanks. Oh, and you weren't just born, You have gone through about 1 generation by now. Your lifetime is about 25 years long, if you take care of yourself. And your accepted. (Oh, and you have tribal-ish clothes, dresses for women and usually just a pair of nice pants for men, all made out of plant fibers. Wanted to clear that up before things got... odd.)
You slowly wake up. It is a bit hot in the area you are at. Around you, you can see a few large trees, branching up and jutting slightly out of the top of the bottle. It is where you were born, the rainforest bottle.
It is light outside, luccily, so you can see fairly well. Two other people you remember from your tribe walk up to you, a young woman and an old man. "Are you ok, Clayton?" The woman asks, helping you up.
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| 01 Oct 2012 06:49 PM |
Clayton- I nod. "Yes, thank you." I say. |
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| 01 Oct 2012 07:14 PM |
The old man sighs. "I am happy to see you alive, boy. But, i also share grave news." He says, pointing to a nearby tree.
You see, this bottle had a tree with wonderful yellow fruits, dangling from the tallest branches. They were a bit sour, but had a nice, sweet aftertaste. And if you mashed them up into a paste, they could cure colds, too.
These fruits are now gone. |
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| 01 Oct 2012 07:20 PM |
Clayton- I look and stammer. They can't be gone! "Where are they?" I ask desperatly. |
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| 01 Oct 2012 07:32 PM |
The girl looks at you sadly. "We saw a spy coming from the Desert Biome late last night. I threw a knife at him, but I missed. Its all my fault. I can't aim well enough..." The girl says, crying.
(BTW, her name is Erika and the man's name is Rono) |
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| 01 Oct 2012 08:00 PM |
(Can I play?)
~I love Control-A~ |
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| 01 Oct 2012 08:04 PM |
| (Of course! You will spawn in a different bottle, most likely far away from anyone else.) |
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| 01 Oct 2012 08:05 PM |
(Do the bottles have different cultures?)
~I love Control-A~ |
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| 01 Oct 2012 08:07 PM |
| (No, the central religion is... Daah, no name. Each one, however, has different ecosystems and a fairly different... Yea, they do. |
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| 02 Oct 2012 09:00 PM |
| (By that I mean some are more violent than others, some will do things that the others would think insane, ect.) |
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| 02 Oct 2012 09:22 PM |
| (Is coastal a bottle biome thing?) |
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| 03 Oct 2012 04:37 PM |
Clayton- "The Desert Biome? But how did they sneak past the proffessor?" I say, rambling. "Has someone gone for them? Can I try?" I keep rambling. |
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| 03 Oct 2012 04:46 PM |
(This was supposed to be a few days after the professor died, everyone knows he is dead. I guess I didn't specify that.)
They pause. "We have no weapons and our numbers are down to..." the old man says. He puts his hands out, meaning, "Us three are the last ones alive." |
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| 03 Oct 2012 04:47 PM |
Clayton- I step back. "No." I say, trying to convince myself. I then stop moving and look up. "I'm ready to invade the Desert biome." |
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| 03 Oct 2012 04:52 PM |
| "Are you sure that is a good idea? The sun shall be setting soon, and we have no weapons..." The girl says. |
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| 03 Oct 2012 04:54 PM |
Clayton- "True, but they won't be expecting it at night. And we can use ourselves. I can kick and punch hard." I say. "And you guys should come to. If they destroy the bottle, then we haven't lost anything. It's just our home now, not a place where we can eat or be with friends. They killed them all." I add. "And Clayton Cryzak's going to get his vengenance." I say, finnally. |
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| 03 Oct 2012 04:57 PM |
Rono sighs. "Let us go." He says.
Now you have the task of climbing to the top of the bottle. Doing this in the Jungle Biome is actually pretty easy, as you have vines and overgrown trees to use. Still, it is a fairly long way up (For you...) and a fall could seriously hurt. |
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| 03 Oct 2012 05:01 PM |
There is a 26 year old man named Percy Shamsim-Deen. Who has long wavy brown hair a scar above his right eye a tree shape birthmark on his left Left leg dark green eyes 6'3 212lbs And has a skinny build Wears a dark red shirt with some torn jeans.
Do I need to add a bio?
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| 03 Oct 2012 05:03 PM |
No, it isn't required.
Percy
You slowly wake up on the ground. It is hard, as it has been most of your life. Grass tickles your toes as you get up. There are about ten people in your tribe, and they have small houses made of dirt set up in one corner of the bottle.
You are in the Plains bottle. |
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| 03 Oct 2012 05:06 PM |
Percy
Ask around for something to do |
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| 03 Oct 2012 05:20 PM |
| The village elder, Orolo, walks up to you. "We need someone to go to the Island biome, right over there, and get some Food. Our crops are not growing well today." He says, pointing to the island biome, right across from yours. |
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| 03 Oct 2012 05:21 PM |
| (I was aying in the collab they would live about 3 days, and evolve quickly) |
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