| Author | Message | ||
     Heather (Illusion) AMRN Staff Username: Illusion Post Number: 3557 Registered: 2-2001 Rating: N/A |
This game can be anything you want it to be. Just start writing. No character sheets required. There is one rule, and that is: your characters are not only affected by narration, but they can actually hear and respond to it. So when I come in and write something about what's going on, you are required to have a reaction. Example: CHARACTER POST Joe decided he wanted an ice cream sundae, so he walked down to the local Brusters. NARRATOR POST Unfortunately, his shoes were untied, and he tripped on the laces. CHARACTER POST "Ow," Joe said. He got up and kept walking. NARRATOR POST But he forgot to retie his shoes. CHARACTER POST Joe cursed and tied his shoes. Both shoes. NARRATOR POST But the shoelaces broke. CHARACTER POST "What do you want from me?" Joe screamed. NARRATOR POST I want you to fall down. A lot. CHARACTER POST "But WHYYYYYY?" NARRATOR POST Joe realized he didn't really need ice cream. CHARACTER POST "I did not! Who's saying that?" This is kind of a fun warm-up game to get me back into the habit of posting here :) No guarantees on speed or accuracy. | ||
| Barrister (Mr_justice) Player Username: Mr_justice Post Number: 1676 Registered: 3-2001 Rating: N/A |
Yoriko sat at her computer, watching the cursor blink. Her cat, Bailey snaked through her legs begging for attention with plaintive kitten meowls. Yoriko bent down and picked up Bailey who immediately began to purr with contentment. "I need to work, Bailey," Yoriko said in mock angry tone, "but I can't get anything done with so much cuteness around!" | ||
| Heather (Illusion) AMRN Staff Username: Illusion Post Number: 3558 Registered: 2-2001 Rating: N/A |
And indeed, the cat was nothing short of an avalanche of cuteness, such that Yoriko found herself physically unable to release Bailey so her hands could once again reach the keyboard and mouse. Then the paralysis started moving up her arms, down her legs, and into her brain... | ||
| Barrister (Mr_justice) Player Username: Mr_justice Post Number: 1677 Registered: 3-2001 Rating: N/A |
"Bailey! What's happening?" Yoriko cried, not putting the two events together in her ever-thickening oatmeal brain. "I can't phbreel awnytherrrg." Bailey's purring increased in volume and pitch as the landslide of cuteness continued unabated. A small kitty smile curled up the corners of Bailey's lips. Yoriko started to slouch and then to slide down her comfy chair. | ||
| Heather (Illusion) AMRN Staff Username: Illusion Post Number: 3559 Registered: 2-2001 Rating: N/A |
Suddenly, the wall sprang open like a door. "Yoriko," boomed the voice of a boy who was probably in his teens, but she couldn't tell because he was inside a giant robot, "it is time!" The robot let go of the wall and gravity slowly rent it free of the rest of the building with the odd sound of cracking concrete. | ||
| Barrister (Mr_justice) Player Username: Mr_justice Post Number: 1678 Registered: 3-2001 Rating: N/A |
Thankfully for Yoriko, the phrase "it is time!" was the trigger for her transformation from Yoriko Ishii, popular high school student, editor of the student paper, head cheerleader, ASB President, and national high school freestyle swimming champion to... SUPER HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT DEFENDER LIBRARIAN ASSISTANT YORIKO!!! Bailey flew from Yoriko's lap to slap against an unmarred wall and gradually slid down. Her paralysis immediately receded as the transformation power filled her veins like liquid lighting. Books, pens, pencils and papers swirled around her like mystics symbols. Her usual revealing "popular" attire vanished in a strategically-placed cascade of pale plaid-colored light. Her tight jeans gave way to a loose-fit, tea length skirt of the same plaid, while her halter top dissolved into a white, long-sleeved and collared button-up shirt. Yoriko's normally long, curled hair wound itself into a tight bun atop her head, fixed in place with a pencil. Wire-rimmed glasses and a string of fake pearls coalesced out of the howling vortex to sit primly upon her nose and properly around her neck, respectively. White socks rose up her feet and her fashionable footwear faded into plain brown leather shoes. Lastly, a bolt of lighting shot down from Heaven. An outstretched hand grabbed the electric light and in it formed the pristine and awesome weapon, The Yard Stick of Silence. With a twist and twirl, the transformation completed itself: Yoriko stood with legs just past shoulder width apart, one hand firmly gripping the Yard Stick at the ready, and the other thrust out in a fist with index and middle fingers extended upward. Her voice barely above a whisper, Yoriko cried out, "Ready!" |
