VampirateMace
Internet Overlord
Accepted Players:
1. TheSequelReturns
2. Ninetailed
3. Araleon
4. Roseheart95
5. Wordy
Pending Players:
1. Zandgaia
2. Manaphy Mare
Rules:
1. You may not behave in a God-Like or Immortal manner. You are human in this RPG, and as such, should act like it.
2. You may not control other people’s characters without permission, this extends to their pokemon as well. You can have your character tell their pokemon what to do, but they get to decide if it does it or not.
3. Do not Flame/Harass/Degrade other players… I will give you a warning, kick you out, and/or report you based on the severity of what happened.
4. Do not FIND ITEMS without me telling you they are there, this is to help keep things under control.
5. Do not let your pokemon out in the otherworld without ending your post there, and waiting for me to tell you what your pokemon looks like in this world, and how it is behaving.
6. Please put your name at the top of your post and list your pokemon and inventory at the bottom. This is IMPORTANT.
So, let’s start this thing:
We open on a dismal scene; the empty town of Floaroma. The streets a buildings are devoid of humans and pokemon. There’s no one behind the counter at the poke center, no one monitoring the power plant, or manning the hotel’s admittance desk. In fact, and you many not have found them yet, there are only 5 other people in town. It’s not good.
The cheery summer days have been abruptly disturbed by an unseasonable frost. It clings to the windows like a tick on a dog. The town’s crops and flowers have wilted, even the trees seem to shiver, and the grass crunches beneath your feet. The frost extends as far as you can see, which isn’t very far given the strange fog that has rolled in. It’s sort of gray and ominous looking. Through the fog fall the small flakes of powder type snow. (For those of you in warm climates, that’s a dry snow that’s not much good for making snowmen and usually falls in smaller quantities.) It’s not good.
The lake is rimmed with ice, only the center is still liquid. The bridge that crosses the lake leading towards the next town seems to have undergone a strange transformation, if you try to cross it you find yourself back where you started. The tunnel that leads out of town the other was is frozen over with epic icicles. It’s just not good.
From somewhere deep in the city, there comes a guttural moan. It’s the sort of sound you’ve only ever heard from horror movies, only different. This sound, it sounds too real, just too freaking real. It’s not good, it’s just not good, it’s just not good. Not good at all.
1. TheSequelReturns
2. Ninetailed
3. Araleon
4. Roseheart95
5. Wordy
Pending Players:
1. Zandgaia
2. Manaphy Mare
Rules:
1. You may not behave in a God-Like or Immortal manner. You are human in this RPG, and as such, should act like it.
2. You may not control other people’s characters without permission, this extends to their pokemon as well. You can have your character tell their pokemon what to do, but they get to decide if it does it or not.
3. Do not Flame/Harass/Degrade other players… I will give you a warning, kick you out, and/or report you based on the severity of what happened.
4. Do not FIND ITEMS without me telling you they are there, this is to help keep things under control.
5. Do not let your pokemon out in the otherworld without ending your post there, and waiting for me to tell you what your pokemon looks like in this world, and how it is behaving.
6. Please put your name at the top of your post and list your pokemon and inventory at the bottom. This is IMPORTANT.
So, let’s start this thing:
We open on a dismal scene; the empty town of Floaroma. The streets a buildings are devoid of humans and pokemon. There’s no one behind the counter at the poke center, no one monitoring the power plant, or manning the hotel’s admittance desk. In fact, and you many not have found them yet, there are only 5 other people in town. It’s not good.
The cheery summer days have been abruptly disturbed by an unseasonable frost. It clings to the windows like a tick on a dog. The town’s crops and flowers have wilted, even the trees seem to shiver, and the grass crunches beneath your feet. The frost extends as far as you can see, which isn’t very far given the strange fog that has rolled in. It’s sort of gray and ominous looking. Through the fog fall the small flakes of powder type snow. (For those of you in warm climates, that’s a dry snow that’s not much good for making snowmen and usually falls in smaller quantities.) It’s not good.
The lake is rimmed with ice, only the center is still liquid. The bridge that crosses the lake leading towards the next town seems to have undergone a strange transformation, if you try to cross it you find yourself back where you started. The tunnel that leads out of town the other was is frozen over with epic icicles. It’s just not good.
From somewhere deep in the city, there comes a guttural moan. It’s the sort of sound you’ve only ever heard from horror movies, only different. This sound, it sounds too real, just too freaking real. It’s not good, it’s just not good, it’s just not good. Not good at all.
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