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Topic: an experiment
Subject: Sounds great!
So when can we expect this to start? Sounds like it is right up my alley! Will be watching for it. 
Posted on 2011-02-15 at 12:04:23.
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Topic: Titles and Pics
Subject: I see
Thank you oh helpful one. All has become clear. It will be awhile before I get a title. Guess I have to work to earn that title.
It has only been a week since I joined so I will give the kind and all powerful webmaster time to check out and hopefully approve my pic.
Thanks.
Jack
Posted on 2011-02-14 at 20:09:19.
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Topic: Titles and Pics
Subject: Titles and Pics
Hope this is the right place for this question?
Why do some people have special titles under their names? Is this something you earn? Is is chosen for you or can you chose it? do you have to be here a certain amount of time to get it?
Another question; Who do I talk to for a custom pic, or Avatar I guess you call it? I submitted one cropped to the proper size when I first joined but havent heard if it was accepted or what? Can I check with someone?
Thanks!
Newb!
Posted on 2011-02-14 at 17:53:26.
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Topic: The Official ==Play Outside Your Comfort Zone Challenge==
Subject: Reminding.
So got that adventure worked up? 
So when do we make the rolls to make our characters? Do we do that in the Dragon Chat? I think I seen a die roller in there. Just a thought.
Can we at least request that we play the sex or our choice? I don't think I be much good playing a female character. I don't have any practice in that area and like most men I just cant figure them out! 
Posted on 2011-02-14 at 17:04:26.
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Topic: Dynasty of Evil
Subject: Seems not!
Ok I wont bother to continue since it seems no one is reading or commenting on it. I have more but might as well keep it to myself for now! :-/
Posted on 2011-02-14 at 11:54:29.
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Topic: The Official ==Play Outside Your Comfort Zone Challenge==
Subject: Sounds interesting.
This sounds good and it looks like it would make character generation simple and take that aspect out of my hands.
If you start this up and would be willing to give me another try then I would give it a go. I think it would be challenging to play like this.
Posted on 2011-02-13 at 14:27:12.
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Topic: Dynasty of Evil
Subject: Anyone reading?
Is anyone reading this thread? I am wondering if I should continue or not? If not one is reading or enjoying then I wont continue.
Posted on 2011-02-13 at 14:21:20.
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Topic: Dynasty of Evil
Subject: Continued
~ St. Joseph's Orphanage for Boys, Brooklyn, NY~
~~ December 25th, 2010~~
“Merry Christmas Jimmy!”
Father Ryan said as he sat at his desk just returned from the services that were just concluded. It had been a long day and it was late. He was done for the day as Father Johnson would take care of the late evening services. He lifted the drink of scotch he had poured and used it to drink to the well wishes he had spoke to one of his favorite boys. Ah, not his anymore. Jimmy had been adopted 4 days ago; he wondered how things were going. Last he had heard from any of them was when Jimmy had called a couple days ago all nervous and wanting to come back to the orphanage. He hoped he made the right decision in not going and getting the boy.
RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
Father Ryan jumped when the phone rang, it was loud and it wasn’t a normal ring, it went on and on, one long ring. He looked at it and then to stop it he picked it up and put the receiver to his ear and listened a second before speaking.
“Hello?”
“Father…. Father… why didn’t you come and get me Father? Why?” a tiny voice sounding far away said in a pleading tone.
“Jimmy?” Ryan asked as he wasn’t sure from the voice, but he recognized the line of questions from the other night, “Jimmy.. what is wrong? Are you alright?”
“Father.. why didn’t you come and get me? Why?” The voice pleaded with him and then began to cry long and hard and continued.
“Jimmy? What is the matter? Where are you?” Ryan asked frantically as he rose to his feet waiting for an answer as he held himself in check from springing into action to do something. Yet no answers were forthcoming. The crying continued interspersed with an occasionally plea for “Why didn’t you come and get me Father?”
Father Ryan yelled at the phone, pleading with the boy to tell him where he was and what happened but there was no other response.
“I’ll be right there Jimmy… don’t you worry.” Ryan said and then hung up the phone and grabbing his coat off a hook by the door he rushed out of his office and in minutes he was outside the orphanage getting into his old beaten Chevy which looked like it was donated to the church.
He jumped in and soon he speed out of the parking lot headed for the home of the Lom Family. He knew their address because he had gone there to check out the home as part of the pre-adoption process. He speed through traffic and he counted it a miracle that he wasn’t pulled over by a cop.
~10th Ave & 26th St. Chelsea, Manhattan~
~~ December 25th, 2010~~
Fourty five minutes later he screeched to a halt in front of the upscale apartment in Chelsea district in Manhattan. It was a new modern building with high rise apartments, all upscale and expensive. It had shown that the Loms made a decent, or perhaps indecent, amount of money. But it showed they could provide for a child without doubt.
On the way here Father Ryan had worried and fretted about what he might find and how he could have let this happen. The boy was obviously in trouble and he had to get him out of there. He kept telling himself that he should have never let it happen.
Jumping out of the car, leaving it in a no parking area, he ran up to the lobby of the building. There he immediately encountered the doorman and his first obstruction. The man had asked if he was on the list of expected guests and Jack had tried to explain that he wasn’t but that it was an emergency. He wouldn’t let Ryan pass, priest or no, but he did call upstairs and got no answer at the Loms Residence.
Ryan pleaded with the man but he would not budge. Finally Jack had enough and desperate he shoved the man aside and raced past him to the elevator. The man caught him there and attempted to stop him, but Father Ryan had always been one to stay in shape and he had boxed a lot as a younger man. The doorman was knocked down this time and Ryan got into the elevator when it arrived and as he pressed the floor for the Loms he saw the doorman leaping towards the phone at his desk.
The elevator seemed to take forever but finally it dinged and the doors opened on the 23rd floor. There he ran down the hallway to the apartment where he knew that Jimmy was in trouble. Reaching the door he pounded on it and yelled Jimmy’s name. There was no response. After pounding for a few more seconds he took a step back and slammed his shoulder into the door. The frame cracked but didn’t give so Ryan gave it a few more hard shoulders before the door crashed inward. As he entered the door he thought he saw someone down the hallway looking in his direction.
He immediately noticed that the lights were on in the apartment and he seemed to be looking into the living room area. Everything seemed in order and looked like no one was home. Then he noticed that sitting in a chair in the living room was Herbert Lom. The man sat there staring out the large picture window that over looked Manhattan.
“Mr. Lom?” Father Ryan asked in surprise at seeing the man just sitting there, he couldn’t have missed his pounding and breaking down the door, “Where is Jimmy?”
He waited a few seconds and when he got no response he stormed over to the man and walked around in front of him and stopped. The man sat there his eyes open, staring blankly out the window, his mouth hanging half open. The man didn’t look like he knew that Ryan was even there.
“Mr. Lom? Herbert?” Ryan yelled at him and reached out and shook his shoulder; the man sat there unresponsive and looking almost dead except for the vacant dead stare. Shaking his head he left the man there and went towards the hallway where he knew the bedrooms lay.
“Jimmy?”
He found the door that Sara had said would be Jimmy’s room, the one they had made up already for the boy even before the adoption was finalized. She had been so sure that they would get the boy they had spent a couple grand to set up the room with everything a little boy could want. He didn’t knock, but he opened the door and stepped inside.
“Jimm….” Ryan’s voice trailed off as he entered the room and flipped on the light switch. The room was completely trashed, and everything seemed splattered with blood. He paused to look around and at first he didn’t see the boy, but then seen the lump laying on the bed.
“Jimmy.” He said breathlessly as he leaped to the bed and grasped the limp form of the boy. He felt him and saw all the blood covering him and the bed. It looked like several people had been butchered here, there was no way one person could have so much blood, let alone a small boy. He knew the boy was dead.
The little body in his arms shuttered and Ryan pulled back from the boy and looked at him. He was alive? But how? Maybe the blood wasn’t his? He felt the body shutter in his arms and then the boys eyes opened a minute and looked around. They settled on Ryan and then focused on him.
“Father… why did you come and get me?” Jimmy’s voice was weak and barely audible.
“Oh Jimmy.. I’m so sorry.. I..” Father Ryan started but was stopped by a loud voice.
(More to come)
“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!”
Ryan turned his head and saw a policeman standing in the doorway to the bedroom, his revolver pointing at the priest as his eyes took in the horror of the room.
“Don’t you move you sicko!” The cop said, apparently sure this was all caused by this man here, “You move one muscle and I will blow you away.”
“This boy is still alive,” Ryan said still holding him and not moving, “Call an ambulance, Hurray!”
The cop looked at the bloody shape in the man’s hands and then turned his head slightly to call down the hallway, but his eyes never left the priest.
“Call the EMTs.. we got a hurt boy here.” He said and then turned his full attention back to his suspect.
“Ok, slowly I want you to lay the boy on the bed and then get up and move to that wall over there. Move!”
Ryan didn’t want to let the boy go but he knew he had to do it and besides he couldn’t help the boy now. Slowly he laid Jimmy down and got to his feet and moved to the wall opposite the bed and put his bloody hands on the wall. In short order he was being handcuffed and trying to explain who he was and why he was here as he waited impatiently for the EMTs to come. He hoped they could save the boy. While they waited he wondered where was Sara Lom?
Posted on 2011-02-11 at 23:20:00.
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Topic: New Campaign Setting/Altars & Archetypes
Subject: sorry
I must withdraw. I guess I don't understand this enough. Good luck though it sounds like it will be fun.
Posted on 2011-02-11 at 16:29:30.
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Topic: Dynasty of Evil
Subject: Continued..
~ St. Joseph's Orphanage for Boys, Brooklyn, NY~
~~ December 23rd, 2010~~
Father Ryan sat at his desk reading a book when the phone rang he looked at it for a moment before he picked it up. Before he could even say hello a frantic voice sounded over it.
“Father? You have to come and get me Father. Please!” The tiny voice said and it took Ryan a moment to realize who it was on the other end.
“Jimmy!” he asked.
“Yes, Father you have to come and get me. Please!” The boy said again!
“What is wrong, Jimmy?” He sounded worried, where they mistreating the boy?
“It’s Sara! Father, she has changed, she isn’t nice anymore! Please Father come and get me!” Jimmy pleaded with him.
“Did they hurt you?” Ryan waited breathlessly for the answer. Was he fears realized? Were the Loms hurting the boy?
“No Father! They haven’t hurt me really. But, it’s Sara. She is different. Please Father I don’t want to stay here anymore. Please Father come and get me!”
Ryan sighed, it sounded to him as if the boy was just having cold feet. It wasn’t uncommon for boys to have problems the first few days. Fears about a new place, new people, and perhaps the Loms, Sara especially, was having to be stern with the boy and that is why Jimmy thought she was different.
“Listen Jimmy. Sometimes it takes some time to adjust to a new place. Maybe you are just afraid of the new place and perhaps Sara is just trying to help you. If she isn’t hurting you there isn’t much I can do really.”
This was true. If there was no abuse then he couldn’t justify doing anything to interfere. Now if there were signs of abuse, or the boy told him that they had beat him of something he would act. But even the boy said that he wasn’t being abused.
“No Father. She isn’t hurting me. But she had changed. She isn’t nice and I know she is going to do something bad.” The boy sounded really upset and Ryan wished he could do anything.
“Listen Jimmy. Christmas is just two days away,” the Father tried to console the boy, “just wait. Things will settle down. You will probably get all kinds of gifts for Christmas. I am sure you will have a great day and afterwards you will forget all about your fears.”
The boy was silent for a moment, only a few sniffles on the line told the Father that he was still there.
“You think I will get lots of presents?” Jimmy asked and Ryan smiled slightly.
“I am sure of it. The Loms love you. Don’t worry.”
“Ok,” the boy sniffed, “but if things don’t improve then will you come and get me?”
“Of course Jimmy!” Ryan promised.
“OK, Thank you Father!” The boy hung up then and the Father sighed as he hung up the receiver. He wondered what was going on. Was the boy in real trouble or was it indeed just nerves about a new home and family? He wished he knew. He made a note to call the day after Christmas to talk to the Loms and Jimmy. Just to check.
(more to come)
Posted on 2011-02-11 at 11:50:32.
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Topic: New Campaign Setting/Altars & Archetypes
Subject: Cool
Count me in. I have downloaded the A&A rules. You werent kidding about Rules Light
I will PM you my character tomorrow maybe. If I have questions I will PM you
thanks!
Jack
Posted on 2011-02-11 at 01:00:47.
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Topic: Dynasty of Evil
Subject: Part 2
~ St. Joseph's Orphanage for Boys, Brooklyn, NY~
~~ December 20th, 2010~~
Father Jack Ryan sat at his desk in the office in the St. Joseph’s Orphanage for Boys an looked over the file again and wondered what it was about this case that set his teeth on edge. He looked at the background checks on the couple, Herbert and Sara Lom, they seemed the perfect couple. He a NY accountant and she a homemaker, they were apparently unable to have children themselves. They had excellent references and seemed the perfect adoption parents; yet why did he feel something wasn’t quite right.
They had shown up a month ago and taken a look at several of the boys and when they saw Jimmy they had fell in love with him. Sara had dolted on the 10 yr old boy and Father Ryan had immediately became suspicious. Most new parents wanted a baby and few wanted a boy as old as Jimmy. Most boys his age had almost given up on finding a home; Jimmy was no exception. Ryan had developed a relationship with the boy; Jimmy was intelligent and the Father had taken to teaching the boy Chess which they played in his office several nights a week. The boy was quite good and it allowed them to talk a lot.
Father Ryan wondered if it was the thought of losing the boy’s company that inspired the thoughts of distrust for the Loms. Afterall they checked out and the church had already approved the adoption, only Ryan’s personal recommendation remained and he was considering what he would do.
All the boxes had been checked; the Loms had even taken the boy for a weekend visit and Jimmy had come back all elated about everything. They had spent the entire weekend with the boy and everyone seemed happy and ready to complete the adoption. Yet Ryan had delayed a couple days as he pondered his own feelings.
As he looked through the file one more time trying to find any reason to reject the Loms there was a knock at the door. He looked up and saw a smiling Jimmy standing there in some new clothes his prospective parents had bought him.
“Father Jack?” Jimmy said questioningly, requesting permission to enter. The Father nodded and the boy bounced in obviously excited.
“Afternoon Jimmy,” Ryan said smiling also as he didn’t want the boy to sense his feelings, “What’s up? Why arent you playing with the others?”
It was game night, when the broke out all kinds of board games and the boys spent hours having fun and laughing it up. Usually Jimmy loved game night and excelled at many of the games that required some sort of thought or brain power. Something that made a lot of the other boys not want to play him.
“Oh, I’m too excited!” The boy said as he hopped onto the couch to the side of the office. Ryan closed the file on his desk and rose stretching, how long had he been sitting there staring at that file.
“Excited?” Ryan asked, “Thinking about the Loms are you?” He knew the answer to it but had to ask, maybe the boys’ response would help him decide.
“Of course!” The boy blurted out almost too quickly, “I cant wait. So.. Ah…. When do you think things might be complete?”
Ryan could tell that Jimmy was as anxious as the Loms appeared to be. Sara Lom especially was anxious for the boy to join their family. The Father had to admit that Sara seemed genuinely as excited as Jimmy did.
She had visited the Father earlier today and pleaded with him to grant his blessing to the adoption. It was only a few days till Christmas she said and she really wanted Jimmy to spend the holiday with his new family. He had found her exuberance hard to ignore, she had a way about her that was very compelling.
She was a young woman, about 25 and 8 years younger than her husband, and though he considered her perhaps too young and inexperienced to handle a boy of Jimmy’s age, he couldn’t reject them on just that alone. She had left the office hoping to hear from him by tomorrow with his answer. So now he sat there trying to find a reason to block the adoption, so far he had been unsuccessful.
“Well Jimmy.” Ryan said with a sigh, “I must say since your visit to the Loms you have been very eager for this adoption. You really want this huh?”
He silently hoped that the boy would say something, anything to validate his ill feelings. Come on Jimmy, help me out here.
“Yes Father,” Jimmy sounded quite composed for a 10 yr old. He started down at his feet for a moment as he swung them back and forth. He looked up at Ryan and he knew that the boy wasn’t going to say anything to help.
“I really like them. Sara especially. She is so nice and she spends so much time with me. I just know it is going to be great there.” Jimmy said, talking faster as his excitement struggled to remain in check.
“Please Father!” Jimmy said as he locked eyes with him and the Father knew that he would approve this adoption. He didn’t see that he had a choice, he had nothing but his gut feeling and he wasn’t sure about that.
“Well Jimmy,” Ryan sighed as he sat back down at his desk and opened the file before him. Picking up his pen he paused one more moment before signing his name to the forms.
“Guess it is for the best then.” He said as he finished and closed the file and looked up at the boy and smiled, “I am happy for you Jimmy. I hope you enjoy your new family.”
Rising he walked around the desk and he rocked back on his heels as Jimmy bounded off the couch and crashed into him hugging him tightly.
“Thank you Father!” The boy said and kisses the back of the Priests hand, “You wont regret it. Everything will be great, you will see.”
Jimmy let go after a few more seconds and then turned and ran out of the office. Father Jack Ryan sighed as he looked after the boy.
“I hope so Jimmy. I hope so!”
He would call the Loms tomorrow morning and let them know that they could come and pick up Jimmy whenever they wished. He was sure that Sara would insist they come over right away and pick him up. He had no doubt that Jimmy was already packed and ready to go.
~ St. Joseph's Orphanage for Boys, Brooklyn, NY~
~~ December 21st, 2010~~
The next morning the Loms came to get Jimmy who was packed and waiting just inside the doorway of the orphanage, watching anxiously for their arrival. Father Ryan stood next to him his hand resting on the boy’s shoulder.
A large black Mercedes S600 pulled up in front of the building and Jack felt his trepidation return as he saw the Loms get out of it. They walked up to the front as Jimmy danced back and forth from one foot to the other impatiently.
“Good Morning Jimmy!” Sara Lom said to the boy with a dazzling smile. She was a petite thing, about 5’8” and thin, short blond hair hung to her shoulders. She was pretty, Ryan would admit, but she wasn’t a knock out. She had a compelling quality about her that seemed unnatural to Ryan. She definitely seemed to type that got what she wanted and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Good Morning Father!” She said to him gracing him with that same brilliant smile, “Thank you very much for your call. We are so glad to have Jimmy with us before Christmas. It is going to be a great holiday season.”
Father Ryan smiled back at her, but it was a wooden one as he tried to quell his feelings.
“Good morning Mr and Mrs Lom. I am glad this all worked out. I wish all of you a very happy and Merry Holiday.”
Taken this as a sign, Jimmy left Ryan’s side and ran to Sara. She laughed and swept him up in her arms and hugged him tightly. Ryan had to admit it looked like a good match all around. He just hoped it all worked out.
After a few more pleasantries and good byes, Father Ryan watched as Sara put Jimmy in the back of the Black Mercedes and then with a wave and a smile she got in the passenger side front of the car with her Husband driving. The priest watched as the car drove down the street and turned a corner. He hoped everything would be alright.
(More to come)
Posted on 2011-02-11 at 00:27:28.
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Topic: Dynasty of Evil
Subject: More to come
(Yes I will have part 2 soon. Finishing it up. Hope you enjoy it! )
Posted on 2011-02-10 at 23:04:03.
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Topic: New Campaign Setting/Altars & Archetypes
Subject: Maybe
Well I have been reading stories on here the last couple days trying to see if I could play here and saw this post and wondered since it is sort of a freeform with 'rules-lite' as you put it. Might you consider giving me a go at a character? I have played D&D years ago but mostly I have been doing Freeform Live Chat RP the last few years.
Let me know and I will see what I can come up with and for now I will continue reading. Thanks!
Jack
Posted on 2011-02-10 at 11:52:46.
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Topic: Dynasty of Evil
Subject: Dynasty of Evil
WARNING: Some Explicit content, parental discretion advised!!!
~1921 Waverly St., Philadelphia, PA, USA~
*It was a simple brownstone in southwest Philadelphia, a quiet neighborhood with many normal working families, hard working families. Yet something was going on in this quiet residential area that most people here would be unable to think of without abhorrence. *
*In this quiet brownstone apartment a 9 year old little boy was being tortured by his own parents. The little boy was currently locked in a closet, handcuffed to metal bar that had been installed for just that purpose. The boy was crying, his pain was great at the moment. The sores on his body from the cigarette burns had been rubbed with salt and though he had felt greater pain before, no pain was as great at what was currently being experienced*
*The boy did not suffer alone. Outside the back wall of the brownstone a man sat upon the ground his back to the wall. He sat there silently, his eyes closed and a faint smile upon his face. The pain the boy experienced only seemed to give pleasure to the man. The fact that it was the boys on parents that were doing it to the boy only enhanced the experience for the man.*
*In truth, pain and suffering gave physical strength and rapture to the man. The more defiling and degrading the suffering the more intense the feelings the man gained from it. He had felt more intense feelings before, but for the moment he was enjoying this one immensely*
*A car pulled in front of the brownstone and the man sensed it and smiled. It was the boy’s father and the man knew that soon the real pain for the boy would begin. The ‘mother’ was good in her own way, but the man’s father was an artist in torture. The scars on the boy’s body attested to the man’s way of inflicting pain and yet not doing enough damage to permanently damaging the boy or crippling him in any way*
*When the father entered the boy’s room the man outside sat up a little straighter. The boy’s closet door was jerked open and the father stood looking down at the little boy a cruel smile on his lips that the boy couldn’t quite make out in the bright light from outside.*
“Happy Birthday Son!” *the father said with a laugh* “Ready for your present”
*the boy cried faintly, he knew that on each birthday it only mean greater pain than on any other day and that the healing and scars would be greater and last longer.*
*the man outside laid his head back against the wall and his smile grew larger as he soaked in the degradation and suffering that went on for hours within. The screams of the 9 year old were faint, muffled by the special insulation that the father had installed. Yet the emanations that only this man could feel were the sweetest sustenance on Earth*
*The man who sat in the backyard of the brownstone on Waverly St was disappointed as he opened his eyes, they narrowed slightly at the loss of his ‘entertainment’. The 9 year old boy who had been the ‘plaything’ of his parents for the last 6 years was dead. The father had become a little overzealous in his ‘birthday present’ to his son. The boy’s tortured heart had taken too much lately and in a sudden burst of exertion had ruptured and the boy had died quickly. But he had to hand it to the boy, he had lasted for almost 4 straight hours tonight. The father had been on a personal best in his torturing.*
*Molasar rose to his feet and leaned against the wall, he thought for a moment of going inside and destroying those who had prematurely brought his ‘dinner’ of suffering to an end. But then he thought that perhaps people such as this just might be of further use to him one day*
*Night had fallen while he had ‘supped’ on the elation of the boy’s pain, so now one was around to watch as the man dressed in black raised his hands out to his side, forming a cross with his body, as he rose up into the air, floating higher and higher till he disappeared off into the distance*
*To Be Continued*
(If you wish to post your thoughts so far, please let me know what you think. I know it is Dark, but really I am a nice guy, Really! )
Posted on 2011-02-09 at 22:49:16.
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Topic: New Here - Hello!
Subject: Thank you all for the warm (and wet) Welcomes!
*Uses the towel to wipe off his face* Gee someone should have warned me!
Well thanks I guess! Such enthusiasm! Do you get many people come in here?
Well I have been reading some stories, rule based and freeform. This is all a lot to take and it will probably be awhile before I join anything. Have to get my feet wet at some time.
Though I might post in the Creativity Forum while I wait. Maybe a little solo RP I was doing on a live chat RP site. Look for part one to begin soon. If your interested!
Jack
Posted on 2011-02-09 at 22:35:49.
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Topic: New Here - Hello!
Subject: Thanks!
Well thank you for the welcomes.
Ah, who is Fred and why did you give me a towel?
Yelling? Hmmm!?!
Well anyway thanks for the greetings! I have been checking out some of the posts, especially in the Freeform section. I notice there doesn’t seem to be much going on there and I don’t see anything that interests me really in the recruitment for Freeform.
I will admit I have played a couple games of DnD years ago. The group I joined kind of broke up and I haven’t played since. Everyone kind of got lives and didn’t have time to play anymore. So I don’t think I know enough to play in any of the rules based games and I dont have any books or anything, but they do seem the more prolific of the posts on here.
Be seeing you around.
Jack
Posted on 2011-02-09 at 11:50:21.
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Topic: New Here - Hello!
Subject: New Here - Hello!
Just stopping in to say Hello. Stumbled upon this site on the RPG gateway and decided to check it out.
My name is Jack.
I have RPed online for years all what you would call freeform and mostly in chat sites with instant RPing not play by post. But I am willing to try this posting style.
I will probably be looking about for awhile and maybe try to join a freeform game if one is available.
See you around.
Jack
Posted on 2011-02-09 at 02:05:28.
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