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DragonMage400 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:00 pm
How do you like starting rps? With a dire situation, someone traveling, "Once upon a time," or something totally different?
I like starting with variety, and I do all sorts of things. I start according to the mood I want. If I want a comical mood, I'd start with a character being chased in a ridiculous manner, or something completely random. To start with a serious mood, I have a character doing or thinking some philosophical thing, like "Where do I go from here," or "What's going to happen to me?"
Show me new ways or starting! 4laugh
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 4:22 am
I like to start out with something like this ...... He stood there the dragon's blood dripping from his hand's this had been a hard battle and a almost losing one also his men scattered around him some torn to piece's some so burnt you could hardly tell they were once human the smell of the flesh was sicking but alas Silas Blackheart stood victorious pulling his blade from the dragon's neck as his scream of sour victory echoed through the valley...... That's how i start a R.P.......
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 8:40 am
I'm the one who has never r.p. but i have wrote short storie's in my life and how i like to start is ''' Raven stood there with a far away look the hall's of the school were crowded but she fealt so alone she just could'nt believe it her two best friend's made the swim team but she did'nt that's just not fair i did my best and Becky even made a mistake on the diving bored a look of sinfull glassness shone through her eye's and if my name is'nt Raven Whitmoore i'll be on the team in no less than a week her eye's caught sight of sweet perky Becky now did'nt your mom say you were allergic to food's she smiled with a evil grin hey Becky can you come over for supper tonight were making homemade pizza your favorite great becky see you at my house at six tonight Raven struted away that spot on the swim team it'll be mine by tommorrow . That's how i start mine..Ta ta see you Later
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 8:42 am
Daphnedoe I'm the one who has never r.p. but i have wrote short storie's in my life and how i like to start is ''' Raven stood there with a far away look the hall's of the school were crowded but she fealt so alone she just could'nt believe it her two best friend's made the swim team but she did'nt that's just not fair i did my best and Becky even made a mistake on the diving bored a look of sinfull glassness shone through her eye's and if my name is'nt Raven Whitmoore i'll be on the team in no less than a week her eye's caught sight of sweet perky Becky now did'nt your mom say you were allergic to food's she smiled with a evil grin hey Becky can you come over for supper tonight were making homemade pizza your favorite great becky see you at my house at six tonight Raven struted away that spot on the swim team it'll be mine by tommorrow . That's how i start mine..Ta ta see you Later I made some mistake's i did'nt see like allergic to certain food's but was just showing you how i started my short storie's
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 8:29 pm
I think it over i my head a million times.
Then I write what I imagine.
An example from a quick thought:
Long darkened locks of hair were pulled forward in the sudden gust of wind, tickling the bare shoulders of the woman. She watched the strands blind the image before her. Crouching down on one knee, she kept her line of sight steady, awaiting the wind to freeze.
The locks slowed in motion, revealing once more the gray and smoky sight of a war-wrought city.
Splatters of brown stained every inch of the stone pillars towering and arcing toward the darkened clouds of rain.
Papers and debris scratched the stone, eventually stopping at the edge of a tipped and burned stand or the remaining of flesh of the trite decomposing corpse.
As she silently made way, noting her surroundings, the dark and twisting Great trees arced their gnarled fingers and arms in toward her.
All was well.
All was lost.
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