Post by EGOOT247 on Aug 5, 2006 4:33:30 GMT 2
I'm going to quote a thread from another RPG, tell me what you think.... 
My thoughts at this point, "OK, if you are going to be lazy, so am I.
Thoughts: It is your turn to post something In Character...
Thoughts: NO. I want you to post something creative and engaging. RP with me, and do it well. I don't like just standing here.
Thoughts: Come back, RP with me. I did not go through all that trouble typing a satisfying entry post just to be snubbed by some night spears. Give me some fun!
Thoughts: Aww... COME ON! If you aren't going to put ANY thought into it, well neither am I. Should I quit? The only reason I joined was because it looked like you needed members, and You asked in such a nice way. BUT WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO?!?!?! My next thread shall be garbage...
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I'm discouraged. I cannot do this....
I can't quit and leave. It's against my morals. I joined, I stay.
I can't tell her that I immensely dislike her RP style and the way she writes. I cannot tell her that she needs to learn to RP a tad better to keep me motivated and engaged. I don't have that kind of mouth nor backbone. I don't wish to make enemies, but what else can I do? I cannot go on like this. I've already posted a second thread, which is not only unlike my character, but it is sheer garbage.
I don't want to waste my time there, but I don't like my other options.
Here's the link to the thread: trickyflayms.proboards77.com/index.cgi?board=peacefulvalley&action=display&thread=1152314788&page=1
Yippee...
YUCK!
Where's the Peace? (Title)
Dusk once again casts its veil over the setting, unimpeded by the sun throwing its final rays over the horizon. A wide-eyed cautious figure stepped forth, conceiled by the dark of her newfound best friend--Night.
Withered, tired, exhausted. These three words were the only words that she could think of. But Despite her exhaustion, she would not stop. She couldn’t. “What if he were to track me?” she whispered, glancing behind her, eastward.
Wide eyed, she froze. The faint smell of... It had been so long, she could barely place it. “An animal is near,” she whispered hoarsely, ears flattening.
Stepping, backward, she crept, nerves tuned toward the smell, hearing their voices, but not their words. Her thoughts echoed inside of her head: *HE’S SENT A SEARCH PARTY OUT FOR ME!!!!* She gulped, fading into the darkness, her sleek, sweaty coat giving her both an advantage and a disadvantage. The black, still night shrouded her from whatever foe she will pass along her journey westward, but alas, her frothy sweat — the salty-lemon smell of exhaustion and the stench of fear — would give her presence away if someone were to venture too close in the cover of the darkness. Camouflage does not apply to smell.
As she crept backwards, to her dismay, a twig broke under her left hoof. SHE FROZE like an opossum, scared to move and alert the horses of her presence. TO her, it was a fire cracker, an alarm alerting the mysterious equines.
But was she exaggerating? Did they hear her? Smell her? Was she still among the shadows?
Or was she caught, captured, No longer the fugitive? No longer safely fleeing over the cover of night? Will they herd her back?
She cringed, ready for their menacing shouts, their perilous alarms, their threatening bites, and most of all, their anger...
Dusk once again casts its veil over the setting, unimpeded by the sun throwing its final rays over the horizon. A wide-eyed cautious figure stepped forth, conceiled by the dark of her newfound best friend--Night.
Withered, tired, exhausted. These three words were the only words that she could think of. But Despite her exhaustion, she would not stop. She couldn’t. “What if he were to track me?” she whispered, glancing behind her, eastward.
Wide eyed, she froze. The faint smell of... It had been so long, she could barely place it. “An animal is near,” she whispered hoarsely, ears flattening.
Stepping, backward, she crept, nerves tuned toward the smell, hearing their voices, but not their words. Her thoughts echoed inside of her head: *HE’S SENT A SEARCH PARTY OUT FOR ME!!!!* She gulped, fading into the darkness, her sleek, sweaty coat giving her both an advantage and a disadvantage. The black, still night shrouded her from whatever foe she will pass along her journey westward, but alas, her frothy sweat — the salty-lemon smell of exhaustion and the stench of fear — would give her presence away if someone were to venture too close in the cover of the darkness. Camouflage does not apply to smell.
As she crept backwards, to her dismay, a twig broke under her left hoof. SHE FROZE like an opossum, scared to move and alert the horses of her presence. TO her, it was a fire cracker, an alarm alerting the mysterious equines.
But was she exaggerating? Did they hear her? Smell her? Was she still among the shadows?
Or was she caught, captured, No longer the fugitive? No longer safely fleeing over the cover of night? Will they herd her back?
She cringed, ready for their menacing shouts, their perilous alarms, their threatening bites, and most of all, their anger...
just then, Almar came. he flew infront of her. then away to loure the enemy away. then, 5 figures chased after Almar. he gave her a few minutes heads start away from the figures.
Tilting her head, she watched the chase from the shadows. To her, it seemed that they were one herd, running in the wind for the sheer fun of running.
The mare grimmaced, remembering the time when she found running exhilerating, uplifting, fun.
Before her life became a nightmare, running from all.
A small smile furtively appeared on her face as she realized she had not been heard.
But where was she? And who were the six runners? Her thoughts echoed through her head, as did her heart beat in her chest.
(OOC: Wow, this plot's really reversed itself. Are you going to clue me in as to WHo these five figures are?)
The mare grimmaced, remembering the time when she found running exhilerating, uplifting, fun.
Before her life became a nightmare, running from all.
A small smile furtively appeared on her face as she realized she had not been heard.
But where was she? And who were the six runners? Her thoughts echoed through her head, as did her heart beat in her chest.
(OOC: Wow, this plot's really reversed itself. Are you going to clue me in as to WHo these five figures are?)
My thoughts at this point, "OK, if you are going to be lazy, so am I.
(they are a group called Night Spears. they go around finding creatures who are scared and hunt them down to make them even more scared. in this case, only 5 were after your horse. Almar sences that they were after u so he led them away from u to give u a few minutes head start running from the Night Spears.)
(I have no idea what I should write now...)
Thoughts: It is your turn to post something In Character...
(sorry. i guess i ruined ur thread. do u want me to delete what i put down?)
(No, it'll make Her harder to talk to, which is not bad. I love complications.
But, after you lose the five figures, can you return? Or someone? "Cause she's just standing there, shivering in the dark, standing there...
FOr me, that is not much fun. For her, she'll enjoy the rest and tranquility.
But For me, that is no fun...)
But, after you lose the five figures, can you return? Or someone? "Cause she's just standing there, shivering in the dark, standing there...
FOr me, that is not much fun. For her, she'll enjoy the rest and tranquility.
But For me, that is no fun...)
(if i were her, i would start running wile the Night Spears are preocupied. they will find her if she doesnt get away. the only time she can come back is in a few days. that is if the NS havent seen the littlest trace of her. she has to be very causious.)
She is being cautious.
...But you've lured them away? So, you are saying they'll be back?
Can Almar tell her this?
...But you've lured them away? So, you are saying they'll be back?
Can Almar tell her this?
Thoughts: Come back, RP with me. I did not go through all that trouble typing a satisfying entry post just to be snubbed by some night spears. Give me some fun!
Almar muttered some words and he flew high enogh so the Night Spears could only see his shadow. the he flew off, but his shadow kept going, to confuse the NS. he landed by the horse and told her the story about the NS. just then, they herd one of the Night Spears say,
Its a trick! He is gone! Maybe he went back to the horse! then Almar told the horse to run the fastest she could and wished her good luck. he took off and left the horse by her self.
Its a trick! He is gone! Maybe he went back to the horse! then Almar told the horse to run the fastest she could and wished her good luck. he took off and left the horse by her self.
She ran far far, faster faster... Out of breath, she slowed, looking at the new terrain.
Thoughts: Aww... COME ON! If you aren't going to put ANY thought into it, well neither am I. Should I quit? The only reason I joined was because it looked like you needed members, and You asked in such a nice way. BUT WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO?!?!?! My next thread shall be garbage...
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm discouraged. I cannot do this....
I can't quit and leave. It's against my morals. I joined, I stay.
I can't tell her that I immensely dislike her RP style and the way she writes. I cannot tell her that she needs to learn to RP a tad better to keep me motivated and engaged. I don't have that kind of mouth nor backbone. I don't wish to make enemies, but what else can I do? I cannot go on like this. I've already posted a second thread, which is not only unlike my character, but it is sheer garbage.
I don't want to waste my time there, but I don't like my other options.
Here's the link to the thread: trickyflayms.proboards77.com/index.cgi?board=peacefulvalley&action=display&thread=1152314788&page=1
Yippee...
YUCK!
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I'm KIDDING! 
Then she'll HAVE TO, right? The wordier, the harder it is to tell rather than show, in writing. Yeah...