actually this is my first time writing where i put my thoughts on something solid. i usually make up stories in my head then just erase them. the reason im so good at it is i have a clock-speed in my brain. im the fastest reader that ive ever known, and i say that without bragging. 200 pages an hour on average, if not more. so i read alllllll the friggin time xD
A Quick note to everybody participating. the most recent group post i just put up (current date is 5/16/13, and that's what im referring too) i asked everyone a question at the end of the post, because this is one of the unique events that will affect each of your individual storylines. This will only happen every now and then (i hope) however, i am trying to run a very user-based RP, so i will occasionally ask you something along the lines of what you want to happen. and im still trying to find a way to post what each person is doing without having to type out what they are doing myself, so the user gets to do more themselves. any suggestions on that?
also, for battling, im going to implement a basic dice system, which ill post along with each of my group posts as needed, which will be used rarely, i hope. this is another one of those things that im trying to work on. i was thinking something like this system, but im deciding on how useful this would be since it was originally not used for an RP:
Spoiler (click to show/hide):
Poll Result:
E: Might as well see what this new body can do!
You just cannot get enough of your new exciting form. Aside from the obvious changes, you feel stronger and faster than ever before. After stretching a bit more, you draw a line in the sand and take that classic runners pose you remember seeing on T.V. and school. You take a deep breath and then start running all out!
“Yes, o yes!”
You exclaim while you even out your stride, feeling the wind rush past you. Each step seems to take longer and longer, that’s not it at all! You are floating along between each stride, being distracted by this sudden realization a rock trips you and it is face plant time. The wind catches the skin veils and you rise up off the ground a solid six feet, but this is short lived as you crash into the sand and rocks. As you open your eyes while still in your crash landing position, you can see the fingers on your left hand bent all the way back touching your wrist. Needless to say this sort of freaks you out a bit as you scurry to your feet. But, your fingers are fine, no pain, and no distortion. Grabbing your fingers you take a deep breath and bend them back, to your surprise they stretch all the way back to your wrist with no pain. Wanting to truly put this to the test, you bend backwards. Yup, those are your ankles alright and you stand back up.
Now that the fun is out of the way, it is time to get to work. This didn't take too long so there looks to be a few hours of sunlight still left.
Poll Result:
B: Got to build a makeshift shelter, Survivor style! + E: Look for something to eat
Checks:
Spoiler
All checks will be a D20 roll plus the statistic value that matches the type of action closest. If a roll results in a 20 or higher, it counts as a Super Pass aka Critical which will grant a one-time re-roll on a failed check. But, if a 1 is rolled all Super Passes lost.
Weather- DC5: 11+3=14 Pass
Find a suitable location to set up camp-DC10: 17+3=20 Super Pass
Find materials for building shelter-DC10: 13+3=16 Pass
Find something edible-DC12: 5+4=9 Fail, Super Pass re-roll! 14+3=17 Pass
Looking out to the sea you notice some clouds out in the distance. You remember the way these look from school, they have a low chance for precipitation themselves, but they also are the vanguards to larger storms. They shouldn’t be here till tomorrow, unless the wind picks up. They may also miss the island entirely if the wind changes direction. The thought of rain makes you realize you have no place to sleep or seek shelter from the elements at all. You decide to explore the woods to try and find some place to set up a camp.
Not long after entering the forest you happen upon an area with a bunch of downed trees, likely victims of a storm. The trees are about one to two feet across and all of them are at least 4 feet long. With your newfound body these logs are like lifting toothpicks, you gather them together quite easily. Breaking off the limbs and tying them together with vines from some of the other nearby trees takes some time, but there the sun is still out. You head back towards the beach to look for something to cover the logs and make some kind of ‘blanket’ out of, you vaguely remember there being some trees that looked kind of like palm trees. Found them! The leaves on these trees are quite large and thick. After falling off of one of them a few times you finally manage to climb to the top of it. You break most of them free and let them fall to the ground; the next tree isn’t that far away and you might be able to jump to it instead of climbing all the way back down. With a deep breath you push off the tree, the skin veils flare wide and you make the gap with ease. You had almost forgotten you had these! To your surprise this tree also has some oddly shaped fruit hanging from it, they aren’t coconuts but more like spikey oranges. Being very careful, you make a sling from one of the leaves and pluck some. The next tree is a bit further out, but your confidence is on high and you make the jump without a second thought; thinking to yourself that you must look like some kind of crazy pink flying squirrel soaring to and fro. After a few more trees you’ve filled your makeshift sling and there are more than enough leaves on the ground. Floating down to the sand below with great ease you land soft and pose while snickering to yourself that you ‘stuck the landing.’
The sun is getting very close to setting and the orange sky won’t warrant you much more light to work with, so you quickly head back to you camp. Working quickly, you flip the logs you tied together over and prop them against two trees that are fairly spaced apart. You lace the leaves through the vines, trying to cover any holes water might leak from if it rained. There are still a large number of leaves remaining, so you brush out the debris and rocks under the lean-to in order to try and make a flat ‘bed’. After laying the leaves down as bedding, you hang the makeshift sling filled with odd fruit to try and keep some bugs away from them. For right now these strange fruits are all you have but there is no way to know for certain if they are safe to eat. You flop down back into the shelter with a sense of accomplishment as you beat the clock. With your hands resting on your knees, your other new growth keeps your gaze locked. Streams of impure thoughts flood your mind, but they seem less like just being horny or perverted and more like an instinctual need or desire. The large member between your legs starts to thicken and rub against the soft leaves as it lengthens, while the nubs along the shaft start to bulge as well. After letting out a deep sigh you can’t help but think that maybe when you wake up again this will all be over. All of that work has gotten your appetite stirred up and you could probably use a nap.
Poll Result:
B1: Eat the odd fruit now.
Checks:
Try and gauge if the fruit is safe to eat-DC5: 6+3=10 Pass
Resist the side effects of the fruit-DC10: 2+1=3 Fail
Feeling your face flush as you stare at the throbbing and slowly growing cock, you cannot help but feel ashamed and embarrassed. You quickly grab a few of the leaves and cover your lap up. After shaking off the urges that were welling up, you pluck one of the odd fruit from the sling. Inspecting it in close detail you find that it is roughly the size of an orange with a darker almost red skin. The skin has protruding spikes similar to a pineapple, with minimal force you snap back one of the spikes and tear a bit of the skin with it. Bringing the rind to your face makes your nose cringe a bit as the skin itself seems to have a bitter odor to it, with a quick taste test you confirm your assessment. Debating within your mind you come to the conclusion that the fruit is most likely not poisonous, as that would be a redundant defense mechanism. Slowly peeling the spikey skin off in strips to reveal the soft and juicy white flesh of this natural oddity, you find your mouth start to water with anticipation. Juices run down your hands and arms as you sink your teeth into the succulent morsel. The flavor is very hard to describe but it is reminiscent of strawberries with a hint of grapefruit. After the first bite you can only hope to not lose a finger with how ravenous you tear into the fruit. With each bite you swallow there is an odd sensation building in your stomach like the bits are expanding, like you’ve just gotten back from your third trip to a buffet bar. Licking and sucking the last of the juices from your fingers and hands with such earnest intent to savor the flavor. With a large contented sigh you lean back while patting your belly with one hand.
The other arm you are propping yourself up on starts to wobble and twinge as it slips out from under you; barely able to catch yourself just before you would of slammed your head into one of the trees supporting the lean-to. Your head is swimming, arms and legs feel weak, and your eyelids feel like they have the weight of the world tugging them closed. Struggling to get to your feet, stumbling face first into the pile of leaves with an audible thud.
Flashes of people and places, familiar yet lacking something key, become the myriad of images that dance in your dreams. The home you grew up in is so vivid and as you step into it a large family portrait greets you. A small family: Mother, Father, and two daughters. The colors are so bright and almost jump to life at you but all of the faces are smeared or warped. In an instant you are pulled from the home and your life is rushing by, school, work, dating, and the university. All the faces, all the places, all the names, everything distorted. It is there but just out of reach. You try and reach for them but each is pulled just as you get close, this dream just teases at your memories. Another set of images begin to surface. That bad dream you thought you had before replays, that engine sound just pounding and the feeling of helplessness. Something else, something new…a cage, less restraints but still that feeling of helplessness still remains. Bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars as far as you can see, an endless hallway of cages with restless shadows stirring within them. Loud footsteps deafen everything else and the cages grow still as they get closer. You press your face against the cage and watch as a figure in a long flowing white coat approaches. He stops right in front of your cage and his head turns and looks you dead in the eyes, with an instinctual fear you recoil back to a corner of the cage. The man’s face is shrouded by his short red hair and large glasses that reflect what little light there is, which keeps his eyes hidden by a shining piercing gaze. A large menacing grin creeps across his face with words that seem to ebb out of pure darkness.
“Oh my lovely 36, the fifth Succubus; fight and become what I need to complete the research.”
With a gasp you jerk awake to meet the morning sun piercing the tree line. You stand up out of the lean-to and stretch, those were some very strange dreams but there is no way that you slept from dusk till dawn. While you begin to move about, it becomes all too apparent that you feel way better than you have any other morning of any other day. Something catches your eye while you stretch, you bend around and see a small brand or tattoo on your left buttock…
“Thirty…Six? I’m 36?!?”
After a few moments of trying to cope with all the crazy antics going on, you realize that just standing around isn’t going to make anything happen.