EDIT: This game has ended. It will be continued in Mayhem at the TFF - Chaos Edge for which registration is openhere. The game starts tomorrow on the 17 so be sure to register! see you in Chaos Edge!
HereÆs a game for the holidays û Role Playing Adventure Fic Writing.
Rules are simple, you play as yourself. You write your scenes based on the scene the person before you wrote, i.e. you write a continuation. You may use other members in your continuations. Your continuation must be open ended to allow the next writer to pick up the thread. ItÆs all out here. AnythingÆs allowed. But when it comes to killing off other members, please be sure to allow necromancers, wizards with rez spells, scientists with zombie viruses, or some other plot device to be able to revive them. Nobody likes being dead....for too long anyway. I know I donÆt.
And try not to insult somebody you donÆt know. I wouldnÆt mind if somebody like DKG, David Alan Abramsczyk, F1, GH, or people I know hammers my character with machine guns or entire steamrollers, but if some obscure person came up and blasted the hell out of Zeni, then thereÆll be hell to pay (i.e. IÆll retaliate by writing a continuation twice as gory).
Ok, Me and ArchMagister-Magus will start off.
Hereafter ArchMagister-Magus will be called AMM
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TFF Corporation Headquarters, City 13, Midnight, December 24th 2006
Two obscure figures rushed in through the front doors into the dark lobby of the infamous TFF headquarters, rumoured nest of insane warlords, drooling /b/tards, and freakish megalomaniacs bent on destroying the world.
ôBut remember AMM, none of the aforementioned freaks are as bad asà.THE ONE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMEDàö Zeni said in cryptic overtones, peering into the darkness, scanning for any crazy fic writers with their keyboards from hell. He proceeded forwards in standard military covert-ops maneuvers û basically stooping, creeping, crawling, and leaping behind cover.
ôHey, itÆs the TFF, and itÆs Christmas night. How come thereÆs nobody around? I was expecting a room full of drunk fic writers showing off their latest spamfics to the tune of The Nightmare Before Christmas.ö AMM said, looking around, strolling calmly through the lobby behind Zeni.
ôThey must be waiting for us down in the dark orifice of the TFF, the CENTRAL DOGMAàö Zeni said, in foreboding tones. ôNotice the note of dramatics, AMM. This is time to be worrying about YOU-KNOW-WHOànot Christmas parties full ofàwaitàI hear footstepsàö Zeni said, stooping into a crouch. He lowered his ears to the ground and listened. ôYesàfootstepsàthe personÆs about 5 foot 6, heÆs a complete idiotàhis shoes are on the wrong wayà.heÆs the kind of person who listens to Noriko Sakai twenty four sevenà.and he hates meàö
ôYou knowàif we were really trying to infiltrate this place, why did we come in through the front door?ö AMM asked.
ôCuz itÆs rude to go in through the back door, idiot. Now shut up. Something evil this way comes.ö Zeni whispered. He crouched behind a convenient watermelon stand and looked over the camo-patterned fruit into the darkness beyond.
ôItÆs only my footsteps echoing around, Zeni-chan.ö AMM sighed.
ôI told you to proceed in the standard by-the-manual covert-op-y way. WerenÆt you listening?ö Zeni asked. ôThose fic writers might be waiting for us, ready to choke us with their mouse chords.ö
ôCovert-op-y wayà.Like this?ö AMM asked, leaping about and crouching in mid-air.
ôà.weÆre playing Mayhem at the TFF, not Counterstrikeàö Zeni sighed.
ôOMGà.U SUXà.UR GAYàKEKEàDUST PLZàö AMM started spouting Counterstrike innuendo.
ôSHUT UP!ö Zeni screamed. ôHuh?ö He looked before him. ôHALT! WHO GOES THERE!ö
ôOhà.itÆs just a humanàö
ôOff course itÆs a human. Would I be worried if it wasnÆt one?ö Zeni asked.
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Now whoÆs the said person? Friendàor foe? Are Zeni and AMMÆs motives good or evil? What lies in the bowels of the TFF Headquarters? Will Zeni or AMM die in the next couple of scenes or will they be ignored all together? And why was there a watermelon stand in the middle of the lobby?
HereÆs a game for the holidays û Role Playing Adventure Fic Writing.
Rules are simple, you play as yourself. You write your scenes based on the scene the person before you wrote, i.e. you write a continuation. You may use other members in your continuations. Your continuation must be open ended to allow the next writer to pick up the thread. ItÆs all out here. AnythingÆs allowed. But when it comes to killing off other members, please be sure to allow necromancers, wizards with rez spells, scientists with zombie viruses, or some other plot device to be able to revive them. Nobody likes being dead....for too long anyway. I know I donÆt.
And try not to insult somebody you donÆt know. I wouldnÆt mind if somebody like DKG, David Alan Abramsczyk, F1, GH, or people I know hammers my character with machine guns or entire steamrollers, but if some obscure person came up and blasted the hell out of Zeni, then thereÆll be hell to pay (i.e. IÆll retaliate by writing a continuation twice as gory).
Ok, Me and ArchMagister-Magus will start off.
Hereafter ArchMagister-Magus will be called AMM
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TFF Corporation Headquarters, City 13, Midnight, December 24th 2006
Two obscure figures rushed in through the front doors into the dark lobby of the infamous TFF headquarters, rumoured nest of insane warlords, drooling /b/tards, and freakish megalomaniacs bent on destroying the world.
ôBut remember AMM, none of the aforementioned freaks are as bad asà.THE ONE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMEDàö Zeni said in cryptic overtones, peering into the darkness, scanning for any crazy fic writers with their keyboards from hell. He proceeded forwards in standard military covert-ops maneuvers û basically stooping, creeping, crawling, and leaping behind cover.
ôHey, itÆs the TFF, and itÆs Christmas night. How come thereÆs nobody around? I was expecting a room full of drunk fic writers showing off their latest spamfics to the tune of The Nightmare Before Christmas.ö AMM said, looking around, strolling calmly through the lobby behind Zeni.
ôThey must be waiting for us down in the dark orifice of the TFF, the CENTRAL DOGMAàö Zeni said, in foreboding tones. ôNotice the note of dramatics, AMM. This is time to be worrying about YOU-KNOW-WHOànot Christmas parties full ofàwaitàI hear footstepsàö Zeni said, stooping into a crouch. He lowered his ears to the ground and listened. ôYesàfootstepsàthe personÆs about 5 foot 6, heÆs a complete idiotàhis shoes are on the wrong wayà.heÆs the kind of person who listens to Noriko Sakai twenty four sevenà.and he hates meàö
ôYou knowàif we were really trying to infiltrate this place, why did we come in through the front door?ö AMM asked.
ôCuz itÆs rude to go in through the back door, idiot. Now shut up. Something evil this way comes.ö Zeni whispered. He crouched behind a convenient watermelon stand and looked over the camo-patterned fruit into the darkness beyond.
ôItÆs only my footsteps echoing around, Zeni-chan.ö AMM sighed.
ôI told you to proceed in the standard by-the-manual covert-op-y way. WerenÆt you listening?ö Zeni asked. ôThose fic writers might be waiting for us, ready to choke us with their mouse chords.ö
ôCovert-op-y wayà.Like this?ö AMM asked, leaping about and crouching in mid-air.
ôà.weÆre playing Mayhem at the TFF, not Counterstrikeàö Zeni sighed.
ôOMGà.U SUXà.UR GAYàKEKEàDUST PLZàö AMM started spouting Counterstrike innuendo.
ôSHUT UP!ö Zeni screamed. ôHuh?ö He looked before him. ôHALT! WHO GOES THERE!ö
ôOhà.itÆs just a humanàö
ôOff course itÆs a human. Would I be worried if it wasnÆt one?ö Zeni asked.
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Now whoÆs the said person? Friendàor foe? Are Zeni and AMMÆs motives good or evil? What lies in the bowels of the TFF Headquarters? Will Zeni or AMM die in the next couple of scenes or will they be ignored all together? And why was there a watermelon stand in the middle of the lobby?