02-06-2018, 10:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-10-2018, 10:01 AM by The Creator.)
The posts below are VIVID. They are dark, and twisited, some discuss suicide, rape, and other adult themes. They are beautifully written, so I want you to read, but I also want you to know what your about to read. <3 Creator
Sleaze and Moggett have withdrawn- you may or may not remember your time within the leather storybook. It is up to you…as is if you have any residual effects of your experience.
Faulkor- you have been eliminated. For the next 2 RL weeks, you find yourself making advances at the most inappropriate of times on all you meet. Enjoy- you horny horny beasties.
4th Place- Seadis. You will have the same defect as Faulkor, however, The Creator has also gifted you Stellar Aura (genetic). Place an update if you would like to keep it, if not, nothing needs to be done. This prize is not transferable to any other character.
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The author exhaled a tense breath he didn’t realize he had been holding and rolled his shoulders. The romance he had gotten was more intense than he had expected from a group of horses. He got up from his desk and went and got a cold glass of water--- a palate cleanser, something to shake the imagery from his mind.
The man knew he needed one more story--- and it was a story he had failed to do justice to many a time over. To get the piece he needed he knew the prompt would be longer than those he has given them before. He hoped his extra efforts with his prompt would get him the right tone and content he had not yet been able to achieve. Surely, this would be their most difficult task yet.
<i> You wake up chained to a wall. The chains are long enough that you may sit, even lay in a sad ball on the damp musty floor. There are no windows, no discerning features, just a plain wooden door in the far wall an darkness leaving shadows all about. You look down at yourself and you are in a ratty threadbare jumpsuit-- and you have nothing that could possibly help you escape. You call out a shaky hello, but your throat is dry and sore--as if you had been screaming for a long time. A laugh, wicked and twisted, crept out of the opposite corner opposite you the voice that followed seem ill- but not mentally unstable. <b>”Don’t tell me you have already forgotten our game.”</b> Male-- educated, older-- but mentally ill just the same. You can’t see his face but you hear him stand and his footsteps grew closer… a small dim light from under the door only illuminated the treads. <b>”hunting animals is such a bore-- not when you can hunt the </i>ultimate prey<i>.”</b> He cackled again, that wicked laugh that made your skin crawl. He went on to explain how he found a cocktail of drugs that kept her in a haze that increased your flight or fight center, while also keeping memories from forming. So as the drugs wore off the game would reset and he would start his hunt over again.
At this point your brain is reeling- the drugs were working and you were frantic for a way out--- to survive. The sharp scraping sound of metal against metal and the click of a gun being cocked sent you frantically fighting against your restraints and weeping from the fear that had been chemically induced. The man only laughed and went back to his dark corner. <b>”I’ll give you...oh 7 minutes this time... should you manage to escape you may have your freedom--- for you won’t remember anything anyway. But if I find you…. Well, the game will continue. See you soon puppet.”</b> You hear something rustle and then the soft thump of the man sitting back in his corner. A red clock blinks to life above the wooden door, “7:00”, at the same time your cuffs fall loose and you are free.
In your drugged state you do not stop to fight the man, you flee. Across the room and to the door, you frantically twist the knob and yank the door free---desperate to escape, all the while the echoing laughter of the man in the corner rings in your ear.</i>
One final time the page swirls… and you are smack dab in the middle of a survival suspense story.
</p><p class="nymph_name">The Creator </p><p class="nymph_quote">--The Author--</p> </div> </div> </center>
<u>Round 5</u>
In this round, you must detail what happens in this human prey-predator hunt. Please start your post as you run through the door. While there are not the traditional required elements/obstacles in this post, your story should be suspenseful. Below I have provided a list of questions for you to consider while you formulate your final post. End your post as you are captured/ escape/ or a third option TBD by you!
As this is the last round, I am not using a traditional “encounter 3 blah blah blah” setup. Instead, I have opted to provide some questions to help guide your story. See below for further requirements.
-How are you hunted? Where are you being hunted? How long?
-Who will hunt you? You father? An old flame? Your child?
-How do you stop the hunter, find out their identity?
-Do you die or experience some other fate?
-Do you stay the hunted? Or do you yourself become the hunter? Do you escape, if so into what life?
This post must be a MINIMUM of 2000 works, and a MAXIMUM of 3500 words.
<b>Post is due: SUNDAY February 11, 2018 at 12 AM (MIDNIGHT) EST</b>
Final results will be based not only your final post but the “storybook” you created throughout this quest.
If you need further clarification, ask away. I will update this post as questions are asked so everyone has equal access to information.
<u>FAQ </u>
N/A...yet
<u>The details (reminders, from round 1)</u>
This is a writing/elimination quest. All posts will be judged on how well the prompts are met, your effort in drafting a creative story- full of vivid imagery and detail that helps the author envision your story, and how well you react to the challenges ahead.
Grammar and sentence structure will not be judged unless it makes the post difficult to read/understand.
No editing allowed once posted
You have no traits/abilities unless otherwise stated
Defects given by fairies are gone (mute, blind, deaf, deformed limbs) but defect given by player (permanent limp from an injury, scars you chose to keep from battles, etc) may remain
The Author has every right to change his characters to fit his needs, this includes changing form, species, even if you are writing alone or interacting with others.
DEFECTS: permanent defects will ONLY be given if you do not post by a deadline WITHOUT notice. You may drop out by PM or by posting so in the thread w/o fear of penalty. Short term defects may be given with elimination.
NO EXTENSIONS will be given.
If need be, the Author withholds the right to a roll of dice if a decision cannot be made on who will advance.
Any and all questions can be addressed to The Creator, in PM or in Connect. Good luck to you.
Sleaze and Moggett have withdrawn- you may or may not remember your time within the leather storybook. It is up to you…as is if you have any residual effects of your experience.
Faulkor- you have been eliminated. For the next 2 RL weeks, you find yourself making advances at the most inappropriate of times on all you meet. Enjoy- you horny horny beasties.
4th Place- Seadis. You will have the same defect as Faulkor, however, The Creator has also gifted you Stellar Aura (genetic). Place an update if you would like to keep it, if not, nothing needs to be done. This prize is not transferable to any other character.
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Lora' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .nymph_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; width: 500px; border: solid 1px #000; background-color: #474747; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px black; } .nymph_grad-bg { z-index: 2; position: absolute; top: 185px; left: 0; width: 100%; height: 200px; background: -moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(71,71,71,0) 0%, rgba(71,71,71,1) 100%); background: -webkit-gradient(linear, left top, left bottom, color-stop(0%,rgba(72,76,105,0)), color-stop(100%,rgba(72,76,105,1))); background: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(71,71,71,0) 0%,rgba(71,71,71,1) 100%); background: -o-linear-gradient(top, rgba(71,71,71,0) 0%,rgba(71,71,71,1) 100%); background: -ms-linear-gradient(top, rgba(71,71,71,0) 0%,rgba(71,71,71,1) 100%); background: linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(71,71,71,0) 0%,rgba(71,71,71,1) 100%); filter: progid
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#474747', endColorstr='#474747',GradientType=0 ); } .nymph_text { position: relative; z-index: 3; width: 450px; background-color: #dcdcdc; box-shadow: 0px 1px 10px 1px black; margin-top:-50px; }.nymph_container p { margin: 0; } .nymph_name { font: 40px 'Lora', serif; color: #000; position: relative; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 7px;}.nymph_message { text-align: justify; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; padding: 15px 20px 10px 20px; color: #000; } .nymph_quote { text-align: center; font: 16px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; color: #474747; padding-bottom: 15px; } .nymph_image { position: relative; z-index: 1; width:500; height:auto;} </style> <center> <div class="nymph_container"> <div class="nymph_grad-bg"></div> <img class="nymph_image" src="https://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/writers-block.jpg"> <div class="nymph_text"> <p class="nymph_message">The author exhaled a tense breath he didn’t realize he had been holding and rolled his shoulders. The romance he had gotten was more intense than he had expected from a group of horses. He got up from his desk and went and got a cold glass of water--- a palate cleanser, something to shake the imagery from his mind.
The man knew he needed one more story--- and it was a story he had failed to do justice to many a time over. To get the piece he needed he knew the prompt would be longer than those he has given them before. He hoped his extra efforts with his prompt would get him the right tone and content he had not yet been able to achieve. Surely, this would be their most difficult task yet.
<i> You wake up chained to a wall. The chains are long enough that you may sit, even lay in a sad ball on the damp musty floor. There are no windows, no discerning features, just a plain wooden door in the far wall an darkness leaving shadows all about. You look down at yourself and you are in a ratty threadbare jumpsuit-- and you have nothing that could possibly help you escape. You call out a shaky hello, but your throat is dry and sore--as if you had been screaming for a long time. A laugh, wicked and twisted, crept out of the opposite corner opposite you the voice that followed seem ill- but not mentally unstable. <b>”Don’t tell me you have already forgotten our game.”</b> Male-- educated, older-- but mentally ill just the same. You can’t see his face but you hear him stand and his footsteps grew closer… a small dim light from under the door only illuminated the treads. <b>”hunting animals is such a bore-- not when you can hunt the </i>ultimate prey<i>.”</b> He cackled again, that wicked laugh that made your skin crawl. He went on to explain how he found a cocktail of drugs that kept her in a haze that increased your flight or fight center, while also keeping memories from forming. So as the drugs wore off the game would reset and he would start his hunt over again.
At this point your brain is reeling- the drugs were working and you were frantic for a way out--- to survive. The sharp scraping sound of metal against metal and the click of a gun being cocked sent you frantically fighting against your restraints and weeping from the fear that had been chemically induced. The man only laughed and went back to his dark corner. <b>”I’ll give you...oh 7 minutes this time... should you manage to escape you may have your freedom--- for you won’t remember anything anyway. But if I find you…. Well, the game will continue. See you soon puppet.”</b> You hear something rustle and then the soft thump of the man sitting back in his corner. A red clock blinks to life above the wooden door, “7:00”, at the same time your cuffs fall loose and you are free.
In your drugged state you do not stop to fight the man, you flee. Across the room and to the door, you frantically twist the knob and yank the door free---desperate to escape, all the while the echoing laughter of the man in the corner rings in your ear.</i>
One final time the page swirls… and you are smack dab in the middle of a survival suspense story.
</p><p class="nymph_name">The Creator </p><p class="nymph_quote">--The Author--</p> </div> </div> </center>
<u>Round 5</u>
In this round, you must detail what happens in this human prey-predator hunt. Please start your post as you run through the door. While there are not the traditional required elements/obstacles in this post, your story should be suspenseful. Below I have provided a list of questions for you to consider while you formulate your final post. End your post as you are captured/ escape/ or a third option TBD by you!
As this is the last round, I am not using a traditional “encounter 3 blah blah blah” setup. Instead, I have opted to provide some questions to help guide your story. See below for further requirements.
-How are you hunted? Where are you being hunted? How long?
-Who will hunt you? You father? An old flame? Your child?
-How do you stop the hunter, find out their identity?
-Do you die or experience some other fate?
-Do you stay the hunted? Or do you yourself become the hunter? Do you escape, if so into what life?
This post must be a MINIMUM of 2000 works, and a MAXIMUM of 3500 words.
<b>Post is due: SUNDAY February 11, 2018 at 12 AM (MIDNIGHT) EST</b>
Final results will be based not only your final post but the “storybook” you created throughout this quest.
If you need further clarification, ask away. I will update this post as questions are asked so everyone has equal access to information.
<u>FAQ </u>
N/A...yet
<u>The details (reminders, from round 1)</u>
This is a writing/elimination quest. All posts will be judged on how well the prompts are met, your effort in drafting a creative story- full of vivid imagery and detail that helps the author envision your story, and how well you react to the challenges ahead.
Grammar and sentence structure will not be judged unless it makes the post difficult to read/understand.
No editing allowed once posted
You have no traits/abilities unless otherwise stated
Defects given by fairies are gone (mute, blind, deaf, deformed limbs) but defect given by player (permanent limp from an injury, scars you chose to keep from battles, etc) may remain
The Author has every right to change his characters to fit his needs, this includes changing form, species, even if you are writing alone or interacting with others.
DEFECTS: permanent defects will ONLY be given if you do not post by a deadline WITHOUT notice. You may drop out by PM or by posting so in the thread w/o fear of penalty. Short term defects may be given with elimination.
NO EXTENSIONS will be given.
If need be, the Author withholds the right to a roll of dice if a decision cannot be made on who will advance.
Any and all questions can be addressed to The Creator, in PM or in Connect. Good luck to you.