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When you arrive at this tower and learn you were not the only person to be brought, or transported here, you and your new friends soon learn that that this tower has no entrance or exit, but it puts off a strange energy that everyone can feel and that there are enigmatic forces at hand that are dying to get off this planet as much as the characters themselves do.
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"Ooph, this is harder than it seems" Al says to himself. "One would think standing would be an ease to accomplish." Al'therin notices that not only is it hard to stand, but his skin is raw and tender to the touch. He is very badly sun burned even for his tanned skin. He notices the trees. "Shade." Al'therin says to himself.
"I have to make it to that tree line, and fast. "Al'therin struggle to his feet, but manages to do so. The feeling of standing is strange and off set feeling. But he puts one foot in front of the other. The feeling in his legs return after seconds of walkings. Al'therin then notices that he has a knife tucked in the front of his sash. He stops, takes it out, and stares intently on it. The jewels and gemstones that are embedded in the hilt sparkle in the sun, and reflect colors of red, green, blue and purple on Al'therins face. The blade is curved and neatly serrated near the hilt.
"This is a beautiful blade." Al tell himself. "I do wonder how i acquired such a thing." Al tucked it back in his sash, this time to the left side to avoid stabbing himself. The blade had no sheath to it. On he walked for what seemed like miles. He was wearing a robe when he awoke, the color or red and purple. He took it off, ripped it into multiple peaces and began to wrap his his for-arms. Next were his legs. His legs were never exposed to the sunlight, but he warped his boots up to his shins in robe wrappings to prevent unwanted sand to fall in his boots. He took the last peace of wrapping and wrapped his face and head, letting his hair pock out the bottom, still shoulder length. He wore a light white shirt in the shape of a buttoned up vest. His boots were made of leather.
He makes it to this dead barren forest and sits for a time, thankful for the little shade that the dead trees have to offer. After a short time, he brings himself back to his feet. He stands in place and wonders if maybe he's actually dead? Maybe this is why he has no memory of his past? He stares out on the horizon on the edge of the dead forest, and notices a tall black shaft. This thing, or tower if you will, is so tall that it reaches to the sky, so the top is unseeable.
"What i would give for a sack of water. Everything around me is dead. No rivers, no streams. I doubt there are even oceans around and if there is, that to is probably dead and lifeless." Al then feels a surge through his body. A feeling that he thinks he has never felt in his lifetime. It urges im to go forward, to enter this Tower, and find salvation. He hopes it brings salvation... He proceeds to the east, through the dead forest and out into the desert again. His destination is the tower...
"Damn this cold." Al said. "Damn it all." He stared at the tower again with nothing but the sound of wind in the background. No animals or insects, or even humanoids for that matter. He fell asleep, with the last thing he looked at being the tower.
Golden and her pack mates dwell in a thick tropical forest where the trees grow to mountainous sizes and the sun is rarely seen. She was not even aware of the concept of sand until now. She tries licking it finding it dry and hot in her mouth. It sticks to her tongue and makes her pant with thirst. At least she blends in this arid place. On her home world her color was always a nuisance. She always stood out to much and prey could see her golden coat from afar. It was her packs curse and she was often bullied because of it.
Thinking of her pack she whined, worried about where they could be. They may not always treat her fairly but they were her only family and she had lived with them her entire life. Her eyes start to burn from the bright sun but she can make out what she mistakes for a large tree on the horizon. It is thinner and blacker than any tree she had ever seen but a strange tree was better than this sand and smouldering sun.
As is normal for her race she set off on four legs. Morphings tend to only take on their human shape while performing certain tasks. With the sun burning her back she moved as fast as she could bear, finding that the pads of her feet were quickly becoming covered in blisters from the heat. Scared and alone she traveled towards the tower, eager to find shade and be reunited with her pack.
"V-Vasssiii!", he screamed through the crippling headache. He attempted to swallow the pain but his attempt to power through the dimensionally induced trauma forced a stream of crimson red flowed from his nose. As the pressure released from his head his attitude mellowed drastically.
"V-Vassi....we're not going home for awhile.", he said quietly as his vision began to clear and a landscape of sand and more sand filled his scope. "Do you feel that?", he followed.
Roman could feel a heavy draw from his back, so heavy that it felt as if his very soul yearned to be closer. But to what? He turned around, stumbling, only to find himself gawking in awe of a structure so impressive, he couldn't help but wonder how it had gotten there. The fact that this wasteland was once a living planet was the most probable scenario.
Lifting himself up from the burning sand, he turned to look at his brother, who was still holding his head and kneeling. He could empathize. They had traveled before, but never had the recoil been this intense.
"This might be the future, this might be something comletly different. But if you feel what I feel, then we need to get to that tower as soon as we can. Are you well enough to get some water?", he asked.
Still to weak to stand Vas separated his fingers without taking them from his face and searched for where the voice originated. Not to far from him he could see a shadowy mirage that appeared to be Roman "B-Brother is....is that you?" he whispered, his voice to weak to carry.
Trying to stand his knees wobbled from the gravitational change. "Brother where have you brought us..." he thought to himself, as he fell back to one knee. He could hear his brothers voice again this time saying "V-Vassi....we're not going home for awhile." Not like we have a home to go back too he said to himself.
After taking a moment to gather some strength he yelled back to his brother Where are we?......and or better yet when are we?. waiting for his voice to travel Vas looked off into the distance only to see a dark tower souring over the sand dunes. Its presence felt as if it were pulling at his very being. His brothers voiced returned snapping him out of his gaze. "This might be the future, this might be something comletly different. But if you feel what I feel, then we need to get to that tower as soon as we can. Are you well enough to get some water?"
Brother do you see any water? Vas' reply hinted of sarcasm. He tries once again to regain his composure, this time managing to on stand on both feet.
"I must be dead. I have to be." Al'therin said to himself. "It's a little too hot for heaven though."
Al attempted to stand. He got up with no problem, then keeled over and dry heaved until his gut felt like he was being stabbed, over and over. He took the dagger from his side, just to make sure he really wasn't being stabbed. He sat there for a minute or two until the feeling in his stomach passed. He stood and took another long gaze, to the east, west, south and north. Nothing but a dead, dry barren wasteland. The trees were dead, the rivers were dry, the ocean bottom that he awoke in the first day he was here was dead as well. Even the mountains to the far north looked like the strange red, gold and brown color of the sand here. He was no longer sweating, but it felt like he was. It was a cold feeling. His head was hot. He was getting sick and he was in need of sustenance if was wanting to get better. There was nothing he could do but hasten his travel as quick as he could even in his condition, to the strange tower on the horizon.
On he walked, for hours it seemed like. The tower was directly in front of him. It would not be long until he arrived. He began to pacen up his approach, through the hot sad that was almost blinding to look at from the suns reflection. The tower truly did appear to shoot to the heavens. The closer he was to the tower, the more he could see the top. Stuck in wonder of the strange black structure, Al was not paying attention to his surrounding. He tripped over something with the weight of steel about it. He fell face first in the sand. Feeling dumbfounded, he turned around quickly to see what it was that had made him fall and feel like a fool. He crawled on his hands and knees and picked up what appeared to be a long, curved sword. He was in wonder struck. "What would a blade be doing all the way out here, in a desert for that matter." Al said to himself. "Expertly crafted. The smith put a lot of time and effort into this beauty. Why do I know this?" Al stood back on his feet, the hilt of the blade in his right hand and the tip of the blade itself resting in his left. "How [i]could[/i] I know this? I don't even know myself." He became frustrated with so many questions to ask and no one around to answer them. He Proceeded to walk towards the tower once more, while examining the blade. Again, he stopped. His mind was struck with yet, another question as he read an inscription on the blade, near the bottom towards the hilt. It read, "To my dearest son Al'therin. With love, Sabian." How could this be? This was HIS sword, but he didn't know this. Let alone how to use one. He tried desperately to jog his memory. Lifting his head up, he hadn't realized that he had begun to walk again. He was at the tower. A broken black wall surrounded it. It too looked as if it had been dead for years, just like everything around him was. He brushed the thoughts of the inscription to the side, and fell to his knees. Sword still clutched in his right hand, he took his left and ripped the robe trappings from his head, letting his dark, wavy brown hair blow in the wind. He had done it. He had found his salvation.
"Hello!!" Al'therin yelled. "Anybody there! Hello!" There was no response. No one came to greet him. His hope for salvation was lost. He could feel a fever building up in him. The sickness was getting worse. He fell once again to his knees. Letting exhaustion take over. He glanced to the north and notice two blurry figures. They were approaching the tower as well.
"Hello...!" Al'therin said, putting his left arm out, reaching for them as if they were right in front of him. He collapsed once again from exhaustion and let the fever take over.
Her ears pricked forward at the sound of shouting. As sun burnt as her ears were she was able to pick out two, maybe three voices. She started towards the closest voice, the one that also seemed closest to the tower. She sniffed the air hoping for some clue as to who might be shouting but all she could smell was heat and sand and sweat. Golden had never met a human before and did not know how to identify one.
When she finally came to the foot of the tower she found a figure collapsed in the sand. With her tail tucked and ears backed she inched towards the figure, ready to run at any sign of movement. Her oval pupils narrowed to a slit. In this bright light her eyes were not the best thing to rely on but she was able to figure out that this person had dark brown hair and had his arms and legs wrapped in cloth. When he did not move for a time she inched closer.
She twitched her long tail, hesitant but also overwhelmed by curiosity. At such close range not even her golden fur provided camouflage--unless the collapsed figure was nearly blind. Golden doubted that. Rather than getting any closer and risking harm to herself she projected a thought into the mans mind. Morphings all had this power of communicating however they never used language, only images. This particular image she sent was of her home world. A place with trees that dwarfed the tower they were near, with leaves as big as her. In this projected image she included her pack mates--five other morphings. Three of them with black and brown fur, and two with black. Each of them having their own distinct features in regards to eye color and types of hair.
She doubted that this... other... would have any understanding but it was a chance she was willing to take. At this point the other two, she had decided it was two voices that sounded quite similar, were to far off to concern herself with them.
Al was dreaming. At least he thought he was. He felt an intense stabbing pain in his mind. His brain felt like it was turning to mashed potatoes. He snapped his eyes open. The burning sensation of the sun and hot sand greeted him, hello.
There was a creature stirring about. Al'therin knew this, for as he lay where he was, he could hear something sniffing at him. He dared not move. Even if he tried, he would most likely keel over and vomit once more. He could feel an awful headache forming from the lack of food and liquids. "I don't even remember when the last time i ate was." His best guess was that the creature was hungry. He didn't blame it. Even though Al technicaly can't see the creature, one could only asume he would be eaten. He looked dead. Felt, dead.
He thought to himself for another minute to try and stand, to see what this new visitor really wanted. How could he have not noticed this before? He then thought that maybe those two figures to the north were actually a man and a dog, and that maybe the man is as wonder struck as Al felt that there was other life on in this god forsaken place. He needed to act quickly if what he was wanting to do was going to work. He could feel the sword still clutched in his right hand, his dagger, tucked deeply in the left side of his sash.
Al quickly whirled around on his back, and pointed the blade at the creature. It had four legs and looked as if it were a crossbreed between a wolf and a cat. Its fur was golden.
"What are you! And where have you come from!" Al yelled at the creature. Why was he screaming at a damned animal.
"Get back you! Get back!" Al screamed once more. "I know how to use thi-" He cut him self off. Al grabbed his gut, trying hard to hold in the vomit that he was going to release. He keeled over on his knees.
"Whaaaa!" This time, instead of dry heaving, green and red bile flung out. His insides were taking a turn for the worse. It felt like they were now ripped in half.
"Wa-water. I n-need water-r." Al said, then he fell face first in the sand.
He blacked out.
"Bro it may be the heat.... but that looks like a dead guy and a really big wolf..." he paused for a response while moving the hair from his face with his one free arm. "I for one don't intend on being eaten" reaching for his satchel he pulls out two pencils and holds them side by side in his palm.
Closing his eyes and focusing some of what was left of his energy on the atoms of the pencils, he fuses them together and arranges the natural wood atoms toward the bottom forming a hilt and exposing the graphite core. Next he focused on the carbon that composed the graphite picking up some sand with the same hand and bonding the protons of the sand with the protons of the graphite until each atom of graphite contains 22 protons and has chemically changed into titanium.
Holding his newly crafted titanium shank he thought to himself as they arrived at the tower "Nice Ice pick... what are you gonna do with that, the beasts already killed one person"he thinks to himself
"Still think this is a good idea?" He glances at his brother's answer then takes another look at the body laying in its own blood... or maybe it wasn't blood Vas wasn't sure now that he was up close, if it was, it wasn't the same color as his, meaning the body didn't come from earth, and by the looks of it neither did the wolf.
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Backing away from the collapsed man she moved to the base of the tower and started to dig in the sand. She could not think of anything else that would result in finding water unless the sky suddenly broke open with an unlikely downpour of water. Sending sand flying all around her she removed the hottest layer. The coolness of what lay underneath felt nice on her blistered paws.
It took a long time for her to dig deep enough to find damp sand. By then she was panting heavily and her beautiful fur was growing dark with sweat. She paused to lay in the shadow of tower, placing her head on her paws. Being a Wolf Cat she was rather large compared to the other beings. She wondered how to communicate with them. Golden certainly did not speak their language and projecting images the first time did not seem at all successful.
The others were not large enough for her to fear them but she was still cautious. On her home planet she always felt small when she was with her pack mates.
"Bro it may be the heat.... but that looks like a dead guy and a really big wolf..."
"What does that mean to me? Do you want a pelt?" Roman retorted nasally as he pressed his shirt against his nose. The bleeding was slow but steady now.
Vas remained cautious around the creature. It was hairy, that much Roman had gathered, but he didn't sense any immediate danger. Vas, who had conjured an ice pick, was not so calm. In fact, his demeanor was a lot more aggressive than Roman was comfortable with. That is of course until the sight of Al's body became more than a blurry shade. Roman staggered back a step and fell to his knee, balancing himself with his hands.
"Still think this is a good idea?" said Vas
"Water was a good idea, whatever you're about to do is not."responded Roman now noticing the scene. The man was still breathing slightly, and there were no noticeable flesh-wounds.
"Wake him up Vas." he said after further thought. Vas began to retort, but Roman snapped back assured by his analysis. "Just do what I ask Vassi. This is not the time!" he said as his Russian accent began to slip through his struggling conscious.
After snapping he realized that his brother had come to a similar conclusion, that being this scene was not what they had first thought. The desert land and the dimensional travel had taken a fair toll on him. They were still a good ways from the spire itself, but they could clearly see the city that surrounded it, and the deadness that it held. As Roman's vision sharpened, he could see movement around the base of the spire. It was a creature. It was a horde of creatures. And they were big.
"Wake him up Vas." Roman demanded. "But we don't know..." Vas began, but he was cut off by his brothers snapping retort. "Just do what I ask Vassi. This is not the time!"
Vas stood in silence for a few moments before getting down and sticking both hands into the sand. Using the only resource available he rapidly vibrated the atoms of the sand until they solidified and formed a bowl of glass. He pulled the newly formed and rather large bowl from underneath the sand and emptied the excess sand from its basin. Next Vas grabbed his hair and rang it dry into the bowl almost filling it with sweat. Next was his shirt and once that was rung dry Vas had enough sweat for his next plan.
"Lets hope this works"He thought to himself.
Sticking both hands into the sweat fill bowl Vas focused on attracting all the sodium atoms to his hands much like a magnet would metal, after about 30 seconds of this he removed his hands along with the impurities from his sweat, leaving only drinkable water left inside the basin. Taking a sip to test the quality he shrugged.
"Eh it will have to do, although I don't taste that bad" Vas cracked a smile at his accomplishment and proceeded over to the motionless body "Hey if you can hear me I have drinkable water... Can you sit up to drink?" Vas kneeled next to the body and held out the bowl of clear liquid. keeping a close eye on the wolf and on his brother who seemed more troubled by the horizon.
As she continued to dig a low whine came from her throat. She was scared. She didn't know how to connect with any of the others and none of them seemed interested in connecting with her either.
The brothers already had a glass bowl of distilled sweat when brown water started to seep into Golden's sandy hole. She barked happily at the sight of the brown liquid. After lapping up a fee mouthfuls for herself she stood back for the others to admire her work. The water tasted the same as the sand, but it was there, just hidden far underground.
Pleased with her discovery, her long cat tail swayed happily and her tall ears pointed forward. Wolf Cats were always excellent at trusting their own instincts but Golden was rarely rewarded for her efforts. Having found water she now wished to focus on getting hydrated and then figuring out how to communicate with these other beings. She wondered if her secondary form would be more or less threatening, deciding she had little need to take that form here.
"Sit him up and have him drink. If he won't wake up we need to pick him up and figure out a way to get into that tower." said Roman standing fully aware now with a stoic glare focused at the tower.
I dont know what those things are but they look like trouble. We're going to need all the help we can get.
Almost subconsciously he began to redistribute his mass to his legs, a trick he had learned for competition combat. He used the displaced mass to lift the almost lifeless body onto a nearby stone slab and began a steady march towards the tower.
"And you, creature, if you are of any use you should come along." he continued back at Golden.
The pulses of the sand were coming slower now as the sand went from a deep red to a dark blue. With each one the waves were larger, now plainly visible to everyone. If this pattern continued, they were in for one hell of a trek.
"Maybe I should try osmosis, force the water into his body" thought Vas as he began to pour.
"It s a simple combination of atoms, and Ive been waiting for a chance to try my power on living objects." as he continued to pour carefully Vas' contemplated atomic transmission, thinking how during the transfer of protons electrons and neutrons there was a chance that neutrons could collided, destroying them selves and causing what ever her was transferring to become radioactive and deadly.
"Oh not to mention if whole atoms collided" Vas shook his head as he finished his thought out loud
"They must be related." Al thought to himself.
He didn't know if should say anything to the strangers. But if they were the ones that helped him, he was grateful. He had qustions that need answering as well. He recovered some of his strength, he could tell. It was time to learn of this place.
"I thank you for the drink, friend." Al told the stranger with bushy hair. Speaking again was a nice feeling. But the raw feeling in his throat was still a nagging pain. It definitely didn't feel as bad though. "Where am I? How did i get here?"
Vas shrugged and answered "I dont know where you are or how you got here we just found you laying in the sand next to this old tower with that wolf-cat thing standing over you." looking in his brothers direction he called out to him
"umm bro he's awake and asking questions, my jobs done." raising to his feet Vas extended out his arm for the stranger to help him stand once again.
In full darkness she would be able to see clearly. Then she would have to hunt for some food...
Al noticed the cat-dog. It didn't seek dangerous at all. It looked somewhat worried actually.
"Don't worry friendly creature. I won't hurt you and I believe these two men here mean you no harm." Al said to the thing. He felt dumb, hoping it would understand.
"My name..." Al had too swallow, his throat was still raw. "My name is Al'therin Romdor'es. And I have no memory of my past life. I woke up here in the desert. This is why a asked of the location we were in."
She wanted to confront them badly, but thought twice of her actions. "More survivors." She thought to herself. "I thought we were the only ones left. Perhaps there are more contries out there that have not suffered Ah'bur's wrath like we have." She thought about it for a split second, and tossed the thought away. "Or, they could be spies sent from the Dead City. They usually had Sand Hounds with them. That sure looks like one. It also looks like a cat though." Zarah though out loud.
She would wait until she could find evidence from afar and find a chance to strike.
I can turn back, let me just turn back now......no....no...I should keep going.... Roman thought to himself.
He could feel his will sinking into the beckoning of tower. It had his very soul in a vice grip and it refused to release it. Roman was no more than 200 yards now and he could now make out the creatures at the bottom of the tower. They actually weren't creatures but machines. Spider like machines patrolling the grounds that if he were to be face to face with, would tower over him.
"No! get back here Roman..." Vas could tell his voice was out of range.
Without a second thought he took a large drink from the glass vessel, still leaving some for his new dehydrated companion, and burst out into a full sprint towards his brother.
"Get back here and drink" Vas called out to his brother but he was still to far for his voice to reach his brother. Why his brother was so drawn to the spire he could not understand but the closer he got to his brother... no the closer he got to the spire, the stronger the urge to follow its will was.
He finally caught up to his brother and tackled him by the legs taking him down to the sand slowly. "Stop you need to rest!" he yelled as he struggled to pin his brother to the now cold blue sand.
"You see those ruins over there. we'll rest over there for the night and tackle the spire when we all have our strength, you said you saw something.... do you really think you can take whatever it was you saw in your condition?" Vas ended his rant pointing unknowingly in the direction of the woman spying on them, and hopping his brother would see his good intentions in saving his life.
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A morphing with a gentle spirit. Being the runt of the pack she always felt like something was missing in her life.
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Regretably I think I will have to drop out of this rp. My new job is just taking up too much time.
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I also wondered why Golden sweated since neaither cats nor dogs sweat but I think it adds something unique to the character.
I would like it if Zarah filled everyone in on where we are in the morning, and its best for the creator of the RP to control night and day So I will wait for the morning post to wake my character.
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Have you never seen a horse sweat? Golden sweats because she is not just an ordinary animal--her people were almost human thousands of years ago. And since everyone is exhausted from heat stroke it seems natural that she would also sweat. This world is also completely opposite of her home world.
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Also, why does Golden sweat? Creatures with fur don't normally sweat. I am confused.
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The first part will all take place in the "Unknown", where we will all learn the tower (Which we find out is called The Black Citadel.) From the point of where we are now, we run into Zarah.
-Everyone needs to read her character description. I am sorry i did not mention this before.
She will lead us to her city which lays beyond the ruined black wall in which we are at right now. I don't really want to write everything play by play, it would take the fun out of everything for you all, so play and write as you go.
We will meet her father once we arrive. Depending on how long our character carry conversation with each other out near the wall, it could take time. Like i said, i don't want to push things to fast. I want everyone to be comfortable with whats going on around them. So play as you go!
-Either I, or someone else in party can make her father as a character. This does need to be done soon. When you read Zarahs character description, you will learn that he is a sort of master healer and that he is an adviser for the man that lives on the top of the Black Citadel. This could be why we have been drawn to this tower. He could have a power in which nothing can be compared too.
We will learn little of the man in the tower. Not until the next RP i will write.
As for the giant metal spiders Roman wrote about. We could make them controlled by Alchemists that live in the city beyond the ruined wall. Or they can just me mechanical beings they made to help repair their city. Actually, Roman if you want to make them what ever you want, OTHER than enemies, please feel free.
I Will post more, But let's keep it sorta slow at this point? Sorry. We will run into enemies, but i just need to think of how this will play out to be fair with everyone.
Thank you for your time!
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So.... We have been jumping all over the map. Has anyone else noticed this? To make the rp as smooth as possible perhaps from now on we could create titles of our location. Or maybe someone would be willing to create a map and update it as our characters travel.
And next suggestion, so that the posts can grown longer instead of shorter, it would be nice if someone would take more control over the direction of the storyline. As The Heliumnite is the creator I think it should be you.
If anyone has an idea in mind they want to play out consider posting it here. That way all the characters can build up to that plan rather than one of us going for the idea but nobody else knows what exactly is going on.
For an example it would be great for everyone to have a detailed description of the spider creatures to refer to once the characters reach the creatures. This way everyone can know what the creatures look like to reduce confusion later.
Finally I want to mention that Golden will gradually learn the spoken language and then be able to telepathically respond through images and language rather than just images. This should increase communication between her and the rest of the group which is really lacking atm.
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Name is Zarah, she will be a big part of this story. She will be introduced once we get inside the area of the black tower.
Read her character description please!! Let me know how you like her. Let me know if you have any questions regarding her in general.
Anyone can make more characters for the story and play as them, so long as they can keep up with the roleplay. I'm cool with anything!
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(color=#800) ...words.... (/color)
Youptour's words are b00.
(color=#b00) ...words... (/color)
Tell us your code and try not to make it more the the first 3 numbers for everyones sake lol
Thanks Guys & Girl and I hope this RP comes out sexy
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For blue (color=#00b)text(/color)
For green(color=#0b0)text(/color)
For red(color=#b00)text(/color)
You can find codes for more specific colors on line
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Please feel free to ask questions, or give ideas on what you want to happen next!!!! (Story wise, and anything else wise.)
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On a dying planet.
You may edit this first post as you see fit.