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Hello everybody. It's your good friend James here. I've been working on this idea for awhile here and thought, what the hell? I'm gonna tell you all about in the next few paragraphs so listen up peeps.
The Idea
The idea. The idea was to create an RPG that helped with creating a story and a character we could ALL work on and build. A sort of...exercise for everyone to work on their skills. That's the idea.
The Story
In this, I'm going to make a character. This character will be the focus of this story. Anyone and everyone can post and add to the story of this character, working on ideas, tossing them around, and hopefully making a nice story that we can all toy around with.
The Character
I created a guy we could all work with. It's name is Alex. Alex is a stick figure. It's neither a he or a she, so need to argue over that little detail. It lives in city called, you guessed it, Stick City. It lives a life like any other person, but it's life isn't set in stone. It's personality isn't set in stone. It is whatever you want it to be. A crazy musician who suffers from depression, a recovering alcoholic, a hit...person for hire, it can be anything and everything you want it to be.
Rules
I have only two rules.
1. Don't Ruin the Fun
and
2. Have as Much Fun as Possible!
Simple eh? Well, with that, let's get this show on the road!
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It was around 8 AM. The alarm clock in it's room was ringing. Alex's eyes opened, yawning as it did so. It's hand hit the alarm clock, shutting it off. It yawned one more time before getting out of bed. It grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the counter next to his bed, going towards the window of his apartment. It opened the window, and lit a cigarette, breathing it out the window and looking at the city he lived in.
It breathed in a haul, looking down at the street. It saw it's neighbor Charles walking his dog Buddy down the sidewalk. It saw a homeless man crawling out of the cardboard box he lived in, who lived in the box in an alleyway across the street. Alex smiled, and took one more haul of the cigarette.
Alex flicked it out the window, closing it as Alex did so. It turned around, looking at the clock.
Crap, it's 8:17. I gotta get to work in 13 minutes!
Alex ran to it's dresser, changing quickly. It rushed into the bathroom, brushing it's teeth quickly then rushing out the bathroom and out of his apartment after putting a pair of shoes on.
Gotta get to my job at...
(This is where the next person takes control of Alex. You decide it's job, how it get's there, and whatever else you feel like. Alex's story is now in your hands!)
The Idea
The idea. The idea was to create an RPG that helped with creating a story and a character we could ALL work on and build. A sort of...exercise for everyone to work on their skills. That's the idea.
The Story
In this, I'm going to make a character. This character will be the focus of this story. Anyone and everyone can post and add to the story of this character, working on ideas, tossing them around, and hopefully making a nice story that we can all toy around with.
The Character
I created a guy we could all work with. It's name is Alex. Alex is a stick figure. It's neither a he or a she, so need to argue over that little detail. It lives in city called, you guessed it, Stick City. It lives a life like any other person, but it's life isn't set in stone. It's personality isn't set in stone. It is whatever you want it to be. A crazy musician who suffers from depression, a recovering alcoholic, a hit...person for hire, it can be anything and everything you want it to be.
Rules
I have only two rules.
1. Don't Ruin the Fun
and
2. Have as Much Fun as Possible!
Simple eh? Well, with that, let's get this show on the road!
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It was around 8 AM. The alarm clock in it's room was ringing. Alex's eyes opened, yawning as it did so. It's hand hit the alarm clock, shutting it off. It yawned one more time before getting out of bed. It grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the counter next to his bed, going towards the window of his apartment. It opened the window, and lit a cigarette, breathing it out the window and looking at the city he lived in.
It breathed in a haul, looking down at the street. It saw it's neighbor Charles walking his dog Buddy down the sidewalk. It saw a homeless man crawling out of the cardboard box he lived in, who lived in the box in an alleyway across the street. Alex smiled, and took one more haul of the cigarette.
Alex flicked it out the window, closing it as Alex did so. It turned around, looking at the clock.
Crap, it's 8:17. I gotta get to work in 13 minutes!
Alex ran to it's dresser, changing quickly. It rushed into the bathroom, brushing it's teeth quickly then rushing out the bathroom and out of his apartment after putting a pair of shoes on.
Gotta get to my job at...
(This is where the next person takes control of Alex. You decide it's job, how it get's there, and whatever else you feel like. Alex's story is now in your hands!)