Jammeez Posted April 20, 2004 Report Share Posted April 20, 2004 I've been biding my time, waiting for the wild hare to appear and say "here I am! Write me!" Well, it finally happened. I was minding my own business, playing a rousing round of Werewolf in the Conservatory, a game with which I have filled much of my time for the past year on another forum. It appears the game is fomenting to a conclusion, one for which I am not unprepared, but which I could wish was going in a slightly different direction. But, what the hell? I was writing a final piece - a speech for my character to use in a dramatic exit - and begging our dear moderator, Vahktang for sufferance to work it into his big finale', when all of a sudden I realized the wild hare was screaming in my ear. Now, I'm not sure if you appreciate the kind of effect this particular sound can have on the psyche. But, if you've ever heard the like, you have probably had sweating of the palms, fluttering of the stomach, and itching of the brain until such time as you surrendered to the muse and followed the promptings of your heart. And so, here I am, waiting in this office, with my manuscript on my knees and my toes tapping out my nervousness... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jammeez Posted April 20, 2004 Author Report Share Posted April 20, 2004 (edited) The manuscript: The Theme: 1950s Sci-Fi horror, ala Plan Ten from Outer Space, the Blob, Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. The Setting: a remote nuclear test site and laboratory complex in the desert. We are trapped here by storms of acid rain, and our radio communications are out. The Scene: I am surrounded by the remnants of the cast, which has been decimated bit by bit through murder and suspicion. Two of us were body-snatched by aliens who then began a rampage of death. The group has been trying to determine who are the imposters. (One was found early on.) We join this program, already in progress, with a paraphrased quote from the newly revealed Seer, Greggor Kinjiru, a freelance astronomer, played by our friend MeThinksYouFoolish. He apparently has finally viewed everyone here: "YOU!!" he yells, "...Be gone you villanous spawn...You have extinguished enough life and light. You speak of the dead as if they were your friends and not your prey, but you know nothing of what it is to be human...You have deceived us for a time but you were doomed to fail..." "I know nothing of humanity? I am doomed? No, my little man. It is you pitiful embryonic creatures who have failed to learn from the mistakes of your forebears. And, now you are playing with forces of which you have no understanding, no respect! You have doomed the human race to the finality of oblivion. Billions of years from now, some new and unimaginable race will dig up the impressions of your bones in living rock and wonder what could have destroyed a people with such promise. They will imagine natural catastrophes and the wrath of the earth and sky. But my people will watch and remember. You consider me a predator. But the truth is, I am a fever, burning the sickness from the body of humanity. I am a surgeon, removing a gangrenous leg. I am a forest fire, a raging inferno, scouring the landscape of overgrowth and infestation, making the way clear for new seedlings whose future is still bright and undefined. I and my companion have fallen short of our mission, but others will come to complete what we have begun. And if you have failed to pay close heed to the warnings around you, there will be no humanity left to know." ~Finis~ Edited April 21, 2004 by Jammeez Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jammeez Posted April 21, 2004 Author Report Share Posted April 21, 2004 BTW, the game is over, as expected, and damned if Tangy didn't go and write me up a hero's death. What a sweetie! It had nothing of the hellfire-and-brimstone feel of my death speech. I was a kinder, gentler alien... Thanks, Jamz Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted April 21, 2004 Report Share Posted April 21, 2004 Tanny enters the Recruiter's office in a run, happy to have found out that Jamz is finally applying. *hugs* Happy to see you here, Jamz I liked your alternate ending for the game, although your alien does seem terrible It would fit well in the setting, but of course everybody would have to stay dead... hehe... But let me make you company here, and maybe we can share good RP ideas? She sits besides Jamz, chatting about writing and RPing, enjoying the company of a terrific roleplayer while Wyvern is busy somewhere else. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gnarlitch Posted April 21, 2004 Report Share Posted April 21, 2004 (edited) Suddenly a smelly dwarf comes stomping in the side door and then out the front door of the recruiters office. STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP (That would be the Dwarven "Stamp of Approval.") Edited April 21, 2004 by Gnarlitch Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DeanTheAdequate Posted April 21, 2004 Report Share Posted April 21, 2004 Ooooo... Feisty Sci-Fi alien... You could even kick Gort's ash... *Dean stumbles onto the bench and passes around the old flask* Nothing like a pre-emptive party... I'll jusht nip out and get the drinksh trolly... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted April 21, 2004 Report Share Posted April 21, 2004 Party? *her face lights up* Yeah, nice idea!!! *leaves and comes back soon afterwards with a big cake* Cake's here... I hope everybody likes chocolate! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Savage Dragon Posted April 21, 2004 Report Share Posted April 21, 2004 The Pen could always use a few good men... i mean women... i mean, whatever. Congrats to my arch nemisis for finally dragging her butt in here. I raise my glass to you... or at least i would, if i had one... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jammeez Posted April 22, 2004 Author Report Share Posted April 22, 2004 Somebody get 'im a glass! Oooooo, CHOCOLATE! My favorite! Where's the music? :woot: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Savage Dragon Posted April 24, 2004 Report Share Posted April 24, 2004 forget the glass, i'll just use my shoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Katzaniel Posted April 24, 2004 Report Share Posted April 24, 2004 Katzaniel looks at Foolish with his shoe to his mouth, then back down to her hand, extended in the action of handing the man a glass. Up at Foolish. Down at the glass in her hand. She shrugs and sets it aside, then uses the hand to shake Jameez's. "Good luck!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jammeez Posted April 25, 2004 Author Report Share Posted April 25, 2004 (edited) Thanks! Have some Cake! Edited April 25, 2004 by Jammeez Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyvern Posted April 30, 2004 Report Share Posted April 30, 2004 Meanwhile, on an exotic deserted island somewhere in the Bahamas, millions of miles away from the Pen... Wyvern casually strolls along the peaceful shoreline of the Isle of Cocowairdeeheck, breathing in the soothing Ocean air as several radiant rays of sunlight fall upon him and cause his crimson scales to glow in the neon purple hue of Red Light district signs. Seating himself on a rock jutting out of the sand that seems to be a safe distance from the wet tide of the Ocean rolling in, the overgrown lizard lets out a dismal hiss and proceeds to place a large bag of coconuts that he had been carrying onto the sand by his side. Glancing at the label on the sack, which reads "Almost Dragonic Brand Coocoonuts; putting the craziness back into the nut," Wyvern rolls his eyes and curses to himself while simultaneously grinning at the notion that AoA would have been proud of his endeavor. The scheme to raid the abandoned island for cheap fruit resources had seemed so perfect, and would have surely succeeded had it not been for his escort departing from the isle without him, leaving him hopelessly stranded. The pirate with a patch over the left half of his brain simply hadn't been the most reliable of allies... Wyvern's thoughts are suddenly interrupted as a large wave rolling into shore tosses a bottle carrying a message into the air, which proceeds to land directly on top of the overgrown lizards forehead and shatters into a million pieces. Clutching his scaly noggin in pain and cursing wildly at his misfortunes, the reptilian Elder spends a few moments recovering from the hit before glancing curiously at the letter that the bottle contained: ...waiting for you in the office. so come back from your latest scheme already. probably something to do with coconuts im sure. and let Jameez into da club already... Wyvern's eyes widen as he suddenly realizes that there may be applicants waiting for him at the Recruiter's Office, and lets out a huge string of curses as he begins searching the ground for twigs in the vain hopes of constructing some sort of makeshift raft to sail to the Pen. The overgrown lizard's extensive uses of profanity catch the attention of an innocent-looking cloud hovering overhead, which slowly begins approaching the area around where Wyvern searches. The skies suddenly darken and an eerie humming noise engulfs the Isle of Cocowairdeeheck as the "cloud" drops its camoflauge to reveal a flying saucer, which fires a teleportation beam down at the unsuspecting form of Wyvern and causes him to vanish just as an enormous tidal wave looms over his head and threatens to crash down upon him. The overgrown lizard rematerializes in the Recruiter's Office next to Jameez and, after a moment of intense shock and confusion, breaths a long sigh of relief and smiles towards the applicant. The lizard's relaxation is shortlived, however, as the aliens in the saucer decide to transport the tidal wave into the Recruiter's Office as well as a practical joke, thereby thoroughly soaking all of those that have gathered there and causing complete chaos... Muttering strings of curses mingled with apologies under his breath, Wyvern coughs up a few shrimp and immediately stamps Jameez's wet application "ACCEPTED." ;-) OOC: An ACCEPTED application Jameez, welcome to the Mighty Pen! My apologies for the extensive waiting period for a response, I've been very busy with numerous exams and papers in real life recently and haven't found much time to write this week. I look forward to reading more of your works, and to partipating with you in community projects. Once again, welcome! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted April 30, 2004 Report Share Posted April 30, 2004 Yay! *huge hugs* Welcome to the Pen, Jamz!!! We do hope you enjoy being here! Stops for a while to wring her hair dry, muttering against aliens and lizards in general, and against salt water in special. Then stops short and smiles innocently at Wyvern Care for a piece of cake, Wyvern? We've already started a party, but there's always room for more people Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jammeez Posted May 1, 2004 Author Report Share Posted May 1, 2004 YAY! I'm so excited! Thanks a bunch, big guy! *turns to Tanny* I think we could make salt-water taffy now. The cake is kinda soggy. *under her breath I swear I'm gonna kill those guys when I get back home. Sure they were helping me, but their help always seems to come with some sort of humiliating attachments...I hate being the baby sis... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted May 25, 2004 Report Share Posted May 25, 2004 A lone figure hops away down the hall, grinning to himself and shedding his rabbit suit. A long overdue congrats, Jam! You can soliloquize with the best of them. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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