Posts by chaseaway

I've been lurking around here for a while. Sorry if that makes me sound creepy 0-0.
Anyway, I finally decided to make an account. This took so long mostly due to me angsting over finding a username. So, um, hi.

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Imma run away now.

I don't even remember doing this.

The last thing I copied was this =

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wth is that

I know that the first few sentences are supposed to be the bit that really hooks your readers, and potential publishers. So, I had an idea. You can post the first sentence/paragraph of a section of writing, be it a chapter or an intro, and the next person to post tells you what they think of it before they post their own.

Quite simply, when you read what someone has posted, does it make you want to read more? Are you interested in finding out what happens next? Does it intrigue you, puzzle you, excite you?

I guess I'll start, anyway, even if nobody else wants to do this.

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My first memory is of waking up on a cold stone slab, astonished by my own existence.

My first memory is of waking up on a cold stone slab, astonished by my own existence.

^^^ Oh.

Bladoop.

[align=center][font=constantia]A fancy-shmancy post is under construction, but you can still apply by PMing me. :)

[size=36pt]~ PSYCHE ~[/size]

[size=11pt]“Presumably, somewhere in the universe there’s a gigantic tombstone - a grave large enough to hold billions upon billions of people, or perhaps a small planet - and that tombstone reads;

EARTH
WHO KNOWS - 2032 AD
'A KIND AND ENDLESSLY FORGIVING MOTHER'

- then accompanied by -

THE HUMAN RACE
SOMETHING BC - 2032 AD
'SOMEONE REALLY DIDN’T LIKE US. IT WAS PROBABLY US.'”

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- Imani Afolayan, ‘Mwisho wa Kila Kitu - The End of Everything’

XXX

In 2032, the world ended.

I was there. Sitting in a classroom, solving for X and etcetera, when I felt the first wave of heat from above. A boy near the window yelled: “What the hell is that?”, and a white light pulsed. Then another. Like heartbeats, two at a time. I saw the flames on the horizon. Smelled the smoke through a glass pane. The countryside burned.

If by some miracle I’d lived further from the source, I might have had the privilege of watching as the world went insane. First, the media’s simultaneous plea for, and promise of, a solution. How do we stop this? and We’re trying to stop this, but it’s not working. Acting on their advice, many people look for safety in underground shelters, while the inferno liquefies the Earth’s crust a few miles away from them.

Various governments work to calm the population, which is about as effective as a band-aid on a mortal wound. It takes a while, but eventually the satellites burn out. Deafened, blinded and silenced. Almost a tactical approach. The sky turns the colour of a blood orange, just to make sure everyone knows the horror isn’t over yet.

Finally, the last human - Imani Afolayan, now quite the celebrity - dies on a lonely island off the coast of South Africa. We ended where we began. Apparently she didn’t know what was happening until it was over, and I’m glad for her. Looking back, and frankly quite amazed I’m able to, the fear was definitely the worst part.

Here for millennia, gone in twenty-six hours. Another Afolayan quote. Summarizes humanity pretty well, that.

Now, about me remembering the apocalypse and talking about it - souls are real. Wonderful news. And apparently, the confusion of death is fairly traumatic for them; when they’re torn from their bodies, especially in such a terrible situation, they have a tendency to cling to the nearest spiritual entity. In this unique case, thousands of other souls. They seize, and bind. Links of a great chain. A few can’t hold, spinning off into empty space; we don’t remember their names, and we try not to think of them.

The rest of us form a net around the blackened planet. After a while, we are able to think, then to speak, then to build. In our collective psyche, from our scattered memories and imaginations, we build a new universe.

There are children among us - in this new world, the stars all have five points, pigs must be pink and curly-tailed, and monsters must live under beds and in closets. There are people who’ve only ever seen science-fiction versions of space, and the cosmos are bursts of colour-streaked clouds, swirling wormholes, and gorgeous, verdant planets. But no black holes. Never again. There are architects, some of them with wicked senses of humour; in one of the many enfolded versions of Paris, I believe there’s an Eiffel Tower shaped like a giant... well. You get the picture. Magic, glorious creation, and mayhem. The first perceived days are perfect.

Even I contribute, tucked away in my little celestial corner. I make a dragon, because what world is complete without dragons? Then someone suggests, in the tiniest voice: “Magic. We can make magic.” We’d worked to a template, but this changed everything. The ideas came fast and thick. This psychal environment, to use the scientific term, keeps growing and changing, and it will never stop.

Welcome to Psyche.

- application for unlife and residency below -

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To better organize the massive population of Psyche, the environment has been divided into three planes. These are:

ETHER

Essentially, the plane of imagination. There are no restrictions here. People are not only allowed but encouraged to use their shaping powers however they please, as long as they don't hurt anyone. Want to shape and eat five huge chocolate cakes? Walk around a tiger on a leash? You do that, buddy. We're proud of you.

The majority of Ether is comprised of clouds, mist and starstuff. The Architects - those responsible for constructing and maintaining Psyche - went for a distinctly Heavenly tone.

People who live in Ether are referred to as Ethereals, or occasionally, Creatives.

PYRE

For those who are sickened by the unpredictability and general soupiness of Ether, there's always Pyre. By all appearances, it is what would have remained if the humans survived the Firestorm by going underground. In contrast to Ether, it has adopted a Hellish style, and many of the residents have chosen demon-like forms.

In Pyre, all residents must abide by natural laws - however, they are allowed to shape if the results resemble magic.

UNDAM

A WIP. I will probably maybe finish this.

[align=center]Ihles

male, 14 moons, loner

”I’m not your friend.”

- History -

He was literally born in an overturned bin; it was the only shelter his mother could find when she started birthing in a downpour. Four kits in his litter, tiny and mewling, and - as far as he knows - only he survived the first night. His name was Ihles, after his vanished father.
Though he never knew much about her, Ihles’ mother knew a life could be taken from the world at any time. She trained him relentlessly as soon as he could lift his paws, and showed no apparent sympathy. Neither did she restrict him to only a warrior’s lessons. As a result of the training, Ihles is a jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none. He has limited knowledge of medicines, is a fine hunter, and a moderate fighter, though he tends to favour the sly approach due to his slightness.
When he was 6 moons old, Ihles’ mother went away and did not return. He assumed that, like his father, she had died without explanation.
When he was 8 moons old, he encountered a she-cat named Nina who looked very much like himself, of a similar age. Though she tried to befriend Ihles, he rejected her over a period of weeks. They did not meet again. Ihles has suspicions, but he doesn’t regret shunning her.
When Ihles was 11 moons old, he discovered the Abyss. Now an isolated wanderer, he went to drink in a dusty pool and found the cramped, dark space that would become his home. He roamed the empty caverns for some time.
On Devouring Day, when the chasm shifted and sealed itself close to the entrance, he was trapped in pitch-blackness underground. Ihles didn't escape from the darkness for a week, and afterwards was drastically changed. He is convinced the Abyss is alive.

- Appearance -

Possibly due to his mother’s poor health during pregnancy, Ihles is scrawny even for his age, and will always remain so. His stance is permanently wary. Despite his 'innocent' big blue eyes, Ihles has seen some things he shouldn't, and it shows in his face. In low lighting, his eyes will occasionally glow a little.

His fur is downy and swan-white with large brown patches. He is particularly proud of the arrowhead shape on his nose, which he would say is quite handsome. To that, someone who knows him well might respond: "You'd look more handsome if you smiled more often."

His way of speaking is strange and disjointed, probably from a lack of conversation with anyone other than his mother. He has a tendency to drop syllables.

- Personality -

Generally, Ihles only smiles when something has done something remarkably stupid in his vicinity. He does not laugh around or play like many apprentices, and is comfortable in his own company.

Hey. I can use spoilers too.

Starlesskit :)

Is it alright if I make a sig graphic and advertise the clan? I'll link it back here. :3

BOOM shaka laka

edit:

I mean BOOM shaka laka

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[align=center][size=20pt]THE SHADOWED ABYSS[/size]

For the sparse creatures of this land, the abyss is a wound in the earth, or the wide smile of an ever-hungry beast. Coarse fangs of rock protrude from the walls, and some say they shift in the darkness where their movements cannot be seen. Exactly how far down the teeth and shadows reach, nobody can say - even the abyssal cats have sent their kin into the depths in search of an end, but none of them returned. Life here is strange, and the feeling of eyes watching from the black fog will never leave you.

ENVIRONMENT

BELIEFS

RANKS

APPLICATIONS

HELP US OUT?

AND FINALLY, FOR NOW...

I will make a roleplay thread for the abyssals once we've reached a total of five members.

Well, yesterday. I got here yesterday, but it takes me several hours to work up the courage to post, and I had to sleep. XD

I've actually been inactive for a long time, and I think I remember there was a board or thread for advertising new clans? If someone knows if that's a thing, I would appreciate directions and/or a whack across the head.

Also, I have a link to my clan in my sig. If you like, please click-de-click. If you don't, do not. Thank you.

I have two pretty kitties and I am ready to roleplay. Ihles is in Abyss, but I have a she-cat called Nina and I'm still trying to find somewhere for her to slot in... PM or post me?

This was a quiet part of the land. Rarely did cats or even other creatures venture near the mouth of the chasm - it was too dark, the space too alive and hungry. Apart from the gently-ringing pool, it was silent.

Then a clatter of stones. The muzzle of a small white-and-brown tom peeked out of the shadows, blue eyes gleaming. He was young, not even past the age of apprenticeship, but hard-faced. With an effort, he buried his claws in the silt and dragged himself free. After moving to a dry spot in the bowl of earth, he sat, and started to lick the droplets from his paws.

I remember there being some sort of board etc. for showing off your clan, and getting more attention to it. That was the last time I was here, centuries ago. Is it still a thing? Was it a thing in the first place?

If not, does anyone know tricks to make a clan more appealing? I am very excited.

Hi!

Bookmarking this so I can whip up a charrie :)

Accepted :)