Five years ago, Halley's Comet broke away from the Kuiper Belt, heading for Planet Earth.

NASA, along with other Astrology Corps., wrote it off as a minor impact.

Instead, in those five years since impact, The entire world has been facing Calamity. Volcanos Erupt more frequently, There are several 9.0 and stronger Earthquakes everyday, and there are Constant, Violent Thunderstorms.

This is where you come in, You flee to the North Pole, after hearing the Poles are the safest Places.

Ironically enough, The North Pole is where Halley's Comet landed. Rumor has it, if you touch it, good things happen. In other words, your 1st post would have your character touch Halley's Comet, then you get a Unique Skill that I'd suggest a power that fits your character's personality, to shelter those powerless against the storms...


^Skeleton^

UserName:
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JerryEDIT: Okay, now it's clearer. Approved.

Here, I will attempt to write songs, poems, and various, small.. Blurb... things.. >.<



One night, I had trouble getting to sleep, all because of a vision that scared me to no end. As I tossed and turned, the visions became nightmares, as Sound, Color, and Detail,-the horrifyingly crisp detail- became utterly real.

The vision that I had been unfortunate enough to fill my thoughts with, a blond girl, roughly 15, getting brutally assaulted, beaten, and possibly murdered. The vision, though knew not who it was, became terrifying, once the sound of a Blood-curdling, piercing scream added to the horror I witnessed.

As I drifted painfully into my encumbered slumber, I saw a new vision, no... the same, only this time, I was the attacker. No longer did I feel human, instead, more like a beast, running on instinct. Right now, the stagnant scent of blood flowed into my mind, and not a single drop lingered, instead, I saw naught.
Nothing but a dead girl, blood splattered acrost the walls, and my hands,- if you could even call them that- soaked in her blood.
I woke up crying, in remorse of what I had done. Whether in dream or reality, in mind or body..

To think that I would ever do such an evil deed, to anyone, let alone a girl, and one so young.

It mattered not whether I did or did not kill her, if in my dreams, this event had occoured, then I may as well have done so.

I looked down at my hands, and they were still red, and smelt of human blood, and I thought, "Was that reality, or am I still asleep? Is it, or is it not, that I still live with such guilt, for something that I never did?"

The blood is always there, and the beastiality that stays with it.

Yes, a Disney game. A very awesome one at that.

Now, I don't have a capture card, so Youtube is not an option.

Instead, I will update on progress here. If you don't want Spoilers, do not view this thread.

~Basic Plot~
Our hero, Mickey, stumbles through his mirror to find an old Sorcerer, wielding a small, magic Brush. He spends his days painting a Disneyland-esque model called Wasteland. As he leaves, Mickey stumbles around with the Paintbrush, and spills Thinner onto the model. A large, shadowy Demon-type...thing Grasps him, and drags him into Wasteland, the land of lost cartoon Characters.


This game has some very dark elements, and it relies heavily on the Kharma System.

So, It may seem odd, but I am shooting for a 100% Heartless Run (Bad ending)

I've heard enough, I understand how you guy get irritated by him.

There are people that like him besides me.

I heard that he threatened spam, and ignored warnings.

Have you ever been scared before?

Don't you think he deserves another chance?

A lot of you guys Pissed HIM of so bad, he may not come back.

Do you feel better now?
You involved were bigger trolls and jerks than he ever was.

Revenge is terrible, it only causes more pain.

and I beg of all of you, to let him come back, because He is not a Taze, He is not a Carbon.

He, no doubt, felt scared, and broke down.
I had the same problem, and I know what its like.

BRING POKE BACK!!!!!!!!

It seems now like Angel (ChibiVampire), may never return. T^T

BUT.... Even though it is hard, I must let go. Yes, It hurts so deeply, that not even I myself can grasp it.

Even still, I am going to start Role Playing again.
While it may not seem important to new RPers like Wailord, Rex, and others, I became a Moderator for a reason.

This board is my home. I lived my life here, because I grew to love it, and the presence of Angel helped me fall in love with RPs.

Regulars like Chaos (Dark_SouL), Jerry, and I knew this story.

Point is, Im finally back. Truly 110% back.

Happy RPing, and looking forward to it.

Dragon Types
Bug Types
Rock Types
Pokegear
Certain Items...

I just didn't use them, and now I see them as an annoyance....

I know, this is an "old" game.

but.. I'm Starting a new game, so I can make a PU Interactive Lets Play, of SS.

It won't be for a while, but soon I'll post my Friend Code, and you guys can do NFC stuff with me.

Without any more babbling:

Name: Leo_Ketz
Theme: Touhou/Eeveelutions

Ok.
This will be the first story I've written in a while.

-FAQ-
Q: What did you consider your best series?
A: Shards. While it missed things that I could have done to make it work better, the truth is, it was my first, and I liked it.

Q: What about the series you didn't finish?
A: I know, I know.... Look, The first parts of those didn't get good reviews... but YES, I will finish them later on, I would like to see how this goes.

Q: What POV is this?
A: It varies, you'll just have to read on.
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A Stranger's Grace, Part I
~~~~Impact~~~~


Things were getting far too chaotic at my house. The perfect storm of hardships was inevitable. Money was tight, our father had passed away, and to end it, we got repossessed. We were lucky we got to keep our house. It was driving me nearly to the point of insanity. I knew I had to do something, otherwise, I might just end up hurting my kin. So I took the old Cadillac. It was old to the point where it didn't come with seatbelts, so we had to make due. The seatbelts we installed were just thick fabric strips. We did not really have anyplace to get seatbelts installed where we lived. That's why we had to fashion our own. Now you're probably thinking, "Why did he take the old car?" I didn't want to take the good car, and leave them with this one. That would have been cruel and selfish.
Well... that, and it was the only car I had keys to.
So, I was on my way, hoping a late night drive through our county would calm me down. As I went on, the thought of home never left my mind, and thus, tensed me further. It was at the point where the Sandman struck, and the exhaustion, insecurity, and anxiety proved to be a horrific mix. I was drifting into the wrong lane, and by the time I realized it, it was far too late. A car came, and while it wasn't a full head-on crash, it wasn't pretty either. Our cars hit in such a way, that my car made a perfect ninety-degree turn, at the cost of blocking both lanes. Sadly, that wasn't all. Another car came, and crushed the side of my Cadillac. My seatbelt snapped, and I was shot through the windshield. I flew past the guardrail, hit the ground, then blacked out. I still- while out cold- felt as though I were still moving.