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Post by MaDIcHiG0 on Mar 4, 2005 9:29:49 GMT -5
Oh sorry but what is RP?
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Post by Angie on Mar 4, 2005 9:38:57 GMT -5
RPG = Role-Playing Game RP = Role-Play
You will play as a character, for example, a character from Conan. Let's say Ran. Then you'll play as her while making a story with other characters. When you write out your part of the story, you will only write about Ran's action and thoughts and that's it. It's basically that way, like writing a story. See the threads in my board for examples ^^;;
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Post by MaDIcHiG0 on Mar 4, 2005 9:46:54 GMT -5
Oh I see..;D I'm going back to your site right away and i'll make a character for myself.. thank u to tell me
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Post by Angie on Mar 4, 2005 21:51:34 GMT -5
No problem! Hope you'll have fun there! ^^
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Post by honeysweet on May 31, 2005 12:01:59 GMT -5
i have a suggestion to make, in this writing class, why don't someone post a story and let the 'tchers' say what's there to improve and what's good about it, that will certainly help to a certain extent...^^;
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Post by Angie on May 31, 2005 18:47:58 GMT -5
I LOVE THAT IDEA!!! THANK YOU, HANNAH-CHAN! *huggles* So people can do that from now on then! Doesn't matter what story, just post it!
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Post by honeysweet on Jun 2, 2005 12:16:01 GMT -5
i suppose i could start by posting a story i wrote last year...
A Miracle
Evelyn was getting her children to help her clean Grandmothers attic which was full of cobwebs and spiders. Grandmother was sitting on her rocking chair- rocking and rocking. Then as one of the children, Kim, tripped over a trunk, an old book covered in a thick layer of dust tumbled out and landed heavily on the floor.
Pictures and letters very old with age fell out from the book during the tumbling. In the black and white pictures, there was a very handsome young man who was wearing a smart uniform which was full of badges.
"Who's that?" seven year-old Geraldine asked curiously with her big eyes staring at her mother, Evelyn and her fingers pointing to the young man in the photograph.
Evelyn looked to her aged mother contently rocking her chair who started to speak in a very low tone with much suspense.
"Oh that! That is your Grandfather; he was a brave man who fought for our country during World War Two. What a perilous time it was, food was very scarce, diseases were aplenty and people were dropping like flies," answered Grandmother enthusiastically.
"What did Grandfather do? How young was he?" interrupted the children with their eyes staring inquisitively in Grandmother's eyes.
"I'm just getting to that, dears. Now as I was saying, it was a very horrible time, every few minutes a bomb would blast away one of the houses. He was a young man of eighteen. Subsequently, your grandfather was called away to serve in the army, we had just been married for about a month. I was very sad and worried for his safety but I knew he had to do his duty to his country. He left that very night." Grandmother continued, answering the little ones' questions.
Just then Grandfather came up.
"Did you really fight during World War Two, Grandfather?" Then Grandfather caught sight of his trunk which had been moved.
"I see you little ones have found my trunk," which was answered immediately with the nodding of heads, "Well then let me tell you what happeneD...It was in the trenches where I had my first fight. There was shooting everywhere. My comrades were falling backwards on their backs, just like that...," There was silence, Grandfather was thinking of those comrades who had given their lives for their country.
Then with new confidence he continued in a quavering voice, "I lost my one and only brother who I had always been picked on by. Before he passed away, he smiled at me and forgave me for all the times we had bickered with that he left," Grandfather broke down with his eyes misted, "Just a few days before we had been arguing over a small matter and with just one shot he was gone." At this point everyone was silenced by these words.
Slowly recovering, Grandfather continued, "Anyway I was later trained to spy after proving myself at another battle where even more comrades were lost. I parachuted into the country where I was suppose to spy on and took a job as a waiter in a classy restaurant; there I could observe many people. They even served cat stew, things were really desperate then. Now see how lucky you are, we had to eat whatever we could find. I had even served grass once to a patron and he ate it with relish. I was horrified, then I realised that things were going from bad to worse.
One night, as I was at a meeting with the other spies, the room suddenly blacked out, shooting was heard all over the place. Cries of help were heard only to be silenced by more shooting. I was shot in the leg, I passed out. A few hours I awoke only to silence and found I was one of the only two, who survived the massacre, we could not go out by the front or we would have been killed. Suddenly something caused me to open a trapdoor beneath me. In this way, we escaped unseen by anyone even though a light was shone on us. How we got away that very night, I'll never know," with that Grandfather ended his tale.
sorry if you don't find it very interesting or what so ever, but it was sent to a competition and i got a certificate ;D...but then again, everyone who sent in something received something... anyway want to get some comments on this, because all the teacher said was, it was selected for the competition, please pass her a soft copy...want comments to improve, having 'O' levels next year and must know where to improve right?
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Post by honeysweet on Jun 2, 2005 12:17:09 GMT -5
PS: The names i used are my friends' names so....heehee...kyubinaruto's name was used in this and she wanted to kill me...dunno why...
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Post by dwilivia on Aug 22, 2005 6:10:37 GMT -5
eh hannah... that story looks familiar... hm. ^.^
and why am i seven? ONLY seven? well, seven is a nice number... *big grin*
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Post by dwilivia on Aug 22, 2005 6:14:20 GMT -5
oh yes, i shall post a story as well since i am quite an excellent writer, no? ^.^
just kidding. i just like to write a lot.
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Post by Angie on Aug 22, 2005 7:03:19 GMT -5
Ne...sorry for not coming around It seems that I've forgotten about this thread. *hits self* Anyways, I got caught up in my own writing ever since I got accepted into Writer's Bureau. Other than the odd symbols I'm seeing, the story's not bad, Honeysweet-chan ^_^ I just thought they're some odd parts, like Grandfather's first quote. It might be mistaken for someone else's if not mentioned who said it (I almost did). The quote after the paragraph where Grandfather comes up the stairs is also awkward as there's no expression in it, and for the fact that it jumped straight to "Then Grandfather saw...". There might be more, but I don't have time to comment on everything now. ^^;;
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Post by honeysweet on Aug 22, 2005 8:13:47 GMT -5
um.. ok then... will go and edit those weird symbols... ^_^; but it's common for the quotes to be like that... at least for those books i have read and that i think so too... heehee... ^_^;; anyway writing like that somehow makes you want to go on reading right? ^_^;; ok, maybe i'm just being a bit defensive, but i don't really see how that's wrong... dwilivia: muahahahaha! hurry post yours too...
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Post by Angie on Aug 22, 2005 8:58:00 GMT -5
Understood. =) Everyone has their own style, of course. Which reminds me of Chuck Palahniuk (thriller writer), his style is just so...complicating.
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Post by Shiho on Aug 26, 2005 6:28:02 GMT -5
Angie, you and Honeymoon ROCK in writing
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Post by wuren on Aug 28, 2005 8:46:55 GMT -5
I think I will like it^^ but....****
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