Saturday, November 30, 2013

Lizzie's Entry for November 2013

Hey guys, Lizzie and Undine here. Sorry about not writing last month, but I was... Well, I'll be honest, having your identity put back together piece by piece can get a bit trying, especially when you have to keep up with ship duties. The Admiral really made me earn those last few bits of me. But I'm all back together now, remember who I am, who you guys are and why you're important to me. Especially you, Chris. That was a nice identifier to get back...

Oh oh oh. Enough about me, though. Good news, I'm back on the surface! Turns out that the old law down here about all seas being one holds damn true. Even better, we've got ourselves a nice little navy. Seems the Admiral isn't just the commander of one ship after all. There's a whole haunted fleet out here, just waiting to be put to action should any more threats come from the oceans. Or come to them. At any rate, I've got my own little ship and am looking forward to some shore leave if anyone's got an open port and wants to spend time with a girl who hasn't had anything to fuck in months. You know who you are.

Hugs and kisses,
Lizzie

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Darrel's November 2013 Entry


(4 exp, barely on time, ect.)

 

Rick, I've been on the Moon for four months, fighting battles and such. You only just noticed it now of all times?

Either way, I hope that the Lunes spread word about my actions here. I do not think any other werewolf can top that act.

There is not much going for me right now, other than the ESA having recovered our shuttles and we're off on my way home base. We're taking a cargo ship home because of some of the equipment (and trophies) I am taking with me. Right now, we're off somewhere in the Mediterranean somewhere, not sure where.

Hang on, something's come up. Be right back…

 So. I forget sometimes that this is a letter service and not an instant messaging system, so I forget sometimes my messages do send my messages.

It turns out, my ship has been taken captive. Unfortunately, it's not pirates or something mundane like the ship's spirit refusing to cooperate. Rather, I'm dealing with something that's far larger than the boat itself… and it seems to have rather meaty tentacles. No, it's not a giant squid, as I am sure that giant squid do not have electrical attacks or spawn young from their blood... I do not think it's an Outsider, but it is certainly grotesque. I'm off of the coast of Jerusalem right now because the sea beastie is hauling the ship there.

I'll be free in just a moment.

And before I forget… Luna had told me the end was coming soon, real soon. So yes, Christian, you might well be right.

 

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Rick's entry for November 2013

(( 4 pts, barely on time, plot, subplot, mentioned whoever is still posting. ))

Hello everyone.

I will be very quick, not much time to talk. After getting Chris' later message, we decided that we had done enough training. It's time to go back home and fight. We've done all we could here. Well, almost everyone will go. Amelia will stay here, hidden at an undisclosed location and with relative close access to the nearest hospital to give birth. I wish I could be there for that day, but duty calls. What matters is that they are safe, even if I was to perish (somehow, I still don't intent to enter combat directly, but you never know, even leaving our little heaven here is a death wish). All that's left is to pack our things and leave. America, here we come!

PS: Darrel, Space? Seriously?!?

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Christian's Entry for November 2013

((Hey everybody! It’s me, as it often is! Just wanted to get a note out about December before I begin my entry. I just wanted to say that for the last entry, there will be a story rather than a post. It will be worth double the normal amount for an entry, so 8. Like before, it will be graded differently. The deadline is the 1st of the new year, so each of you will be able to have two full months to write your entry. The rules are these:
  1. At least 750 Words.
  2. Written in 3rd person, past tense.
  3. Does not contain a journal entry.
  4. Describes events that actually occurred in the month of December
A story that conforms to these rules and is posted by the first of January will be worth 8 exp. Late posts will be worth 6, and be made any time before the conclusion to the rp actually happens. Those who complete the story on time also receive bonus points equal to 3/4ths of the points they have missed over the course of the whole RP as bonus points. This means that yes, writing two pages on MS word will get you close to the exp count of the other players for the final sessions. This is intended to bring balance to the game for those that have slacked off.

Oh, and the final confrontation will take place in Jerusalem, so if you can find your own reasons to be there by the end of your story that would be great.

Please take the time to write a story. It will bring an awesome end to a really cool RP. IT’s the home stretch, don’t give up yet!))

Not much time. Little to say. Things are doing really good here in Jefferson City, which happens to be where I am. Yeah, not all that big a place. Little corner of Missouri, not much going on. But it’s /my/ little corner of Missouri, where Outsiders trod not, neither do they torment. The spell that I worked to protect the city is holding, though it has become very different to keep maintained.

The problem is attacks from the inside. There is an insidious cult gaining membership here in town, which seems to be relying on the fear of the ever-encroaching outsiders to manipulate the weakest and the impoverished to join. As of yet, I have been unable to locate where the cult meets, though each time they let an outsider loose in the city my spell grows weaker, and I have to expend great energy to restore it to normal. I have managed to learn very little about the cult, except that judging by the disappearances there have been in the city, it only recruits young women about 16-30. Plenty of those recruits show up dead in the river a few days later, and the general mood of the city has suffered tremendously as a result.

Can any of you sense what I sense? Something is coming. The end, I think. Of all this. We’re out of time. The Old ones are back. I hear disturbing rumors that Cuthulu has returned to life. The stars have come right again, and he brings others with him. If this is true, he has yet to reach the world at large, and must travel one city at a time. Several large cities on the west coast have gone dark. We get on reply over radio anymore, and no more convoys. I worry about what may have happened. I can fight outsiders. But not the Great Old Ones. I don’t know that any of us can.

-Christian


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Darrel's October 2013 Entry

My space suit failed last week when the oxygen recyclers and pressure suit systems got struck by lightning( or maybe was it plasma?) fired by… one of those freaks. And before you ask, I did die… for a few minutes. I got better. Yes, divine intervention happened. And yes, it was Luna. My suit did not survive the encounter, but thankfully, I no longer need it… Again, likely Luna's doing.

Yes, I am talking about walking around on Luna's physical surface without protection or aid on my part. My body still thinks I am breathing and yet I neither inhale nor exhale air here anymore. I can speak in the vacuum and my words are heard without air to carry it. I can stand in the dark side of the moon and not feel a slightest bit cold. And I am not the only one... Pretty much every werewolf at this point on the moon's surface is now walking on it buck naked. I thought being a werewolf was weird. I thought being a werewolf on the moon is weird. Needless to say, this is pretty much normal for me at this point. Yes Christian, werewolves on the moon is pretty silly. Werewolves on the moon howling without space suits is just plain ridiculous. But when your enemies are the freaking forces of madness and insanity, might as well try and challenge it with your own deluded and insane plans. If the end comes for us, we must simply laugh at it.

If it's anything, I did kinda chew out Mother Luna the day before it happened by stating that her lack of involvement only made things worse by starting a Cold War that never ended. I think she took those words to heart. Or maybe it was the offerings. I don't think anyone saw the altar we built using that destroyed rocket or the ritual we performed… but I think those that paid attention to the little Civil War did notice it. I just don't know if they care about it or not. The ESA and NASA have permission now to build a Lunar city if they build enough shrines on Earth, though I don't think that helps us win the war with the Outsiders.

Oh and we just kicked off the lizards off the moon. Unfortunately they escaped, but well, our business here is relatively concluded. We'll be back in time for a little Trick or Treating on Earth.

Ricky, let us hope that there is a future for your child to be in. Children at least deserve that. Whatever the means, we must ensure that there is a world for her. Even if it means being a little crazy.

(4 points)

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Rick's Entry for October 2013

(( 4 points. On time, subplot, plot, others. Awesome soup. ))

Hello every not-people,

Last month has been a rather good one... kind of. Maybe I should have listened to you guys' advices... but nope, so I've learned through experience. We had quite...  a few... problem cases, so to say. People who weren't quite made for being ferals and have caused some harm around them. We were forced to let them go, somewhere where they won't hurt anyone. Or hurt less people, in any case. I've tightened the selection process to limit the incidence of such things in the future. I've got things under control, really!

I can't say the same about some of you guys. Lizzie, specifically. You died in the place where people die? That's like, exploding twice! I didn't think it was possible. Ok, you probably don't know who I am. I'm your boyfriend, yup! Ok, not really, but I used to be! But then we both became monster weirdos and things got a little messy. Good times. I've heard you're got an eye on Chris these days. Or used to. You better remember and get together with him, otherwise you will ruin my shipping list! I mean... you didn't see that. I don't have no silly shipping list.

Get better. Yeah. Oh, and hi Undine!

Oooook, other people, looks like you did more 'normal' things. Fighting lizards, making spells, saving the world, the regular, ya know? Chris, if you're getting closer to the answer, that means we're close to putting all of this behind us, right? I've got some video games I want to play and can't really do that while monitoring a large group of ferals. I wonder if being a feral makes me better or worse at them. I feel like I tested that before, but I can't remember... it's been almost two years now, feels like an entire lifetime... or two.

In a slightly less important news, but on a more personal note, Amelia is 7 months pregnant now, and she can't really do as much around here as before.So, I've been planning to step down from combat operation and day-to-day training starting this month and focus on spending time with her, unless absolutely I'm absolutely needed in a non-administrative role. The decision comes at a time where all of our current operations have stabilized and much of everything is basically just training, growing as a group and waiting for a call for action. I've chosen a few trusted ferals to act as commanders in my steed for when combat is needed.

PS: To be honest, I'm much better at planning and thinking than fighting anyway. And I'm totally not a coward!

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Christian's Entry for October 2013

I have it. A spell. It might not be much, but it's something. Too tired to write long, but I want to write.

All Hallows Eve is a very important day for the creatures of earth, the ones that aren't human. Very difficult here leading up to it. More and more Ousiders. People have started turning a blind eye. Monster, don't look at it. Just keep going. They kill the ones who notice them. Well not in my town!

Rare, true. But when they come, they come with so much power there's little we could do. Until now. Hallows Eve, lots of death here. Lots of monsters. There was nothing for it but to try. Thought I might die fighting. So many. Then I did it. The Master's magic, and mine. Together, it made a spell. A rote; the first I've ever invented. It's a grounding rod of sorts. Strengthens the fabric of local reality, and thus banishes anything from outside. At least... I think it does. Not sure how well it would work against the really big, god-like ones. Probably not at all. But their foot-soldiers just got much easier.

Only downside is the energy cost. It's /technically/ beyond the perview of the Master level, and as such requires unique quintesense each time, much rarer than manna. But it also can apply on a much wider scale. My city doesn't have anymore outsiders. None. It's amazing how much nicer people are now.

Rick, I echo Darrel's words. Be careful what a change like that can do to the mind. I've been an animal several times now and each time was more difficult than the time before. Making a batch of insane ferals won't help with anything.

Darrel, I don't even know how to process what you're telling us. It's hard to imagine that you're up on the moon when I look at it. There are werewolves on the moon. That's the silliest thing that has ever happeed in the history of ever.

Finally some freakin' good news.

Lizzie! Oh thank God you're still alive! Lizzie... this is Christian! I can't tell how much you've lost, but... we were close. Best friends, even! More. Even that ghost of yours eventually accepted me... though that was probably just because I stopped being so old-fashioned. Whatever... don't die again! I'm not sure what's happened to you, but don't die again! We've talked about this before; you helped me understand. The more times you die, the more your ghost takes over. It sounds like you died again... If you die much more, she'll be able to take you whenever she wants. I don't want that, Lizzie. I don't want to lose you.

There is magic that can help. When this is all over, my Master can help you. Or even better, we can help you by helping your ghost. What you've done for so many others, you can do for her. Just don't die anymore. I don't know about any underground oceans... but I'm amazed that thing is getting a message through from the underworld as it is, so I suppose I'm in no place to judge. For all I know, it could be dilating time somehow...

Please, don't die. I don't know how I would face reality without you. I wonder if Undine remembers more of who you are than you do. She might be able to help.

-Christian