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,

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.