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Welcome to Bottles to the Ground; a Concert RPG!
The annual Toxic Tour...
Nothing beats the Toxic Tour. It's one of the largest tours around and it's held throughout the entire summer in the main cities around the USA. For nine years now, many have come to see a variety of their favorite rock bands on display as it travels from city to city.
But this year will be different.
Wanting to celebrate the tenth year running, the Toxic Tour will be bigger than ever. Touring more cities and inviting more bands, everyone's preparing for the largest event of the summer. With more attendees and just people in general, anyone there bound to make plenty more friends and enemies.
Most come to listen to the music,
some come to make it big themselves,
and others just enjoy the united atomosphere.
The question is...
Who are you?
August 11th, 2008 -
WARNING! The site will be changing in two days! This means ALL in the city threads will be moved into the dead board. Finish your threads and copy what you want to keep. Also! This means we're in for a new layout as we approach LAS VEGAS! Whoo!
In other news, I'm deleting my character, Lola. I'm really inactive with her and right now I think I should mainly focus on just being admin and whipping this place back into shape. Maybe she'll come back some day? Who knows.
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The School You Will Never Remember « Result #1 on Jul 12, 2009, 11:02am »
Dornberger Private School for Secondary Education is an institute near to the river, far from population, which has the reputation of being an elitist school. Only those who are reached out to are actually eligible to apply, and of those many return home unsure of why they were rejected, unaware of what had happened in the school during the admission test. Hence, it is called the school you can never remember.
Dornberger Private School for Secondary Education is actually no school. Inside the premises of the school, exists a secret training ground for future sleepers, assassins, spies, militants and what not. Led by a confederacy of several security organizations and assassin groups, inside the walls exists Special Military Arts Training Program - the desperate struggle by the 'good' underworld to train teenagers to fight off the growing unease of the future, the potential for indiscriminate war and annihilation. No one knows how they find students worthy of fulfilling the task - but you could be next.
A high school of a kind - combined with acne and prom, death and murder - you just cannot remember it all.
Thysia Realm {horse RPG} « Result #2 on Feb 5, 2009, 4:22pm »
Type of site;; Horse Fantasy;; Yes What sort;; Odd markings Creatures allowed;; Only horses Started;; 31st January Active;; Yes Admins;; Roca and Rapture Positions open;; Staff and Royal positions to come Why play here;; Because its active, new and fun. Its imaginative and the staff and members are warm and open. We would love you to come and play with us. The Bios don’t need accepting and if they are unaccepted, we will quickly notify you. Join while you can as lands are up for claim aswell as lone mares and stallions!
Our Story;;
50,000 years ago the humans roamed the earth. They drove around in cars and trucks. The pollution was stacking up. You couldn’t see the stars every night like we used to do before all that. Many used computers and killed the world single handed with the electricity. Horses were set free as many of them got free or the owners didn’t want them. Wandering the lonely path they made so many years ago, was now worn down. The humans died, but a couple still alive. They live on the streets, sometimes in buildings, but most are unstable. Stray dogs run around, so humans are frightened of the dogs attacking them. The cats wander the streets and up trees. The horses run along the planes. Attempting to find any land they can to claim. Fighting for lone mares and land is quite usual, then suddenly another blow caught the horses, a stupid human was building a timemachine, with such chemicals I cannot describe. It blew up. Changing the human and all the chemicals went into the air as a dangerous Chemical cloud. Birds dropped from the sky, they twitched on the floor. Alive, but changing. It spread around and towards the horses that fled as fast as they could and into caves or open buildings. The cloud passed, but they still fell onto the floor.
Five years later the horses felt the twinges. No-one bred but one Stallion and Mare, deeply in love bred. When the foal was born they saw the odd markings it held. Every horse came around the foal. Smiling at each other. They could breed now! Lots of foals were born in that year, the markings kept coming and the generations kept going. Lots of equines had daggers or lightning bolt or a sign somewhere on them. It showed their personality said one equine. It’s the future said one equine. It was getting harder and harder as many horses tried to figure out what the markings meant. It made lots of equines shiver with fright. Two years passed, the foals grew up and they claimed land and settled down. The grass was fairly long due to the chemical cloud. In those two years equines split from each other, going into alliances. Lights, were kind and light hearted. The Neutrals were kind and unkind. They couldn’t make up their mind and the Darks. The darks were cruel, and trechourous. They thought all these signs were showing the behaviour. So daggers meant killer. Rose meant betrayer and so fourth. Neutrals were alright as they were on both sides, but a quarrel against the Light and Darks happened about the Neutrals were on their side and that was when the Darks turned on them. The Lights turned on them. The Neutrals were stuck. Confused and angry. It was a time to never be forgotten…
Pinewood Hills Equestrian « Result #3 on Jan 30, 2009, 4:43pm »
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Sarzah Hanson, as a young girl, always wanted to ride horses. She had shelves and shelves full of books about horses, and her room was decorated with them. Occasionally she managed to get a lesson or two on a neighbor's pony, but eventually she outgrew it and the neighbor moved away. Because of this, Sarzah barely managed to ride at all. She read her books over and over, and learned as much as she could about horses. When she turned 15, her parents finally came to their senses and bought her a horse. She began taking lessons and quickly became a brilliant rider.
One day she came back from a group trail ride at the stables, and there was a new boy. He was about her age but, unlike Sarzah, the boy didn't care much about horses. Sarzah took it upon herself to teach the boy how great horses. She showed him pictures of famous horses, and took him on constant trail rides. She even taught him to muck out stalls. Slowly, the boy called Jamey learned to love horses. Soon it was time to graduate from highschool, though. Jamey didn't really know what he wanted to do in his life, and Sarzah talked him into going to an equine college with her. The pair graduated from college together, and got married at the age of 21. They had kids, and built Pinewood Hills Equestrian together. A few years after it started, they opened the place up to the public, so that others could experience what they had, too.
At Pinewood Stables, everyone has a chance to succeed. Those who take up the chance will do well, but they must be willing to do their part. Will you be a groom? Own a shop? Be a champion rider, or help abandoned or lost horse? The choice is all yours, so use it well.
Pinewood Stables is a horse-human RP game that is owned and operated by Sarzah. We are looking for active members who can post 60+ words on a regular basis.
death of me - New Twilight RPG « Result #4 on Jan 8, 2009, 6:45pm »
Forks, Washington has always been a place where things have been simple. Recently, with the influx of vampires, people have failed to notice those that have gone missing. The werewolves can't hurt the Cullen clan. They've not broken their contract, they've not hurt a soul. But it's open season on vampires. With everyone in a whirlwind of vampiric chaos and death tolls in Forks rising, the Volturi still haven't shown their faces to stop the madness.
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Following a trio in Italy, the Volturi are winded and tired. Their bodies go forever, but their minds, caused by blackness in their tracking and the inability to see the ones being tracked, are growing weary, ready to return home. That is when a sense comes. the smell of a creature closer. He's bleeding, wounded. He's what they're hunting. The fourth to the group, making it a trio that's on the loose, rather than four. His words lead them all to Forks, where the Volturi come armed, ready to kill.
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They carry no scent. They are close. Two males, a single female, each varying in size, each meek and unwilling to become part of a group. What are they? What could be dangerous enough to distract the Volturi when they were clearly challenged by such scary numbers that have climbed in Forks?
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This RPG is set during the time of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight novel. But it's in your hands now if you, the player, will simply play out her series plot or deviate from it. Only you can tell ... or can you?
A Twilight RPG Rated R (US), 18+ (UK) All Levels Welcome Brand New || Canons Needed
A Dark Legacy « Result #5 on Nov 13, 2008, 3:29pm »
PLOT #1
~ LASHER ~
Lasher is the incubus spirit that has dominated the female witches of the very incestuous Mayfair family in New Orleans. It started in Donnelaith, Scotland with Suzanne Mayfair. She was the first one to "command" the mischievous male spirit. The crafty Lasher felt that the powerful witches could bring him into flesh for good and that was the deal that he struck in return for his help with bringing them wealth and power. After Suzanne was burned at the stake for being a witch, the spirit would pass on to her daughter and so on and so forth. With each witch that allowed the spirit of Lasher to be their play thing, he was in the meantime working very hard to find the right one that could bring him forth completely. That wouldn't happen though until many years later when the most powerful witch in the family was reunited with the family that she never knew. When the mother that was made to give her up for adoption died, Lasher appeared briefly to Rowan Mayfair in California. Right then he knew that she was the powerful witch that he had worked for three centuries to produce.
PLOT #2
~ THE BODY THIEF ~
For centuries Lestat has been a courted prince in the dark universe of the living dead. But now he is alone, and everything he has come to believe in is called into question. Soon he will embark on the most dangerous enterprise he has ever undertaken ...
Lestat has been alone for many years now that the coven of old vampires has broken up. His only friend is David Talbot, a man with extreme psychic abilities who refuses Lestat's offer of the Dark Gift. Lestat is depressed about his vampiricism, and tries to kill only serial killers and other criminals. When a malicious and sly man called Raglan James tracks him down and offers him a week in a human body, Lestat is intrigued. He longs to recapture his humanity in an attempt at redemption. And despite all of his friends' warnings, he goes through with the process.
PLOT #3
~ AWAKENING ~
This is the story of Elena Gilbert, a student at an American high school in Virginia, back home from a summer in France. A stranger begins to appear to her and tries to seduce her. After Elena discovers what Stefan really is, he tells her his life story and she discovers that the stranger is Damon, his evil older brother. Stefan did not know he was also in the town, and Elena is sure Damon is responsible for the attacks.
We delve further into the theft of Elena's diary, Damon's ongoing attempts to win Elena's affections, and Stefan's struggle to survive. Stefan goes missing and Damon is the prime suspect since the two argued. Elena and her friends find him in a well nearly dead. Elena saves him by giving him some of her blood while the others are out of the room for a moment. Elena also exchanges blood with Damon, though she never willingly did, which causes serious consequences in her life. When waiting for Stefen at the boarding house, she feels as if a presence inside a storm is coming for her and frantically tries to escape by crossing the bridge over a river. The car she is in veers off the road and into the river, and as a result, she drowns. But because she took enough of the brothers' blood, she survives as a vampire.
Elena is confused at loving both brothers, and she fears she will make the same mistake as the brothers' former love, Katherine, who made both boys into vampires.
A Vampire Chronicles/Mayfair Witches/Vampire Diaries RPG Rated 18+ (UK) / R (US)
Your eyes scan the length of the ship greedily. You can’t believe that your parents have actually agreed to this! It seems almost too good to be true and you’re waiting for your parents to realize their mistake and drag you back home. You know it’s not going to happen though, because you’re sure they’re as eager to be rid of you as you are of them! The SS Liberty was the perfect opportunity to seize. Who wouldn’t want to attend school on a giant cruise ship for the entirety of high school?!
This is going to be your home for the next few years depending on how long you decide to stay or how long it takes you to graduate. We are a fully functioning school complete with a gym, pool and a cafeteria. The only difference is that we’ll be sailing around the world to beautiful and exotic locales and every so often when we decide to dock, you have permission to leave the ship and visit these places. We just ask that you don’t lean too far over the railings... We don’t want anyone falling in.
love Vs Hate;; « Result #8 on Oct 28, 2008, 9:24pm »
Life isn't a farie tale. We don't all have happy endings to our stories, and all of us are fucked up in one way, or another
Maybe you're nervous I can see that bead of sweat dancing on your cheek` `
Highschool can be a very hard place to be. We are all categorized, sometimes, we aren't placed where we want to be. Society, just puts us where it think we belong. We have our royalty, we have the middle class, and then the lower class, scum, the people no one wants to be with. But is this true? Are all of those in the lower class there by force. Are they really lower class material?
So you can see my bra, underneath my shirt` `
Some people, like Avery Blakes, have been royalty, the rich leaders of their generation, since they were in diapers. Some people, like Jordon Ford, decide to be Loners only because they prefer to work alone. Then there are people like Jazzmine Summers, who got tired of her role in Royalty, and pushed her friends away to look for something else. Others are in certain places because well, it's where they belong! Dean Matterhorn? He's just too smart to be anywhere else. And Cynthia Brookes? Well she just doesn't care. She's friends with all.
Watch the wind underneath my skirt` `
Nobody loves everybody. No matter who you are, there will always be someone who will hate you. Who will go out of their way to bring you down. You might have childhood enemies, or maybe you've only just gotten on someone's bad side.
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part` `
It all changes in high school, everything changes. You find out who you really are, and you find out who your real friends are. There's a lot going on under the radar, a lot of people are under unwanted pressure. And what I want to know is, can you handle it?
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart` `
Warrior Children « Result #9 on Oct 19, 2008, 4:43pm »
Deep in the Mojave Desert, an experiment has been conducted for years. Many have failed, some have “succeeded” and gone on to be either protectors for ambassadors or soldiers for the coming war against the world. Some experiments continue even now. Few have managed to escape, and they're in hiding, for fear of ever being found again.
Over the years, children have been kidnapped from their beds. Some were special, some were surprisingly not. They've all been under the age of eighteen and have all ended up in The School for Gifted Training, otherwise known as The Sergeant. It's a training facility to create what the military calls “Warrior Children” out of innocent bodies and minds.
My name is Heidi, and I'm one of those children. I've got the wings of a devil, you might say. My brother has angel wings. I've seen others like us too, but some are normal like you probably are.
The ones who are “gifted” have gone through terrible experiments that often go wrong. They want to find out what makes us special, and how to duplicate it so they can make the perfect soldiers. And every single one of us has gone through “training”. Learning to fight, sustaining grievous injuries from careless drill sergeants. Being forced to fight each other, in spite of the fact that some of us would rather die than follow orders to kill someone else.
And the worse part is: they torture us all, just to break us like wranglers would break a young stallion. They do it to make us fear them, to make us obey. It might have originally been so that we wouldn't break under enemy torture, but now most of them deeply enjoy the pain that we go through, enjoy the fear that goes through our eyes when they come at us with a match while we're strapped to a chair.
Please, help us, but be careful. This is the military we're talking about.
Hardly nobody ever shows up in Cross Plains. We don't get outsiders much, cept for some big city fellars bringin' those kids in to the orphanage. What, you don't know 'bout the orphanage? C'mere, sit a spell and I'll tell ya.
It used to be right out there in the middle'a town, 'fore they shut it down. Used to be all sortsa screamin' and carryin' on coming outta that place at night, and some of them kids was strange. 'Fore it got to be a big deal the place got shut down, but now they went and opened a new one, and I'll be damned if it ain't happenin' again.
Some folks say those kids got the devil in them. Some folks say the things that go on there ain't right, ain't natural. And jus' last week one of 'em turned up dead as a doornail in the schoolyard. Feels just like war's brewin' in this town, it does, with people talkin' Satan and witches and huntin'. Nothin' good'll come of it, just you wait.
Stonehearth is an original, intermediate to advanced RPG set in rural South Georgia. We have a welcoming OoC community, friendly admins, and lots of room for you to build your own plot within our own. Our innovative Chance Card system simulates real life by informing your character of events at random via PM. We'd love to have you, and if you have any questions, you can contact an administrator via MSN at jadewebmissy@hotmail.com or via AIM at MaraJade119.
Decaying London « Result #11 on Sept 29, 2008, 8:36pm »
Welcome to Decaying London
For centuries the immortal and bizarre Sapiens-based races of the world have kept hidden, yet in the heart of the London streets abnormalities are occurring. Vampires and Werewolves have been spotted, people are returning from the dead and strange soul-split beings can be seen with their animal familiars in the dead of night. Nothing is kept sacred as the internal structure of Great Brittan’s finest city crumbles, revealing the world’s most fragile and well-kept secrets. Amongst the turmoil the political system is awkwardly skewed, the economy is stretched thin, and mortal Humans realize that for centuries they have not been entirely alone.
Welcome to London. Pardon the mess; we’re trying to piece ourselves back together.
Decaying London offers:
An advanced writing community with a 300 word requirement per post. 12 wonderfully imaginative races, each unique to the site. Board-wide plots that involve every member and inspire muse and a sense of importance. Actual buildings and legislative practices from London
If I go to H E L L « Result #12 on Sept 29, 2008, 12:35am »
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It's been long since Victoria was killed, and since Renesmee was born. Jake obviously didn't leave the Cullens, and eventually Leah got sick of being a loner. Seth eventually left Sam's pack for good, and all three members of the new pack became part of the Cullen clan in a sense. Nessie's growth prevented the Cullens from staying in Forks for too long. Charlie started getting too suspicious, and honestly, the had stayed in Forks much longer than they had originally intended to.
Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two Where summer's lasted longer than Longer than we do When nothing really mattered Except for me to be with you But in time we all forgot and We all grew
Skagway, Alaska was supposed to be another fresh start.Fourteen years after the Volturri incident, and life is finally starting to seem normal for the family. The werewolf shapshifters are finally starting to get along with the vampires, and the vampires are accepting the werewolves more like family. Life seems like it couldn't get any better. There's only one problem; The Volturri are just a little bit nosy when it comes to the Cullens. And now, they want Renesmee, Edward, Alice, and Bella to become a part of them. Forever.
Your melody sounds as sweet As the first time it was sung With a little bit more character for show And by the time your father's heard Of all the wrong you've done Then I'm putting out the lantern Find your own way back home
Of course, they've refused various times, insisting that they would rather not be there. The Volturri are getting anxious and annoyed, and they've decided it's time to take action. They're ready to force the three to join, at a threatening price. When it comes down to it all, is death the price they'll have to pay so that they don't have to join the Volturri. They might just have to travel to hell and back to stop the Volturri from forcing them into the clan.
If I've forgotten how to sing Before I've sung this song I'll write it all across this wall Before my job is done And I'll even have the courtesy Of admitting I was wrong As the final words before I'm dead and gone
The Volturri have threatened to break up the family once and for all, and the Cullens are more than worried. After everything they've been through, it might just actually come back to point that was made fourteen years ago;
The Volturri will stop at nothing to keep themselves in control.
You've never been so divine In accepting your defeat And I've never been more scared to be alone If love is not enough to put my enemies to sleep Then I'm putting out the lantern Find your own way back home
What If... Arcadiea (A Mistic RPG) « Result #13 on Sept 17, 2008, 6:50pm »
What if there was another planet far away? That had something so interesting that you would give anything to go to? What if there were dragons, vampires, werewolves, and elves? Walking around the place that you called home, just within reach?
What if it was real?
What if it were somewhere you could actually go to? What if its world was in turmoil? Races hating other races. What if there's a war going on?
What if you enter the world of Arcadeia? Anything can happen.
Warrior Children « Result #14 on Sept 13, 2008, 9:12pm »
Deep in the Mojave Desert, an experiment has been conducted for years. Many have failed, some have “succeeded” and gone on to be either protectors for ambassadors or soldiers for the coming war against the world. Some experiments continue even now. Few have managed to escape, and they're in hiding, for fear of ever being found again.
Over the years, children have been kidnapped from their beds. Some were special, some were surprisingly not. They've all been under the age of eighteen and have all ended up in The School for Gifted Training, otherwise known as The Sergeant. It's a training facility to create what the military calls “Warrior Children” out of innocent bodies and minds.
My name is Heidi, and I'm one of those children. I've got the wings of a devil, you might say. My brother has angel wings. I've seen others like us too, but some are normal like you probably are.
The ones who are “gifted” have gone through terrible experiments that often go wrong. They want to find out what makes us special, and how to duplicate it so they can make the perfect soldiers. And every single one of us has gone through “training”. Learning to fight, sustaining grievous injuries from careless drill sergeants. Being forced to fight each other, in spite of the fact that some of us would rather die than follow orders to kill someone else.
And the worse part is: they torture us all, just to break us like wranglers would break a young stallion. They do it to make us fear them, to make us obey. It might have originally been so that we wouldn't break under enemy torture, but now most of them deeply enjoy the pain that we go through, enjoy the fear that goes through our eyes when they come at us with a match while we're strapped to a chair.
Please, help us, but be careful. This is the military we're talking about.
Syndicated Intelligence Network (S.I.N.) « Result #15 on Sept 11, 2008, 4:21pm »
It is the year 2046, and the world is much the same as it is now. Politics are screwed up, new epidemics are popping up a mile a minute, and people are becoming more and more dependant on technology. Just like people would have predicted, yes?
But one thing that people would never have guessed would be the dramatic reduction in high-level crime. Suddenly, nobody was trying to hack the pentagon; no whack jobs trying to assassinate high-level people for the hell of it. No wars have begun in five years.
Is this because of some dramatic increase of the competence of law enforcement? Don’t make us laugh. Is it because of some sort of Death Note-esque “Kira” making criminals fear for their lives? Of course not; that would be absurd. Are the leaders of countries just going to settle their disputes peacefully from now on, and the idea has caught on? Yes and no, but that is only part of the answer. The real answer is much simpler: somebody has a monopoly on the high-level crime market.
Enter the Syndicated Intelligence Network, an alliance of elite criminals across the globe. Its existence is kept hidden from the public because governments don’t want their citizens to know just how powerful it is. It has enough power to effectively smother all of the world powers; and the world leaders know it. But they can never be sure of who is a member and who is not, and the world’s politics have shifted to trying to catch the leaders of the movement. Several governments have collectively founded an organization called "V.I.R.T.U.E." whose sole purpose is tracking down S.I.N.
Initially, they took little notice of the demands of the organization; thinking that they were merely bluffing when they said that they had plans to take over the world, and were already far enough along to manage it. Until their own security held them at gunpoint, forcing them to agree to their demands, that is.
Now, they find themselves catering to the whims of the seven leaders, who they only know by codename and area of affiliation. Gluttony, handling North American affairs. Lust in South America. Avarice in Europe. Wrath in Africa. Envy in Asia. Sloth in Australia. And Pride, the leader of them all…
But who are these deadly seven, and why do they strive for control? Is it for the power, or the money?
Or maybe, because they were a bunch of genius sorority girls with too much time on their hands, and what started out as a prank spiraled out of control…
These seven sorority girls are trying to balance classes, homework, their love lives, and world domination. If you choose to live the college life, you will interact with them as the genius prodigies the school has them pegged as.
On the world domination end, you will have to choose a side. If you choose to be a S.I.N. agent, you will spend your time doing missions across the globe. If you choose to work for a government or V.I.R.T.U.E., you will also be doing some globetrotting: just trying to catch S.I.N. agents, and find out who and where the elusive leaders are.
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