In-game username: S_swimmer
Age: 13
Have you held any staff positions in the past?: I have been Admin on about 4 servers. 1 of which I was Co-Owner, and 1 of which I still currently hold as Admin (and, if this makes a difference, people on those servers always told me I was their favorite staff member). :D
Have you been involved in any role-plays in the past?: I don't exactly roleplay in video games but I am praised by some as a skilled creative writer and a tiny bit of a prodigy since I was about 8 or so. If you want an example, go to the Legend Of The Dark Hunter thread on AoD forums.
Do you accept that as a storyteller you may potentially be asked to not join any groups in solitude?: Absolutely.
Are you proficient with any of the following?
Block Logging Plugins (Prism, Hawkeye, etc.): I have experience with CoreProtect.
Basic worldedit use: Yes.
Please submit below this the following:
The diary entry of a made up solitude character (a single days entry
A story (that can be narrated in third or first person) of any made-up or real incident in solitude, this story must be told from the perspective of at least two different characters.
Age: 13
Have you held any staff positions in the past?: I have been Admin on about 4 servers. 1 of which I was Co-Owner, and 1 of which I still currently hold as Admin (and, if this makes a difference, people on those servers always told me I was their favorite staff member). :D
Have you been involved in any role-plays in the past?: I don't exactly roleplay in video games but I am praised by some as a skilled creative writer and a tiny bit of a prodigy since I was about 8 or so. If you want an example, go to the Legend Of The Dark Hunter thread on AoD forums.
Do you accept that as a storyteller you may potentially be asked to not join any groups in solitude?: Absolutely.
Are you proficient with any of the following?
Block Logging Plugins (Prism, Hawkeye, etc.): I have experience with CoreProtect.
Basic worldedit use: Yes.
Please submit below this the following:
The diary entry of a made up solitude character (a single days entry
A story (that can be narrated in third or first person) of any made-up or real incident in solitude, this story must be told from the perspective of at least two different characters.
Day 1
Well, I suppose you were right, Cassandra. I should have fled this place with you before they separated us. I just didn't know... I just didn't believe that they were really coming. And now I am stuck here in this... this wasteland. But the 1 thing that makes it unbearable is being here without you. I've started writing in this journal. You probably think it is stupid, but I just hope that one day, somebody could pick this up and remember us. Remember what humanity was.
I suppose it's time to address the survivor now. i don't know what this world will be like by the time you are reading this, but I only hope that it is a happier place than what it is now. I am Justin. When they came, I was with my love, Cassandra. I don't exactly know what they came for, but whatever the cause was, they seemed to need me. That was when I got taken away. Even though it was only a couple days ago, I can only remember hints of it. Cassandra's face, the hands pulling me into the ship, the explosions I saw when I looked out of the plane window. The heat that hit my face when they came.
Since then, I was taken into some sort of lab. They performed... tests on me. Horrible tests, like I was some sort of lab rat. I remember pain, and nausea, and tubes. I remember an experiment that went wrong, making my skin bubble. They stopped the effects and proceeded with more tests. They injected things into me that gave me different qualities. I was stronger, had more agility. I could run faster, lift more, jump higher, and do many things. But I didn't feel like myself anymore.
I had one more memory that day. During one of the druggings, I saw the hazy outline of a man walk into the room and talk to a doctor. They were talking about a civilization called Blue, and how they rose up and tore through the bombed area like savages, killing everybody they met. That's all I could hear before the drugs kicked in and I slipped out of consciousness.
Now for today. Today, I woke up to the sound of the plane crashing. A doctor was shaking me awake, telling me to run. He gave me this journal and told me that if I ever find his daughter, I must keep her safe. He said she had a very important role in my future. But before he could tell me what she looked like, a crazy man burst into the room and slit his throat. He tried to go for me next, and lunged for me. But then, everything went in slow motion. I managed to grab his sword from his hands, and stab him. That was my first murder, and the last time I will talk about it. I still get shivers when I imagine his face.
After that, I managed to run from the plane. I looked back only once, and I saw people... crawling over the crashed plane. Like ants looking for food. I ran as far as my legs would take me. Then, I picked up a pencil and here I am writing. It's nighttime now. I've never felt so alone. This isn't average abandonment. The nothingness envelopes me; whispers in my ear to just end this nightmare. But I won't. I need to find what is happening, and above all, I need to find Cassandra. I know she is still alive. I can just feel it.
I guess it's time for me to sign off. I doubt things will change here. I just don't really think it is possible for things to be completely normal again. It's a brutal world out there. There are only a few people with humanity still left in them. I hope one of those people is you, reader. As for me, it's time to set up camp. Goodbye.
Well, I suppose you were right, Cassandra. I should have fled this place with you before they separated us. I just didn't know... I just didn't believe that they were really coming. And now I am stuck here in this... this wasteland. But the 1 thing that makes it unbearable is being here without you. I've started writing in this journal. You probably think it is stupid, but I just hope that one day, somebody could pick this up and remember us. Remember what humanity was.
I suppose it's time to address the survivor now. i don't know what this world will be like by the time you are reading this, but I only hope that it is a happier place than what it is now. I am Justin. When they came, I was with my love, Cassandra. I don't exactly know what they came for, but whatever the cause was, they seemed to need me. That was when I got taken away. Even though it was only a couple days ago, I can only remember hints of it. Cassandra's face, the hands pulling me into the ship, the explosions I saw when I looked out of the plane window. The heat that hit my face when they came.
Since then, I was taken into some sort of lab. They performed... tests on me. Horrible tests, like I was some sort of lab rat. I remember pain, and nausea, and tubes. I remember an experiment that went wrong, making my skin bubble. They stopped the effects and proceeded with more tests. They injected things into me that gave me different qualities. I was stronger, had more agility. I could run faster, lift more, jump higher, and do many things. But I didn't feel like myself anymore.
I had one more memory that day. During one of the druggings, I saw the hazy outline of a man walk into the room and talk to a doctor. They were talking about a civilization called Blue, and how they rose up and tore through the bombed area like savages, killing everybody they met. That's all I could hear before the drugs kicked in and I slipped out of consciousness.
Now for today. Today, I woke up to the sound of the plane crashing. A doctor was shaking me awake, telling me to run. He gave me this journal and told me that if I ever find his daughter, I must keep her safe. He said she had a very important role in my future. But before he could tell me what she looked like, a crazy man burst into the room and slit his throat. He tried to go for me next, and lunged for me. But then, everything went in slow motion. I managed to grab his sword from his hands, and stab him. That was my first murder, and the last time I will talk about it. I still get shivers when I imagine his face.
After that, I managed to run from the plane. I looked back only once, and I saw people... crawling over the crashed plane. Like ants looking for food. I ran as far as my legs would take me. Then, I picked up a pencil and here I am writing. It's nighttime now. I've never felt so alone. This isn't average abandonment. The nothingness envelopes me; whispers in my ear to just end this nightmare. But I won't. I need to find what is happening, and above all, I need to find Cassandra. I know she is still alive. I can just feel it.
I guess it's time for me to sign off. I doubt things will change here. I just don't really think it is possible for things to be completely normal again. It's a brutal world out there. There are only a few people with humanity still left in them. I hope one of those people is you, reader. As for me, it's time to set up camp. Goodbye.
Justin
Dylan
Death. Madness. Sheer insanity. And above all, complete and total solitude.
That is the world I am living in now. After the nuclear assault, I've been left here to fend for myself like all of the other survivors. My head has been hurting more and more each day. It seems like almost all of the survivors' brains have been changed from the radiation. Most survivors have gone completely insane. They have turned into what seem to be zombies, wandering the lands aimlessly and killing people on sight and.... sometimes, eating the corpses. You never know who is the next person to go insane.
Sometimes I ponder if I, myself, am still sane. I suppose their is no way of truly knowing. Whatever traces of humanity I have left in me, I try with all my might to hold on to. But I can feel those traces slowly slipping away in between my fingers. The loneliness crushes me. I feel it pressing down on me from all sides. Even here, with my partner Jesse, I still feel utterly alone and helpless. Am I insane? Am I?
"Dylan, snap out of it, we're being attacked!" Jesse frantically screams, waking me up from my trance. I feel a pang of nervousness and fear. Quickly, I run for my weapons. I can hear them coming up the stairs. As quickly as I can, I put on my armor and grab my sword. I can now see them. Right before the first man is about to shoot me, I lunge forward and bring my sword through his chest. Taking it back out, I spin around and slit the other man's throat. I just took 2 men's lives, I think. But why..... Why did I enjoy it?
Jesse
Dylan pushes past me and runs down to meet the invaders. What is wrong with him? Why is he acting like this?
Over the past few days, Dylan has been acting crazy. He has been making terrible decisions, and he seems oddly drawn to murder. Whenever we take out an invader, I can see the slightest hint of a crazy smile on his face. It disturbs me.
Over the past few days, Dylan has been acting crazy. He has been making terrible decisions, and he seems oddly drawn to murder. Whenever we take out an invader, I can see the slightest hint of a crazy smile on his face. It disturbs me.
Dylan leads the way, slashing through the groups. I manage to kill all of the people he left behind, and before long, they are all dead. Dylan is on the floor behind me, but it sounds like he is trying not to cry. I have no idea why. Slowly, I walk down the steps, to see if he is alright. I don't want to rush down, or he will be too startled. But, when I make it to the bottom of the staircase, I gasp as a sword gleams through the air and penetrates my chest. Everything goes black. Then, I am on a cluster of floating islands. A man is waiting for me.
"Where am I?" I ask the mysterious man.
"You are in Elysium. Welcome." He says in a deep voice.
Suddenly, I realize with fear that I have never felt before, that I am dead.
Dylan
I shake my head and charge for the next group. I sweep through the groups like a tornado, swinging my sword and feeling the blood splatter onto my face. A nice, warm feeling. What? What am I talking about?
With every kill I get more dizzy. My heart starts beating faster and faster. When I kill the last man, my head is throbbing. I sit down, taking deep breaths to try to calm myself until suddenly, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Slow, evil, heartrending foosteps. They mock me. They approach me with calmness when they should be terrorized. I feel my anger swell up more and more unti lI find myself charging towards those gloating footsteps and bring my sword up through the owner's chest. I smile evilly until I look up at the dead man's face. Those footsteps were from Jesse.
Now I am alone. Completely, meaninglessly alone. I think, what am I? I am surviving in this world with no meaning? When has there ever been a purpose? I am but a shell. A shell! And Jesse said there was a point to surviving! What does Jesse know!? What does he know about ME!? NOBODY KNOWS! THEY HAVE ALL BEEN PLAYING A TRICK ON ME! I WILL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM AND BE HAPPY WHEN I DO!!!!
Tears rush down my face. I start foaming at the mouth. My arms and legs keep making spastic jerks. My anger boils up more and more until suddenly, I realize what is happening. I go down on my knees, and I cry. I cry and let the knowledge wash over me. I am the one thing I feared in this world.
I am insane.