The Cold Shores....

[Kirrix]

((Since I have been challenge to come up to my word, I will do so as best as I can. This will be a start of a storie I have played out long ago in my head but never put to paper. I will give you a small back ground, who I am and room to create your own characters. Nothing else. Please pardon my haughty spelling))

*clears throat*

"Space? No, Star Treck is hogging the scene... The way past? Naah, too much research involved... Somthing in the future? A parody of a time machine perhaps? Pffft, yeah, right..." ideas seem to pour out of me as I set in my Manhattan office looking out the window. And just as soon as they appeared, their light of hope was put out by cold reason. Nothing... Try as I might I could not come up with as idea for a new novel. Its been some time since my last big success and it was time for a come-back... But with what? Everything has either been done over and over or too narrow... Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. Being too stingy for a secretary I stood up and opened the door myself. Outside was standing a man in his late 30s, wearing a black leater trench coat with graying hair and a face as if carved from granite. He held a brief case in one hand and another was outstreched toward me. A bit dumb-struck I extended mine as well and received a warm hand-shake. "Hello, Mr. Markus?" "Yes, I replied frowing" "Ahh, good. I am Mr. Zacharach. May I come in?" "Of course" I replied. Now who the hell might this gent be? Not supposed to have any visitors today... "Would you like a drink?" I incuired. "No," a quirky smile followed "I don't think you would have anything of my liking Mr. Marcus." Shrugging I poured myself a shot-glass of Rum and sat oppoiste Mr Zacharach who chose the little divan, further from the window... "Now, Mr Zacharach was it?" He nodded. "You are here becuse??...." I said as I went around my desk and gripped the handle of the PPK taped liughtly under my desk. "Oh nothing troubling Mr. Markus, do not worry." He shifted in his seat "And please, holding that gun like you are going to shoot someone is really not necessary." My breath caught short but I tried not to show it. What the hell did this guy want anyway? "Mr Markus, I bring you an offer no sane man on eartyh can possible refuse..." Then I might be well insane I thought to myself.....




(Go ahead people, its all yours now. You are welcome to make Markuse's friends, continue the story itself or bring in some cool rogue elemtnts. Use your imaginations, I really want to know what happens next ^.^)

 

[Kirrix]

Dang....

(Thanks for posting Ravenloft. I guess people aren't really going to give me a chance here. Oh well, I tried my best, can't blame a guy on that can you?) (Also, I am Markus you guys can take Mr. Zacharach)

Looking out the window to see what all the commotion about, I saw Jacen. I groaned inwardly. No, Jacen was a good guy, friendly, talktive with a sparkle in his eye. But stubborness and hot-headedness seemed to surface more then often... Turning my attention back to Mr. Zanacharach,
I conecntrated on his words, the meaning of which still hung heavily in the air.

(I would apreacite if someone could take the part of Mr Zacharach. I hesitate to write the whole thing myself and do his part since someone might have more interesting ideas then I. Please take your time and try my story out!)

 

[RoseThorn]

OOC: Hey, Love to play (just so you know) but I'm sorta in a bunch of threads now...I can't wait to see what this one does though. Looks like it'll be great once it picks up steam...

 

[Miecca]

OOC: When you get to a spot needing a female, holler. I love where this story is heading. *grin*

 

[Kirrix]

Woooo!!!

((OOC: Thank you all for great posts! Miecca, you ar welcome to make a character and join in. Pyrolisk, that is exactly what I entended Mr. Zacharac to be just like that, thank you. You are more then welcome to continue his role ))

I had to remind myself a few times to close my jaw as I headed for the intercom. "Yes who is this?" I asked still a bit stunned at the recent events. "Yo man, its me Jacen. Open up man, yer dam gate is stuck or somthing!" "Oh, right, sorry, sorry" I mumbeled as I threw the switch the opened the gate. "Come on in, sorry to keep you waiting" As Jacen was rolling into the drivaway and parking his bike, I hurried to my room, chut the briefcase, and put it in my secret hiding place. It was simply a deviot in a wall behind a slighhtly moved book-case covered wityh a potted plant. As I tried to get rid of signs of my mysterious visitor, I heard incesitant knocking downstaris. Hurriedly I ran down and opened a door. "Whoa man, been excresicing lately? You look like you just finished the marathon!" Were the woords greeting me. Taking a quick glance into a hall-way mirror I realized how disheveled, sweaty and pale I looked. Ohhhh boy, my 'looks' might give him somthing away. "Sorry, for my looks, I have just been...umm...reviewing some videos! Yeah, erm, just some recordings from past years." I chukkled nervoulsy hoping that Jacen will bight the line. "Ohhhhh..." He winked at me "Guess living in seclusion all alone does have its merits" I was dumbfounded at first at hwat he meant, but then it hit me. I cringed inwardly since mastrubation is not my favorite past time, but at least that is what he belives. "Come in, come in." I montioned him to enter "My office is upstairs, let me go grab a few beers and we can discuss your upcoming performance by my books" I saw Jacen head upstaris to my office and prayed he didn't have the taste to snooping around. I quickly walked to the fridge, grabbed some beers, and salty peanuts and hurried upstairs thinking about what that weirdo in a trench coat could have meant!

(This is getting good, lets keep going ^.^)

[Edited by Kirrix on 12-15-2000 at 09:43 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Seeing as my input is so easily overlooked... Removed Jacen Keegan from the thread. Please remove mention of my character... Oh, and I removed your flamers there Kirrix.
Have fun.

[Edited by Ravenloft on 12-15-2000 at 09:37 PM]

 

[Kirrix]

Ravenloft....

((OOC: Erm, dude, I just asked you to please change your post about the whole Matrix thing, not to levve the story. Dun take it personnaly man, I just don't really like Matriz rip offs or anything other then the original. Its the one thing that I truly beliveve cannot be cloned succesfully. Please just repost with a different post and we'll be underway man. Jacen is already in the story, kinda lte to back out now. And please, no suciciding or deaths. That just shows how embarrased you are to continue, so you'd rather kill 'yourself' off.))


Well, I am still hurrying up the dam stairs. Darned things seem to get longer each year. Hope Jacen is not snooping around too much in my office.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Would have mailed you but... Low and behold you have no email... *Shrug* No embarasment about it. I gave you a chance and you quite easily ignored my post. I don't care to be ignored in such a manner, please refrain from using Jacen. You said remove or edit, I opted to remove because I have no place in a story that I obviouly am too "stiff" to play in... If you want posters, some advice, DON'T BLOW OFF WHAT THEY POST!!! Once this has been seen it and my other ooc post will also be gone. Thank you.

[Edited by Ravenloft on 12-15-2000 at 10:14 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Critisism? Hell, he gave me an ultimatum. And I have told him as well as you that if you give me a "Edit or delete." I will opt to delete. But you do have one point, he left the story wide open, to wide. Do not be foisting all the blame in this matter on me, because I frankly will not take it all. I will however say that I was a bit hasty in deleting my posts. What I ask YOU Pyro, is why in your email you were respectful and in the post to the board you show the opposite? I read your email first but now that I see you posting the way you have, slandering me . And you do have some points, I am not refuting that. I make mistakes, I am human. But you should have saved the venom for me personally. How was I supposed to contact him? NO email no im's there was no way to get ahold of him. I do agree that compromise helps a thread but HE did not make himself availiable to such things. You did, and I respect you for that. Obviously you do not hold the same for me.
My email is readly availiable if eather of you care to work something out.

 

[Kirrix]

Oh...nevermind.....

Look people, I tried to create the kind of realaxed thread I am usually used to on this message board. Consequentally I failed. Its allright, I can take it, life ditched out wroser things. If you are really wondering on the W T F topic, then let me try to once more explain. I want(ed) to create a thread where there is no certain "This is how ti all began" where there are many rogue elements and uncertanties. Where you don't have a set character description or anything. People can make assumptions about you and when they say somthing like "His gaze was storng and full of lust" (for example) you have to try to add that detail to your mental image of your charcater. This is a place where YOU are not solely in charge of your character. People can assume things, and then you can disprove them or play along with the added feature. I began this thread and I left many intrugiong cliches and openings. I created and took one charater, all of you were welcome to jump in any time and basically whatever you wanted to. Howerever, as a person who stattred this thread I see myself (in part) as the DM(Dungeion Master)(Its from D&D). Thus I let many things slide, but like the Matrix idea by Raven, that wasn't really waht I generally had in mind. It might have worked, by there have been so many spoofs of the Matrix and such *cringes* Hell, I tried to send an email to him to explain what happened to ask him to come back to the thread, but it seems that his style of writting CANNOT UINDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES BE CRITICIZED. (If anyone wants I'll send em both letters) Alright, you think I offered you an Ultimatum, fine, I can't change your opinion. But I haven't I merely asked you to either report with a new idea/continuation or to edit that post to take out the Matrix part. Anyway, this, now, seems like not a such a good idea, so I will stop. If anyone wishes to continue this story, and escpecially if Raven abates and joins in, I will more then gladly come in.


Kirrix



P.S. I don't advocate for total story anarchy. I don't mean DM as a God and Master of the thread, just enough to give it form and not aply in differnt irections. I tried my best, you people seem to be tougher and not too acceptable. If anyone decides to assign blame on anyone, I'll just say it was all my fault. I dobt I will be posting much from now on.. *sniff* Was a good start though =/

 

[Guest]

OOC: (Like they're really necessary since this thread has bombed of all story.)

Look people, I tried to create the kind of realaxed thread I am usually used to on this message board. Consequentally I failed.

Maybe if you didn't start your adventures here at Lit by insulting the people and players of the game, then your thread wouldn't have bombed. Ravenloft was the first to defend you at your other thread, and he was the first to jump in here at this one.

People can assume things, and then you can disprove them or play along with the added feature. I created and took one charater, all of you were welcome to jump in any time and basically do whatever you wanted to.~*~Thus I let many things slide, but like the Matrix idea by Raven, that wasn't really what I generally had in mind. It might have worked, by there have been so many spoofs of the Matrix and such *cringes*

Well, there you go contradicting yourself. One minute you say people are welcome to come along and play whoever they want. You even went to say that the player hadn't had full control over their character, that everyone else could play off it as they saw fit. But then, you decide to say that Ravenloft's idea of the Matrix wasn't allowed here. What's up with that? Was this in fact a thread with NO SET rules and that ALL were welcome to come and play as/who they wanted, or did you have a hidden agenda with your different posts? So Ravenloft decided to delete his posts? So what? You gave him the choice to edit or delete. He opted for the latter. That DOES NOT mean he cannot accept constructive criticism. I happen to know that he is a very busy man here at Lit. Perhaps he took your choices as an easy way out, a chance for him to focus on his other duties here? Big deal. I say to everyone who has been arguing here, chill out, relax, and GET OVER IT. Start anew if you wish.


~Tiggs~

 

[Kirrix]

If you felt I unsultd you, good for you. Read my post on the General BOard, it should be around somewhere. Also, what the *censored* man? I can voice my opinion if I want to, I have a right to do so. I wrote no cursing or straight on offenses what so ever. If I have that thread would have been already closed down. Its not. So what's the matter? No one can criticize you? No one can say "You write poorly" or "Sometimes you can be a stiff-prick" to you and others? Its fine by me, not much all of your 'senseibilty' can do much to me. But its just sad that no one would get my point. I am trying to give all of you a reality check. YOu are all fine and good writing the way you have been writing for YEARS. (You prehistoric dinosaurs you!) I am here to try to shed some light on what you call 'creative writing' and 'online roleplaying' Alright? So if you can't take the stinge of a little dose of truth. too bad. Maybe a few of you are right, I should have put what I wanted to say in more subtle terms, but what is done is done, hate me or love me so far I am here. I have no regreats and if someone, ANYONE, will keep on quoting me (which I DEARLY hate) and positng on how rude, ignoratn and simple-minded I am, they can just apply all that to themselves. NONE of you can pass judgment on me, NONE of you know what kind of person I really am... I NEVER pased any on you, no I tried to tell you in my own way that you should try somthing new. To get out of the old OOC rotine! Well, its not my fault my pleas fell on deaf ears.... Syonara! (or however that's spelled)


Kirrix,
Romans, countryman, lend me your ears at an interest rate of 1.5 annulay!
(variation)
Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears or I will be forced to cut them off and take them from you!