Thread: Wold you like to go to anther world?

I'm curntly redng this book from Tokyo Pop, & in it, these 4 girls write a story throgh e-mail on ther cell phones. I thoght it wold be cool to try somthng like that here, but with a few chnges:

~There is no limt on the # of peple writng.
~No body is assgnd a charctr. You can add to charctrs alrdy strted by other pepole, as well as addng sombdy who you made up if you wish.
~Unlke other RPG forem games, this will actlly be writtn like a story, with chaptrs. They can be as long as you wish. (That's what they do in the book, but I don't know if anybdy's herd of it...)

Here's a plot I was thinkng of: A yong girl has a slght problm. She tends to go to othr worlds as she drems. It's not evry night, but the places she goes can somtmes be plesnt, but also terrfyng. She finds out she's a Sleep Walker, & she's not alone. She must tem up with othrs like her & save the worlds from evil, while tryng to hide it all from her frends in the wakng world.

It goes w/o sayng that this will cover sevrl chaptrs, with a plot line as intrcte as you shall chose. (If this sonds famler, I tred to do this on The Doll Palce, but with no luck.)

Who ever wants to may go 1st. Have fun!

Ever hear of spell check?

I'm sorry, but...I have dysgrpha. It's basclly a big, hard to spell word that says I can't write/spell as good as other peple (you'd think that they'd make the name easer to spell, but no). Even thogh I have been told over & over that my writn is horrble, I love to do it any way.

Now that that's off my chest, is there any body who wold like to go 1st?

You seem to write in text chat all the time... it's hard to read.

Try and work on it. Some of the words seems like you delete a letter or two just for the sake of it... like 'basclly'. And I find it extremely hard to see how you can't spell 'writing' when its in the URL at the top of your browser.... wow.

I'll run all of the parts that I write thrgh spell check, ok? This isn't somthng I can help, I've been this way since birth. Not to be rude, but can we plese get on with this?

Well, since nobdy wants to be brave enogh to write the 1st chaptr, I will. As promsd, I ran it thrgh the spell chck. I also fond a cool pictre of what I want Vivan to look like, but it's not showng up. So you have to go here: Get specific Doll Type 1784 for the ID #, & click Get Doll. I didn't make her, but that's what I want Vivan to look like when she drems.

Now, for my part of the story:


Vivian’s POV:

“Hey, you.” I said playfully to a guy near me. “Looks like we did it.”

He turned. “Looks like we really can control where to go…”

“Yes, but only when you are not in need.” The voce came from behind us. We turned to see our friend, Sensei. He told Keith, the guy I was talking to earlier, & I everything we know.

Apparently, Keith & I are Sleep Walkers. There are nights when, in our dreams, we mange to come to anther world. Now, we must use these gifts to save the other worlds.

So far, though, the only thing we’ve really done is train with Sensei. Even that wasn’t a lot, but we managed to figure out a few basic facts. Keith & I aren’t the only Sleep Walkers. We look different in the waking world, as Sensei calls it, then we do here. We can’t control when we go, or when we just will sleep.

I figured something else out too. Keith was a major hunk. Well, while he’s here any way.

But this story’s not about how much of a hunk Keith was. It’s about how things were gong to go from happy, peaceful training lessons with Sensei to the fight of our lives. But, before we begin, we must tell you something. If you want to see us, dream. If you come with us, don’t let anybody tell you to stop dreaming.

Now, we’re ready to begin our story.

If i join this then i only want two characters to control. The rest i probably won't give a damn about. Can my two characters only be found in the dream worlds though? I ask for this because they are immpossible. They could exist but i won't risk having an argument about if they do or not. I would like my characters to be named James and John. They will help the others in the dream world but nowhere else. James and John will be good guys but they will have powers and jobs in the dream world that make them seem evil. If i can have it this way then James will be a fallen angel (The angel of Death) and John will be another fallen angel who can do nothing but kill. This is because he is physically incapable of doing anything else. Hope it's ok.

Sonds cool. Can't wat to see what you write. But like I said, for mine, you don't need permssen. You can use anybdy's charctrs. Just write, & we will all crete this drem world.

Ok i'll introduce my two.

James smiled as the black rain fell down onto him. He smiled even when his cigar's flame was dwindling. He smiled as his hair was plastered to his forehead. He smiled as John came and stood next to him, hunched over and his hands inside his over coat's pockets,
"It's bloody cold out here James. Why aren't you inside?" John ducked his head lower so that most of it was covered by his upturned collar. James smiled at his friend,
"I can't be inside. I'm sorry but the sky looks so beautiful when it rains." James smiled up at the sky. The sky looked as though the heavens had opened up. It was night and the black sky was split open by a large line of white light. The line was where the rain came from. James smiled at it for a moment longer before looking down. His face became it's usual, blank self,
"Tell me John" he asked his friend as he drew his revolver and placed it to his head, "Do you think i'll be lucky this time?"
John sighed and looked on as James pulled the revolver's trigger four times. Each time there was no bang. One more epmty and one bullet. James sighed,
"Here goes nothing." he pulled the trigger once. No bang. He smiled faintly, "Well that must mean that i'll die when i pull the trigger." James pulled the trigger and there was a deafening bang and half of James' face was ripped off by the bullet's force. James sighed and his face reformed,
"Yeah. That figures." he turned round and placed the revolver in John's waiting palm and went inside.

Vivian’s POV:

The next night, I arrived in a small town. Everything, even the sky, seemed to be dull. Sadness was everywhere, it was as if nobody was ever happy. “Where am I?” I asked, even though nobody was around.

“Hard to say.” I jumped & saw Keith right behind me. “Where’s Sensei?”

“Right here.” Sensei walked out of what looked like a car from the Jetsns. “Welcome to Chac.”

“What happened?” I asked as I took anther look around. “It looks like every thing has been burned down.”

“There was a great fire here many years ago.” Sensei said. “Most of the people were ether killed, or left to fend for themselves. The survivors still live here, filled with as much grief as the day of the fire.”

“Why don’t they just leave?” Keith asked.

“They feel as if they can’t.” Sensei seemed as if he wanted to say more. “It doesn’t matter now. Listen, there may be a new evil force rising as we speak. Your dreams brought you both here, I believe, because if this new enemy gives them even a little hope, they will help. No questions asked.”

I knew that fighting evil was the reason why Sleep Walkers exist, but I’m not sure I’m ready yet. Still, I followed Keith & Sensei into town, to whatever we would find.

James’s POV:

A new day. What used to be filled with hope now is only a matter of time. Anther day, anther gun, anther try.

I know I can never die, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. Ever since my parents died, & my young fiancé with them, it seems like there is nothing left. An empty hole where my heart used to be.

I placed my hand on the trigger. I took a final look up & down the street.

That’s the moment I saw her for the first time.

The gun fell from my fingers as I watched them. The girl’s blue clothes seemed to be almost too bright for me. All three of them seemed to have something nobody around here has had for a while.

It was then that I knew I was looking at my destiny.

Four days ago.

James took another drink of the Jack Daniels. He inhaled another breath with the cigarette in his mouth. He stared at the needle on the table in front of him as if it were an unholy object. He had talked to his shrink and the small man had suggested that he take drugs. James had been given the needle that now lay on the table by the shrink. He sat with his gun in his right hand and the bottle in his left. Since his wife, Alice, had died James had been determined to see her in heaven as quickly as possible. He had taken all of the bad substances except drugs. He had become a chain smoker and a heavy drinker for the hope he would die of liver failure or cancer. He had reached a decision. He fired two rounds from his pistol into the needle. The needle and it's contence were destroyed. He put the bottle down and set the cigarette down in the ash tray. He was certain that he had made the right decision. He may only have been a Fallen angel but he would not reduce himself to that level. He would rather live forever with the sorrow and pain of his loss than die like that. John had sat next to him in silence and he now smiled at his brother,
"You did the right thing James." he said comfortingly. James smiled back weakly,
"No John. I made just another decision. I have lost all faith that I can still do the right thing." he said as he stared out of the flat's window and into the rain. John placed a hand on James' shoulder,
"You and I may have fallen from heaven but the ability to do the right thing eludes no man. Not even us. The chance to do the right thing will come along."

Present
James looked at the girl. He smiled at her. John placed a hand on his brother's shoulder,
"Do you know her?" he asked nervously. James smile broadened,
"I dreamt of her three days ago. She is the end of my suffering." a single tear mingled with the rain water running down James' face.

(This is my first shot at one of these, so bear with me...)

3rd Person:

"I am happy to hear." Vivian uncomfortably replied.


"But you will have to excuse me so that my friend and I can figure out what needs to be done." She explained with restored composure as she and Kieth walked away into the crowded marketplace.

"You don't waste any time do you James?" Asked John with a hint of amusement.

"It is the truth, is it not?" retorted James.

"I didn't say it was untrue, but the girl has never met you before, so it is a difficult thing to respond to."

"...Very well" James admitted after a pause.

"Let us go and see what Vivian and Kieth have found out, eh old friends?" Sensei asked.

"Ah yes, old friend" James anwered as John nodded to Sensei.

As the three of them walked through the bazaar they could hear the townspeople talking, but no one was laughing, and all speech seemed very business like and lacking in vigor. It was a very eerie experience to have, to be surrounded by people and in a crowded marketplace, and yet so seemingly dead and void of life. In time they met up with Vivian and Keith to discuss what they have found.

"Did you notice it?" Asked Sensei.

"What do you mean?" asked Kieth.

"We have found out that people have been disappearing, and it is believed that old evil is returning." Vivian hesitantly answered.

"No, what is most important?" Sensei questioned.

James smiled,
"Nothing is important. Me and my brother live in a dream world where everything is business and religion." James spat at the thought of religion. John laughed,
"Why do you hate religion so much James?" he asked quickly, hoping to catch James offguard. He failed. James spat again and put his cigarette out in the palm of his hand,
"Well it wouldn't matter if i did like it. God deosn't change his mind." he turned to Sensei, "The old evil returning is probably just a fortune teller's gossip. They've been predicting for years now that the angel of Death would come and kill everyone but I'm not going to be running around cutting heads off anytime soon. Let's check the disappearing people."

Both Kieth and Vivian looked at James, completely unequiped and preprepared to deal with what he is saying.

"Be still!" Commanded Sensei, as his eyes shot like daggers into James.

"Be still?" Smirked James, but before he had anytime to continue Sensei's no longer calm voice cut into James.

"Why have you come here? Have you come here to mutiny? Have you come all this way ...old friend... to meet my students but simply to break rank in most dishonorable fashion?" James said nothing.

"I demand an answer. You have stood here before my students with you display of reckless behavior and chaos without any respect for honor. Now, if you are now or ever were friend of mine then you will answer me now!"

"You will have to excuse my brother," interrupted John, "he has been feeling very unwell lately and as an old friend me, and also very truly and old John, we beseech you from the great wisdom you have amounted thoughout the centuries that you may pardon this most unintentional offense and allow us to go on our way."

"Be gone!" command Sensei and John took James by the arm and dragged him off.

"What was he talking about?" asked Vivian very nervously.

"Do not mind him, the varmint that lives in dirt and eats garbage has more honor than he," explained Sensi. "You see, John and James, and me too, have lived for many centuries. We have seen a lot of things and fought very valliantly against strong forces only to fight once more."

"We will do it," said Vivian.

"Yes, that is what we have been training for," agreed Kieth.

"How do you know that? How long is 100 years? How strong are the forces I spoke of?" Neither of them responded.

"You see what the two of you lack in wisdom you make up for in vigor. Now, it appears that centuries of fighting has left John disillusioned. Now he was once an honorable friend and a loyal ally, one who I could trust to fight at my side and to never waiver no matter the odds. It is people like that who you must find rally alongside with in battle. However the James we just withnesed is nothing of the sort, if you find yourself faced with 10 demons, all of which are ready to tear you limb from limb, would you want the person next to you to simply drop his weapon and leave you to fend for yourself? Such a circumstance is not something we can take lightly, and we would most certainly perish if we do. James is good I know he is, and we will travel with him to help him and he will help us, we will talk with him and he will talk to us, but let me be very clear on this: if we have any will to live then we will never trust him!"


* * *

"Give me a pint of your finest whiskey" commanded James to the Bartender. He went around back and returned with the requested drink. James grabbed the bottle and walked over to the table where John was sitting and took a swig.

"So James, is this what you have become?"

"Aye, I am 6 feet 4 inches and I have long brown hair."

"Do not mock me," requested John.

"I mock you not, you asked me if this is what I am and I agreed."

"I will tell you what I asked. Have you become a grain blowing in the wind..."

"A grian?" James interrupted "I can assure you I have never seen a grain that is 6 feet 4 inches with long brown hair."

"I demand you let me finish."

"I would let you finish if you spoke that what you listener cared for, everyone knows that."

"You will let me finish," John said more sternly.

"Oh, well why didn't you say so" he said as he lifted the bottle once more to his mouth.

"You used to have such strength and conviction, and purpose. You could move a boulder with the flick of a wrist, now you simply pour that wretched filth into your mouth with a flick of the wrist."

"Oh my friend, you have grown much to serious over the years. A boulder here is no better off than a boulder there, is it not? I cannot find any conviction in that. And all of this fighting you speak of with such great purpose, what has it gained us?"

"You know good and well what we have gained."

"You will have to excuse me I seem to have forgotten, please refresh my memory."

"What about all of the different worlds we have saved, all the lives we have rescued from evil."

"You must have misheard me, I did not ask what he has gained other people, I said what has it gained us?"

John sat there for a few moments before standing up, "You are very far gone poor brother, you must return to you senses or you will be completely lost," John began walking to the door.

James was taken back and struggled to say what he wanted to say, however unable he turned and yelled across the room, "how can I be lost if I have this map right here?"

John looked and James as he took another swig, John felt completely helpless and shear disappointment and fear showed on his face as he slowely turned around and left the bar.