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Brendan's Proposed Campaign Voting Thingy
It seems that I hve made a Clerical Error (where's that card?). The voting was actually tied at 7 a-piece. Bugger. Damn. Shit. Fuck. Ahem. Sincerest apologies to all. Therefore, two options are available: 1) I cast the deciding vote (it being my game and all); 2) Round Two (Fight! :P) of voting. I will talk to the parties who voted and will post which option will prevail hereunder...
The deadlock will be resolved by: My Vote. Truth or Consequences, N.M. it is. Sorry to all those who wanted ADE!
The campaign with the most votes will be run alongside my L5R? game.
NB: There have been changes to the campaign write-ups...
Truth or Consequences, N.M.
Tuesday, May 15, 1989
I like the dessert. it stretches forever. its amazing the desert sky is sooo pretty at sunrise and even better at sunset. I and mom watch it almost every day and Matches too. I feel free and happy. I look forward to sunset evry day. I hate for the sunset cos I have to be at school. I hate school. the bullies tease me and take my lunch and beat me up and no-one helps me. I let it happen. Mom said that holding it in shows you stronger than them. you hav much more power than them. Anyone can hurt people. you are strong if you get hurt but dont hit back. they call me loser and wimp and I cry. but my mom says that they will be sorry one day. its a cirkle cos what what you do to people people will do to you. for ever and ever amen.
Thursday, September 27, 1991
I had to go to the school nurse today. I hate the nurse, because she always gives injections. At least Jake and Kyle also get injections. Mom was right - what goes round does come round. They also get bullied by the nurse, but I don't think the nurse means to bully them. Watching them squeal when she givs the injections is funny, and I tried not to laugh.
They rode over Matches, with their bikes. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them.
Monday, December 19, 1991
They still give us injections. It's a flu from Mexico that's supposed to be very bad. Several people have died form it. No-one in my town has died from it. I wish Kyle and Jake would die from it. But they will get what they deserve. Mom says so. Even though they ran over Matches, they will pay.
Wednesday, February 28, 1996
Ernie Caspare died today. He died in an accident in his dad's garage. Ernie liked to make explosives and rockets - he was really good at chemistry. He also found some cool things off the the Internet, stuff on how to make your own homemade bombs. Mr Fields didn't know how the fire exectly started, which is weird cos he's been the town fireman for years. He's really good. He does know that the bombs Ernie was making is what killed him. He said it was a freak accident. He said something to himself about the "damned FBI", and I think he didnt want anyone to hear it. But I did. But what's the FBI got to do with it? Wonder if they'll send agents like Mulder and Scully...
Saturday, June 2, 1999
Tammy is the most beautiful girl in the world. She's absolutely beautiful, and she treats me like I'mn the only important person to her. Most of the other girls remember the fact that I used to get beaten up by Kyle and Jake, and still think I'm spineless. But Tammy knows that I'm different, that I believe in different things. She respects me for my self-control. She always seems to know what I'm thinking and how I'm feeling. It's reall weird, but also kind of cool. We connect on a deeper level because of it. She reminds me of the way Mom thinks about things. We're going out for dinner next Friday. I asked her tonight at the mall, and she said yes. I think my heart nearly jumped out my chest. I felt like I was soaring, the way I used to feel when I watched the sunset with Mom and Matches. I must show her the sunset. She will love it. Just as I think I love her.
Friday, June 8, 1999
The blood. I can't get the blood off my hands. I killed Kyle and Jake. I killed them. They jumped me and Tammy. They hit me with baseball bats. Kyle kicked Tammy. I lost it. I lost control. The hatred burned away from inside me. I hit him. He flew backwards, like a football thrown by a quarterback. His head was at a funny angle. I tackled Jake . We hit a parked car. I heard Jake's spine snap. I felt nothing. I made a huge dent in the car. Tammy ran away, screaming, with a wild look in her eyes. What have I done? What did I do? WHY???
I can't get the blood off. It's still there...
I must leave.
Player Guidelines
# Characters are all in their final year of Senior High, at Truth High. Ergo, you will be 17/18, and the equivalent of Matric.
- All the characters will know each other, and may or may not like each other.
- You have all attended the same school, have grown up in the same town, and know each other's families.
- Fairly detailed character histories will be required, as well as attitudes towards the other characters.
It is an Aberrant game. Everyone seems to fucking know. Dammit. My own fault. Fuck!
Voted For By: ShadowsLight\\ (Evenings: Mon, Tues, Wed, Sat. Afternoon + Evening: Sun. )
!!! Oh bugger. All the other people who signed up, except for Marc, are able to make Mon. from 3-5. That seems to be the only time all of them are free. Dude, it sucks, but it looks like a problem. It doesn't look like u will be able to make that slot. Sorry! :( - IllumiNati
!!!You can't make it 5-7? I be a working stiff, and stuff.... oh well... bugger - ShadowsLight
Ancient Darkness Enthroned
Journal of Kenneth Everingham
Anno Domini 2003, December the 22nd
I met Marilyn today, to my complete surprise. We bumped into each other, so to speak, amidst the snows of Christmas. She always seemed most radiant in the snow. I immediately thought of her as I last saw her, in my younger days, in the snows of Merrie Olde England. She hasn't changed a bit in all the years since I last saw her, but then again, she always was one who would retain her beauty, no matter what. Her sense of style has changed slightly, but only in order to keep up to date. She still prefers neutral shades, much to my delight. I often joke with her that she bathes in the blood of virgins. That comment is usually answered with a stern punch or kick. She obviously doesn't appreciate the Elisabeth Bathory reference, nor my knowledge of antiquities. Well, some things do not change.
Our relationship being an example. We have one of love-hate, mainly on her part - even though I privately admit that I indulge in her little games now and then. She tends to foul up my plans, to incur my wrath, and then run to my arms, excited by the destruction and hurt she's caused me. Sometimes I indulge and return the favour.
It has been such a long time since we last played. Given our chance meeting today, it seems that she has tired of playing. How I curse myself for not feeling the way I do now earlier. Time gives you experience, they say. Sometimes I wonder whether one can gain enough experience in a lifetime.
Time. They say time heals all wounds. This it does; I know this personally and intimately. Time scrolls by inexorably, passing through seasons, years, decades. It has seen the rise and fall of empires, civilisations and aeons. It continues marching towards the next Armageddon, the next rebirth of the world. And with each Armageddon, the world comes about anew, with a few changes. But Time does not change. It is static, everlasting. It waits for no man.
They say Time is man's worst enemy. I disagree. I believe that that honour belongs to us.
Journal of Marilyn Heinemann, 43rd Countess of Munchen
24 Decmeber 2003, 23:25
I am the firm belief that the world is growing smaller by the day; not in the literal sense, but in the sense that one is able to travel and communicate around the globe with greater ease these days - a very far cry form what I have been used to. It would seem that now everyone bows before the internet and the cellphone; I am sure that the almighty is not exactly pleased with the situation. I suppose at least we and the mortals have something in common now. Unfortuantely, the world's shrinking does pose a problem to our kind.
Yesterday being an example. I had just finished picking up my custom orders from Prada and Isaac Mizrahi, when whom should climb into my limousine, unnanounced I might add, but Kenneth. For one who was always the gentleman and nobleman, he certainly seems to have lost his manners. but I will confess that it was lovely to see him again. While he may have lost his manners, he certainly has not lost his charm. Or his preference for Elisabeth Bathory comments pointed in my direction. Unfortuantely, he is also one of the very, very few who can blithely ingore my baleful gaze. It seems that Elisabeth will be a curse on me, and Kenneth will always be there to rub it in. But I take comfort in the fact that Kenneth will always be there; he has been one of the few who has remained loyal to me over the years, unlike the others who love nothing more than to engage in politicking and powermongering. I myself have had quite enought of those games, having played them when they were necessary for survival instead of for my own personal gain and enjoyment. Well... maybe not always for suvival.
Kenneth is spending a few months here in New York before he heads back to England. I never did see why he was so attahed to the little island, but then he and I are different in many ways. However, I noticed something in his eyes while we sat and talked and caught up. Something I have seen often in the eyes of men, but something that I have not seen in one of us for a very long time, and especially in Kenneth's eyes. I think that maybe he wishes to play a game with me. One of the little games I used to play on him when we were younger, but he did not take interest in. His flame had nearly extinguished itself, but now it is coming to life once again.
I think Kenneth may enjoy his time here.
Character Guidelines
# Unknown Armies (as usual) will be the system used, and it will be modified (as usual).
# Read Kenneth's journal entry again if you haven't figured it out already. ^_^
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