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Post by Kyzer on Jun 14, 2014 16:58:00 GMT -5
Out of curiousity if anyone read my RP,any chance you could send me some thoughts? I spent more itme writing it than anything I've ever written for an efed, and put a lot of work into it, and to get ltierally zero feedback besides hearign from one person "This is good" is a little sad. I even went to an effort to throw out a few replies and feedback myselfthis time, even though I'm not good at that, so it would be nice ot get something back I will check it out tonight and give you some feedback. I have always liked your character.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 13, 2014 14:17:47 GMT -5
What I have never understood is that you have had debatably the best hockey player in the NHL on your team for the last 6 years or so and you can't seem to make it to the finals since the '08-'09 season. Because Bylsma allowed Sid and everyone else to become complacent and let them play soft hockey and have whatever they wanted, they have not gotten a kick in the ass since Terrian was canned...sucks. Unfortunately for your team, I think the Blackhawks and Kings are going to be trading the cup back and forth for a couple more years. I want Ovechkin to get off his sh~tty team so he finally has a chance to win a title.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 13, 2014 14:01:23 GMT -5
Gross. You couldn't pay me to live anywhere in Pennsylvania. Same goes for Michigan and New York. The three worst states I have ever visited. I hated Philadelphia more than Pittsburgh though. you. I am VERY prideful of my city...almost disgustingly, so I now have to hate you, even if you gave a backwards, backhanded compliment at the end there. What I have never understood is that you have had debatably the best hockey player in the NHL on your team for the last 6 years or so and you can't seem to make it to the finals since the '08-'09 season.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 13, 2014 13:41:37 GMT -5
The absolute best place on the planet to watch college basketball. I am down in Melbourne about 20 minutes south of Cocoa Beach. I love it down here. I have always been a beach person. I am hoping that for some reason Jabari Parker drops to #4 in the draft and Orlando gets him, then I will be a big Magic fan. Yeah, I've yet to go to a Duke basketball game but it's something I want to go to eventually. I've been to a lot of football games in the area though. I saw Andrew Luck smash the hell out of Duke, along with NC State rally to defeat Florida State. Yeah Orlando is one of my favorite NBA teams and i'm pissed how the Cav's continue to get the number one pick. Cocoa Beach that's cool. I've been to South Beach multiple times down in Miami, really fun and cool atmosphere. There is no experience like going to a basketball game there. The coolest things to it would be Rupp Arena for Kentucky and Allen Fieldhouse for Kansas. I have been to both of those and still think that Cameron is the best but I may have some bias. I like parts of South Beach. I am sucker for Cuban food which Miami is the place for if you are in the US. I hate the Cav's even though Irving plays there. I hope he leaves after his rookie contract. I am a big Thunder fan even after they left Seattle. The Supersonics were the only hometown team I liked from Washington. Though I might become a Huskies' football fan now that they have a coach I like.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 13, 2014 13:35:32 GMT -5
I could never live in the south again. I lived in Austin, Texas until I was 9 or 10. That climate just isn't for me. When things stay the same for too long my mood gets stagnant and I regress inward. From there, things boil over until I blow up and it's never pretty. At least here, even during the long winters, change is always around the corner. I hate snow. I would go back to Seattle but that would probably be the only place in the north I would live again. But the snowfall there is less than what people would think. The climate definitely doesn't match the rest of the north over there.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 13, 2014 13:30:37 GMT -5
Currently it is Florida, where I reside now. I was in South Carolina for the last 16 years which isn't bad if you are in Greenville or Charleston. I was stuck in Columbia though. I am from Washington and loved it there but will never live there again until my sons are grown and out of the house. Florida offers more educationally for them. I love the Durham area of North Carolina but that is because I am a die hard Duke fan. The Outer Banks was pretty gnarly though when I went, I liked that a lot. Nevada has always been fun but anywhere there would be too much fun to raise kids. I do really like Florida. The rain reminds me of Seattle except it is sunny 10 minutes later. Where in NC are you? I actually used to live near Tampa, but I live in Durham. I'm only about ten minutes from Cameron Indoor Stadium. Crazy coincidence. The absolute best place on the planet to watch college basketball. I am down in Melbourne about 20 minutes south of Cocoa Beach. I love it down here. I have always been a beach person. I am hoping that for some reason Jabari Parker drops to #4 in the draft and Orlando gets him, then I will be a big Magic fan.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 13, 2014 13:22:41 GMT -5
Well I live in North Carolina, so nothing's really worth a visit here. So Kyzer what is your favorite state? Currently it is Florida, where I reside now. I was in South Carolina for the last 16 years which isn't bad if you are in Greenville or Charleston. I was stuck in Columbia though. I am from Washington and loved it there but will never live there again until my sons are grown and out of the house. Florida offers more educationally for them. I love the Durham area of North Carolina but that is because I am a die hard Duke fan. The Outer Banks was pretty gnarly though when I went, I liked that a lot. Nevada has always been fun but anywhere there would be too much fun to raise kids. I do really like Florida. The rain reminds me of Seattle except it is sunny 10 minutes later. Where in NC are you?
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 13, 2014 9:31:46 GMT -5
What school are you going to? Point Park, a little artsy type school in Pittsburgh. Gross. You couldn't pay me to live anywhere in Pennsylvania. Same goes for Michigan and New York. The three worst states I have ever visited. I hated Philadelphia more than Pittsburgh though.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 12, 2014 12:54:13 GMT -5
Alcohol has never been my thing. It was always been the more illegal stuff. My family has issues with all kinds of substance and alcohol abuse. My ex is addicted to being a whore and a bad mother. Thank god, I don't have those problems.
My parents though had a great marriage. It is the only example of one that I have seen in my family.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 11, 2014 21:57:33 GMT -5
Every time I look at my wife, I think of all the bullets I dodged in locking her down. Even the one decent chick I dated prior to meeting her got super weird and attachey on me after she came back from college to visit. Psychos. Every last one of 'em. It is even worse when you have two kids with them, their family is loaded and you have to deal with them trying to get custody of them when the mother abandoned them.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 11, 2014 21:07:08 GMT -5
Wait wait wait... You met your wife playing Dance Dance Revolution? Holy crap, story on that?It depends what you watch/read. There are many parts of the fandom even I as a fan avoid. As a precursor, given my longwindedness - you asked. There are no good arcades in my city, or really, within reasonable driving distance for that matter. The world's largest is an hour and half or so away. So it's like eleven years ago - right around this time of year actually. I'm in my senior year, at that point where I've locked down the cap and gown, even if there is a month or so left in the school year. My longtime girlfriend (through whom I met the people that inspired Daniel Kirkbride) just dumped me as she got ready to move out of state for college, and so my priority list began and ended with "whatever the f*ck I wanted to do", and that night, it just happened to be arguing the fact that there are no good arcades in town with one of my closest friends on AIM (it was 2003, after all). He was on the defensive of the one place we have, it's like three stories high and looks like a castle, and at one point was awesome. We back and forth about this for an hour or before he decides he's going to prove that Sh*t Castle isn't so bad and that I'm going to come get his no car, no license ass so he can. So we get there, and I win the argument. We play that old WWF Royal Rumble arcade cabinet, which might have been the only good game to have come and gone through there, and head up to the third floor, as they have pinball, and pinball is awesome. The only other thing up on the third floor is this giant, walk in Galaxian machine that kids have sex in, and the DDR games. We happen across some mutual friends, who happen to be of the DDR persuasion, and so that kinda turns into our night. They introduce us to their friends, and little did my 17 year old, 2.2 GPA about to graduate high school and achieve nothing academically for ten years mind comprehend that the short, cute one among them that was four years older than all of us would one day say those two magic words "I do". I'd never played before, and gave it a go for a laugh. Friendo and I wound up hitting a bunch of beach trips and such over that summer, both on our and own and with this crowd, and got pretty into it. We stuck around 'cause he got the hots for one of the other chicks in the group, and later (haha!) for my wife before she was my wife. It's worth noting that the mutual attraction wasn't immediately there - I wound up dating a psychotic hose beast from the group, then went off to college and entered into a semester long fling with Satan herself. It was only later when I quit and came back to town and reconnected with my real friends that my wife and I kinda sparked. A hibachi dinner and Shrek 2, and ten years later, the rest is history. Ain't love grand and full of humorous and unnecessary details? I met my ex-wife at a party I was at to sell coke. That should have been a dead give away that she wasn't wifey material.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 11, 2014 19:35:13 GMT -5
I am holding things up and people can eat a dick. My stuff will be in later tonight when I get around to finishing it.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 11, 2014 19:33:34 GMT -5
I really think everyone is busting The Roy's ass over nothing. I thought this was a great intro rp. If you people are judging this by what he wrote in his bio then I am surprised by the lack of intelligence. Anyways I thought this was good stuff. I want to see more, I can tell that you know how to write from this here. Metaphors are great, I use them a lot. Keep this up. I think ego is necessary. I can completely understand how it fits with the character, I think that is good to have arrogance in debut rps. It shows confidence, and you would look stupid if you just wrote your character as a **** just to show respect. F~ck that. You don't there respect, just kick their ass and then they will just have to deal with it. I made my bones here by not listening to people's opinions or caring if I rubbed them the wrong way. No where does it say you can't have confidence and ego in your writing. If you don't then don't be here. I like this a lot. Stick around. F~ck the haters. As an rper and Roy's friend from that other fed I can tell you he didn't mean to insult other people's intellect. It's just that we as outsiders from another place have to get use to a different style of roleplay and writing. Fantasy stuff was the norm there and if its not welcome here then just gotta change it up a bit. At the same time watching TNA, WWE we all knew the fantasy stuff wasn't real like we know Undertaker wasn't really shooting lightning, we know we can't really hear what Jeff Hardy as thinking in his "These are my thoughts" promos, but it was entertaining and for the sake of the promo only. I think that is going to be the hardest thing here because it is like oh he has to be an actor because he was using greenscreen, not he is just doing it for promo sake, thats what he meant when he said people are looking too deep into it. I think we all think logically and don't look beyond to see most of this was done for entertainment. He didn't insult anyone's intellect. I am the first one to use dreams and whatnot in rps. The types of rps that have setting-less monologues, or someone's inner thought and using dreams, nightmares, and other fantasy elements, I am a big proponent of. I was the one who pioneered that around here and made it commonplace. Don't sweat that stuff. Keep up the style you have now. The people will adjust, they did when I started and now nearly everyone has those type of elements in there rps around here.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 11, 2014 13:59:33 GMT -5
Post your new character so I can whoop that ass
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 11, 2014 10:38:56 GMT -5
I really think everyone is busting The Roy's ass over nothing. I thought this was a great intro rp. If you people are judging this by what he wrote in his bio then I am surprised by the lack of intelligence.
Anyways I thought this was good stuff. I want to see more, I can tell that you know how to write from this here. Metaphors are great, I use them a lot. Keep this up. I think ego is necessary. I can completely understand how it fits with the character, I think that is good to have arrogance in debut rps. It shows confidence, and you would look stupid if you just wrote your character as a **** just to show respect. F~ck that. You don't there respect, just kick their ass and then they will just have to deal with it.
I made my bones here by not listening to people's opinions or caring if I rubbed them the wrong way. No where does it say you can't have confidence and ego in your writing. If you don't then don't be here.
I like this a lot. Stick around. F~ck the haters.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 8, 2014 20:15:57 GMT -5
"Mailed it in" Only you know the process by which your words get to paper/screen, but if this is mailed in, I can't wait to see the main course. I don't know why, but Tugarin's lines popped into my head in the voice Max Von Sydow did for Vigo the Carpathian in Ghostbusters II. I'm digging this new course. It's a perfect blend of old Kyzer (the scenes with DMK) and something entirely new and unexplored from you, with Tugarin's story. My biggest worry with Tugarin is I over complicate his story. It is the most extensive character story I think I have ever fleshed out with a character.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 8, 2014 17:37:45 GMT -5
This is a lot shorter than anything I think I have ever posted here. I kind of mailed it in because Cam has left and whatnot. But I did do a few things that I wanted to get done to accomplish some own personal goals.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 8, 2014 17:36:03 GMT -5
The Midget and Stacks of Cash Date: 6/1/2014
There isn’t anything sweeter and more cherubic than the face of a smiling, happy, midget. And none are more precious than the face of DMK. He couldn’t be any more smiles after the past few weeks he has had. He sits on his couch staring the stacks of cash that line it. He casually counts the money while watching the latest episode of Hell’s Kitchen. He stops counting briefly while Gordon Ramsey verbally eviscerates one of the chef wannabes. DMK howls with laughter at the scene. His little leg comes up in his fit of laughter and kicks the table knocking cash everywhere.
DMK: Goddammit! F~ck you, Ramsey!
His face quickly changes to anger and rage. He drops off the couch and starts grabbing cash when a knock at the door stops him. He quickly reaches under one of his couch cushions and pulls out one of his many, handguns. He walks towards the door slowly, not expecting company, he is on high alert. He reaches the door, with his gun pointed at it, he calls out.
DMK: Who’s there?
“The Thrall.”
DMK lowers the gun and opens the door. Ducking, to pass through the door frame, Tugarin Zmey enters the home of DMK. DMK shuts the door behind the giant and walks back to the pills of money. Casually tossing his pistol on the couch he goes back to picking up the cash. Tugarin glances around before taking a step towards the little man.
Tugarin: I didn’t find him.
DMK stops and looks up at the man who stands twice as tall.
DMK: You went to all the places that I told you about.
Tugarin: The house was razed to the ground. A pylon of melted iron was the only remnant amongst the rubble. The girl at the university claimed she has not seen him and I discovered nothing at the other locations either.
A mixture of concern and irritation overcomes DMK.
DMK: I guess the next thing we do is go to the brother and see what he knows before we run out of options and have to do something dangerous.
DMK turns back to the money while he ponders his next move. Tugarin stands solemnly saying nothing.
DMK: F~ck, I don’t want to go talk to that fanatic.
He looks up at Tugarin as he picks up the last of the cash and places it on the table.
DMK: We will have to wait to visit him though. That is a trip that is going to take a few days. Until then we will just turn our focus towards the next thing. You next opponent has been announced on our path to fame.
Tugarin: Your path. Fame has no meaning to me.
DMK eyes him strangely and then laughs.
DMK: You are one strange f~ck. You are up against more fresh meat. We need to make our bones against something with a little reputation. This isn’t going to get us anywhere fast. We need to make a name and soon. My associations aren’t going to help us yet.
Tugarin: I will do what I must to accomplish your goals.
DMK: You are the perfect soldier. Why anyone let you go is beyond me, but I am not going to complain. We are the perfect team, my man. You hit ‘em high and I hit ‘em low.
Tugarin: I have no purpose beyond what is given to me.
DMK: I will never understand you or why you are the way you are. But he will be curious if we can find him. He loves mysteries like that and whatnot.
DMK hops back on the couch and starts watching his show again.
DMK: You like Ramsey?
Tugarin glances at the television but none of it means anything to him.
Tugarin: I do not know what a Ramsey is.
DMK: You are missing out bro. He is a Brit who likes to make people cry. It is television gold.
Tugarin: Is there anything else you require?
DMK glances over his shoulder.
DMK:You are good bro. Go do whatever it is you do in your free time, punch babies, kill cats or whatever you Asians do.
Tugarin doesn’t respond instead opting for an immediate exit from the room.
DMK: What a weird f~cker…
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The Legend of the Mongolian Death Worm Part 1 Date 10/--/--
The air hits my face, and I immediately feel that cold burn. Wrapped in furs, my face remains the only exposed area to the elements. Even wrapped, I could still very easily freeze to death. It isn’t anything I haven’t had to deal with before though. These are the elements I grew up in. My feet hit the sand, only slightly sinking in with each step. I have learned how to move briskly over the cold sands over the years. My ears listen for predators that I can’t see in the darkness. I push fast and blind, relying on instincts that I know where I am going. The wind slowly picks up as it begins to howl around me. Cold sand hitting me in the face becomes just another annoyance. The urgency of my task forces me to just push these things out of my mind. I come to a dune and begin the trek up. I start to hear noise on the other side. Not the noise I am expecting either. I push harder, faster. A scream causes my muscles to work harder and my feet to move faster. I am nearly at the top of the dune when the noise stops. I cross the top and leap to expedite my way down. I see a form a little ways from the bottom of the dune lying motionless on the ground. I reach the form and before I can see the face, a familiar scent hits my face. My eyes instantly water at the dreadful thought that enters my mind. It is a woman and she is face down in the sand. My fears are realized even before looking into her eyes. I roll her over and it is exactly like a nightmare.
“Sarangerel…”
Blood pours from a gash across her throat, her eyes lay closed as life has always left her body. A tear rolls down my face. I can’t fathom this; this is all too much at once. Why is she here? Who did this? Who would do this? She was a delicate flower; she was a beacon of light in a world of darkness. For someone to snuff that out, they would have to first remove their soul. I hold her as mourning is starting to hit me. I picture her face as I saw it this morning when I left our camp. What was she doing this far out though? She knew this isn’t a safe area. Suddenly I feel something in the air, instinct tells me that someone is out in the darkness. I lay her head back on the ground and move my hand to the blade on my hip. Movement behind me alerts my senses. I pull the blade and turn on heel to whatever is behind me. I am not quick enough as I turn only to be caught by a blade tearing through the flesh on my face. I stumble backwards as I feel the warm flow of blood begin to pour from the wound. My vision is clouded out of one eye but I can still make out the figure. I take a step forward only to stumble down to my knees. I realize that a knife is sunk in to the hilt in my leg rendering it too weak to support me. The figure stands just far enough away that I can’t see who it is. I hear a laugh before the figure disappears into the darkness. I pull the knife out of my leg as the blood pours even fast from that wound.
“This is not how I am going to perish…”
I say the words aloud hoping they will give me the strength to move. I feel the adrenaline push through my body. I force myself to a standing position before I realize that I am losing feeling everywhere. I take one step forward and crash headfirst into the sand. I feel the blood leaving my body but I cannot do anything to stop it. My muscles won’t respond, my brain tells my arms to move but they don’t. I can only lay there. Sarangerel lies within sight. I can’t even move my head to take my eyes off the heartbreaking sight of her. Soon enough the darkness consumes everything and she fades to black.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 8, 2014 8:22:53 GMT -5
Mine will be up before midnight.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 7, 2014 15:47:59 GMT -5
It looks like it's just me and Kyzer that has turned in from our little storyline. Well mine isn't turned it yet but it will be done before the deadline, which I am going to assume is Sunday since there is a slight snafu on that.
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