oh say can you seeeee by rrhe dawns early niiiight whatbso proudly we haild by the twilights laat gleam

Yes, I understand that the longest thread is in fact the longest thread ever, but that does not render the fact that for a RP to be active you need more than one person. I understand and respect that you want to keep this thread the longest, that does not mean that we con not RP or write on anything else, my last comment was mearly a suggesttion. and I'm sorry if I offended anyone. but again, if anyone where to see this, Boarding school does need more people, so not in comatition anyway, if you would like to join please do.

Hey y'all! Nothing has been happening here lately, so here's a challenge. 

Can we break 2,000?

Easy, right?

Wrong.

You can't write meaningless spam posts. Make storychains, RRs, paintings and pics, crafts and whatnot, as long as it's not random gibberish. 

Why no random gibberish? 

It made someone (not naming names) upset because they thought their thread had been downplayed for a bunch of gibberish and meaningless posts.

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please join this goal and help!

The life of a CBer

A lone CBette found her way through the streets of the Inkwell. The busy city streets were crowded with an assortment of all types of vehicles. A gleaming golden coach passed by, and she withdrew a shiny red apple from her pocket and tossed it to one of the white horses, which caught and ate it in one bite.

She smiled and crossed the street, evidently not fearing being hit by the swift vehicles.

She looked to her left.

The street sign read "Fantasy Lane" and the branches of a giant tree peeked out from behind clusters of apartment buildings wrapped in the embrace of glowing, crystalline vines. 

She smiled wistfully at it and kept walking,  until the sidewalk and three apartment buildings' worth of space melted into a stone amphitheater, with grass in the middle and growing in between the cracks of the stone seats. The street sign read "Soapbox Lane"

The CBette was handed a glossy pamplet by a bundled up newsie.

She opened it and took a seat among the ranks of those huddled on the stone seats and opened her pamplet as the museum curator stepped up on a imitation soapbox and began a speech on CB history.

Inside the pamplet was a glossy picture of Mei-Xue, and an advertisement for 'DEBATES AT SIX'. 

Slightly interested, the CBette read for a moment, then looked at the different events. "Wands down, soapboxes up--a history on our wars and the CBers and CBettes that stopped them." Interesting. 

"Kyngdom -- a speculation." 

The CBette watched the Museum Curator finish the speech and rose with the rest of them, clapping. 

A covered wagon slowed to a stop in front of the amphitheater. The CBette considered this, then passed it off as a crowd of CBers jumped in.

Next came a sleek black limo, then a school bus, but she waited.

There it was.

An airship drifted from the sky, and a rope ladder dangled off of it's brass hull. On the bottom was a giant red seal--"APPROVED IMPORT FROM KYNGDOM" Must be from Sailhaven. I would recognize that design anywhere. She thought as she joined the remaining group climbing up the ladder. Rung...over rung...

She was hoisted up by a helpful hand and found a seat in the rows of seats on the bronze deck. 

A spyglass was thrust into her hands as she found a seat next to a school group of CAPTCHAs.

She lifted the spyglass to her eye and peered down, arranging the alphabet out of street sign names. Admin Road...Bookworm Place...Chirp Center...

A group of drones skimmed the apartment tops and looped in midair, their propellers whirring faintly. The breeze tugged and teased her hair, but she paid no attention. There was the sign for the golden keyhole, where she would be taking to Pudding's Place today.... 

There it was. Covered in a majestic hexagon-patterned sci-fi dome of glass, glistening  

I'm just going to use my monologue I'm using to tryout for the school play...

why, how impolite! I asked him a civil questain and he preteded not to hear me! "I say Mr. White rabbit, where  are you going?" Hmmm. he won't answer, and I do so want to know what he is late for. I wonder if I might follow him, there's no rule that I miyn't go where I please, I-I will follow him. how curious, I never realized how long rabbit holes were.....or how dark......or empty. I must have been falling for at least five minutes, I shall say nothing of falling downstairs, I wouldn't even say anything if I were to fall off the top of the house! how brave they'll all think of me at home. I wonder how may miles I've fallen, I must be getting close to the center of the earth, I wonder if I am to fall straite throught the earth! how funny that would be! oh I think I see the bottom, yess I know I see the bottom, I'm going to hit the bottom, and oh how it will hurt!

PIE PIE MATHAMATICAL PIE 3.14159!! 26535897!!! 93238462... 64338327 not rounded. 

Icy, I'm sorry. For a proper apology, please see my please click thread on CaC.

I walk along the gravel path, dragging my tired legs across the ground, wishing I was somewhere else. I have made a mistake, a hurtful mistake. Please do not take it against me. The girl stands ahead of me blocking my path. She is upset; hurt because of my words. She is shaking her head. 

No

One single word is uttered from her mouth. Many others stand behind her. They know what I did is wrong. And so do I. I close my eyes. A single tear rolls down my cheek.

Will you help us make this the longest thread ever?

Icy whispered.

Yes. I will. 

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Lily, it's okay! We all mess up once in a while, ai and it wasn't that big of a mistake.