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Fire. Fire and craters left in the ground. So many portals to RPs and Solo Writes through which I can only see black smoke and fire. I reach towards the search engine to escape from this dreadful place that was once the best home I'd ever had, only to find it cracked and glitchy. Trapped. There is no way out. Turning, I look at was once the AE ball thread. I turn away just as quickly as I can. I'll never be able to erase that memory. All those wonderful decorations and the hard work put into the thread slowly pixilating into nothingness, adding to the ash covering the ballroom floor. Far away, a dim outline advances slowly through the fog. It's limping, and two wings are dragging brokenly behind the figure. The other two are singed badly. The figure whimpers. My eyes widen.
"Nihil!" Stumbling desperately through the wreckage, I run to my CAPTCHA. She collapses onto my lap. "Nihil, where's Cap?" I ask, burying my face into Nihil's black fur. A lump on Nihil's back moans and slides off of Nihil's back, bloody and torn. The Captain has arrived. I hold them both close for a moment, the fires roaring in our ears. Suddenly, both Nihil and Cap stop breathing. My head shoots up, aware of the absence of breath. "Guys, guys wake up!!" I shout, shaking them. No use. My hands fall into my lap, covered in black soot. I stare at the still bodies of my beloved AE and CAPTCHA. Their bodies tremble, and begin to pixilate. Tears stream down my smoke-stained face as I watch them disappear. The pixils float away as black smoke. I look down. In their places, two Outcast Rune charms, one black, one white, sit. I pick them up gingerly and fasten them to a chain around my neck. Suddenly, pain courses through me and I fall to the ground, unconscious.
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Cber name:
Appearance: Note. Your appearance is now mixed with the appearance if any AEs or CAPTCHAs you have.
What did your AEs/CAPTCHAs turn into?: Note. These objects must be similar in some manner and must also be small enough to carry discreetly on your person.
Which powers do you have now?: These powers came from your AEs and CAOTCHAs, but also something else happened, so now you have a power that is not originally from any of you.
Other:
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I'll post my sheet at a later date. :)
submitted by Rogue Wildling
(November 5, 2018 - 1:05 am)
(November 5, 2018 - 1:05 am)
Thank you rogue! Coyote, yes, yes I can. Okay, so I do actuallly LIKE it, but I just feel like, (As with ALL disney movies) the idea is reallly interesting but could have been handled better. But I like the characters and animation, and the twist was actually unexpected at the end (For me, anyway!).
Of course, Marigold! Who am I to deny you people life? FORWARD!
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Everything hurts. It's a dull, perpetual ache that solidifies into a quick sharp knifeblade of pain every time I move. But that's not important. I will figure out why everything hurts and how to stop it and how I got here later. More important things at hand. I watch silently as several figures rush out of an old Last To Post thread. One of trips, still half in the cave-like thread. People seem to be trying to get out of it, but it's collapsing quickly. Several figures have made it out and are now standing, uncertain, trying to help the others rush out. One of them seems to be heaving someone unconscious out of the Thread, stumbling over the rocks. Should I try to help? Three different opinions quickly present themselves, none of which are mine. Happily, none of them are clamoring for attention, possibly because..... The thought ends quietly in a void of nothingness. I don't really know - mmm, but I might.... I abandon the thought quickly. It's gojgn nowhere. Still undecided, I watch as the figures finish rushing out. It looks like all of them are out, until - "Wait, where's coyotedomino?!" The figure with dark wings shouts, panicked. The LastToPost rumbles more ominously, and already the entire back half of the thread has collapsed. The cracks are quickly moving forward through it, in a few minutes it will likely be entirely destroyed. Two of the figures jump back in, and I decide to stand up and possibly try to get to the Thread.
I slowly try to stand up.
Whump!
Or I could just sit here silently on the nice, soft ground. That works well, too. The figures seem to be arguing. One more of them rushes back into the Thread, probably wishing to rescue the other two from a grisly death of being crushed by half-finished sentences. Yep, I should go help if I can. I feel as if I could probably move fast if I had to... let's concentrate on walking, first. I slowly stand up, my-our-my cloak swishing through the dust. Oh. Well, I hope it's friendly. Wait, that didn't make any sense - Smoke and smog covers most of the sky, but glancing at the sun triggers a dull headache to form. I carefully hobble towards the group of - CBers. Yes. Only a group of CBers could have so many wings and scales. Several other thoughts try to present themselves, but my focus fades away from thinking for now. Especially thinking about who is thinking those thoughts. It's definitely not me.
(January 28, 2019 - 2:21 pm)
I'm dead but writing to yall from the other side,
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I immediately rush back to the thread with Rogue, just in time to see Coyotedomino take a hit from a falling bit of rubble and collapse, groaning in pain. We run over to help him up as the entrance starts collapsing, I raise my wings in an attempt to shield our injured friend but end up exposing myself to falling words and sentences. We make it to the entrance as it collapses, then there's a blinding pain in my back and left wing and the world goes dark for a split second before returning to sharp clarity. I see two figures hunched over in the cloud of dust that surrounds us, I try to get over to them but my back and wings give a burst of pain as I wheel around and see that I'm lying down with my left wing buried in the rubble.
Fear rushes through me but I do not act on it, instead, I call out, coughing a bit as I inhale some of the dust. "Is everyone alright?"
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My computer kept deleting this post so it's a bit short, sorry about that, I'll try to get a longer one soon.
Hi guys!!!
btpz
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TOPPITY TOP TOP! Due to the (Largely) Unspoken rules of CB, I can't really post another thing o' my character's perspective without OTHER PEOPLE (*Gasp*) posting first! So...
Uh.... If, ah, anyone's, just, y'know, mebbe hangin' 'round CB and is like: "Woah yeah this thing still exists, cool" and, uh, doesn't have any super pressing matters, mebbe drop in and, like, uh, post something? Just 'cause it's gettin' a tad quiet here.
'KAY.
(February 7, 2019 - 8:02 pm)
(February 10, 2019 - 1:43 pm)
Me~
I grunt as Darkking sits up and tests his wing out.
"Yeah, coyotedomino and I got you and Chinch out just in time."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Something strikes a chord in my mind.
"Okay, so you know how the Admins were kind of this omnipresent force?" This takes everyone off guard. I hold up a finger, indicating that they should hear me out. "They were the defenders of the CB. We do know that they, too, were a part of the CB, so they, however they are represented, should be around here somewhere." A few nods. "They were probably defeated by whatever did this, so the menace must be extremely cunning and powerful. But, if we can find them and revive them, maybe they can help us." Marigold's forehead furrows, but everyone seems to understand what I'm talking about. Neko reaches out a hand.
"I've had a thought-"
"A dangerous thing to have, Neko." I joke. She smiles.
"Thank you, Sergeant Sarcasm." Neko shoots back.
"I prefer 'Sergeant Snark,' if you will." I reply cooly. Darkking snorts.
"Heh, nice. Anyway, I'm no expert in cartography, but if these ruins aren't mixed up too badly - wait, no they are. Nevermind." Neko has my full attention now.
"Go on, I'm intrigued."
"I was thinking that if the ruins weren't mixed up too badly, then we were probably in Chirp at Cricket, judging by the fact that we were just hiding in the Last to Post." My face lights up. I had been thinking the exact same thing!
"Neko, we could still use that!" A peice of paper and a pen appears in my hands. "We could use where the LTP was as the current center of our map, then enlarge it when we map out the rest of the Areas according to which threads are where!"
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@Admins how many of you are there and what are each of your defining personality traits, if you don't mind me asking?
There's usually two of us. I think any personality traits are up to you! --Admin
(February 11, 2019 - 12:15 am)
Wow, I almost forgot about this! Thanks for topping it, guys! Sorry if I'm controlling anyone's charries in this, by the way. I just like writing dialogue XD Also sorry for the short post but I don't have a lot of time.
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"That's an interesting idea," I say, nodding at Neko and Rogue. "So... once we create the map, where exactly are we going? Are we going to find more CBers? Or should we find the Admins first?"
"I think we should find the Admins first," says Marigold. "I mean, if you guys want to..."
"I think that's a good idea," Darkking agrees.
"What do you think, Sergeant Snark," I ask Rogue.
She punches me in the arm in response to the nickname. "Finding the Admins sounds like a good first step to me," she says.
I turn to Chinchilla, who nods.
"Let's do this!" I exclaim, and start running.
"Um, Winter? We still have to draw the map first, remember," Rogue reminds me.
"Oh, right." I grin sheepishly and return to the group.
Rogue smiles a little and starts on the map.
(February 11, 2019 - 5:45 pm)
Me~
I climb onto the TOP (heh) of the tallest thread I can find, which happens to be the LTE. I note it on my map. Over to the right I see an assortment of RPs, but smack dab in the middle is a few DtE threads, so I mark them accordingly. This shouldn't take long. I look to the left. Pudding's Place picturing threads dot a landscape of This Month. Movement on the right attracts my glance. What I see fills me with despair. What was only moments ago precisely what I drew on my map is now a mountain of Inkwell threads. The CB keeps glitching. It won't stay the same. There's no use for a map. I turn around. Something dark and sinister-looking disappears into the portal to Leafpool's picturing thread and vanishes in the thick smoke the portal is belching. Alarmed, I call down to the others.
"Guys, we're not alone in here."
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(March 14, 2019 - 6:51 pm)
Chinchilla~
Rogue Wildling calls down from her perch; "Guys, we're not alone here." I would be majorly creeped out if it wasn't full daylight. Actually, I'm still majorly creeped out, and so are the others, I think.
"What did you see?" Darkking yells back, essentially voicing what I wanted to say.
One of my ears twitch. I thought I heard some sort of whisper, but Darking's voice masked it....
CBers are so chatty, I would probably only have to wait a second before someone else pipes up and says what I'm thinking. I'm thinking Rogue should get down from there, we should stay together, and also we should maybe try to find some sort of Thread that isn't collapsing in on itself for cover. Also, what is that whispering sound?? Something BAD obviously....
"Uh, I'm thinking you should get down from there, Rogue!" Agent Winter says. "Yeah, we should stay together and also we should maybe find some sort of Thread that isn't collapsing in on itself for cover.", Marigold pipes up. Coyotedominoe also decides to join the mind-reading ranks and says quietly, "Uh, guys, is anyone else hearing whsipering noises...?"
A shriek from where Rogue is silences any more would-be redundant-in-context-of-this-post sentences. Shoot. I glance up to where Rogue was.
Emphasis on was.
(March 16, 2019 - 3:54 pm)
I whirl around to face where Rogue Wildling is, was, only to have a sharp dagger of pain shoot through my head. I put my hands to my temples and bite my lip to keep from crying out, from the coppery tang of blood that fills my mouth I can tell that I just bit through the flesh of my lip. I go a few steps behind the LTE thread and lean against it. There's a soft ringing noise that echos through my ears. Slowly, I look up and see a spike of darkness hurtle towards me, then everything goes black.
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Hi, I'm sick(but I still have to go to school because I have a project that I can't do at home due at the end of the month) and my motivation to do just about anything has been spirited away so I may not do a bunch of posting.
Hope you all are doing better than I am at the moment!
(March 18, 2019 - 11:20 am)