Exitium
06-14-2003, 07:26 PM
RULES:
I. Try and be fair, not to mention realistic with your actions people and, erm, things.
II. Only I may edit the outcome of your actions if they reflect upon PCs or NPCs (People who play and characters I create, respectively.)
III. Try and act like a middle-schooler if you are playing that as your PC. If not, do try and act like a very disgruntled teacher if you choose to be one. Ask Arctic_Wolf on instructions if you choose to be a Eastern Hemispheric teacher.
IV. Well, I still haven't awnsered the, "What in the Hell is this!?" questions yet, so here I go. Improvised Storytelling is something like a interactive story where you play a character and I (God), will moderate the story. You write your actions in fruitful detail and I decide your fate. Call me a Game Master (GM) if you want, although God is also acceptable. What? Don't like me being God? Okay, okay; Just call me, "Lord Exitium" or, "Exitium the Destroyer." Either are fine.
Amendment I: You choose your own teachers (In the case that you are a student) and their personalities. Not to mention your own period subjects.
Ahem. . .
Watermill Middle School is a rather nice school in the town of Watermill, if you couldn't have guessed. This lovely little suburb lies within the outskirts of the little known city called Indianapolis (Which is in Indiana, U.S.A. if you must know). Everyone there, of course, speaks English. Although, the growing number of Mexican immigrants within the past years have since increased the number of Spanish speaking residents as well. Ah, yes, back to the school. The school itself is surrounded by the lovely remnants of what used to be one of the largest forests in the United States wilderness. They have since then, however, declined due to the heavy logging industry that the White Men brought with them when they landed some two hundred years ago.
The red brick exterior with the white framed windows gave the school a rather lovely appearance, and the blue and/or white uniforms of the angry teenage scum that attented this school gave it a very quaint feeling, wouldn't you say? It happened to be the boring month of May, with the date striking at the number one. The birds were singing, the bees were collecting nectar and spreading pollen and the trees were, erm, greening. It was Monday, perhaps one of the most loathed days of all, and the attendees of the school slothed their way towards their classrooms as they arrived via yellow bus or car (Although SUVs were, strangely enough, not uncommon.). Whether it be the nerds or the jocks, they all sat in their respective streets and day-dreamed before the final bell rang as their disgruntled and frustrated teachers passed out papers or sat idle at their desks to begin their day.
There are many interesting things going on today. First of all, the year is 2005. A rather unremarkable year with no technological advances. Although, we must give note to China for landing on the moon. Secondly, something unusual was going to happen. Something that would traumatize the childrens' minds and shake them like Jello in an earthquake. They, however, were oblivious as it was. They were too busy concentrating on how to get that blonde to go with them at the dance or how in the Hell they could pass that math test during fifth period. Finally, every student and teacher has a story to tell. Whether it be unremarkable or obscure in details, they all had one to tell. Although, that annoying Speech Teacher really has nothing to tell at all. Roll of the dice I guess. . .
I. Try and be fair, not to mention realistic with your actions people and, erm, things.
II. Only I may edit the outcome of your actions if they reflect upon PCs or NPCs (People who play and characters I create, respectively.)
III. Try and act like a middle-schooler if you are playing that as your PC. If not, do try and act like a very disgruntled teacher if you choose to be one. Ask Arctic_Wolf on instructions if you choose to be a Eastern Hemispheric teacher.
IV. Well, I still haven't awnsered the, "What in the Hell is this!?" questions yet, so here I go. Improvised Storytelling is something like a interactive story where you play a character and I (God), will moderate the story. You write your actions in fruitful detail and I decide your fate. Call me a Game Master (GM) if you want, although God is also acceptable. What? Don't like me being God? Okay, okay; Just call me, "Lord Exitium" or, "Exitium the Destroyer." Either are fine.
Amendment I: You choose your own teachers (In the case that you are a student) and their personalities. Not to mention your own period subjects.
Ahem. . .
Watermill Middle School is a rather nice school in the town of Watermill, if you couldn't have guessed. This lovely little suburb lies within the outskirts of the little known city called Indianapolis (Which is in Indiana, U.S.A. if you must know). Everyone there, of course, speaks English. Although, the growing number of Mexican immigrants within the past years have since increased the number of Spanish speaking residents as well. Ah, yes, back to the school. The school itself is surrounded by the lovely remnants of what used to be one of the largest forests in the United States wilderness. They have since then, however, declined due to the heavy logging industry that the White Men brought with them when they landed some two hundred years ago.
The red brick exterior with the white framed windows gave the school a rather lovely appearance, and the blue and/or white uniforms of the angry teenage scum that attented this school gave it a very quaint feeling, wouldn't you say? It happened to be the boring month of May, with the date striking at the number one. The birds were singing, the bees were collecting nectar and spreading pollen and the trees were, erm, greening. It was Monday, perhaps one of the most loathed days of all, and the attendees of the school slothed their way towards their classrooms as they arrived via yellow bus or car (Although SUVs were, strangely enough, not uncommon.). Whether it be the nerds or the jocks, they all sat in their respective streets and day-dreamed before the final bell rang as their disgruntled and frustrated teachers passed out papers or sat idle at their desks to begin their day.
There are many interesting things going on today. First of all, the year is 2005. A rather unremarkable year with no technological advances. Although, we must give note to China for landing on the moon. Secondly, something unusual was going to happen. Something that would traumatize the childrens' minds and shake them like Jello in an earthquake. They, however, were oblivious as it was. They were too busy concentrating on how to get that blonde to go with them at the dance or how in the Hell they could pass that math test during fifth period. Finally, every student and teacher has a story to tell. Whether it be unremarkable or obscure in details, they all had one to tell. Although, that annoying Speech Teacher really has nothing to tell at all. Roll of the dice I guess. . .