Happy Halloween, avid readers! (for those who celebrate it, of course!)
Even if you don't, there's plenty of ways to enjoy the holiday here at RPA! We've planned not one, not two but three competitions this month in the spirit of the spookiest month of the year;
Looking forward to pouring on the fake blood and putting in those rubber fangs? So are we! The Show Your Freak Side costume contest is back, so make sure to take some pictures of your best Zombie/werewolf/witch side to enter!
And what would Halloween be without some sticky fake spiderweb and a severed hand on the doorhandle? We want to see your house dressed it's best too, in the Haunted-est House scary decor competition! Whether it's a pumpkin carving or a sheet with holes cut in it, we want to see your demonic decorations!
And of course, that integral part of this out of the ordinary occasion - the spooky story. But whose got the best one of all? Enter your short stories in our themed writing competition - Attack of the Creepy Pastas!
Entries close for all three contests on October 30th, so go get typing and taping!
In other breaking news, this month we're celebrating a very special member! If you haven't congratulated her yet, make sure to go give a big hoo-neigh! to Elizabeth 16, our Member of the Month for October!
Ahhh, October. The smell of fresh bat poop in the air, the comforting cackle of a witch in the distant darkness as you toss and turn in your bed, trying to sleep despite the growing suspicion that something is lurking underneath your bed... or was that it, there - behind your closet door? Whatever your favourite, October is the month for scary stories. Lucky for you, RPA has a little something horrible for everyone;
You fought the law, and the law won...
A slice-of-life tale with horrific possibilities; Welcome To Hell follows the daily lives of the inmates at Death Valley Penitentiary, a privately owned prison whose Guards are just as corrupt as the inmates... and that's not to mention the Warden. Will the denizens of this dingy dump succeed in their quest for rehabilitation? Or have they just entered a hell worse than the one they left, destined to leave even more broken than before... or not at all? Only one way to find out; get reading! Here's a taste of the IC;
Originally Posted by Juicesir
"Fresh meat, comin' in!"
Hand over your personal belongings. Shower. Change into your uniform. Get processed. Put in a three man cell. Wait. And then you enter the whole of it.
Fresh meat, they said. Garrett could feel the rancid breath in the air, the sweat clinging to the walls. That damp smell of a lived in space that's been occupied for too long. He felt it on him, and in him. He hated it.
This wasn't some upscale place. This wasn't white collar as he had tried to negotiate for. This was prison prison, and he was an inmate. Convict. Just another black man in the shuffle.
Already the slurs could be heard. In life, they'd always been whispered or half-glimpsed. They were never outright, no. That would be improper. But propriety was vanished in this place; here was only property. Property of the state, of other people, of gangs and affiliations. He didn't want any part of it. He went about his business, trying to find his cell.
Blocked by a large man. Another African American. Some big, tall brute with tattoos. He just looked at Garrett. Little Garrett, who was for all intents and purposes a guppy here. He looked back, and tried to just skirt around. Blocked again.
If supernatural stories are more your style, Viral Corps might be right up your alley - a twist on the old favourite; the Zombie Apocalypse. Who hasn't thought up a plan of action, just in case? But these aren't your run of the mill, mindless, slobbering drones..
When the human race discovered, finally, the path to endless life, how could they resist taking it? But for everything, there is a price - and this time, the price was a dire one. 64 years on, eighty percent of the earth's population are what have been titled 'Lariv's Corpses,' retaining their intelligence and aptitude, but now with only one desire; to eliminate all living humans.
Check out Beta's hot guide to the joined effort of two players (or more) into one post. Beta describes a collaborative post like this:
Originally Posted by Beta
A collaborative post is a post made using the efforts of two or more players. For example... say My character and another player's character were fighting. I would PM my initial post to them, rather than post it in the thread. They would remove the "Quote" tags and then type their character's reaction and/or counter. This would continue for a few turns back and forth until such time as we saw it sufficient. Then one of us would post it. Usually, a collab is posted by the person who starts it.
All in all, a collaborative post is a great way to test your character against another, brainstorm with your fellow players, and develop your skills as a Play-by-Post RPer and even as a Play-by-Post fighter.
Joined efforts to create fun and wonderful improved writing.
Be sure to check his thread here, and get some more questions for him if you have any.
Up-and-coming RP's, just waiting for you!
The year is 1861, and America is divided into two nations. The American Civil War has begun and now the fight each just cause is beginning. The Northern Union states fight for liberty and freedom for the slaves, while the Southern Confederation fights to keep slaves in chains. Choose your side and relive some of the most gruesome battles fought on American soil.
The actions players take on the battlefield will change the course of history as the war goes on. Major battles can be turned to victory for the opposite side as one musket can rule in their favor. The book is history is now in your hands. It's your decision to re-write it.
Deep in a Japanese forest by the mountains there is a school. The Ninja School. Where ninja and kunoichi are trained to their fullest capacity. The teachers of course are also ninja and kunoichi as well. The Ninja School was founded right after a huge war between ninja clans and tribes. It seems peaceful now... It is peaceful now. Even though students and the teachers must go through harsh training in the school. Some people believe another war might be upon them and thats why the school was founded.
Ether way, it's a role-play that takes place in a high school setting. Though their won't be much 'highschoolng' going on about. The role-plays about ninja and kuniochi and stuff. The fights they might get into, the war that could be upon everyone, and the fact that everyone could die. So join now! Be a ninja or a kunoichi or a ninja or kunoichi teacher or something!
You wake up in a cage, various creatures, some you recognize, and many that you don't, surround you, along with a handful of other people. Your entire memory of earth has been wiped clean, a man named 'Axel' explains that you are here because of a bet between an alien race-known as Pinheads- and their colleagues. And what's worse? You're part of a survival experiment, and worse yet, you are breeding stock. But your old home, earth, has been destroyed, so they basically drop you off on a new home planet, and just say "Best of Luck." and the most you can do is take your supply bags and do as you're told.
Welcome back my delicious readers. I'm really thrilled to write my wonderful column during one of the best times of the year, Halloween; The time when monsters awake and zombies walk free....
And annoying children at my door's step...
I just moved in after an angry mob of parents signed a petition to get me out of my former apartment, but that does not mean plans are not in motion for revenge.
At last I can go out as I am and gather treats of candies as I rebuild my new candy house!
As I set my plans in motions, I will leave you with this wonderful song and this cool meme I found while browsing the net. Of course, you shouldn't believe everything you read on the net... Just saying.
Until next time!
Have you checked out this awesome thread of goods called Midori's Doodles? Well you should!!
Not only talented with awesome pictures but drawing the signature! how neat is that?!
And just so you see we are not making it up, we brought some beautiful treats of epicness for you to see, just click the spoiler tag for the awesomeness.
Signatures are a big part of our self-expression here on RPA - here are some of my favourite spooky sets I've spotted around the forums lately;
created by Hayabusa and worn by Merry Gentry
worn by Whimsical Wail
worn by Omac16
But the awesome doesn't stop with sets! In this editions featured Request Shopyou can get your very own original character images! Gone is the problem of not being able to find a good enough match on google images; just pop into -Dark- Character Creation and darkdreamer253 will draw you up someting amazing! Here's some examples of their awesome work -
Spoiler: by darkdreamer253
by Frog Princess
With summer coming to a close and fall quickly approaching, I wanted to intertwine that theme with this month's recipe. The thought of warm, cinnamon apples on the stovetop seemed enticing, and sure enough the cinnamon scent that filled my home was the perfect combination. So when the weather gets colder, bake up some cinnamon apples! They are perfect for pie fillings as well, mmmm.
1. 1-2 Large Red Delicious Apples
1. Wash the apple[s], then peel them and wash again. De-core the apple either with a knife or an apple corer. Most apple corers will automatically cut the apple into equal slices as it de-cores it, but if not then just split the apple into half from the top side, and then the halves into half again.
2. Cut the quartered apples, length wise, into thin strips. Either that or you can cut them into cubes, whichever you prefer.
3. In a non-stick skillet, add one-two tablespoons of butter. Allow butter to melt, and then slowly add in the apples.
4. Allow the apples enough time to soften (usually takes about 10-12 minutes or so), and then sprinkle some cinnamon sugar all over the apples. I like mine rather cinnamony, so I usually add quite a bit. Allow to cook a few additional minutes to make sure that the apples are rather soft and cooked through, stirring occasionally.
~Recipe Note: If you want to make a glaze for the apples, simply add in a bit of syrup during the cooking process. Not too much as the maple will overpower the apples and the cinnamon, but just enough will remind you of apple pancakes…so good!
Imp: Alrighty! So, much like how the internet has become, welcome to the Laughing Stock selection with Kiki and myself!
Kiki: Well there's an entrance if I ever did see one.
Imp: I try. I'm surprised I still have this position, tbh. G apparently loves this. So, speaking of such a person, she's released a savory piece of the 2014 RPA Awards! She even did the animation and writing for it!
Kiki: Indeed she did. I was surprised by the video, actually. I thought the staff were just keeping us in suspense forever.
Kiki: And I never thought I would hear some of their voices. G is adorable. Luci is well... would it be super weird to say that his voice is attractive?
It's super weird, isn't it?
Imp: I suppose one could say it is attractive, as for weird? possibly so as well, but I'm likely the odd one out.
Kiki: Many have skipped the video to get to the awards!
BE PATIENT PEOPLE
Imp: I just mostly wanted to kill them all, mainly G for the fact that my previous Laughing Stock was based around the Awards that did not yet exist!
Kiki: that was some prime animation they missed
She stole your thunder, dawg.
Imp: That it was! Watch it, Disney! G Studios is on the way! and that she did
I had some awards I created for some members. Would you like to see them, Kiki?
Kiki: Obviously. They'd be coming faster than the original RPA Awards did.
Will this include Kris as a giant rose looking creature?
Imp: Sadly no. Nothing animated, just all written in the simplest and saddest form; through my writing skills and humor.
Firstly, Member most likely to be eaten?
Kiki: Haha, well done. Won't be so lucky then.
Imp: Don't you dare 1-Up me. =_=
Just kidding of course. Onto the next one
Kiki: Can I 7-Up, you?
SEND OUT THE NEXT AWARD
Imp: Best fake Australian accent?
Kiki: The only Aussie I know is Jarms. And that's obvious.
Are we sure V isn't just posing as an Australian?
Imp: He could be lying to us about near everything and likely is a cactus with a fake Australian accent.
Who knows? We'll investigate such matters later
Member who likely doesn't know the cold-war ended?
Imp: I try not to look.
Member likely to be endorsed by Bailey's and to have a mangina? Old Gregg
Kiki: Easy now, fuzzy little man peach.
Imp: And another one:
RPA's Mossad agent?
It was actually a process to think up an award for her based on her religion and location and this is the best we could come up with
Kiki: Haha, oh dear. The giant rose Mossad agent.
Imp: Most Absent Admin?
Kiki: Awww, nooo. I hope to meet this person, THE CREATOR.
Imp: Maybe... on facebook!
Achieved so much on RPA but not in the Real World?
Kiki: Have we achieved a lot? Hmmm.
Imp: I like to pretend I have
Oh! I won an award! The Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge award!
Just for finding a sexual innuendo out of the most innocent of things, even
Kiki: You did! Congratulations.
Sexual innuendos are important. Your award is noteworthy.
Imp: I feel that I did deserve it and I hope to keep it for years to... come? heheheheh
and that they are, Kiki!
Kiki: I somehow knew that joke was... coming.
Imp: The chat-based delay is terrible here. lol
Just for a taste for everyone, I suggested to G a long time ago that if she made an ask thread or something about her, that she call it... the G-spot
Perhaps every Laughing Stock edition, we'll show the masses just who deserves what.
What award would you like to hold onto pridefully?
Kiki: The G-spot also sounds like a sex lounge.
I don't know what Award I would deserve...
Imp: Hmmm. Something to ponder later!
Now, you posted a grand Too Soon joke which I will post here. Do you have any others at random?
I'm actually going to go ahead and declare you master of Too Soon jokes since I don't see anyone else making them on RPA.
Kiki: Haha, I don't know whether to be proud or mortified.
I did have another, but it's awful.
Imp: ditto over that. BUT I brought some images I'd like to use more often. Now, some of these have passed us in years, but still, I find them hilarious and so here they are: One
Grade them as you see fit
Kiki: Hahaha, that's amaaazing
I like it, it doesn't offend anyone directly.
Imp: Alright. Let's get a little deeper with the Second
Kiki: Oh my goshhhhh, haaaaa.
His ass is going to JAIL.
Imp: which is the better one, do you think, Queen of Too Soon jokes?
Kiki: Oh my god, Imp, oh nooo I mean, well. Shit.
The first one is definitely on point
But that second one is pretty good too.
Imp: Understood! Will def. use the first on FB
Well, thanks for the help!
Kiki: Oh goodness. Someone is bound to be offended.
Imp: I guess we'll end the Laughing Stock on this note... or maybe a montage of cute kittens doing funny things!
Kiki: Definitely cue the kittens.
Imp: Who knows with me. Anyway, thank you so much for joining me, Kiki. You don't know how lonely it is here on the Tribune O_O
Kiki: I would be glad to join you again!
Imp: btw, how goes that interview with G?
I would try to help you further with winning G over on the idea but let's just say my mouth is sore. >_>
I only wrote to her to ask her to come aboard which she said sure
Imp: Wow! and to think of what I went through for the position... or should I say, positions? No wait. that's terrible.
BRING ON THE KITTIES!
Spoiler: Here we go!
"This is it, Gin! The last round of Wipeout: Staff Addition."
"That’s right! Paving the way to the final round is none other than Kris and Cpt. Vee. They showed quite the struggle in the previous rounds but accomplished much!"
“By much, we mean getting them messy over nothing more than a text-based ev-“
“SHHH! It’s starting! Ahem…Kris and Cpt. Vee enter the swampy arena, but on opposite sides. At least fifty yards of rough murky water terrain separate them along with other intricate environmental pieces. The many cameras across the field gain different vantage points of the contestants and what they have to deal with such as hillbilly zombies who have a taste for incest and plaid.”
“Wait, I thought we had another setup in mind! Like a major conflict like a world war three scenario?”
“Eh, no. The price to buy several nuclear missiles was too costly for the RPA budget. So, I purchased a zombie virus and ticket to Arkansas and looked what I amassed!”
"Grand choice, Gin."
From the fetid waters rise a hundred of stereotypically dressed hillbilly zombies with rigor mortis setting in. They clamor from the thick muck and are lead to the two contestants.
“Alright, you two, random weapons lay about the arena, mostly in the center. Get hunting!” Gin excitedly announced.
The two were shocked by the amassing undead horde and quickly took to looking about the area. Kris looks to her left and through the fog, spots a broken down pickup truck with a corpse of a straw-hat overalls-wearing male hanging out of the driver-side window. Racing over and escaping the grasp of an undead Ellie Mae lookalike, Kris climbed into the back of the truck to find a sturdy pitchfork and scrambled to the front of the vehicle to see what else she could find.
Meanwhile, Vee is busy having fisticuffs with the zombies. “Go find a weapon, you damn Aussie!” Gin then puts a spotlight on a nearby weapon which happens to be a shotgun holstered inside a corpse’s anus. Vee dashes over and manages to pickup the entire thing, cocking the gun and then spattering gore all over the water-logged undead. “No! You were supposed to pull the shotgun out of the corpse! Not use it as some additional ammo!” Imp simply face-palms the moment.
“Maybe we should have an Australian themed map?” Imp ponders the possibilities to his partner.
“That would make for a harsh arena since everything there wants to kill you as well as the weather.”
"Perfect penal colony."
Cameras jump back to Kris who finds a hunting rifle(complete with sling!) in the cab of the truck. Now wielding two weapons, she sets out to use the rifle to clear a path where a green flare has been placed. The zombies were obviously brain-dead and shuffled about the arena once their prey had vanished from sight. This allowed Kris to sneak around and silently kill any needed with her pitchfork while Vee’s gunshots drew some attention as well. “Stupid zombies.” She whispered.
After quickly running out of ammo, Vee proceeded to bash the brains in of the zombies closing in until one grabbed him and pulled him to the muddy earth. Before the others in the mob could join in, Imp’s voice cut into the moment. “No! Dammit! This isn’t how it was supposed to go. How hard is it to just fight off only a hundred zombies when you can just sneak around and stealth kill…. You know what? Screw it. I’m not having Vee die like this.” An ethereal light beamed down around the Aussie and removed the zombies within the bright light. Actually, only few zombies in the map remained while about most were removed. This gave the contestants the advantage to charge for the center and finally meet.
“I was hoping for something a little more well-orchestrated, Imp.”
“Silence!” Imp slammed his fist down on the computer console from frustration.
"I see we haven't gotten that shipment of douchebags in yet for your sandy nether regions."
Through the parting fog emerged Kris and Vee. They looked over one another, dirtied with mud and blood. “This arena ain’t big enough for the two of us, Vee.” Kris remarked. “Actually, it is.” Gin intervened. Vee only responded by raising his shotgun to Kris’ face. Apparently he found some extra shells.
“No, Vee! You can’t! We… we must work together to stop their evil.” She pointed the pitchfork up to the observation tower where Imp and Gin sat enjoying a cup of hot cocoa. “They are the true evil behind all this. We need to stop this show before more I forced into it’s poorly made setup and wordplay.“
“I don't recall doing any wordplay?” Gin looked to Imp with concern.
“We’re friends, aren’t we? Come, drop that weapon. The only way to defeat them is by not killing at all. Their show will be removed from the Tribune and all existence.” Kris continued to urge the little Aussie.
Vee looked to her and then to his 12g shotty. “…right, fuck you, then!” Vee fires a barrage of pellets at Kris but has his shotgun pushed aside with her pitchfork. “I’ll fuck your shit up, Vee! “ What was once a seemingly kind person, Kris went complete south; the deep south.
The two continued to go at it, Vee firing shots but missing as Kris hooked his weapon with her pitchfork until finally disarming him and knocking him backwards. “Now, finish him!” Gin shouted over the loudspeaker.
With a devious smile, Kris plunged the tool down, piercing Vee’s side as he tried to roll away. With a swift kick, he launched her a few feet away before running to his shotgun, only to find the last round had been spent. Kris surprisingly had her rifle and fired a round at Vee, hitting him in the shoulder. Convenient for him, she didn’t know how to properly work a bolt-action rifle and so the Israeli cursed his name and tossed the rifle aside. Too fatigued to run, Vee only stood to face her down.
“I’ll enjoy my reward after winning this hellish game, Vee.” Kris took up her pitchfork and accurately threw it at him, what seemed like a kill shot into the chest was quickly mistaken as Vee spun to the side and caught the bloodied tool and threw it back, impaling her heart and nailing her against a tree with surprising force. Kris was finished as she was motionless while being pinned to the tree while blood dripped from her bottom lip. Everything was silent for a minute or two as Vee gripped his wounds and looked over the ghost of his former friend. Then, victory music filled the arena and confetti fell from an unknown source.
Gin and Imp teleported next to the suddenly healed Vee. “Ya know, I never thought the Aussie would win, Gin.”
“I know, you kept going on and on about it through the entire Wipeout game.”
“Right. I’ll just shut up. Anyway, congrats, Vee! You’ve won the very first Wipeout! For that, we’re handing over this giant Rice Krispies sculpture of Gin’s very masculine Scandinavian face. Don’t ask why, but uh… there you go. Have fun and don’t eat it all at once!”
“Yeah, that marks the end of the first Wipeout. I guess we’ll just leave now." Gin looks satisfied with the footage they received and more.
“Yep! Later, skater!" Imp and Gin then teleport away and leave Vee to find his own way out. He throws the sculpture into the mud and curses their names but takes Kris’ corpse with him for any additional wants to satisfy on his journey home...
Next likely Wipeout theme? We don't know. You decide!
Check out my Character Bonanza! I have all kinds of characters there for you to browse and admire.
Add me on Xbox Live! Gamertag: Beta the Great
Spoiler: Character Power Tiers!
Tier 1: Basic Humans. Minimally trained. Think a bar fight or back-alley brawl.
Tier 2: Trained Warriors. Skilled and equipped with weapons. Think Samurai or Grunt Soldiers
Tier 3: Elite Fighters. Powerful Characters that have access to high-tech attacks or simple magic.
Tier 4: This is where basic humans rarely tread. At this level, magic and high tech stuff is common
Tier 5: Characters at this level are capable of causing high damage to their surroundings.
Tier 6: Fights between players of this level may damage or destroy most unfortified buildings
Tier 7: Battles between characters may result in a destroyed city or two.
Tier 8: Long-term damage to the planet that is fought upon is not beyond possibility.
Tier 9: Goku, Superman, Galactus, Doomsday, Hulk, Etc.
"HAS ANYONE SEEN A BROWN ASS BITCH ROUND THESE PARTS? I'MMA FUCK HIM." -me, in Seattle, looking for Soul
Originally Posted by Ephinea
"let me get tuned in to the beta show"
Originally Posted by Pheasant and I over Skype
[9:34:45 PM] Pheasant: apparently namekian crabs are Jamaican
[9:34:52 PM] Beta: Indeed.
[9:35:07 PM] Pheasant: dats cris yah
[9:35:28 PM] Beta: Cris be a namekian spirit crab?
[9:36:28 PM] Pheasant: nah quashi, a namekian spirit crab be kris, reespek
Originally Posted by SikstaSlathalin
"Stand down Doom, Storm is like Beta. He never loses"
Originally Posted by Siks and Koti over Skype
[11:06:25 PM] Siks: Haha I wonder what a Bugbear's bedside manner is like?
[11:06:57 PM] Keeper: buggy, at best
Originally Posted by Stormwolf and I over Skype
[3:18:45 AM] Stormwolf: go on youtube, find your favorite book on tape, and listen to who an author describes someone.
[3:18:59 AM] Beta: I'll describe your girlfriend with my dick.
[3:19:09 AM] Stormwolf: prickasso?
[3:19:14 AM] Beta: .................................................. ..
Originally Posted by Dawscombine and I over Skype
[5:18:10 PM] Beta: Have some anime trash.
[5:19:00 PM] Beta: Before you ask, no... I do not know what Japan's fucking problem is.
[5:19:12 PM] Daws Combine: Problem?
[5:19:17 PM] Daws Combine: I say genius
[5:19:39 PM] Beta: Racehorse girls that are idols and also lesbians?
[5:19:47 PM] Beta: Sounds like I should kill myself.
[5:20:01 PM] Daws Combine: Sounds like I should take my dick out RIGHT NOW
[5:20:20 PM] Beta: You wonderful weeaboo trash, you.