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thusia2013-03-01 04:48 pm
hoards_it_up) wrote in thusia2013-03-01 04:48 pm
Entry tags:
Draftee Letters/Gifts & Paranoia Curse
Who: Anyone
When: Day 122, noon
Where: Out on the hill
What: Letters, Draftees, lots of junk, and Good-Enders
[Out on the grass today there seems to have been a junk explosion. Littering the area is baskets of all kinds of jerky and salted meats, coils of cords and rope, a collection of hatchets, leather skins, bundles of sticks in all kinds of lengths, more containers of assorted nuts, piles of cleaned bones, carrying bags of all kinds, matches and flints, swiss army knives, various canteens filled with water, or in unfortunate cases, urine... and on and on.
Amongst the assortment of items, there may be some that seem out of place, carefully picked out from the rest of the objects and left in their own pile. Bits of paper or carved slabs of bark, perhaps other objects that are less about having a use and more about conveying a message...
Off to the side from all this sits a pile of grass, some cheerful flowers sticking out of it here and there. The pile of grass seems to have finally found amongst its collection a couple lists of people: one written up as physical descriptions for the most part though some have names accompanying them, the other just a bunch of slightly crinkled photos, much like some print out version of the list of draftees in the God Directory.
He flips through the pages, muttering to himself.]
Hrm hrm, too wimpy. Too independent. Still in trainin'... This one's too nomadic. No good, no good, no good. This one's usin' skills that can't be taught ta others... Hrmmmm...
Guess we're gonna be startin' real small.
((ooc: DRAFTEES that didn't end up playing in the draftee visiting event but want to leave something like a letter or a gift for CR active in the game can do so HERE. Feel free to do so at any time while this post is still on the first page of the network, even after the event ends. It would be best if they marked it with their own name or the name of the person it's meant for.
Anyone trying to take his other stuff will be cursed with a feeling of paranoia about one's survival: e.g. not having enough food stored up, not having a secure enough shelter even if their apartment is plenty secure, needing to carry water on them at all times, etc. This effect will get worse the more stuff they take, but will wear off in about a day or two unless it is truly wanton thievery. They do keep the item they stole.
If anyone wants Dathusropi I will respond SLOWLY when I have the time, as I have a paper to write. This post will be used later for our first two good-enders, Noric and Xavier.))
When: Day 122, noon
Where: Out on the hill
What: Letters, Draftees, lots of junk, and Good-Enders
[Out on the grass today there seems to have been a junk explosion. Littering the area is baskets of all kinds of jerky and salted meats, coils of cords and rope, a collection of hatchets, leather skins, bundles of sticks in all kinds of lengths, more containers of assorted nuts, piles of cleaned bones, carrying bags of all kinds, matches and flints, swiss army knives, various canteens filled with water, or in unfortunate cases, urine... and on and on.
Amongst the assortment of items, there may be some that seem out of place, carefully picked out from the rest of the objects and left in their own pile. Bits of paper or carved slabs of bark, perhaps other objects that are less about having a use and more about conveying a message...
Off to the side from all this sits a pile of grass, some cheerful flowers sticking out of it here and there. The pile of grass seems to have finally found amongst its collection a couple lists of people: one written up as physical descriptions for the most part though some have names accompanying them, the other just a bunch of slightly crinkled photos, much like some print out version of the list of draftees in the God Directory.
He flips through the pages, muttering to himself.]
Hrm hrm, too wimpy. Too independent. Still in trainin'... This one's too nomadic. No good, no good, no good. This one's usin' skills that can't be taught ta others... Hrmmmm...
Guess we're gonna be startin' real small.
((ooc: DRAFTEES that didn't end up playing in the draftee visiting event but want to leave something like a letter or a gift for CR active in the game can do so HERE. Feel free to do so at any time while this post is still on the first page of the network, even after the event ends. It would be best if they marked it with their own name or the name of the person it's meant for.
Anyone trying to take his other stuff will be cursed with a feeling of paranoia about one's survival: e.g. not having enough food stored up, not having a secure enough shelter even if their apartment is plenty secure, needing to carry water on them at all times, etc. This effect will get worse the more stuff they take, but will wear off in about a day or two unless it is truly wanton thievery. They do keep the item they stole.
If anyone wants Dathusropi I will respond SLOWLY when I have the time, as I have a paper to write. This post will be used later for our first two good-enders, Noric and Xavier.))
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