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[JJ]

[Font=Arial][I]In den Wald, Laufer pass auf
An dem Abend des Geisters kommt drauf
Dass deine Gedichten das Atem des Lebens krieg
Und gewinnt damit dem Sieg
Über dein Seele und dein Körper
Nur der, der das Macht hat
Der deine Geschichte fertig liest
Findet der Geheimnes des Walds raus
Und schützt die Seele seine Kammoraden.
- ?Die Legende von Märchenwald, geschrieben auf einem Baum in Jahr 1789?[/i]


October 30, 2005

Friends,

?In the forest, walkers beware? The legend begins. The legend I do not believe in such nonsense, but it makes me feel special to sit here and write this out. As I sit here with seventeen years, I think back on everything I have done.

Every prank I have played on Halloween, all the candy I have eaten, and all the good times my friends and I have been through together. That leads into the second line of the legend, ?On the eve of the ghost?s coming, your stories shall receive the breath of life, and with that, conquer your body and soul.?

That line is what started my plan. In a sense, my plan is the reason I am sitting here writing this letter. If all goes to plan, and my friends don?t catch on, we will finally succeed in bringing the legend to life. I have never wanted something so badly in my entire life, and now, on the edge of becoming a man, I want to make my last childhood Halloween special.

My lust started after my grandmother first told me the legend, adding on the warning, ?The legend is very serious, young man. Never ever, go into those woods. They?re magic.?

I guess you could say seeing magic with my own eyes partly brings about this. I have always needed a solid proof to set my beliefs in, and the thirst for magic seems unquenchable. The books and movies I have read and watched were pointless, only feeding a fire that was already passionately burning.

The most magical part is the ending though, ?Only he who has the power to finish his story will find the secret of the forest, and protect his comrade?s souls.?

Listen to that line! The one with the power will find the secret of forest. My god, it seems like that line is the one propelling me towards what I have planned. If I give too much away and succeed tomorrow night, you all will know of what I have done, and will fear me. I do not want that, so I shall end my letter here, in hopes no one finds it.

Please, do not come looking for us after this letter is read. By that time, I fear, it shall be too late.

With that in mind, I love my family, and do not weep for me. I died searching for the one thing that shall make me happy. I love you all.

Jacob Fest


October 12

Today saw me with the plan. I have finally found the way to getting my friends into the forest. As competitive as we all are, it should not be too hard to get them to go along with a competition.

The only problem there is the competition itself. What kind of competition would fuel their fire enough to get them into the forest, much less telling a story? It finally hit me today. A scary story campfire competition would be something none of them could refuse, if simply on the terms of trying out write one another. Each of us would write a scary story up until the ending, and from there things would begin to happen. I hope that by the time the last person read, the fun would begin. If nothing else, the lure of a trip to Hawaii or Europe will get even some of the more shy people motivated.

This Halloween shall be a night to remember for all, even if it means setting our lives as playing chips.


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Yup, this shall be nothing too strenuous, although if your not going to commit yourself, don?t join. This won?t be a very fast paced one, it?ll move through the chapter system and of course we?ll read everyone?s story before we get off with the rest of the story.

So, you want to join, you?ll need the following.

[B]Name[/B]: Something good. This takes place in Germany, so something along that would be good.;)

[B]Age:[/B] Jacob is 17, go from there.

[B]Appearance:[/B] A picture here is preferred, because you?re writing talent shines through?

[B]Reason for coming along:[/B] Why did you decide to enter? The trip? Being better than someone else? There?s a million more excuses.

[B]Snippet:[/B] Here is where I?ll really be looking. Here I want to see you write a scene in which your character thinks about his/her idea for a story. It doesn?t have to long, but get your point out. Give me something to look forward too. ;)

Well, that?s about it, hopefully by next week we can get this up and going.

Just send me any questions via PM for the time being, and I?ll get a Underground thread up next week.

EDIT: Meh, I'm sorry mods about the non-rating. I hit enter instead of space. It needs a PG [LV] ^_^;;[/font]

[Ellerby]

[color=#333333][b]Name:[/b] Lukas Bahlsen

[b]Age:[/b] Eighteen.

[b]Appearance:[/b] [i]I'll get back to that in a bit. I'm just going to take a picture of myself and use that.[/i]

[B]Reason for coming along:[/B] Lukas decides to enter with the others for one simple reason; [i]he loves to write[/i]. Ever since he was about 13 he has been writing short stories about the oddest things. He shares these stories with his peers and they often enough, love them.

This competition was just another way for him to be inspired to write a story. The best story he's ever written. And it will be better then anyone elses...

[b]Snippet:[/b] [quote][color=#333333]Lukas sat on his swivel chair in his room infront of an empty desk. He bent down and opened a drawer, pulling out a piece of paper. He placed it on the hardwood table and began to jot down notes of various things that may scare the others.

[i]Let's see.. I have; Werewolf, Mummie, Witch and Vampire.. All cliches. Maybe I should do something a bit more.. supernatural.[/i]

Lukas thought for a moment and then started drawing a ghost. This ghost was female and had on a long teared white wedding dress. It's skin was old and crrupt much like a grey zombie. Her hair was a pale blue and went down to her chest in scraggly curls.

[i]Wow. That's creepy.[/i]

The more Lukas observed the picture the more ideas he thought of. He quickly jotted down some more notes on how the ghost or as he had named it; 'The Shireking Lady'. He wrote down how the lady killed each victim making sure to make it as gruesome as possible...[/color][/quote]
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[Sakura]

[b]OOC: [/b]I'm baaaaaaaack! ^__^ Is this the RP you were telling me about?
I may edit the sign up if I can think of anything better.

[font=Arial][color=navy][b]Name[/b]: Katchya "Kat" Valentine

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url="http://img461.imageshack.us/img461/507/0515fx.jpg"]Here[/url], make her look older I guess. She wears a white button down, collared shirt, with a navy blue, pleated skirt, with a white section between each pleat, that reaches just above her mid-thighs with navy blue ribbons in her hair.

[b]Reason for coming along:[/b] Kat decided to enter for two reasons. the most dominant reason was that she's willing to accept a challenge and is competitive, and when Jacob put forth the idea, she jumped in, so as not to go against her usual personality. The second reason of course, is her love for writing, she's a good storyteller and can weave stories well. So besides the fact that it was a competition, she wanted to write the best story so she could beat everyone else.[/color][/font]
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[b]Snippet:[/b] Katchya was perched in her favourite spot, between the high boughs of a tree that stood in a quiet area of the park, beside a small pond. She was lounging, her back leaning against one thick branch, her feet were cross and propped up on another. Her skirt was positioned in such a way that if anyone walked under her, no one would see anything. She made quiet 'thinking noises' as she gently tapped her pen against her chin repetively. A notebook sat in Kat's lap, the current page was blank.

[b]"Hmm...A witch?...Perhaps too cliched." [/b]she mumbled in thought.

Kat scribbled 'witch' down on the paper anyway as she planned the story. She started to think of other things that could happen to a group of characters in a 'magical' forest. Kat wanted her story to be the best out of everyone else's.

Katchya started to hum a tune that she made up on the spot and sat up quickly with a grin on her face, she furiously wrote on the notebook, making a few pages of messy notes. She had inspiration and she was sure it would make a good story, may have been used before, but she believed she could revive it.

Katchya finished her notes and stood in the tree, leaping down and running back to her house so she could start drafting the story.
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[JJ]

[Font=Arial]Well, signups are looking good so far. ^__^

I'll be leaving them open until Sunday, in which case they will close, and Moday, the 31st, shall see the opening chapter. ^_^

So the Accepted List as of now 26.10.05

[B]Sakura-Katchya[/B]
[B]Lrb-Lukas[/B]
[B]^.^-Jacob[/b]

Yup, let's see some more signups! *throws confetti*[/font]

[DragonBlood]

nice...and different

Name: Edward D. Hendrix (Eddy)

Age: 17

Appearance: Will edit in

Reason for Coming along:

Eddy likes writing...and this is a reason to write, a reason to force his mind to collect all of his wandering thoughts and put them into one story.

Snippet:

"Hum...let's see." Eddy murmured as he stared at the blank page in his sketch book, his pencil weaved its way above the paper, but he didn't draw yet. He drew a line, looked at it, erased it. "No, hum...this way." He drew another line. "Uh hum and..." he trailed off as he begain to draw the folds of a cloak, and then within he invisioned the creature...but he couldn't get it onto the paper. The idea was far to complex, to random, he would give this character more thought later...for now he had what he needed. He begain to write scribbled titles above the few lines he had to represent his beast. 'Reapers watch' 'Sin rise' 'Serim' "Thats him." he drew an arrow to the figure, "Serim...hum...what makes you tick Serim?"