Writing is a powerful thing.
You don't know me, but you probably know my books. I've written many bestsellers over the years, but lately, people- characters- like you haven't been cooperating too well. You see, I need you to work with me, or I'll have to make you.
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You live a normal life, until one day, you're transported into another world. You've been placed in a horror book, but you don't know it. A voice is booming from the sky, telling you what you say and do. Do you follow this voice or disobey? What will happen? You or the author decides.
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Rules:
-No OP characters. Let me tell you that everyone can die, not saying will, but can. Not even the author, played by me, is overpowered. He can be defeated.
-I am the author. No one else is.
-Follow the site rules.
-Have fun!
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FORM~
Name:
Gender:
Age (16 or older please):
Appearance:
Personality:
Plan On Listening?:
Questions:
Other:
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Author form coming soon :3
Name: Nathaniel cardaway
Gender: male
Age: 17
Appearance: he has bright blue eyes and shaggy bond hair, he is quite short and thin
Perso: He has bipolar disorder, most of the time he is a happy and kindhearted person, but when something happens he can be a cold blooded murderous phsycopathic sadist
POL: up to a point
Questions: can he be the authors personal bounty hunter?
Other: when in psycho mode he has an EXTREMELY HIGH pain resistance and has no compassion for anyone, not even himself.
Last edited by BlueGenie(aka Blueflight); April 14th, 2017 at 06:34 AM.
Name: Nathaniel cardaway
Gender: male
Age: 17
Appearance: he has bright blue eyes and shaggy bond hair, he is quite short and thin
Perso: He has bipolar disorder, most of the time he is a happy and kindhearted person, but when something happens he can be a cold blooded murderous phsycopathic sadist
POL: up to a point
Questions: can he be the authors personal bounty hunter?
Other: when in psycho mode he has an EXTREMELY HIGH pain resistance and has no compassion for anyone, not even himself.
((Nobody has an "extremely high pain tolerance" x3 tone that down a bit and then you'll be accepted))
"Shut up!" He shouted angrily. "Jesus Christ, you guys are arose than the last- and that's a big statement!" He tapped his pencil on the desk loudly, almost breaking it. "Fine, if you won't, then I'll make you." He picked up his pencil and wrote down a few words, reading them aloud. "Suddenly, a strange fog spread through the air. As they inhaled it, they began to feel drowsy, and then fell asleep, falling to the floor."
(didn't know, sorry)
Being a foot under floor level, Ana didn't notice the smoke until she sneezed, she glanced up, but not seeing anything in the darkness, went back to her digging. She was in full dirt now, so she took off her elbow spikes and started digging with those, making much better progress.
(didn't know, sorry)
Being a foot under floor level, Ana didn't notice the smoke until she sneezed, she glanced up, but not seeing anything in the darkness, went back to her digging. She was in full dirt now, so she took off her elbow spikes and started digging with those, making much better progress.
The Author tapped his foot on the ground, trying to stay calm. He waited for the people to get intoxicated by the fog, but it was taking too long, especially for a certain girl. "Suddenly," he wrote, "the fog became thicker, making its way down the tiny little hole Ana had dug in." A lesson was needed to be taught. These.. these people needed to understand. They were pawns in a game, his game. Fictional characters in a story. Why couldn't they behave? It's only one book. "Does anybody know how to be obedient anymore?!" He shouted.
SHe started giggling as she scraped at the ground, the fog swirling around her. She stood up and spun in a circle, still giggling, then tripped over the edge of the hole and fell on her butt. Hearing the screamed question, she giggled again and tilted her head to the side. "What's that mean?"
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FOR THE LOVE OF STARCLAN PLEASE PING ME ON DISCORD
I have the ADHD
I'll forget.
Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
SHe started giggling as she scraped at the ground, the fog swirling around her. She stood up and spun in a circle, still giggling, then tripped over the edge of the hole and fell on her butt. Hearing the screamed question, she giggled again and tilted her head to the side. "What's that mean?"
He growled angrily. "It was a rhetorical question!" He remarked. "Your supposed to pass out now," he mumbled, quietly where Ana couldn't hear. is she even breathing? he thought, then writing down, "she inhaled the fog, causing her to become drowsy and pass out. Please, pass out."
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