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| Spark | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 8:50 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Saremil is an underwater community. It is at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico. The VERY bottom. It takes up the whole entire space. This is how it came to be:
It was a sunny afternoon when scientist David Matews and his partner, Rachel Kindlew, went underwater. The ship, unfortunately, crashed. But one thing was sure, they were safe. They built a glass dome, and it was full of oxygen. They stayed there and lived there until their bodies could adapt and survive in the water. Then the dome was demolished, and, they survived. We call them the Creatures of Saremil. There are human-like water creatures, the most common being mermen and mermaid. There are also Sea dragons, serpents, lions, and so on. Soon this was a developed town. First, nobody could speak. Then the U.S. claimed this as their land, the state of Saremil. But there were problems. And they seperated. And they, infact, became a country. With a Queen. And a King. Soon enough, the U.S. started capturing them and selling them to one another, and eventually other countries. This was not a threat to Saremil, so they don't even care. How did it become a problem? The U.S. Made fences. They blocked off the entire country. Soon the country was entirely fenced off, and scientists go down there. And that's been the same ever since.
Now it is 200 years later.
And here you are.
NOTE:
There are some creatures that can survive on land.
Put Spaghetti under your cs.
CS
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"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together.
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| Kenzieroo | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 9:39 PM | Message # 2 |
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| (So there like mermaids/men now?)
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| Spark | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 9:56 PM | Message # 3 |
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| (You can be a
Sea lion/human
serpent
water dragon
mermaid
merman
anything that can survive underwater/human)
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together.
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| Kenzieroo | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 10:08 PM | Message # 4 |
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Name: Riven Liment
Age: 15
Gender:
Race: Human
Appearance: http://roleplayers.ucoz.com/avatar/40/803252.png
Personality: Adventurous, curious, strong
Bio*: TBR
Weapons: My swords
Captive?: Heck no
Other: Doesn't take orders form anyone, it mysterious and sometime scary.
Copy Past Spaghetti
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| Spark | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 10:12 PM | Message # 5 |
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| (I see my avatar. Aceppted.) Added (2012-03-16, 10:11 PM)
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CS
Name: Devon Fright
Age: 15
Gender:F
Race: Mermaid
Appearance: attatchment
Personality: Curiosity gets the best of her.
Bio*: TBR
Weapons: In pic
Captive?: Nah.
Other: Added (2012-03-16, 10:12 PM)
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(Read the note, kenzie.)
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together.
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| Kenzieroo | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 10:14 PM | Message # 6 |
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| Spark | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 10:19 PM | Message # 7 |
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"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together.
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| Kenzieroo | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 10:21 PM | Message # 8 |
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| Spark | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 10:27 PM | Message # 9 |
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Ðevon
It seemed to be hours, but it was minutes. I shoot up towards the surface. How high is the fence? about 6 feet. If I jump it, i'll make it to Texas. I woosh down, thinking about my plan.
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together.
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| Kenzieroo | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 10:29 PM | Message # 10 |
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I was on my boat, how said little girls didn't make amazing captains, he-he. But I never bragged out loud, that's just bad Carma. Today we where docking for some supplies.
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| Spark | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 10:35 PM | Message # 11 |
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| Ðevon
I shot up and over the fence. "FINNALY!" I scream a bit too loudly, for what I was going for. "I'll show Scott. He said i'd get caught. Pshh!" I mumble, my head over water, taking in my surroundings.
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together.
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| Kenzieroo | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 11:13 PM | Message # 12 |
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| (Yea I dont know how to continue.)
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| Spark | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 11:14 PM | Message # 13 |
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| (just say that you see and hear something!)
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together.
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| Kenzieroo | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 11:21 PM | Message # 14 |
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| ~Riven
"Captain, there was a disturbance not far 'way."
I pull out my telescope to look, nothing above the water but plenty of ripples.
"We can wait a day to get supplies, men to the east."
(She's not a normal pirate captain,  )
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| Spark | Date: Friday, 2012-03-16, 11:26 PM | Message # 15 |
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| I clear my throat for a luring song.
Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone.
In the lamp light the whitherd leaves collect at my feet.
And the whind begins to moan.
Memory. All alone in the moonlight.
I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory live again.
Every street lamp seems to beet a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters and soon it will be morning.
Daylight. I must wait for the sun rise.
I must think of a new life and I mustant give in.
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too.
And a new day will begin.
Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning.
The street lamp dies, another night is over, anotherd day is dawning.
Touch me. Its so easy to leave me all alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is.
Look, a new day has begun.
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together.
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