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Offline WindVoyagerTopic starter

(Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« on: March 16, 2013, 10:38:27 AM »
Children grow up, so why shouldn't fairy tales?

Something has torn the very fabric of space and time, ripped a gaping raw hole oozing with unnatural energies saturated with evil and insanity beyond words. This rip is spreading, warping and mutating everything it touches, seeping into the ground itself.

The forest has become twisted and blacked and skies darkened. A massive castle has appeared in the clearing resembling something from an old child's fairy tale but its sinister in nature. Malfactors, entities from beyond known space and time, have take the form of fairy tale characters and all of them are twisted caricatures. Not all are evil and some will even help any strangers who stumble into this warped world. Others will strive to lead intruders astray or worse.

I am taking some influence from American McGee Alice in terms of how twisted and even wrong this place is. Because these Malfactors dont' have a human mindset and don't full understand humans, some of the characters they become can even be of the opposite gender.

Characters wanted:

Both humans of any gender and Malfactors, any gender.
Some of the Malfactors\Fairy tale characters can be anthros even
Gender and sexuality of any character is open.
Perversions are more then welcome

Any fairy tale character is up for grabs, except the Chestier Cat, he's mine.


The game involves people either accidentally stumbling into the realm or deliberately making their way to it and meeting or even being kidnapped by its denizens.   

Offline Nykteus

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #1 on: March 16, 2013, 10:51:31 AM »
I do find myself tempted to come up with a mercurial Big Bad Wolf.

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Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #2 on: March 16, 2013, 12:00:51 PM »
What is the goal of the game, if any?

Offline WindVoyagerTopic starter

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #3 on: March 16, 2013, 12:17:20 PM »

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What is the goal of the game, if any?

It doenst really have one. its pretty much character driven story, every one is after something, whether is power, perversion or just wanting to escape the nightmarish land

Offline BlueEyedBard

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #4 on: March 17, 2013, 09:47:51 PM »
I am interested in your game here. I would hope to join as two characters though. One regular human who stumbles into the twisted land and has to try and fight his way out before the twisted world breaks his mind and he is lost forever. Also a twisted and perverted version of the Genie of the Lamp.

Offline Ack Arg

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #5 on: March 17, 2013, 10:56:51 PM »
That's fairly interesting. Depending on the dispositions of the group, I might offer up something themed after that kindly lady and her gingerbread house.

Nothing says evil like tootsiepop golems that would be curious how many licks it would take to get to the center of you.

~CRUNCH~

Oh dear, perhaps the next batch shall be more patient.



Edit:
Clarification, I was thinking the mad scientist warlock that specializes in trapdoors to pudding oubliettes, leaving pathetic, mobile, supersized jello cubes around, machines fueled by oompah loompahs making blood sugar sacrifices and various automatons of the more sober variety.

Part funny, part kinky (but not in a gross way) and part EvilEvilEvil.

EvilEvilEvil.

Evil.

Don't forget to floss.
« Last Edit: March 17, 2013, 11:06:44 PM by Ack Arg »

Offline MystixLady

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #6 on: March 19, 2013, 01:51:28 AM »
This sounds interesting. I'm thinking of playing a Snow White who got sick of being fucked by seven dwarfs and escaped to this castle for refuge. Maybe she would meet her prince charming here or a big bad wolf.

Offline WindVoyagerTopic starter

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #7 on: March 19, 2013, 09:25:24 AM »

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This sounds interesting. I'm thinking of playing a Snow White who got sick of being fucked by seven dwarfs and escaped to this castle for refuge. Maybe she would meet her prince charming here or a big bad wolf.

I have to admit one of the first things that went through my mind when I read the newer kiddy version was how can that woman live in a  house with seven men and that not happen? Was she wearing a magi chastity belt or something?

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Nothing says evil like tootsiepop golems that would be curious how many licks it would take to get to the center of you.

I love that

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I am interested in your game here. I would hope to join as two characters though. One regular human who stumbles into the twisted land and has to try and fight his way out before the twisted world breaks his mind and he is lost forever. Also a twisted and perverted version of the Genie of the Lamp.

You can play as many characters as you feel you can handle. Finding one's way out will not be easy as finding a way in







Offline BlueEyedBard

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #8 on: March 19, 2013, 01:01:19 PM »
Huzzah! Do you have a character sheet in mind you would like us to fill out?

Offline WindVoyagerTopic starter

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #9 on: March 19, 2013, 01:15:59 PM »
Pretty much make it as long or as short as you like.

Character Name:
Gender:
Orientation:
Species: Human\Anthro\malefactor
Fairy Tale they originated from
Physical appearance:
Personality:
Background:

Offline BlueEyedBard

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #10 on: March 20, 2013, 12:01:47 AM »
Character Name:Moss Zell A.K.A. Genie
Gender: Usually appears Male but is genderless
Orientation: Open to anything
Species: malefactor/magical creature
Fairy Tale they originated from: Aladdin and the Magic Lamp
Physical appearance:
Personality: Filled with unlimited power and insatiable lust, bound to the lamp but constantly desires attention, draws power from the lust of others, could be considered quite insane
Background: It is possible that Moss Zell could have been a human before some outside force turned him a creature wielding all the phenomenal cosmic powers of the universe but being forced to be a slave to whomever posses his lamp, or perhaps he was just created that way. Perhaps whatever created him this way also filled him with an insane lust that drives all of his powers. It leaks from him, almost like a pheromone that fills the air around him drawing out the lust in his master, making it hard to think normally and loose control. When a sane person might wish for power or a way out of this frightening land, a person under the influence of Moss Zell's magic might be distracted by a more overwhelming desire.

So he sits, and waits inside a tarnished old oil lamp. Not inside the vast treasure room of the castle, but in the middle of the dark forest surrounding the castle, within the tare that is consuming the known world. The lamp sits, motionless upon an old tree stump acting as the magic prisons pedestal. Waiting for the next person to stumble upon it. 

Offline BlueEyedBard

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #11 on: March 20, 2013, 12:46:55 AM »
Character Name: Alex Waltz
Gender:Male
Age: 25
Orientation:Straight
Species: Human
Fairy Tale they originated from: None
Physical appearance:
Personality:Normally very positive, go getter, creative and a problem solver. Since the rip started invading he has become confused and restless as the world begins to fall apart.
Background: Alex had a pretty regular life growing up. He had parents, went to school, had friends. He graduated then went to college. He had a job delivering packages on his bike, he had aspirations but he was happy where he was at the moment, he had an apartment in the city where he lived with his girlfriend. All in all he had an all around normal life.

All of that started to fall apart when the rip began to envelop his world. It happened gradually; first his girlfriend left him with no word just a letter saying "I'm Gone". A few days later, as the rip began to envelop more and more of the city Alex lost his job when his boss disappeared and he came to work just to find it all boarded up. By the time the Rip stretched all the way to his block Alex came home to find a red "EVICTED" notice on his apartment door. That night he was a squatter in his own apartment but it felt like he was a squatter in his own life, everything that seemed like it was working out so well was now falling apart all around him, and that night the rip enveloped his building with him sleeping restlessly inside it.

Offline MzHyde

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #12 on: March 20, 2013, 01:25:10 AM »

Character Name: Rosetta Hood, aka "Red"
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Malfactor
Fairy Tale: Red Riding Hood

Personality:An anti-hero bordering on villain, Red has taken up the role of a Freelance Monster Hunter in this new, twisted world. She charges exorbitant prices for her services, though the cost tends to be worth every penny since she's one of the best out there. Sadly, she's got an ego to match! Red is full of herself and considers herself to be a 'combat genius'. However, she can actually back this up, somewhat justifying her arrogant behavior. While she is, most of the time, motivated by riches and personal gain, she'll fight for a cause she deems worthy - though that doesn't mean she won't try to weasel money out of the deal one way or another. Red cares little for anyone but herself, though she hates seeing women attacked and she has a bit of a berserk button - never call her flat chested. Red's only other primary defining vice can easily be said to be Gluttony, to the point she regularly eats, in each meal, enough food for at least three or four people... and often tries to steal food from her friends' plates while she's eating. This is also semi-justified, due to the extremely acrobatic and high-energy style of fighting she uses.

Background:After witnessing the murder of her grandmother and barely escaping from the clutches of a lycanthrope, Rosetta Hood vowed never to be put in a vulnerable position again. Moreover, she swore that if she could help it, she'd never allow another person to go through what she had to. After 'the wolf incident', as she dubs it, she learned to wield nearly every weapon known to man with startling skill and efficiency. She trained fiercely under a number of masters and even received enchanted garments from Merlin himself! The old wizard gifted Red with the Cloak of Holding, which lets her store and withdraw nearly anything she might need. She frequently uses it to draw new weapons in battle. Her favorites are twin machine pistols, a massive (in comparison to her) hand saw, gifted to her by The Woodsman. Because of the grim work she uses the tool for, people have come to call her dress 'The Cloak of Horrors'. The wizard also gave Red a second gift; a pair of enchanted boots that allow her to run fast and leap high, and bracers that give her enough strength to lift heavy objects with ease. Even in her short time of existence in this new world, she's received quite a bit of infamy for her work and has acquired various (mostly unflattering) nicknames, such as Bandit Killer, Monster Girl, The Blonde Monster, and Enemy Of All Who Live. She's got a dark reputation but, really, she's not all bad for a sociopath. For a price she'll help anyone.

Red, with Clearcutter. Size comparison.

Red.

Offline Ack Arg

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #13 on: March 20, 2013, 07:03:47 PM »

Okay, that picture of the red riding hood girl that has all the pointy teeth was fun.

Lemme see if I can lay out something in profile form. I'm really not used these here roleplaying conventions.




Edit:


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            The Hosk
         Gender: Male
         Orientation: Murderous
         Species: Malefactor
         Fairy Tale: Hansel and Gretel
         Appearence: A bald, tidy creature in a great white jacket with A face of iron bars under sallow flesh.
         Personality: The Hosk rarely speaks. He moves rapidly, disturbingly. His interest means death and damnation, which is much worse than if he, it, had a temper.
         Background: The Hosk... He is ever surrounded by his servitors. They are small, feeble things given to him that he may practice his filthy art all the better. His work is comissioned by the black, eyeless force that dreams but his kitchens are always producing new work. The devotees of Hosk have had their number reduced from three to two since Hansel and Gretel gave the least of their number to the fire.



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            The Muffin Man
         Gender: Male
         Orientation: Delicious
         Species: Anthro/Malefactor
         Fairly Tale: Nursery Rhyme The Muffin Man
         Appearence: A large, broad humanoid, stooped and smooth save for a great mop of black hair. In a bad light he may appear to be a man with gorilla-like features, especially around the jaw, but a good look reveals his terrible, half-muffin nature.
         Personality: The Muffin Man may be subdued in indulge his own appetites but ultimately he is one more servitor of The Hosk, often employed to herd product around or wrangle more difficult to obtain ingredients. He is unafraid of his masters creations and lesser servitors and few will ignore his commands.
         Background: The Muffin Man is actually a very tainted batch of sinister muffins that was not incinerated in a timely manner. He is not a man after all. Fire can kill him, but he is easily discouraged when his blood isn't up. Because he is really a muffin, his anatomy is more like a fungus: a tough, muffiny base full of pulsing, oozing bits of fruit. Blueberry oozes from him even when uninjured.


They lack pictures but I think it's a start. I think I'd rather write up scenes with them than build a big bio. It's just what makes sense for me, if no one minds.
« Last Edit: March 21, 2013, 12:15:11 AM by Ack Arg »

Offline lovelygirl

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #14 on: March 21, 2013, 11:44:42 PM »

Character Name: Alice
Gender: Female
Orientation: anything goes
Species: Human\Anthro\malefactor - Human
Fairy Tale they originated from- Alice in Wonderland
Physical appearance:
Personality:Insane
Background: Contrary to the story, Alice never escaped Wonderland. Yes escaped. Instead the creatures she encountered found her so curious and fascinating they kept her captive there. Months turned into years and each of them wanted to have their way with her. Once she was mature enough, the Mad Hatter made sure Alice was under the constant influence of drugs, provided by the caterpillar. She was stoned out of her mind most of the time which allowed each and everyone of them to rape and play with her. They used the mushrooms against her will to make her the size they needed for their enjoyment. They even convinced her to murder the Queen. And she did, bludgeoned the woman with her own croquet mallet.

After that Wonderland became completely lawless. The Chesire Cat taunting and teasing her. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum double teaming her. And Alice helpless to resist, her mind snapped and soon she could be seen just skipping through the land begging to be used by anyone that crossed her path.
« Last Edit: March 22, 2013, 12:54:16 PM by lovelygirl »

Offline Ack Arg

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #15 on: March 22, 2013, 03:16:50 AM »

                  Delivery / It Is Delicious

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         Ed-Grig scurried through the hall. Above him the marble of fluted columns slid into shadow, becoming teeth in a yawning mouth. In some rooms the ceiling was only disorienting, mocking the eye with shifting elaborations. In some one could pretend the dark was just the place where the light of candles did not reach. Here though, the light had no source and the dark had no shape. Ed-Grig did not look up. He did not cower or skulk or slink. He just scurried a little faster as the fur running down his back spiked up in fear.
         He was a servitor. Fear was his friend. Some things were meant to live on their knees and bellies. He was one of them.
         Ed Grig was nearly four feet tall. He had sparse fur on his long forearms and down his back. A tail stuck out into the air behind him, naked and long. He was marked among the servitors by his grey-green coloured fur. Ed Grig, messenger. Ed Grig, finder. Ed Grig that never put his big flat nose in where it didn't belong. Ed Grig, belly to the ground like the servitor he was, heading to the kitchen.
         Wiss Bo bobbed his whole fat body as Ed Grig passed the door, the servitor form of a nod. Ed Grig stopped just inside and raised himself to three legs, sniffing. He believed there was already something wrong today. He had seen the two witches waiting to submit themselves to the powers behind. They counted themselves the master's students and when such as them returned it was never without cause. They might be sent away to correct their errors or simply interred in the Tower of Guilt. Ed Grig brought more bad news and might pay with his tiny life.
         As long as I am not given to the oven. Loyal servitors deserved better than to be given to the oven.
         But loyal servitor that he was, Ed Grig could not delay his task. He pressed on.
         Somewhere, his master kept a terrible place, neither kitchen nor factory but sanctum. That sanctum was sooty and dark, smokey and hot. Below, meaty-molten things like bulls toiled without night or day while above, fleshless things they called the utility birds laid their tributes to his master. In the midst of all, he had capered and spoke his will to the throng in a voice of thunder: The Hosk, keeper of the first oven.
         That was before. Before the coming of the eyeless hand and the making of things like Ed Grig. Now The Hosk was just one more  warlock bent before the empty altar. He had been seduced by the gifts and lessened thereby. Now he did not caper or thunder. He crafted, he artificed, he fabricated, he decorated, he confectioned and whipped and practiced his art.
         This was no sanctum though. It was not even a factory, those places where machines had replaced servitors and consumed them to run on and on, racing to dead ends by black routes. This was merely a kitchen.
         Counters stretched from the ingredient hoard at the near wall to the dispatchery at the far one. Much was stone, some was wood, all that was used was clean and what wasn't wasn't. In the dim corners unlucky batches dragged themselves about trying to eat each other or just settled back until it was time to become cinders. Orange torches and red oven-altars painted much of everything in wild shades. The black ceiling was only a hundred layer crust of ash vapors and that was a mercy.
         Servitors scurried and hopped, hunched and clung, shambled and lugged in the half-light. Many were Noblins, hairless, sullen and only half the size of Ed Grig. Some were Keebles, small as a hand, huge headed and huge eyed, flitting over and under table to carry ingredients or directions, their gingerbread houses stacked up in one corner. Two-bodied Banana Split Ogres hung about the ovens, lowering themselves to employ their many fleshy, freezing arms to check on product or shove it back in when a mostly finished dish made a bid for freedom.
         One of the candied armlings relighting the candles on an over-altar was brushed over the side by an ogre and it fell into the fires beneath. There were pops and bangs as its candy caripace exploded from the heat. A different arm pulled Ed Grig to one side. A huge nose stuck itself in his face.
         "Ide oo. Ide oo run. No dalk up. Oh."
         Hide you. Hide or run but don't go talking up the master and getting us in trouble. Go away.
         Bem Brup had him by the shoulders and was burping the instructions directly into Ed Grig's ear
         Nag Fee's nose flexed and he brushed his own grey haired forearms politely. "News, Grig. We need no more news here." 
         "No. But news comes." Ed Grig flapped Bem Brup in the face with his tail to tell him how seriously he took the threat. "Off me now."
         Bem Brup burped again, non-commitally.
         "Master does not need it now. Master is busy."
         "Naaah. Naah naah naaah" Ed Grig's voice was rusty and strained but contained none of his fear. Fear was for master, for the hollow hand and the ovens. He would not give the big nose his fear. "Going to bake me? Going to stuff an apple in my mouth to keep it from talking? If not, away with you, back under the tables to bite your tails."
         Nag Fee and Ed Grig stared at each other a long time. It looked like he had called Nag's bluff, which was good. But it was undone when his pocket made a tiny, shrill noise.
         "Yellow..." Nag's eyes went wide as he realized he actually could stop Grig. Bem Burp was digging at the pocket even as Ed Grig twisted away. Nag popped Ed in the nose with a few curled knuckles and his world broke up. He staggered, curled his tail around him and was shoved onto his back. He pushed a long-toed foot against a bench but instead of helping him right himself the bench slid away. A Noblin on it connected with the edge of the counter with his throat and struck the floor too, flailing. Ed Grig saw this with strange clarity, even to the tear in the pale thing's eyes. Then he was bopped in the face again. His head knocked against the stone floor.
         He couldn't breathe. There were hands digging at his pocket again. The easiest thing to do would be to roll over on that side, but that would kill the message just as Nag and Bem wanted. Instead, Ed grabbed the wrists of those hands and pressed them away from his pocket. His head hit the floor again but this time there was no pain, only a jarring flash of light in head of Ed Grig.
         For a moment he saw what was going on again. Nag Fee was sitting on Ed's belly, arms up, punching at his head like a boxer. There was blood on his knuckles.
         Then he was on three legs, shoving himself over the floor. There was something in his mouth. He stopped and spit it into his hand, amazed at what looked like a finger. Ed turned, about to ask if anyone was looking for a finger then he was tackled and another flash put him in the dark.
         Ed Grig was curled up around something yellow, fingers clasped around each hand. He was being kicked but he didn't mind. He was very tired. He was only awake because someone was stepping on his poor tail. He tried to tell his hands to go drag his tail away from whoever was doing that but they wouldn't let go of the stupid yellow thing that kept making that noise.
         Then it was quiet.
         There was a crowd but it had drawn away from him. Nag Fee and Bem Brup had vanished into it. Nothing moved. An awful feeling was in Ed's belly. His eye searched and found a great white creature approaching him.
         The Master. The Hosk.
         Pure force of habit put Ed Grig on his feet. He stood erect, woozy and slightly grotesque as always. Gobolds like himself were not the least of servitors but they were not men. Bipedalism suited them as well as wings did a pig. Even so, even battered, Ed Grig would walk at his full height to his master, as a messenger should.
         Another shrill little noise.
         The Hosk bent to be nearer Ed's height. When he bent it was not a folding of the body at the white jacket or a bending of the knees in black pants. Instead, The Hosk twisted like a bag of thick icing being wrung out onto a cake. It was awful and put the head of Ed's master just inches from his hands.
         "Peep." Ed Grig croaked and his hands unfolded.
         Hosk has tiny black goggles glinted in place of eyes. Ed had never seen the Hosk's eyes and didn't want to.
         His hands were bloody but the palms and insides of the fingers were clean and dry. He held up the little yellow effigy. It made its little noise again and hopped in place.
         The Hosk breathed out in a rasp and plucked it from Ed's hands, indifferent to his condition and the brawl. The message was delivered. Ed Grig did not scurry away though. He only stood there, eyes glazed and hurting from tail to nose. He thought he'd bitten off Nag's finger but was not so sure he had teeth anymore to do it again.
         The bird chirped. Hosk slid his feet under his torso again. He removed a lit candle from his jacket. It was no larger than a finger and striped pink and white. He stuck the candle on the counter and it stood up straight on the uneven surface without so much as a wobble.
         Ed Grig lifted his tail in his hands. It was mostly purple. Near the end were two rows of bloody black marks where the flesh dented in. Someone had been biting it and he'd not noticed. Well, it might recover if no one stuck him in an oven.
         A peep was heard and another. Hosk swept his jacket arms back and forth with no apparent bone structure. Finally he lowered the peep to the candle and pressed it into the flame, where it screeched, bubbled and boiled away into a black smoke.
         Then, in that smoke, light played. It fell this way and that way. It rippled and snapped across itself and finally resolved into a single dot. The dot hung there and the smoke swam back down to coil around it, puff out in a ring and finally form a kind of picture frame in the air. The dot of light bloomed into a large pane of awful colour and movement, frenetic and jerky.
         There was no sound. It was bad when a peep came back alone. That meant trouble. But without report? That was worse still.
         Light played over Hosk's black lenses. Ed Grig did not see what what it showed him. He only saw Hosk's hands. They were raised under his chin with yellow fingers interlaced but not for long. Soon the fingers were writhing, squirming and pulsating. They wormed free of each other as the hands came apart and the hands and forearms attached to them began writhing too
         Was he happy? Was he angry? Ed Grig could not look away from those hands. He feared. He thought he was right to fear.
         When the vision was spent and smoke gone, the Hosk was still. Some expected death, others mutilation and torture. Some thought this fury, but it might have been a horrible emotion of non-servitors, alien and wrong, called Inspiration.
         Then Hosk rippled around with another twist of the torso. Each leg spun individually in place so his small shoes were wrong ends out. Ed kept watching those hands. One pulled at the skin of his face, the other formed a twitching flaw that reached out, seeking, searching the crowd of servitors.
         Finally, it pointed at Ed Grig.
         "Delivery...." came the voice. A black tongue moved over black teeth between pale yellow lips. That other hand swung around in the direction of the oven-altars. Candles over there flared into gouts of black and green and purple fire.
         "Delivery." It began like a wash of air from under a door. Now Hosk sounded like a drafty chimney.
         The door of the oven banged in response.
         "Dee-Lee-Vuh-Ree."
         Again. Thump. Bang. Crump. Again. Again.
         Nothing.
         The servitors continued to boggle at the oven-altar but they slumped in position, convinced-
         Hur-Ram! The door blew off its hinges and crashed to the floor. Screams, running, candles winking, torches falling over, more crumps: it was coming.
         Crump. Crump.
         Counters and tables and benches and servitors flew in all directions. A Banana Split Ogre reached down to try to stuff the thing back in its oven. It bellowed as the arm was torn from it and landed all over the kitchen in freezing, shredded chunks.
         Crump. Crump.
         It passed The Hosk, stepping right over him.
         Crump. Crump.
         It stood over Ed Grig the Gobold and waited.
         The dish... waited.
         Ed licked his lips.
         A single pink tendril lowered itself to him.
         Ed swallowed. It was mostly his own blood.
         The tendril twiched.
         Ed took hold of the offered leash. Only then did he remember how to breathe.
         The Hosk raised his writhing, clawing, yellow digits to the black roof and howled so loud Ed Grig felt the wind of his cry blow his hair back:
         "Deeee-Leeee-Vuuuuh-Reeee!"


<grumble grumble grumble I'll have the second part up later>


Offline WindVoyagerTopic starter

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #16 on: March 27, 2013, 09:23:11 PM »
gahhh finally got my net back and I hate the neighbors kids so much..........


I love all these ideas and approve of them all

Since our dear lovely and rather insane Alice has murdered the Red Queen, it does open up a sub plot. With the Red Queen deader then a door knob it could cause a bit of a power vacuum as in who gets to control all of this twisted Wonderland?

Wonderland has become completely lawless. Some wont care, some will rejoice since they are no longer in threat of losing their head (either one) and there is bound ot be a few who want control over Wonderland and the Queens army.

I need to make the NPCs any one can use before too much longer, the card guards and the horse headed white knights that would have been the Queens enforcers.  I may even NPC Mad March

lovelygirl, I love your Alice

Offline lovelygirl

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #17 on: March 27, 2013, 09:36:44 PM »
Aw thanks. I'm glad you were  ok with Alice offing the queen. I just kinda saw Alice having enough of the evil bitch. Plus the influence of the drugs helped as well.

Offline WindVoyagerTopic starter

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #18 on: March 27, 2013, 09:46:27 PM »

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Aw thanks. I'm glad you were  ok with Alice offing the queen. I just kinda saw Alice having enough of the evil bitch. Plus the influence of the drugs helped as well.

I really like the idea. Now that there is no one in charge the card guards and the like are just standing around gathering dust but if some one chose to brave the dangers of the palace and got their hands on the crown, they would be in charge of a truly impressive army that knows no fear and knows no mercy and will do what every they want

Offline lovelygirl

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #19 on: March 27, 2013, 10:07:53 PM »
It could lead to some interesting drama. Alice won't be one to go for the crown, but beware. If she doesn't like who takes over, they might suffer the same fate as the queen.  >:)

Offline Endless Echo

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #20 on: April 13, 2013, 12:22:25 AM »
Has this Rp started already? Or is it still in the works?

I'd love to play the role of the "little mermaid" (Not the Disney one)

Basically acting out the role of a vengeful water spirit/demon in a scene she is seeking out the man who betrayed her after she told her tongue to a demon to be with him. Needless to say she would be a man eater/killer despite the fact she is mute, along with the bells and whistles of having various water-related powers. (once ether dept is paid or the man is killed she would actually turn out to be a rather powerful ally.)

There is also a good room for a romance to spark too if a man is lucky enough to get past her vengeful heart.

Offline BlueEyedBard

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #21 on: April 13, 2013, 08:05:55 PM »
I think this has died. Nobody has posted in over a week.  :-\

Offline Chasseybaby

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #22 on: April 13, 2013, 11:52:52 PM »
I hope not :( , I had an idea of a darker maid marian from the stories of robin hood and his band of thieves... ^^
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Offline BlueEyedBard

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #23 on: April 14, 2013, 09:11:09 AM »
Hot.
But yea, it's been almost a month since the board creator has posted.

Offline Chasseybaby

Re: (Interest Check ) Twisted Fairy Tales
« Reply #24 on: April 14, 2013, 11:24:15 AM »
Aww *pouts* oh well ^^ thank you blueeyedbard