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Offline magikalTopic starter

Fantasy Island (F seeking M)
« on: February 11, 2011, 12:38:38 AM »
Here is a game Iíve been thinking about for a while, Iím not sure the logistics about how it would be pulled off but am interested to give it a try.

G.) The Zanatto family who has the very special ability to either mold physical objects, alter dna, or some rare family members can even do both. The family members alter the dna/appearance of anyone they touch via skin to skin. They can also effect other family members, but not themselves. These changes can be both biological and physiological. The changes can be resisted if the transformee is also a Zanatto. The more practice a family member gets the stronger they become in transformation.

They can slow down or reverse aging, alter appearance quite dramatically, even create hybrids or fantastical creatures- all based on modern physics and weight. They can still be killed, they are just stronger and more difficult to kill than normal. Another family member can cure another family member if there is still a sign of life.

Ocassionaly family wars have killed half of the family or even more, sometimes with a fate worse than death.

The family has had the talent for generations but mostly keeps it quiet.

My character would be a young woman who just graduated high school and is taking a trip to visit her ancestral home. Once sheís on the shore of the perfect island, her latent powers are awakened.

Their family history can be traced back thousands of years, back to a family like the Medici of Italian fame.

Everyone who has true Zanatto blood has purple irises, which is the one thing that can not be changed, even if they are as little as 1/8th Zanatto.

The characters would make partnerships and gain reputations based on how they dealt with each other.

You would play either her mentor or a family enemy, or even your own idea.

The clan has purchased a tropical resort island and is developing it into a top tourist attraction. There are at least 5 family members present, and up to a few hundred people willing to pay practically any price to indulge in the resorts facilities. The resort has everything from a spa, plastic surgery, hospital, recreation, beaches, hotels, etc.

Take a look at my ons/offs before posting here. This would be an individual game focused on transformation and change.
Currently looking for a writing partner

Previous ideas
A.) Sci Fi Setting (Near future).- Have one interested partner, should be starting soon.
A woman wakes up in a strangers bed, in a strange body, with no idea how she got there. She has to figure out how her body changed into that of a hyper perfect, working girl's body. Something has went wrong and she regained her consciousness.
My partner would work on me with the plot and then play my character's partners.
(Mostly consensual except at beginning, nothing not on my Ons/Offs list)
Currently playing- hasn't been posted in 2 weeks might be on permanent hiatus

B.) Fantasy Setting- Have one interested partner- started on 11/21/10
An Elf Princess falls in love with a human ranger at first site. He is scouting her forest, planning a future invasion.
My partner: Play the Scout
Currently looking for writing partner

C.) Now- Setting. Have 2 Interested Partners, working on setting up different individual stories with each partner.
A woman who is working at a law office as a secretary, notices that after a few months, all of the women start looking and acting the same. She's been there for over a year and nothing has happened to her. She notices that her co-workers are behaving like college gone wild girls.
Currently looking for a writing partner

D.)Life Changes in Contemporary Setting. A young female ( early 20s) college student is in an abusive relationship- he forced her to work as a stripper, get cosmetic surgery, and takes all of her money. She's thinking about dropping out of college or else needs to figure out how to get out of her abusive relationship. She meets an exciting, new man.
Partner: Either plays exciting new man, or both exciting new man and old
Currently looking for writing partner

E.) Young Mage in a Fantasy Setting. A young human woman 18 years old, has an affinity for magic. She's interested in sex-magic and wants to study becoming a succubus. The fantasy setting can be any sort of fantasy setting with traditional angels and demons. Transformations and modifications ensue.
Partner: Tempts her into becoming a succubus or trains her into releasing her inhibitions and embracing her inner sex goddess.
Currently looking for writing partner

F.) Here is the first post from a previous game. I worked on this with a partner but this is not my writing,
I'm looking for a writing partner who can write at least a paragraph reply.

Once we discuss things we can decide what category to put the game in. The character would be a genetically engineered, hyper-perfect and hyper-synthetic love machine who somehow retained her memory.

There will be a huge mystery that Angelina (my character) will need to figure out.

The slow swirl of the ceiling fan above you, the slight breeze of salty sea air, the gasp of sensation from your lips as you shift only to feel silken sheets twisted over your hips rubbing over your mons.  All of these things stir you slowly from a dream of flying, of wings.  A dream of being anything anyone could desire, your flesh and spirit as malleable as a potter's clay before the fire.

Your head feels strange, as though it's floating even as your eyes flutter open.  Through the window, you can hear the sound of boats plying a body of water, and distant seagulls.  As you sit up slowly, hand to your now-throbbing forehead, the sound of a supersonic jet taking off in the distance rumbles through the room.  You can feel the slight vibrations in the bed, over the sheets and upon your skin.

You rise to your feet, gazing out the window.  Something's wrong here.  Where are you?  What is this place?  You aren't even sure who you are.  Your head spins as you stumble to the window.

"We call her Delilah," the voice in your head says, echoing slightly, "And no, she won't cut your hair, but she has other ways of leaving you weak.  If you want to know them all, that can most certainly be arranged, for a small fee."

That phrase, burned into your memory, said over and over again, so many times.  That voice, so smooth and silky, a salesman's voice pushing a product.  You remember hearing that voice, or one just like it, from an office, as papers were being pushed over across a walnut finished desk in front of you to sign.

The cool air on your bare skin sets a slight shudder through you.  You are naked.  You can feel your nipples draw taut, stiffening under the breeze's caress.  Your arm reaches up to cover them as you look out in confused wonder at the beauty of the ocean across from and below you.

Your other hand reaches down to cup your sex as the breeze tickles across you, setting a soft moan to your lips at the pleasure of the sensation.  Your fingers brush over the bare skin between your thighs.  Another soft moan escapes you as they do; the sensation of your fingertips over your vulva is almost maddening.

And then the voice, from the bed.  The man you don't remember going to bed with, the man you didn't realize was there until just now.

"Come back to bed, baby.  You look cold, let me warm you up."

The voice sends a wave of confusion through you, as well as desire.  Your labia begin to moisten and swell slightly under your fingertips at its sound.  As you begin to turn towards it, and the man, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the window.

It's a reflection, and the sight of it captures you momentarily even more than the stirring desire in your loins or the familiarly evasive voice  of the man in the bed.

But it's not yours.

A stranger stares back at you in the window as a passing light in the sky illuminates the frame.

You aren't blond.  Your eyes aren't blue.  And you are definitely sure that your breasts aren't D cups, verging on double D.  Your lips have never been so lush, nor the color of rich plums.  And your tan has never been so even, so perfect and so... all over; even on the flat smooth hairless plain of your mons, as your fingers separate to allow your disbelieving eyes to take in all of you.

"Come on, Delilah, I want you," the man says from the bed.

As he says this, you feel a warm surge begin to flow through you from the very depths of your womb through your sex, spreading fast like a swelling wave throughout your body from this center.  Your mind begins to focus more upon the man with you, thinking of the night before, his hands upon your skin, his lips crushed to yours, his thick member pulsing with his desire buried deep within you.  The pleasure you gave him, which pleasured you in turn.

As you move to turn towards him, a smile curving over your lips at the memories of pleasure warming you, making you want more of it, your eyes light upon him.  The smile that was curving stops.

The man in the bed before you is someone who would never have inspired  desire in you before. But now, even as you look upon him, the sound of his voice reverberates through your flesh, making you warm and drawing small beads of perspiration to well from your pores and trickle delightfully down your skin.  You want him inside of you like nothing you've ever wanted before.

But your recognition of him is stunning.  A balding man in his middle ages, his body well-kept but still showing the signs of a lifestyle of excess.  His glasses are on the nightstand beside the bed; He sits up, expectantly.  The tan line on his left ring finger is obvious; you know to look there because you also know this man is married.  You know his wife, you've met his children.

This man is Mr. Stevens, an American biotech engineer for NewU.  He's been with the company for eight years, a devoted man and a research scientist.  His division is responsible for the creation of the Youth Project, which revitalizes aging cells and rejuvenates the recipient to a more youthful appearance.

You know all of these things about him, and more, because he's been your boss for the past three years!  Working from your home most days, you've been a member of the secretarial pool of his office answering calls or on some days in the office at the front desk.  There just wasn't as much money as you needed in it, and the bills kept on piling up.

Mama Sampson's kind face, looking up at you, moves through your head as memories of your family home force their way into your forebrain.  Sampson.

You aren't Delilah, your name is... Angelina Sampson
Status: Currently looking for writing partner
If you are interested in any of the above situations, please message me so we can discuss them.

Please Private Message me if you are interested.

These games will all be on Play by Post game in the Forums.
Thanks for looking!
« Last Edit: February 11, 2011, 01:05:23 AM by magikal »