Defeater - discussion board

jupiter_hollow • 12 February 2014 at 12:15 AM

@bunnyshadow @poe @fluffy

I SEE YOU.

I was hoping you'd post my second post of the 1x1. Gash, that post is my pride and joy >w<

And guys... I'm not that good a roleplayer compared to some people. And I'm pretty sure I don't have half of Poe's vocabulary as it is.

bunnyshadow • 12 February 2014 at 12:16 AM

@jupiter_hollow Oh my gosh. Silver_winged. ;o;

I mish her.

jupiter_hollow • 12 February 2014 at 12:18 AM

@bunnyshadow
I do too honey... I do too.

But also Asi and Skylark. If we're talking about good roleplayers.

poe • 12 February 2014 at 12:22 AM

@jupiter_hollow @bunnyshadow
I haven't roleplayed much, so I haven't met a bunch of good roleplayers. I know a few people who write absolutely lovely poetry, but not so many that write stories. Or that I've read, anyway.

And my vocabulary isn't that large.... Is it?

(Also looking at the burdrah now if I spelled that right.)

bunnyshadow • 12 February 2014 at 12:22 AM

@jupiter_hollow </3


A-She

Sheelvar Weenged ;-;


Larka ;c


(EDIT)


@Poe EDGAR ALLEN POE

poe • 12 February 2014 at 12:28 AM

@bunnyshadow
That was random. XD

bunnyshadow • 12 February 2014 at 12:31 AM

@poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

poe • 12 February 2014 at 12:51 AM

@bunnyshadow
I love Edgar Allan Poe. I was working on reading a complete collection of his works, but I had to put it aside for the time being. His poems are lovely, and I love the humor in his prose.

bunnyshadow • 12 February 2014 at 12:53 AM

@poe I like the story where the man hears the herat beating under the floorboards. o-o I started reading Poe in fifth grade. Explains why I'm so messed up. xD

poe • 12 February 2014 at 1:07 AM

@bunnyshadow
I was just going to mention that "The Tell-Tale Heart" is one of my favourites! We can be messed up together. Speaking of messed up and Mr. Poe here, have you heard a song called "Buried Alive" that is entirely comprised of references to his stories and poems?

bunnyshadow • 12 February 2014 at 1:08 AM

@poe I haven't. I might check it out later. And the tell-tale heart has got to be my favorite by far. Also the Cask of Amontillado. I also like the one about the room xD

poe • 12 February 2014 at 1:27 AM

@bunnyshadow
Which one is the Cask of Amontillado again?

bunnyshadow • 12 February 2014 at 1:30 AM

@poe The one wear he buries someone alive in a basement.

poe • 12 February 2014 at 1:31 AM

@bunnyshadow
Oh yeah! Totally! I like his general fixation in being buried alive.

bunnyshadow • 12 February 2014 at 1:32 AM

@poe I have to head to bed now. ~ Good night, dahling 😃

Deleted • 12 February 2014 at 3:53 AM

Name: Kiya Lancaster

Nickname(s): ---

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Physical appearance: straight wiry brown hair with almond shaped eyes and freckles.

Personality: She's constantly afraid someone will find she doesn't have a problem functioning in society and take her back so she's overly jumpy and nervous. However, Kiya's caring and generous to her friends and she's willing to sacrifice her own wellbeing for the sake of others. She fakes depression but as the years go on she's not sure if she's really faking anymore. Due to this, Kiya usually seems glum, she's never smiled where other people can see her and doesn't have facial expressions. She takes things to the extreme and when she plays a part she truly lives it.

Mental Disorder: She doesn't have truly have one although she pretends to be depressed

@whispers - hope you're not mad that I made a charrie that doesn't have a mental disorder, I thought it would add some interest into the story.

jupiter_hollow • 12 February 2014 at 6:26 AM

@fluffy YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE THIS HEARTBREAKINGGGG!

Deleted • 12 February 2014 at 6:38 AM

@jupiter_hollow awwwhhh bby I couldn't help it. This is sad story ;(

jupiter_hollow • 12 February 2014 at 8:38 AM

@fluffy True ;-;

It doesn't mean that I'm okay with this... They'll see each other again, right?

pegasasu • 12 February 2014 at 5:57 PM

@fluffy @whispers @jupiter_hollow @bunnyshadow

Looks like I missed a lot xD ...I don't even know where the thread is o-o

poe • 12 February 2014 at 7:46 PM

@fluffy
That was lovely. :c. I'm dying to know what happens and I can't wait to read everyone else's posts.

whispers • 12 February 2014 at 9:01 PM

@fluffy Some spice. ;3 I'm fine with it.

bunnyshadow • 12 February 2014 at 11:29 PM

Such beauty. ;o;



My post would probably sound like:

Hi. This is Selena. She is kray kray. And hungry. On no she hears people getting whipped. Selena goes to sleep.

poe • 12 February 2014 at 11:40 PM

@bunnyshadow
I'm sure that your post will be better than that. Lol!

bunnyshadow • 12 February 2014 at 11:41 PM

@poe Should I write one right now? o-o What should I write her doing? *o*

poe • 12 February 2014 at 11:45 PM

@bunnyshadow
Yeah go for it! I guess write whatever makes sense. I'm not entirely sure of the setting, so I can't help with that part.

bunnyshadow • 12 February 2014 at 11:46 PM

@poe *crycry*

poe • 12 February 2014 at 11:50 PM

@bunnyshadow
I think there are cabins, though. And I don't really know how they get food, as in if there's like a place they serve food or where that is and stuff. But maybe your character is working? I don't know what kind of jobs there are, either.

whispers • 13 February 2014 at 12:10 AM

@poe @bunnyshadow They have cabin like things, and assignments they must do n all ._. Build on the setting. I really don't care xD MAKE IT INTERESTING MAN

poe • 13 February 2014 at 12:14 AM

@whispers
I love that you're just like do any stuff! That means @bunnyshadow has no reason to not make a post now. >😃