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Post by The Wild One on Nov 12, 2006 9:50:03 GMT -5
Hey all I decided to make an advanced rping contest. I will give you a plot. You will have to rp and write the plot with your best rping techniques. I will be checking for spelling, not really grammar but if I see capitalization or puntuation mistakes I will take off points. Also try to use really descriptive equine vocabulary. Also don't be repetitive-it drives me CRAZY. Here is the plot: You are a foal. You are with your mother and father when a huge blizzard starts. Not only that but there is a lightning storm adn a tree nearby gets striked by the bolt. You decide what happens. Also fancy codes that change the appearance of your text will help you.
Rubric:
200pts=spelling
200pts=descriptiveness
200pts=equine vocab
100pts= no repetitiveness
capitalization-puntuation=100pts
200pts= pics, + appearance
500pts.=rping quality
Total out of 1300____
Prizes:
First prize= 1000 WT, and one magic horse.
second prize= 500Wt
third prize= 100 WT
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{♥}Aly{♥}
Yearling
One day your going to have a best friend for the life and the next you will have the worst enemy.
Posts: 27
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Post by {♥}Aly{♥} on Nov 12, 2006 21:50:40 GMT -5
As the lightning bolt struck the tree my dam and sire left me alone. I could see they were frightened and I whinnied out, stressed. My whinny wasn't loud enough but my dam stopped. She had recognized the whinny. She came galloping back a few minutes later. She nuzzled me and I could feel her morose feeling. She sighed and started to cry. She wouldn't stop and I got scared."M...mommy? W...what's w....wrong m...mommy?" She shook her crimson visage and I could tell she didn't want to talk about it. Before the storm went away a lightning bolt struck both me and my dam. I lived through it with a big scar on my shoulder. I looked over at my maternal and salty tears flowed from my minuscule optics. My dam was dead and her banner and pendulum stood upright. This is how I got my calling Lightning.
As I woke up from my nap I looked at my mate and my son. I smiled shortly and got up, stretching my appendages. I shook my visage and opened my pan then shut it again. I nipped my son's hindquarters."Tag your it Thunder!" I trotted after him since I knew that his upper limbs weren't as tall as mine for my blood was pure Arab and he was a mixed bantle. There were many differences from us but many more common things. I nuzzled him and a cloud hovered over us. I looked up and smiled as it started to drizzle. Whenever it rained my atmosphere became beautiful. I smiled as everything started to bloom and grow healthy again.[/color]
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Post by The Wild One on Nov 14, 2006 18:11:41 GMT -5
sounds great!
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