i call your bluff, for i am the firmest and i have the firmness required to prove it.
“In the beginning God said, the four-dimensional divergence of an antisymmetric, second rank tensor equals zero, and there was light, and it was good. And on the seventh day he rested.”- Michio Kaku
Quick note on rules: 1) Make sure your votes are noticable, bold and/or color will do nicely. 2) I'm gonna have some pretty tight deadlines since this is a small game and you all are active. I'll start with 10 days and see if I can reduce it down to 6 or 7 on later days. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
48 minutes. That's all it took. Just 48 minutes.
Arthur could still remember the sound of his daughter's cries. The newborn had come into this world too early, and left the same way. In less than an hour, Arthur had gone from being a jubilant new father to a grieving man.
"Why am I doing this?" he thought, watching the tragically small coffin being lowered into the ground. He never wanted this. After the girl's heart fluttered and stopped his only thought was to forget the whole thing. Pretend it never happened. Move on. His wife refused to do so however. She demanded that there be a funeral, despite the fact that she had never even held the child. No birth certificate had ever been written. The child was but a nameless ghost.
As the ceremony drew to a close, Arthur walked his softly crying wife back to the car. They drove home in silence.
Mr. Squirrel wrote:Quick note on rules: 1) Make sure your votes are noticable, bold and/or color will do nicely. 2) I'm gonna have some pretty tight deadlines since this is a small game and you all are active. I'll start with 10 days and see if I can reduce it down to 6 or 7 on later days. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
48 minutes. That's all it took. Just 48 minutes.
Arthur could still remember the sound of his daughter's cries. The newborn had come into this world too early, and left the same way. In less than an hour, Arthur had gone from being a jubilant new father to a grieving man.
"Why am I doing this?" he thought, watching the tragically small coffin being lowered into the ground. He never wanted this. After the girl's heart fluttered and stopped his only thought was to forget the whole thing. Pretend it never happened. Move on. His wife refused to do so however. She demanded that there be a funeral, despite the fact that she had never even held the child. No birth certificate had ever been written. The child was but a nameless ghost.
As the ceremony drew to a close, Arthur walked his softly crying wife back to the car. They drove home in silence.
Day 1 Begins Deadline is Sat. Aug 4th
i think MS is the baby girl. this game is actually the story of his life
<NoSurvivors› then vote chuck for being an info whore
i wonder if we have a paranoia role out there. it would have been a perfect fit for yomiel. no role playing required all he had to do was be himself
that being said i'm not feeling particularly original in picking my vote so.... vote vodean
“In the beginning God said, the four-dimensional divergence of an antisymmetric, second rank tensor equals zero, and there was light, and it was good. And on the seventh day he rested.”- Michio Kaku