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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:05 am
Morgan was a normal man with a normal life. He worked a day job as a auto shop mechanic, single, no wife, no kids, though he hoped to have some one day. He watched sports on the weekends, and spent his money wisely. It was just another Monday night for him, a set of jumper cables in one hand and a fan blade from an engine in the other hand, working late to fix three different vehicles. He would have had help but his friend James had recently taken sick leave because of a broken leg. Morgan moved carefully and calmly, unaware of the danger that was growing nearer. A scorpion with the most incredible venom was approaching. It was moving deliberately toward him. It waited until he stood still and it struck, driving it’s stinger into Morgan’s ankle through his boot. Then it moved away and searched for a hiding place. Morgan felt the pain and instantly looked down to see the scorpion. And moved his leg to stomp on it. He heard a resounding crunching sound as he killed it. But then after he did, his hands began to hurt and he felt like he’d let go of the jumper cables and the fan blade, but when he looked, he saw that he hadn’t let go of them. In fact he could feel his grip tightening. His hands seemed to be merging with the items, twisting and stretching. The five blades of the fan began to turn and move to form a pincer, while the jumper cables began to writhe and move of their own accord, the pincer like clasps at their ends opening and closing on their own. He felt pain as the back of his pants ripped open and a tail grew. He felt to his whole body ache as his newly grown tail found some of his power tools and merged with them, the drills combining together with the tip of the tail to become the stinger. He then found himself falling as the concrete floor beneath his feet fell away. He looked up, the light slowly fading before the concrete floor sealed shut.
He fell into an underworld, a world below ours, where these scorpions are the children of pairings of people changed by the scorpions venom. A world where killing a scorpion, is to kill a child.
When morgan first fell into this world, he fell into a chamber Known as the House of The Gathered. Now, 22 years later you have found yourself in this place. It is the year 2012, and you have each been stung by one of these scorpions, you have been transformed by it’s venom, and you have found yourself in this place of birth deep beneath the ground, surrounded by others. Who are you, who were you, who will you become? What will you do with your life? Will you try to continue where you left off, will you accept your fate, or will you brave the dangers of this underground world to seek out the scorpion god of destruction and demand he return your humanity? Either way, Your troubles have only just begun.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:06 am
This world is call “Venom’s Embrace.” The Place you have found yourself is called the “House of the Gathered,” which is itself a type of waiting area. It is a great stone chamber, large enough to fit barn. In the center of the room is a pit deep enough to fit a 20 story building. It’s walls have a series of stone structures and platforms and ledges. This pit is known as the “Scorpion’s Road” The Scorpions Road leads to the center of Venom’s Embrace, and leads to the many roads that are the veins of this world. Tread carefully.
Rules:
Follow Gaia TOS.
Not Godmodding, you’ll get one warning and then your out.
No cybering, period. Romance however is encouraged to a degree.
When you are transformed, your hands fuse with whatever you are holding in them to form pincers or unique weaponry, as long as it isn’t another living being. Also, when your tail grows, the tip will merge with the first thing it touched to make a stinger. Beyond these changes, you are essentially human.
Send all profiles to me, Wire_Colossus, via pm with Stung as the title.
No gore.
Keep cursing to a minimum.
Respect your fellow rper’s. If you don’t like the person, I don’t care what the reason, don’t ignore their posts unless they weren’t accepted into the rp.
Have Fun.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:08 am
Profile form: [b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Detailed Description:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Profession/hobby:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b]
[b]Weaponry:[/b] (what kind of stinger do you have and what do your pincers look like, what were you holding when you were stung)
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:09 am
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