I used to be a member here a long time ago. My last visit was in 2008, so i that makes me an old-timer. It's been some time since then. I tried logging in on a whim and found that for some godforsaken reason, my profile was still on the website. So, i guess i'm back!
Green Manhattan In the beginning, there was chaos. Nations were rising up against each other, and times were bad for everyone. The missiles flew across the sky, and in the end, all but a few were left rotting on the ground. The few that did survive the horrible times of war and death did their duty as members of the human race- they began to build up again. And thus, they made the ultimate utopia- a great city known as Fiddler’s Green. It seemed like paradise- war, disease, hunger and poverty had been stripped away, and everything seemed like heaven. No one had any worries at all. Anyone could get just about whatever they wanted with no trouble at all, and their every desire was fulfilled. Such a peaceful, wonderful haven of joy. Why would anyone leave? And yet, there are those that do. They probably have their reasons. Some might argue that Fiddler’s green isn’t truly real, that people have gotten out of touch with their past. That people have grown shallow and indulgent, and lack individuality or creativity. And so, some who broke away have claimed their own territory. They were decidedly more spread out, as a result of running away from developed society to live on their own. However, the majority of the ones who left made their homes in the destroyed ruins of an older city. Since they only knew so much history, they didn’t know the city’s name. And so, they called it Manhattan (note: this is not named after the section of New York. The Manhattan project was the name of the project by the US to develop the first nuclear weapon in WWII). The two societies have lived in relative peace thus far, keeping their own borders. However, with different societies come different views, and different views inevitably bring conflict… Could history be doomed to repeat itself? The different societies: Fiddler’s Green Fiddler’s green, as stated before, is a vast city, approximately the size of the state of Rhode Island. It was built on the idea that for people to survive, they need to be happy. Therefore, the rules are relatively loose, and the people generally behave themselves. After all, what need do they have to bite the hand that feeds them? On the surface, it appears that people are generally happy and free to do what they wish. They do not understand the people who have left, and call them “Savagesâ€, for lack of a better term. However, to those who are brought up differently, or just have a different point of view, many questions are left unanswered. The denizens of fiddler’s green have no perception of history, for example. IS this because of the people in fiddler’s green are just too shallow and indulgent to care, or could it be by design? Additionally, people of both societies have spread rumors of a secret police force that keeps the denizens of fiddler’s green in line. They are known only as “The shepherdsâ€, and their identities, whereabouts, and methods are always unknown. Is there something darker behind the bright lights of Fiddler’s Green? Manhattan- The society of Manhattan is built on the idea that people need to be informed and have strict rules to survive. They disapprove of the indulgence and ignorance of the denizens of Fiddler’s Green, and contemptuously call them “sheepâ€. They believe that to truly appreciate life, one must turn to ideas and art as opposed to pleasures of the flesh. They have a stricter moral code than the people of fiddler’s green, so they are often times more restricted in their actions, and yet most of them seem genuinely happy. In Manhattan itself, which is the hub of the dissentor’s society and unofficial capital, there is some form of government and unity, but not in the way fiddler’s green is ruled. IT’s a bit more democratic, since people have more of an interest in what’s going on around them. However, the denizens of Manhattan are growing wary of late. There are rumors going around that something bad is about to happen. That war might be coming with the denizens of fiddler’s green. And no one knows why. What is brewing in Manhattan? Character sheet: Name: Age: Sex: Location/ Allegiance: Description/Appearance: Background: Weapons: Skills:
Leaping Lemmings?
BEing jewish, my family always has the best christmas meal ever-- Chinese food.:)
I never noticed it before, but you're right. I think it's the constantly dialated eyes.
No, you probably don't. But either way, i'm back. :) I've been gone for a while for multiple reasons, but i'm here again, at least for a little while.
The movie was made in 1941. It was made in black and white, and it had Cary Grant in it. It's not like it's a classic like the Maltese Falcon or the Marx Brothers' movies, so of course you haven't heard of it. For an old movie, it's actually not half bad, though.
Who cares? As long as they are good movies, it shouldn't really matter, right? After all, it doesn't matter when it's made, a movie about a family like that is still funny (even if the humor is a bit dated). And the wine... you've gotta love the elderberry wine! :D
Holy crap, someone else knows this movie? I had to see it for drama five years ago because it was our school play. I played one of the policemen. This is the version with Cary Grant made in '41, right?
Mind if i play Axel?
In soviet russia, television watches you In soviet russia, telephone calls you
A hit and run? That just plain sucks. I hope they find him soon. And my condolences for your loss...
Played by: mr_croup Character name: Michael Age: 18 Race: Angel Good, Evil, Neutral: Neutral Powers: Levitation, can turn light into solid supstance, can manipulate light, can "spread his wings" Personality: Quiet, distant, but once people talk to him he can be friendly. Appearance: http://www.angelslight.org/gallery/angel2.jpg Writing Sample: There are no such things as true angels, and Michael knew it as he paced around in his cell. True angels are beings of purity, goodness, and beauty. Angels are, for lack of a better word, perfect. Michael knew he was imperfect. He couldn't be an angel. Sure, that's what the scientists had called him. He did, after all, have similar powers, and he looked the part. But it was just a name. Micheal knew he couldn't be a true angel because true angels were always happy, and obeyed the will of their superiors. These were two qualities which Michael did NOT have. In fact, he was feeling angry and alone. He was tired of being a guinea pig to scientists, who were only using him for their own intentions. He was tired of living in a cell. He wanted to be free...
The smell was growing stronger. The shepherd thought about what it meant that he wasn't alone. Since he had gained his powers-- since that night-- he hadn't ever looked at people the same way. They were all his enemies after that. But there were people who were different, like him. Maybe he could communicate with them, like they were human beings, not zombies. The response seemed to come from nowhere. "Yeah right," said a sarcastic voice. The shepherd's reverie was broken when he heard voices coming from somewhere not too far away.
The stench hit the shepherd like a brick to the face. He'd recognize a stench like that anywhere. Someone was using the darkness. But that was immpossible. Besides Blake himself, no one had power like that except for the gods. Unless... "Unless I'm not the only one touched by a god", the shepherd said out loud as he started off towards the stench.
someone who watches CSI?
If i was gonna die, i'd like to be doing something funny when i go. Like slipping and falling on my head and dying of a concussion while i was having a swordfight with a man dressed in a scooby-doo outfit. Or something wacky like that. As long as i can go out with a laugh and people can laugh at the way i went, i wouldn't mind dying all that much. :D
Waka Laka (E=MC^2) mix- Jenny Rom vs. Zippers
Name: The Shepherd Age: 26 Apearance: Face is constantly shrouded in a black hood. Has a black cloak and black slacks. Power(s): Can summon small demons in the shadows. Weapon(s): Broadsword Ability(s): Quick run, sprint, high jump Live in Blackmoor/Whitemoor: Blackmoor History (optional): He wasn't ever aware that he was being controlled. That was, of course before the day he resisted blakes grip on his mind and showed kindness to a small girl who was lying hurt in the street. She turned out to be one of the high gods, and granted him the power to summon demons. That night when he got home, his parents were forced by blake's will to try to kill him. Seeing no other choice, he was forced to use his powers to kill his own parents. He swore he would get revenge and become powerful enough to kill blake and take the rose for himself. He left his old name behind and began calling himself the shepherd.
that's true... but happiness is always there, too. After all, if it weren't for sorrow there'd be no joy.
