JaxbyDaniels
Royal Fool
Rules: No Godmodding
Be descriptive to the best of your ability, as in try to write at least a paragraph or two for each post. It's not fair if someone writes an incredibly detailed paragraph and you reply with a sentence
Remember, this takes place in the real world, albeit somewhat more technologically advance, so be somewhat realistic, Smartphones and such exist but they’re tailored for the Camp itself meaning you can’t really contact the outside world, there’s a Camp web browser and its own sort of Internet inaccessible from the outside world.
Try to roleplay in third person, it just makes it easier for everyone else to follow
If you have any major ideas for this roleplay send me a message
If English is a second language that's fine but try to make your post understandable to all
Don't create your own Camp lore, Character lore is fine but don't make up history for the camp unless discussed first with me.
Any questions feel free to ask. I will make an OOC and link it up top.
Be descriptive to the best of your ability, as in try to write at least a paragraph or two for each post. It's not fair if someone writes an incredibly detailed paragraph and you reply with a sentence
Remember, this takes place in the real world, albeit somewhat more technologically advance, so be somewhat realistic, Smartphones and such exist but they’re tailored for the Camp itself meaning you can’t really contact the outside world, there’s a Camp web browser and its own sort of Internet inaccessible from the outside world.
Try to roleplay in third person, it just makes it easier for everyone else to follow
If you have any major ideas for this roleplay send me a message
If English is a second language that's fine but try to make your post understandable to all
Don't create your own Camp lore, Character lore is fine but don't make up history for the camp unless discussed first with me.
Any questions feel free to ask. I will make an OOC and link it up top.
HAVE FUN!
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In today's news; a week-long cold-front in the southwestern-most acre has finally passed after a local resident with chilling powers had a violent cold. And; no more waiting in line for a seat at your favorite restaurant? A rumored new camp member who has the ability to make food, out of just about anything. In other news; Deidicus Blair, beloved founder of this camp and hero to us all is being honored today in the main square as a statue of his courageous and inspirational figure will be revealed today. Let's go on the scene with Dust Powers, Dust?
Thank you Vicki, if you look behind me you might recognize the large area that surrounds where I stand as the Main Square of Camp Outcast, what you won't recognize however, is the large covered statue of our founder: Sir Deidicus Blair. After many hours of planning and work, our effervescent camp will now be watched over by our most beloved hero molded completely out of gold mined from our incredibly eager mining corporation; we now have with us the head of that mining organization, Monty "Moleman" Grimes. Monty,
give us an idea of just how much gold this is.
Well Dust, we've actually been planning this for quite some time and gold isn't all that easy to come by, we've had a lot of dangerous journeys to the outside world, which took quite a bit of security and paperwork and even a bit of mind erasing, some mine collapses, long hours and a lot of tears but after ten years we've finally managed to rummage up enough gold for our founder, now some may say it's excessive but I don't think so, after all, we owe our lives to this man, without him my mother would have perished in the cold after being run out of her home by angry townsfolk, and I wouldn't be standing before ya today.
Well thank you Monty, you heard it here folks we ha-What? Is that? Is that the Director? There, coming out of the City Hall! Mr. Director! Mr. Director! Do you have a few words for us about the statue!
I have some place to be if you'll excuse me.
Just a few words! Please Mr. Director! Just give us your thoughts on the statue!
…Long overdue. Now if you'll excuse me.
Mr. Director! Mr. Directo-
*-Click-*
"Thanks, Gramps.” Digby jumped up and off the end of his bed, tossing the remote at his pillows for later use. The thud of his feet hitting the ground echoed in his tiny log cabin as he stretched out his arms from a long needed rest, he hadn't gotten a good sleep in months, of course that was due to his stubborn teenage rebellion and his complete lack of wanting sleep when we could spend the nights playing video games and watching streaming services. Digby walked through the small dark oak door that led out of his room and into the main living space where Digby kept his brown leather couch and an abundance of snacks, mostly crumbs and mostly stale. With what he thought was an incredible amount of swagger he grabbed his jacket off its hanger and thrust it into the air, throwing his left arm through the jacket's sleeve as it came falling down, albeit it was the wrong sleeve but he was proud nonetheless, he probably would've done a stupid fist pump into the air if anyone had been watching, ah what the hell, he did it anyways before opening the front door and closing it behind him, after putting his jacket on properly of course.
Digby inhaled deep. "Ahh." And exhaled. "Alright, statue unveiling and then nonstop training, I am definitely gonna nail this transformation today.”
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"Eighteen, Nineteen....Oh where's that last pesky dollar, oh! Here it is! Twenty. Thank you so much for your help Viridium."
"Please, Mrs. Nanhaven, call me Quake, I've been mowing your lawn for two years now and you're always still so formal." The tall muscular man gave a hearty chuckle that would have echoed for hours had he been in a boxed space. "And really, ten is enough, I don't think bread is getting any more expensive, I can handle the pay decrease."
"Oh nonsense, you know darn well you're going to spend that on a drink at the bar, I was young too, y'know! Please, take it, you deserve it for being so kind to me all these years." The sweet old lady was no more than five feet tall, slightly shaking as she stood in her doorway trying to persuade Quake into taking the money. She placed the twenty dollars in his large calloused hands and closed his fingers over it before giving his hand a firm pat. "And maybe think of investing in some gloves, dear, your hands have taken quite a beating."
"Thank you, Mrs. Nanhave-"
"Nancy! Now you're being too formal!"
"Thank you Nancy, have a good day."
Quake stretched his face wide into a large and welcoming smile before taking his leave and making his way down the path that led away from the old woman's house and onto the main road. It had been a fairly uneventful day, at least so far. Quake wasn’t one to shirk responsibility but it was Summer and while he should’ve been practicing what the Professors at Autumnrise had told him to practice during his off time, he instead spent it helping those that needed a hand.
Speaking of helping those in need; It was nearly time for the statue unveiling and Quake didn’t want to be disrespectful and miss it. He’d been able to locate a bus stop nearby that wasn’t too far from where it was going down. It wasn’t too crowded on the bus, after all most people would have arrived early for the statue unveiling, it would be a miraculous thing when that giant sheet was pulled off that statue and everyone at once could experience it, they would be streaming it live on TV, everyone had a chance to see. Thankfully he’d arrived in time, the sheet was still on the statue. The place, however, was fairly crowded, though there were still some seats available, Quake, however, opted to stand, he had skipped leg day after all and this would be his little way of making up for it.
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In today's news; a week-long cold-front in the southwestern-most acre has finally passed after a local resident with chilling powers had a violent cold. And; no more waiting in line for a seat at your favorite restaurant? A rumored new camp member who has the ability to make food, out of just about anything. In other news; Deidicus Blair, beloved founder of this camp and hero to us all is being honored today in the main square as a statue of his courageous and inspirational figure will be revealed today. Let's go on the scene with Dust Powers, Dust?
Thank you Vicki, if you look behind me you might recognize the large area that surrounds where I stand as the Main Square of Camp Outcast, what you won't recognize however, is the large covered statue of our founder: Sir Deidicus Blair. After many hours of planning and work, our effervescent camp will now be watched over by our most beloved hero molded completely out of gold mined from our incredibly eager mining corporation; we now have with us the head of that mining organization, Monty "Moleman" Grimes. Monty,
give us an idea of just how much gold this is.
Well Dust, we've actually been planning this for quite some time and gold isn't all that easy to come by, we've had a lot of dangerous journeys to the outside world, which took quite a bit of security and paperwork and even a bit of mind erasing, some mine collapses, long hours and a lot of tears but after ten years we've finally managed to rummage up enough gold for our founder, now some may say it's excessive but I don't think so, after all, we owe our lives to this man, without him my mother would have perished in the cold after being run out of her home by angry townsfolk, and I wouldn't be standing before ya today.
Well thank you Monty, you heard it here folks we ha-What? Is that? Is that the Director? There, coming out of the City Hall! Mr. Director! Mr. Director! Do you have a few words for us about the statue!
I have some place to be if you'll excuse me.
Just a few words! Please Mr. Director! Just give us your thoughts on the statue!
…Long overdue. Now if you'll excuse me.
Mr. Director! Mr. Directo-
*-Click-*
"Thanks, Gramps.” Digby jumped up and off the end of his bed, tossing the remote at his pillows for later use. The thud of his feet hitting the ground echoed in his tiny log cabin as he stretched out his arms from a long needed rest, he hadn't gotten a good sleep in months, of course that was due to his stubborn teenage rebellion and his complete lack of wanting sleep when we could spend the nights playing video games and watching streaming services. Digby walked through the small dark oak door that led out of his room and into the main living space where Digby kept his brown leather couch and an abundance of snacks, mostly crumbs and mostly stale. With what he thought was an incredible amount of swagger he grabbed his jacket off its hanger and thrust it into the air, throwing his left arm through the jacket's sleeve as it came falling down, albeit it was the wrong sleeve but he was proud nonetheless, he probably would've done a stupid fist pump into the air if anyone had been watching, ah what the hell, he did it anyways before opening the front door and closing it behind him, after putting his jacket on properly of course.
Digby inhaled deep. "Ahh." And exhaled. "Alright, statue unveiling and then nonstop training, I am definitely gonna nail this transformation today.”
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"Eighteen, Nineteen....Oh where's that last pesky dollar, oh! Here it is! Twenty. Thank you so much for your help Viridium."
"Please, Mrs. Nanhaven, call me Quake, I've been mowing your lawn for two years now and you're always still so formal." The tall muscular man gave a hearty chuckle that would have echoed for hours had he been in a boxed space. "And really, ten is enough, I don't think bread is getting any more expensive, I can handle the pay decrease."
"Oh nonsense, you know darn well you're going to spend that on a drink at the bar, I was young too, y'know! Please, take it, you deserve it for being so kind to me all these years." The sweet old lady was no more than five feet tall, slightly shaking as she stood in her doorway trying to persuade Quake into taking the money. She placed the twenty dollars in his large calloused hands and closed his fingers over it before giving his hand a firm pat. "And maybe think of investing in some gloves, dear, your hands have taken quite a beating."
"Thank you, Mrs. Nanhave-"
"Nancy! Now you're being too formal!"
"Thank you Nancy, have a good day."
Quake stretched his face wide into a large and welcoming smile before taking his leave and making his way down the path that led away from the old woman's house and onto the main road. It had been a fairly uneventful day, at least so far. Quake wasn’t one to shirk responsibility but it was Summer and while he should’ve been practicing what the Professors at Autumnrise had told him to practice during his off time, he instead spent it helping those that needed a hand.
Speaking of helping those in need; It was nearly time for the statue unveiling and Quake didn’t want to be disrespectful and miss it. He’d been able to locate a bus stop nearby that wasn’t too far from where it was going down. It wasn’t too crowded on the bus, after all most people would have arrived early for the statue unveiling, it would be a miraculous thing when that giant sheet was pulled off that statue and everyone at once could experience it, they would be streaming it live on TV, everyone had a chance to see. Thankfully he’d arrived in time, the sheet was still on the statue. The place, however, was fairly crowded, though there were still some seats available, Quake, however, opted to stand, he had skipped leg day after all and this would be his little way of making up for it.
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