The Meeting Place - Discussions and so forth

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*grins*
I like it. I'm not sure if it's an Urban egend, but it's a cool story. Shall we find a place to put it and any others like it? ;)

- Pounamu
 

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*shrug* Like I said, it's the first time I've tried to write up an urban legend of any kind, so if it's not quite right, that's why.
*looks left, sees a farm, looks across the road, sees another farm*
Probably part of growing up in area that's pretty much the polar opposite of an urban one. :rolleyes:

I'll see if I can come up with something closer to traditional style urban legends though.
 

Alright... before I post my own, I just want to point a few things out that will make your urban legends so good they will even pass as urban legends in this day and age... first things first.... FOAF...

((Sorry thar... but yours is the only one posted... if you don't like this I'll re-post and use a real urban legend... I mean, don't get me wrong, it was great! But not QUITE and urban legend.))

Tharivious_Meliamne said:
The Bearded Prophet
"It all started about three years ago, this friend of mine (Here's a biggy, remember, "FOAF" it must be removed from you yet still close to him, ex. "Friend of a cousin" "friend of a friend" "uncle of a friend" &c) was walking through Times Square with his girlfriend when all of a sudden he saw this... unusual person standing just outside of his line of vision. It was strange, or so he said. This person was about six feet tall, he was wearing dark sunglasses, it was a bright day, he had a long trenchcoat on, it was windy, nothing out of the ordinary there... but he had this beard that was almost a foot long. I know, I know, that's not impossible, look at that old band ZZ Top from fifty years ago, but that's not the point... This person looked like he was only twenty years old. So anyway, my friend was walking by and he couldn't help but look at this guy.

"His girlfriend elbowed him in the side and told him to stop staring, and he would have listened too, but he just couldn't make himself look away, and when he got close enough, the person noticed. He waited until he was right alongside my friend and reached out, grabbing a hold of his collar and yelling,
'All will be revealed! All will be revealed!' at the top of his lungs, then let go of him and walked away as if nothing had happened.

"My friend looked at his girlfriend and smirked, kind of nervously, you know what I mean? Anyway, he was freaked out by it, but he said to her,
'I have no idea what that guy was talking about, but that freaked me out.' His girlfriend could only reply, 'Neither do I, but he did grab you by the collar and yell at you, and his breath smelled like cheap whiskey, I wouldn't worry about it.'

"So they left, heading back to his apartment. When they got there, a note was pinned to his door, just tacked up there like some passer-by had slapped the door and walked away, not even attaching it straight, kinda crooked. My friend looked at it and said to himself,
'What's this?', then opened it up and read it, I have the note right here, let me read it for you... Huh? What do you mean how did I get the note? The point is I have it, you'll find out when I'm done the story, don't worry.
("Proof? Material proof? It must be real!" a good urban legend has yet to be proven, or happened but so long ago it's not worth mentioning...)

"The note said, 'All will be revealed', written out in rushed, sloppy script and blue ink. My friend freaked, he dropped the note and almost backed into the wall behind him. I mean, he was out of it, way more than he should have been. His girlfriend picked it up and read it, and she laughed,
'That's just too funny', she said, she always did like irony, but that's beside the point. She looked at him, and he was pale as a ghost, I mean, there were people at the county morgue that looked more lively, and she was a little worried. She tried to calm him down, but to no avail, he was flipping out.

"She managed to get him inside the apartment and sitting on the couch, then she looked at the other side of the note. It had a web address on it in black ink, so she went over to his laptop and typed it in, and when the site came up, she turned to look at him and said,
'How dare you?', which led them into an argument. He denied her accusations vehemently, and she kept yelling that the truth had been revealed before walking out and throwing her ring at his face.

"Turns out the picture showed that my friend had been cheating on her with her best friend, and this web address had a picture of them on the main page. The only problem was, the picture had a tag on the bottom corner of it that was dated. What was the date, you ask? The picture was dated the same day that this all happened, but two hours after they had the argument. Of course, neither one of them saw the strange guy with the beard standing on their fire escape and looking in the window.
(For consistency reasons, the "I"'s are replaced with "My Friend") My friend did, because he was walking up to the building at just that moment and had planned on using the fire escape to go up, like he usually does.

"So he walked up the stairs and went in, my friend gave me the note, pointed to the computer, and walked out, slamming the door behind him. Turns out he went to his girlfriend's best friend's place, and they are now happily dating and engaged. As for his now ex-girlfriend, she disappeared about two days after all this happened, and they found a foot long false beard at her apartment when they searched for her.

("What, are you saying he's some sort of alien? Man, you're crazy!" Remember, in this setting, no one knows about elves or cat people... and those things would seem really really far fetched, kind of like aliens. They would be classified as "Sci-fi/High Fantasy" not "realistic fiction/urban legend", So this part will be cut in the final draft...)"The weirdest thing was, when I looked up at the guy on the fire escape as I got to the apartment building, I saw beneath the trenchcoat, and it looked like he had a tail. True story, I swear it."
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Right, with that said, her is what I came up with.

Tharivious_Meliamne said:
The Bearded Prophet (Revised)
"It all started about three years ago, this friend of a cousin of mine -- we'll call him Jimmy -- was walking through Times Square with his girlfriend when all of a sudden he saw this... unusual person standing just outside of his line of vision. It was strange, or so Jimmy said. This person was about six feet tall, he was wearing dark sunglasses, it was a bright day, he had a long trenchcoat on, it was windy, nothing out of the ordinary there... but he had this beard that was almost a foot long. I know, I know, that's not impossible, look at that old band ZZ Top from fifty years ago, but that's not the point... This person looked like he was only twenty years old. So anyway, my friend was walking by and he couldn't help but look at this guy.

"His girlfriend elbowed him in the side and told him to stop staring, and he would have listened too, but he just couldn't make himself look away, and when he got close enough, the person noticed. He waited until he was right alongside Jimmy and reached out, grabbing a hold of his collar and yelling,
'All will be revealed! All will be revealed!' at the top of his lungs, then let go of him and walked away as if nothing had happened.

"Jimmy looked at his girlfriend and smirked, kind of nervously, you know what I mean? Anyway, he was freaked out by it, but he said to her,
'I have no idea what that guy was talking about, but that freaked me out.' His girlfriend could only reply, 'Neither do I, but he did grab you by the collar and yell at you, and his breath smelled like cheap whiskey, I wouldn't worry about it.'

"So they left, heading back to his apartment. When they got there, a note was pinned to his door, just tacked up there like some passer-by had slapped the door and walked away, not even attaching it straight, kinda crooked. Jimmy looked at it and said to himself,
'What's this?', then opened it up and read it, the note said, 'All will be revealed', written out in rushed, sloppy script and blue ink. Jimmy freaked, he dropped the note and almost backed into the wall behind him. I mean, he was out of it, way more than he should have been. His girlfriend picked it up and read it, and she laughed, 'That's just too funny', she said, she always did like irony, but that's beside the point. She looked at him, and he was pale as a ghost, I mean, there were people at the county morgue that looked more lively, and she was a little worried. She tried to calm him down, but to no avail, he was flipping out.

"She managed to get him inside the apartment and sitting on the couch, then she looked at the other side of the note. It had a web address on it in black ink, so she went over to his laptop and typed it in, and when the site came up, she turned to look at him and said,
'How dare you?', which led them into an argument. He denied her accusations vehemently, and she kept yelling that the truth had been revealed before walking out and throwing her ring at his face.

"Turns out the picture showed that Jimmy had been cheating on her with her best friend, and this web address had a picture of them on the main page. The only problem was, the picture had a tag on the bottom corner of it that was dated. What was the date, you ask? The picture was dated the same day that this all happened, but two hours after they had the argument. Of course, neither one of them saw the strange guy with the beard standing on their fire escape and looking in the window. My friend did, because he was walking up to the building at just that moment and had planned on using the fire escape to go up, like he usually does.

"So he walked up the stairs and went in, Jimmy gave him the note, pointed to the computer, and walked out, slamming the door behind him. Turns out he went to his girlfriend's best friend's place, and they are now happily dating and engaged. As for his now ex-girlfriend, she disappeared about two days after all this happened, and they found a foot long false beard at her apartment when they searched for her.

"True story, I swear it."
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((Sighs after posting all that...))

Now lets see if I can practice my preachings...

bg3.ex.wrm
Hey, I have this story that you won't believe! True story! Happened to a friend of my uncle's. His name was Paul Sherman.

Well, any ways, my friend paul worked at a bank. I think it was CIBC... yeah! That's right, it was CIBC. Any way, he had worked there for something like, twenty years. His whole life revolved around his job. He was like, fifty and he wasn't even married, he spent to much time working.

Well, one day, the people who own the bank had the nerve to fire him. The man was fifty years old, worked at the same bank for twenty years, and they fire him!

He wasn't very happy, and he had a huge tantrum over it.

Well, get this... three days after this guy is fired, a lady goes down to the bank. She punches in her number, and goes to take some money out.

Get this, the machine made a noise that could easily pass for mechanical laughter, and smoke started coming out. The lady was about to back away, when the area where the money goes in suddenly burst open, spraying money every where.

She wasn't the only person this happened to... in fact, it kept happening for a whole week.

CIBC guesses Jimmy wasn't to happy about being fired, and he sent a virus of some sort into the bank tellers.

True story, I swear. Happened to a friend of my uncle's. Just ask him!
 

No worries Drindin, I understand about the whole FOAF thing associated with urban legends.

I wrote the first draft of mine as being a sort of first person variant on the traditional style. It's possible that by the time of the setting to be used that these stories would be recorded and carried on small personal players by some people, which is the feel I was aiming for.
Originally posted by Drindin
"What, are you saying he's some sort of alien? Man, you're crazy!" Remember, in this setting, no one knows about elves or cat people... and those things would seem really really far fetched, kind of like aliens.
The vague ending was the point, no specific detail as to what the strange person was, which will be linked to in the next shot actually. It might take a while to get the next one together, but it will be tied in.
 

Hey! Where is everyone?

Ok, we got a couple of urban legends here and some offers of aliens.

Would anyone care to create smething on the tecnology of TMP? How about news reports, or something else that could give people quirks of the setting?
I could really do with some technolocial comments.. hehe

It's supposed to be your setting after all... Come on, show me whatchya got! ^ ^

- Pounamu
 

It's hard to maintain a high level of enthusiasm when the starting date keeps getting pushed back farther and farther... Any word yet?
 

Yes. But I'm not going to say what that word is for fear of jinxing it, and without patron help frankly it may keep getting pushed back.
Websites can't be done until all the support work is in. People in other areas are unwilling to give other resources until at least that much has been supported, which it looked like it was going to be but reality hasn't been good.
Which is why I had been trying to round up those that offered pieces...

And why I suspect I'm going to end up having quite a few late nights soon to replace some parts instead. :(

This was supposed to be a patron-created setting, moreso than the homebrew Juxta or the common-knowledge adaption of Oerth. And so far, many things have been patron decided, such as location, time, technology. But that's the tip of the iceberg for a full setting.

Our discussions on the boards had me waiting on urban legends or gossip pages, player art, social structure write-ups. Other than what's been posted here directly and a few alien race descriptions, only the businesses have really been coming to me. That's disheartening. ><

- Pounamu
 

I'll reiterate what Pou said. The webpage can't be made until the pieces are all written. The room can't go up until the webpage is made.

So... here's the deal. Volunteer to write sections of the web content, and e-mail them to Pounamu (expect her to need to tweak things to make all the pieces meld). Once it all gets together I can have the website up in a few weeks and the rooms to follow. The board I won't know more on until I talk more to Paradox, but I'd expect that would be right on the tail of the room.

Bottom line, this setting is for you, the guests. So if you want it, you are going to have to contribute. If I see Pounamu being asked to do all the compiling, all the writing etc, then it will be assumed that there is not enough interest and the project will be scrapped. She's being compensated to coordinate, not design from the ground up or do all the major leg work on.
 

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