“The Cullings” RP-ing Thread
May 10, 2021 at 5:53 pm #133827May 10, 2021 at 7:34 pm #133828Winter Rose@winter_rose
I can write a bit, but I’m not exactly sure where on the timeline to start. Should it be when the characters win the spot in the Cullings, or should it be more like right when all the players are boarding the Resilience?
Oh, and is everyone writing in first person?
“…I’m not the same person that I was…”
“Some folks only grow more beautiful.”May 12, 2021 at 8:54 pm #133906Mischievous Thwapling@mischievous-thwaplingMay 13, 2021 at 2:19 pm #133927
Aha, three of our quartet is here! And to answer the questions:
- I don’t think it matters. A few various ideas we tossed around were having the story start off when the contestants realized they were going to be sent to the Cullings (although that might be repetitive), or, as you said, we could start with the first game or boarding the Resilience. *shrugs* I think it kinda depends on what works best for your specific character.
- I think so… for now. 🙂
*hopes Melody makes it soon*
"For love is strong as death." -GodMay 14, 2021 at 3:05 pm #133954Mischievous Thwapling@mischievous-thwapling
True, that could end up being repetitive!!
*hopes with you*
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."June 16, 2021 at 8:08 am #134776Winter Rose@winter_rose
(I posted this several days ago but a bunch of posts got deleted, so here it is again.)
Osiris stepped off of his spaceship’s boarding ramp and onto the Resilience, a gigantic star ship and the host of the Cullings.
Here I am.
Everyone on his planet had been dreaming of this opportunity since they day they were old enough to understand it. Sure, it was going to be tough, but if you won…
It would all be worth it.
Osiris hopped down from the boarding ramp and wandered about the wide open area where all of the incoming ships docked. He had a backpack slung over one shoulder, stuffed full with necessities (mostly robot parts). A little android followed behind Osiris, dragging after it a suitcase about twice its size.
“We made it, Vee,” Osiris said to the robot. Vee looked up and let out an electronic chirp. *(Only because of me)* She said.
Osiris chuckled and moved away from his ship.
Other Players were beginning to arrive on the Resilience. It looked as if Osiris had been one of the last ones to make it. That’s what you get from using non-commercial transport, Osiris frowned.
He moved over to an area where several other Players had gathered. It looked as if they were waiting to be taken on a tour or something. A tall, white, humanoid android looked like it was the tour guide.
Osiris and Vee merged with the group. Vee immediately began conversing with several other servant androids present. They seemed to like her.
Osiris hoped he would have as much luck making friends as Vee did.
“…I’m not the same person that I was…”
“Some folks only grow more beautiful.”June 18, 2021 at 5:42 pm #134844
When a knock sounded on the door of Aleck’s large home, he’d been mildly curious. When he’d opened the door to reveal two officers in uniform standing outside, he’d been confused. When they had asked a few questions of his father, then ordered him to grab his necessities, he’d been alarmed. When they had escorted him to a hoverdisk and zipped away, he’d been scared.
When he was brought to a spaceship and locked in a comfortable yet sparse room and watched his planet fade into the starry black void, he’d been terrified.
And when the spaceship landed in the gihugic starship The Resilience, he’d understood and feared.
Aleck McKraken was going to be a contestant in the Cullings.
While the goals of millions – nay, billions – of other children around the universe were to compete in the Cullings and win, Aleck’s planet of Tiras had always considered entering a sure sign of disappearing. Whether or not you won, you never came back.
The three-minute goodbye he’d been able to spew to his parents hadn’t been enough. The last hour he’d spent with his sister before she left for school hadn’t been enough. The last glance he’d taken of his room and home hadn’t been enough.
He was stuck.
“C’mon, boy, it’ll be fine,” Captain Teres said, grabbing Aleck’s arm and slinging his compact bag over his burly shoulder. Aleck gripped the hilt of his energysword and let Teres lead him forward: into the corrider, off the ship, onto the Resilience. He took a deep, steadying breath and surveyed his surroundings.
Kids and teens of all shapes, sizes, species, and styles were scattered in the docking area. Some wore huge grins – others looked as frightened as Aleck felt. The floor and walls shone white, a brilliant contrast to the huge, round windows overlooking the midnight universe. Aleck knew that the Resilience must be orbiting a moon or something – after all, it was tradition – but he couldn’t see it to be sure.He raked his red hair out of his face and blew out his breath, squaring his shoulders and trying to look confident as Teres released his arm and he followed the stout captain to a group of kids clustered around a gleaming white, humanoid droid who appeared to be giving instructions or a tour or something.
When they reached the group, Teres clapped Aleck on the shoulder, muttered, “Good luck, lad”, handed him his bag, and left.
So… that was touching. Taking another deep breath as he shouldered his stuff, Aleck looked around. Boys and girls, short and tall, dark and pale, stout and skinny – all were there. Some had droids hovering or following them around, others looked like they only came with the clothes on their backs. Some looked haughty, others subdued. One girl was even crying. Aleck shuddered and looked away.
“Once most of you have arrived,” the droid said in a smooth, feminine voice that spoke much too slowly for Aleck, “you will be split into four different groups and led to your various dorms. The droid that will lead you to your dorms will inform you of the schedule and what will be expected of you.”
“Once most of you have arrived…”
Rolling his eyes, Aleck found a spot by the wall and sank down, his bag on his lap, fingering his energysword. What was he doing here? Would he ever get home?
Keep a straight face, Aleck told himself. You’re confident, inspiring, bold – glad you’re here. You’re not scared.
But he was scared.
After all, his life had just been unalterably changed.
"For love is strong as death." -God
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