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Post by VynFyre on Jul 14, 2006 16:43:58 GMT -5
*Vyn Fyre clears his throat to and waves of heads turn towards him.*
People beware
there is danger in the air
be very wary
for what i am about to tell you is very scary
((this is an open RPG btu kinda casual hope i dont sound formal))
I shall send you into dream
where tigers scream
and penguins have color
and fish walk out of water
as things become real grasp them
you shall see the powers of my story telling again
*Everyone who listens immediately enters Vyns mind as he allows whoever inside to create fantasy and the unreal, As He sees people appearing he gives a demonstration of his power of imagination*
Watch closely or not at all because either way you will be amazed.
*Vyn reaches for the sky and begins to fly he turns trees pink and the water lime green*
Now everyone i give you the power of my imagination to use to your own will have duels with the other entrees into my mind, or simply show us what you would do if anything were possible.
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Post by veela on Jul 14, 2006 17:59:32 GMT -5
Veela, with her long dark, hair streaming behind her, jumps twenty feet upwards, bends her body foreward mid-air, and dives gracefully toward the ground. Right before hitting, the ground turns into a deep ocean and she plunges in to swim with giant manta rays and schools of small turqoise fish that look like miniature leopard sharks. After she submerges, you can hear a faint singing, making it's way to the surface of the water. You can also see a purplish glow coming from deep under the surface.
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Post by VynFyre on Jul 15, 2006 11:59:16 GMT -5
((((excellent example))))
*Vynfyre watches veela as she dive bombs towards the ground then realizes he is soaking wet with a shout he jumps out of the water and freezes the ocean*
Hahahaha now your stuck..
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Post by veela on Jul 17, 2006 13:01:15 GMT -5
Eek! How rude! Little did you know...I know fire magic! (There is an orange glow coming from the frozen depths and a hole starts melting into the ice. Veela springs through the water, grabs Vynfyre by the collar, soars up and deposits him into the tall branches of a maple tree.
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Post by VynFyre on Jul 17, 2006 15:57:10 GMT -5
Vyn hangs by his shirt from the a tall pink maple.. his cheeks turn red and he turns veela into a marshmallow.
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Post by veela on Jul 18, 2006 13:35:38 GMT -5
Veela drops some marshmallow goo on Vyn's head before turning back into herself. (sticks tongue out at Vyn  ) (Come on people! What would you do if there were no limits to anything?) |
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Post by Hermione on Jul 20, 2006 21:36:17 GMT -5
No limits to anything? Start exploring L-Space! (As in Terry Pratchett's L-Space. The James Ffoley version sounded interesting, but with no limits I'd have eternity to check them out and I'd definitely start with Pratchett's version!)
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Post by VynFyre on Jul 21, 2006 16:44:35 GMT -5
" BORING!" Vyn wipes off goo and throws it at hermione and then starts throwing snowballs made from lemon snow cones at her
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Post by Irishman on Jul 21, 2006 17:16:48 GMT -5
Irishman stands before the Ladies.
"Now, 'nuff o' this. Tha's not any way ta treat a lady! " Wraps his arm around Hermione and dunks her.
"That's the way ta treat a Lady!"
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Post by VynFyre on Jul 21, 2006 20:36:57 GMT -5
"hahahahhahaha." Vyn walks over to irishman and grows huge burly muscles and says "I challenge you to.................................... ARM WRESTLING!"
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Post by Hermione on Jul 22, 2006 18:29:54 GMT -5
*Hermione comes up spluttering*
Hey! You'll get my books wet!
Silly boys...
I'll have to find a spell to waterproof my reading materials...
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Post by VynFyre on Jul 22, 2006 18:49:10 GMT -5
"Hermione! Its my imagination you dont need a spell in here! anything you want is possible" Vyn swims over as the sea turns to milk, he then turns hermiones books into cookies. "HAHA brainfood! get it!"
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Post by Hermione on Jul 22, 2006 18:54:03 GMT -5
My first edition 'Muggle-Management for the Backyard Quidditch-Player'! It's over three hundred years old!
Oh, that's right -I can imagine anything here... I've always wanted to get my hands on a copy of 'Lesser-known Uses of the Greater Mandrake'! The librarians won't lend it to anyone but professors.
Hey, I LIKE this! It even has author notes in it
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Post by VynFyre on Jul 22, 2006 21:58:53 GMT -5
Vyn sighs and gives up on hermione, he walks away imagining his favorite book for her to read, "The Chronicles of Narnia". He sees Irishman just standing still... he is bored so he imagines a trampoline and starts jumping.
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Post by veela on Aug 1, 2006 10:59:07 GMT -5
I'm know you like to read a lot sookie, but you don't have to read a story to imagine being in it here. Just imagine it and you can be inside any book you'd like.
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Post by Potter on Aug 1, 2006 11:44:03 GMT -5
*Peers into dreamscape*
This looks like fun....... Hey, Veela! Uh, oh!
*Departs Dreamscape quickly before dirty mind can make this thread a little less PG*
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Post by VynFyre on Aug 1, 2006 20:02:11 GMT -5
LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Vyn traps potter in and turns him into a tellitubby... now your g rated.
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Post by Hermione on Aug 2, 2006 0:07:41 GMT -5
Hmmm... be IN a story? I don't know, I've read an awful lot of stories I'm glad aren't real....
*Involuntarily imagines getting stuck in the middle of an Old West shoot-out*
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Post by VynFyre on Aug 2, 2006 12:27:57 GMT -5
Vyn is the fastest draw in the west, but many other folk. Don't like it, so they try to take him down. "Vyn Fyre I challenge you to a shoot out" That was the voice of Sheriff Blackboot.
They stand back to back, and walk out twenty paces. They both turn around and aim, but dont shoot since a foolish girl is in the middle.
"Now, i say here miss, you best be gittin your toosh back in one of dem houses or you might get a hurtin." Vyn shoots the guns out of the Sherrif's hands. "Sherrif i believe i won."
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Post by bpimpn88 on Aug 2, 2006 20:03:30 GMT -5
bpimpn comes stumbling out of the bar and passes out and lands right on some goblin crap,way to drunk to move he lays helplessly waiting for the morning where a hangover awaits.
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