Murdered By Love « Result #1 on Jul 21, 2009, 12:27am »
the information//? site name ;; Murdered By Love site opened ;; 7/16/09 leveling ;; intermediate - advanced genre ;; dark future species allowed ;; angels demons and humans canons ;; almost always spots open
why join//? The sites got it's own special twist to it, and I'm constantly adding on new plots for new canon places to be opened up. Instead of typical fantasy with vampires and lycans, Murdered By Love allows you to be either a human mortal, an angel, or a demon. New species will be allowed with the more members that are added! So JOIN!/!!
So, you think that when an animated movie or show's over with, the heroes all live happily ever after, right? Or you don't even know what happens to them because the series wasn't renewed for another season! But don't worry, it's not over for our favorite cartoon characters just yet though. At the conclusion of their respective tales, they suddenly find themselves in a new and unfamiliar world that, oddly enough, seems already prepared just for them. This world is called Animasia.
They're not only ones in Animasia though. Other characters from different cartoons and old -- and new -- enemies have been brought here as well. Our heroes must learn to adapt to life and each other here. Unfortunately, the villains are up to their old tricks again, and they may not want to let the good guys rest easily after their onscreen adventures...
What we offer: A fun, friendly environment with helpful and fair staff. A massive variety of characters from both anime and western animation to pick from: whether it's stop-motion, CGI, or traditional animation, or film or television characters, we'll most likely allow it.
Far, far away in a town of India called Chinchini, where in days long gone by the ancient gods in whom the people believed are said sometimes to have appeared to those who called upon them for help, there lived three brothers of noble birth, who had never known what it was to want for food, or clothes, or a house to live in. Each was married to a wife he loved, and for many years they were all as happy as the day was long. Presently however a great misfortune in which they all shared befell their native country. There was no rain for many, many weeks; and this is a very serious thing in a hot country like India, because, when it does not rain for a long time, the ground becomes so parched and hard that nothing can grow in it. The sun is very much stronger in India than it is in England; and it sent forth its burning rays, drying up all the water in the tanks and changing what had been, a beautiful country, covered with green crops good for food, into a dreary desert, where neither men nor animals could get anything to eat. The result of this was that there was a terrible famine, in which hundreds of people and animals died, little children being the first to suffer.
Now the three brothers, who had none of them any children, got frightened at the state of things, and thought to themselves, "If we do not escape from this dreadful land, we shall die." They said to each other: "Let us flee away from here, and go somewhere where we are sure of being able to get plenty to eat and drink. We will not take our wives with us; they would only make things worse for us; let us leave them to look after themselves."
So the three wives were deserted, and had to manage as best they could without their husbands, who did not even trouble to wish them goodbye. The wives were at first very sad and lonely, but presently a great joy came to one of them which made the other two very happy as well. This joy was the birth of a little boy, whose two aunts loved him almost as much as his mother did. The story does not tell how they all got food whilst the famine was going on, though it is very evident that they were not starved, for the baby boy grew fast and was a strong healthy little fellow.
One night all the three wives had the same dream, a very wonderful one, in which the god Siva, who is very much honoured in India, appeared to them. He told them that, looking down from Heaven, he had noticed how tenderly they cared for the new-born baby, and that he wished them to call him Putraka. Besides this he astonished them by adding that, as a reward for the unselfish way in which they had behaved, they would find one hundred thousand gold pieces under the little child's pillow every morning, and that one day that little child would be a king.
The wonderful dream was fulfilled, and the mother and aunts called the boy Putraka. Every morning they found the gold pieces under his pillow, and they took care of the money for him, so that when he grew up he was the very richest man in the whole country. He had a happy childhood and boyhood, his only trouble being that he did not like having never seen his father. His mother told him about the famine before he was born, and how his father and uncles had gone away and never come back. He often said, "When I am a man I will find my father and bring him home again." He used his money to help others, and one of the best things he did was to irrigate the land; that is to say, he made canals into which water was made to flow in times when there was plenty of rain, so that there was no danger of there being another famine, such as that which had driven his father and uncles away. The country in which he lived became very fruitful; everybody had enough to eat and drink; and Putraka was very much loved, especially by the poor and unhappy. When the king who ruled over the land died, everybody wanted Putraka to take his place, and he was chosen at once.
One of the other wise things Putraka did, when he became king, was to make great friends with his Brahman subjects. Brahmans are always very fond of traveling, and Putraka thought, if he were good and generous to them, they would talk about him wherever they went, and that perhaps through them his father and uncles would hear about him. He felt sure that, if they knew he was now a king ruling over their native land, they would want to come back. He gave the Brahmans plenty of money, and told them to try and find his father and uncles. If they did, they were to say how anxious he was to see them, and promise them everything they wanted, if only they would return.
Just what the young king hoped came to pass. Wherever the Brahmans went they talked about the country they came from and the wonderful young king who ruled over it. Putraka's father and uncles, who were after all not so very far off, heard the stories about him, and asked the Brahmans many questions. The answers made them very eager to see Putraka, but they did not at first realize that he was closely related to them. Only when they heard the name of his mother did they guess the truth. Putraka's father knew, when he deserted his wife, that God was going to give her a child soon; which made it even more wicked of him to leave her. Now, however, he forgot all about that, only thinking how he could make as much use as possible of the son who had become a king. He wanted to go back at once alone, but the uncles were not going to allow that. They meant to get all they could out of Putraka too; and the three selfish men, who were now quite old, set off together for the land they had left so long ago.
They arrived safely, and made their way to the palace, where they were received, with great rejoicings. None of the wives, said a word of reproach to, the husbands who had deserted them; and as for Putraka, he was so overjoyed at having his father back, that he gave him a beautiful house to live in and a great deal of money. He was very good to his uncles too, and felt that he had now really nothing left to wish for.
The three wives very soon had good reason to wish their husbands had stayed away. Instead of being grateful for all Putraka's generosity, they were very unkind and exacting, never pleased with anything; and whatever they had given them, they were always trying to get more. In fact, they were silly as well as wicked; for they did not realize that this was not the way to make the king love them or wish to keep them with him. Presently they became jealous of Putraka, and began to wish to get rid of him. His father hated to feel that his son was king, whilst he was only one of that king's subjects; and he made up his mind to kill him, hoping that if he could only get rid of him he might rule over the country in his stead. He thought and thought how best to manage this, and did not at first mean to tell his brothers anything about it; but in the end he decided he had better have them on his side. So he invited them to go with him to a secret place to talk the matter over.
After many meetings the three wicked men decided that they would pay some one to kill the king, first making the murderer they chose swear that he would never tell who had ordered him to do the terrible deed. It was not very difficult to find a man bad enough to take money for such an evil purpose, and the next thing to do was to decide where and when the deed was to be done. Putraka had been very well brought up by his mother, and he often went to a beautiful temple near his palace to pray alone. He would sometimes stop there a long time, winning fresh wisdom and strength to do the work he was trusted with, and praying not only for himself, but for his father, his mother, his aunts and uncles, and for the people he loved so much.
The murderer was told to wait in this temple, and when the young king was absorbed in prayer, to fall suddenly upon him and kill him. Then, when Putraka was dead, he was to take his body and bury it far away in the depths of the forest where it could never be found. At first it seemed likely that this cruel plot would succeed. To make quite sure, the murderer got two other men as wicked as himself to come and help him, promising to give them a share in the reward. But the god who had taken care of Putraka ever since he was born, did not forget him now. As the young king prayed, forgetting everything in his earnest pleading for those he loved, he did not see or hear the evil men drawing stealthily close to him. Their arms were uplifted to slay him, and the gleam of the weapons in the light that was always kept burning flashed upon him, when suddenly the heavenly guardian of the temple, who never left it day or night, but was generally invisible, appeared and cast a spell upon the wicked men, whose hands were arrested in the very act to strike.
What a wonderful sight that must have been, when Putraka, disturbed in his prayers, looked round and saw the men who had come to kill him, with the shadowy form of the guardian threatening them! He knew at once that he had been saved from a dreadful death by a messenger from the god he had been worshipping. As he gazed at the men, the guardian faded away and he was left alone with them. Slowly the spell cast on them was broken, and they dropped their weapons, prostrated themselves, and clasped their hands in an appeal for mercy to the man they had meant to destroy. Putraka looked at them quietly and sadly. He felt no anger against them, only a great thankfulness for his escape. He spoke to the men very sternly, asking them why they wished to harm him; and the chief murderer told him who had sent them.
The knowledge that his father wished to kill him shocked and grieved the young long terribly, but he controlled himself even when he learnt the sad truth. He told the men that he forgave them, for they were not the most to blame; and he made them promise never to betray who had bribed them to kill him. He then gave them some money and told them to leave him.
When Putraka was alone, he threw himself upon the ground and wept very bitterly. He felt that he could never be happy again, never trust anyone again. He had so loved his father and uncles. It had been such a joy to him to give them pleasure, and yet they hated him and wished to kill him. He wondered whether he was himself to blame for what had happened, and began to think he was not worthy to be king, if he could make such a mistake as he now feared he had made in being so generous to those who could have such hard thoughts of him as to want to take his life. Perhaps after all it would be better for his country to have another king. He did not feel as if he could go back to his palace and meet his father and uncles again. "What shall I do? What shall I do?" he cried, his sobs choking his voice. Never in all his life had he thought it possible to be so miserable as he was now. Everything seemed changed and he felt as if he were himself a different person. The only thing that comforted him at all was the thought of his mother, whose love had never failed him; but even that was spoiled by the remembrance that it was her husband who had wished to kill him. She must never know that, for it would break her heart: yet how could he keep it from her? Then the idea came to him that the best thing he could do would be to go away and never see his own people again.
In the end the poor young king decided that he would go right away as his father and uncles had done; and his mind being made up, he became more cheerful and began to think he might meet with some interesting adventures in a new country, where nobody knew anything about him. As soon as it was light, he wandered off into the forest, feeling, it is true, very lonely, but at the same time taking a certain pleasure in being entirely his own master; which a king can never really be, because he has to consider so many other people and to keep so many rules.
After all Putraka did not find the forest so very lonely; for he had not gone far in it before his sad thoughts were broken in upon by his coming suddenly to a little clearing, where the trees had been cut down and two strong-looking men were wrestling together, the king watched them for a little while, wondering what they were fighting about. Then he called out, "What are you doing here? What are you quarrelling about?"
Once upon a time, there was a sad elephant. He was dirty and stinky, because he could not reach to wash his back. All the other animals didn¡¯t play with him because he was smelly. Elephant sat under a tree, where nobody could see him. He started to cry. His head was hanging down, crying big tears. He sat and cried for days. One day, when his tears had dried up, he went to itch his head and he felt a bump on his back. Then he noticed his nose had stretched because it had got wet with all the crying and it was now a long trunk which had hit him on his back. He went to the river and got his trunk, put it in the water and sucked the water up. Then he sprayed his back with water. All the other animals came over to him and said ¡°you are so clean and smell so lovely. Do you want to play with us?¡± The elephant was so happy and said ¡°yes.¡±
Forty-three years seems like a long time to remember the name of a mere acquaintance. I have duly forgotten the name of an old lady who was a customer on my paper route when I was a twelve-year-old boy in Marinette, Wisconsin back in 1954. wow power leveling Yet it seems like just yesterday that she taught me a lesson in forgiveness that I can only hope to pass on to someone else someday.
On a mindless Saturday afternoon, wow gold, a friend and I were throwing rocks onto the roof of the old lady¡¯s house from a secluded spot in her backyard. The object of our play was to observe how the rocks changed to missiles as they rolled to the roof¡¯s edge and shot out into the yard like comets falling from the sky.
I found myself a perfectly smooth rock and sent it for a ride. The stone was too smooth, however, so it slipped from my hand as I let it go and headed straight for a small window on the old lady¡¯s back porch. At the sound of fractured glass,wow power leveling we took off from the old lady¡¯s yard faster than any of our missiles flew off her roof.
I was too scared about getting caught that first night to be concerned about the old lady with the broken porch window. However, a few days later, when I was sure that I hadn¡¯t been discovered, I started to feel guilty for her misfortune. She still greeted me with a smile each day when I gave her the paper, but I was no longer able to act comfortable in her presence.
I made up my mind that I would save my paper delivery money, and in three weeks I had the seven dollars that I calculated would cover the cost of her window.wow power leveling I put the money in an envelope with a note explaining that I was sorry for breaking her window and hoped that the seven dollars would cover the cost for repairing it.
I waited until it was dark, snuck up to the old lady¡¯s house, and put the envelope of retribution through the letter slot in her door. My soul felt redeemed and I couldn¡¯t wait for the freedom of, once again, looking straight into the old lady¡¯s eyes.
The next day, wow gold I handed the old lady her paper and was able to return the warm smile that I was receiving from her. She thanked me for the paper and said, ¡°Here, I have something for you.¡± It was a bag of cookies. I thanked her and proceeded to eat the cookies as I continued my route.
After several cookies,wow gold I felt an envelope and pulled it out of the bag. When I opened the envelope, I was stunned. Inside was the seven dollars and a short note that said, ¡°I¡¯m proud of you.¡±
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FULL MOON:. A Twilight RPG « Result #6 on Jan 26, 2009, 5:39pm »
"We ought to think that we are one of the leaves of a tree, and the tree is all humanity. We cannot live without the others, without the tree." - Pablo Casals
A year has passed since the Volturi encounter in the clearing. Our lives went on as usual, though nothing and yet everything has changed. My mother and father are perfectly content in their comfortable bliss. Mom has been acting funny. She seems stressed out and no matter how much I ask she won't tell me the problem. It must not be too bad, otherwise dad would be even worse. Aunt Rose is starting to annoy me, she hovers more than anyone I know. Wait, that's not true. Jacob is the most over-protective person I know, which is really annoying me to my wits end. Carlisle has been searching for any evidence of any type of shape-shifter in history as well as the 'children of the moon'. Esme redecorated the cottage yet again which I'm sure won't be the last. My room alone has gone through hundreds of wallpapers, decorations, and comforter sets in the past several months alone! As for Alice and Jazz, Alice has been trying to coax me into wasting more money on expensive clothes I'll grow out of in the next month. Jazz just calms both me and my mother on a near daily basis. Emmett won't let up on his semi-grudge with my mom because of those idiotic arm-wrestling matches. Rosalie like I said, hovers.
My father however has been talking a lot with Alice, and now so is my mom. Something is wrong, I know it. They all have been talking and usually they try to keep me locked up here, suddenly they've been urging me to spend more time at La Push with Jacob and the packs. The only thing that could have them so worried as they are now is...The Volturi.
Of course I've shown Jacob my theories and now I think I've given him a heavy amount of anxiety. The Volturi has been very cruel from what I've over-heard. While in the amazon, Zafrina said the Volturi had tracked Nahuel's father, Joham, down and let Jane and Alec handle the execution. Then they began hunting down any more of his children, killing one of Nahuel's sisters.
The Romanians are pressing other covens to prepare themselves for a real war. When will our problems end? It's what Jacob told me that truly has me concerned. A full moon occurred the other night, which was nothing...usually. This time there was howling, he described it as this thunderous sound that was loud enough for both his pack and Sam's to hear. It was not another shifter, that much he could tell and because it was like thunder, it was hard to tell how many. By the time they reached the forest to investigate, it was long gone. The scent was all that lingered, and it was more wolf than anything else. What worried him was the scent wasn't isolated...it wasn't alone. Children of the moon - a pack. Why here and now? Everything is changing. If the Romanians are right, and a war is coming, maybe what we need now is to stay together. How do I tell my family this? No one can settle this alone and we're going to need all the help we can find. That is...if it doesn't find us.
Tied Together « Result #8 on Dec 30, 2008, 10:49am »
Walliamshire, England mid 19th century
Walliamshire is a simple town in a simple time. Rich Lords are still in charge while their Ladies are their dutiful wives. They live in large estates which are too big for a single family.
The lower levels are a little different though, and bustling with life of the lower classes that are the servants to the rich families. Some have been living in these estates in the servant compartments since the day they were born, while others have been forced into the positions by their poverty stricken families, who have sold them in order to live that little bit longer.
Is the town and it's surrounding villages which hold the wealthy estates forever destined to separate the upper from the lower classes. Is it really possible for a lowly Maid to catch the eye of a respected Lord. And are the Wives forever to be stuck in their husbands shadows.
Fear of Destiny Version 2 « Result #9 on Nov 26, 2008, 5:05pm »
The All New....
FEAR _OF _DESTINY!
People....
Enjoy the sweet life....or not. You can come from the sweet street or maybe the rich street, even the Ghetto. Where ever it may be it's life. You can apply for a job in the town or maybe your a teen? Looking for a way to fit in. Make your school years count. Remember them, have fun, wing it, what ever you want...just, don't get caught. The kids from High have some history to create. Their long time rivals, the 'Red Rock Road Runners', are stepping up. But what happens when an average Human with a bad history and a bad attitude gets caught in the most Creature to walk the Earth? What happens to Miss So and So when she falls for the well known, well respected, and well feared William D. ? Will the rivalry end? Or will things heat up?
The Super Natural...
What are you? ? Shifter? Vampire? Witch? What ever you are experience the at Red Rock High. This isn't any ordinary school. In fact one of the most dangerous places to be in Washington. The Second most 'Other' populated State in the Us.(The first is New York) Here you are pretty much taught by each other. have their own Mentors, have a Mentor and a Spell teacher, Vampires....just learn laws and usually have just half days, Shifters have Mentors and Fun messing with the 'wimps' when they cut classes. So what will you be? Blood sucker? ? Freaks? B- sorry, Witches? Decided here. Maybe you can be all of thee above. What ever it is just remember.... 'We're Watching You'.
Wolves...
and Treschner.... Lets see, hmmm.... it all started about 100 years ago. The year of 1902, and slumbered happily by each other. Yes they were wolves, and not JUST wolves, they were mates. Forces unseen to the eyes bonded these two but things turned vicious after , the female, was tricked by man. Rope bound and dragged in the water to drown she became cold hearted. Killing everything in sight. wasn't so happy either...well maybe he was happy, a little TOO happy. He'd 'lost track' of . He'd slumbered down with a black Gray Wolf. Producing pups and promising unbelievable things to this wolf. was found by the blood thirsty and slaughtered. The packs stay away from one another but when they unit it's . They could have made two oceans with all the blood they've . These wolves have uneasy lives. Maybe you can balance them? Or maybe you'll just mess things up? Give it a try.
Cats....
Eastwood, Westwood, and City Limits. All very calm on the outside, very , but you enter their worlds and you'll feel your life be turned upside down. Eastwood, country land. Join them in the life of eating rabbits and mice. They live in a little barn and a they have a vast land with cows and horses scattered around. Then there is the Westwood, these cats practically live in rain and snow. Try catching fish in solid ice. Not fun. They've got claws and teeth and they're fearsome. They can jump pretty high, to catch birds, and run pretty fast, from dogs. They are typically long haired and usually very evenly weighed. Then there is the City Limits, these cats eat rats for breakfast, not a clan you want to mess with! But they don't have a lot of clan members. Most of the cats are getting illnesses left and right and the poor medicine cat is so tied up in finding half the herbs she can barely help nearly 2% of the cats who get sick. It's sad but someone has to do it. They deal with monsters and Kitty-pets. Hey they might be fluffy but they have a whole lot of claw under their coats. The river keeps them all . It's got a big fork in it to keep things even and there are bridges that you can cross to get over to the other side. They haven't found a meeting place yet, nor any 'Mother Mouth'. Will you be the cat it? Figure it out.
Horses....
Light, Dark, or Neutral. Are you evil? if so you belong with the Dark Herd. The Dark Herd consists of deep canyons and thick forests. It's easy to get lost here. I wouldn't mess around here if I were you. These horses can up and get you while your not paying attention. Are you laid back and nice? Maybe you should be in the light herd? These horses live in a nice open area. A big mountain and large open . There are two forests but they're not very thick. They do, however, shelter you in the rain or in a storm. Are you quiet and annoyed with both lights, and darks? Maybe you're a Neutral? The Neutrals live in forests and have an ocean view. They are expert swimmers and very strong. They don't like to be messed with and to choose themselves over something else. Maybe your neither of these? Maybe you're a loner who lives by no rules, or every rule. Or maybe you're a vicious rogue that lives by the dark but doesn't like other horses around them. What ever you are you can find out.
Pine Hollow « Result #10 on Jul 10, 2008, 12:24pm »
` welcome to Pine Hollow
welcome to hell
The patients of Pine Hollow Institute are just like all other people in Asylums. They have addictions, medication, and everything else wrong with them just like everyother patient. The staff is mean, and sometimes abusive. But thats not what makes them different, nope not at all. These patients are different, not because of their sicknesses, but because of what they can do with these sicknesses. The patients of Pine Hollow Institute are fed up, with everything. So what are they going to do about it? Well, their planning something.Not just anything, but an escape. But thats not all, oh no. They'll have friends, enemies, and lovers. Bonds will form, and hearts will break. Are you willing to be a patient of Pine Hollow Institute, or can you not handle the drama?
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