Post by Amber on Jun 3, 2005 9:44:16 GMT -5
I felt the need to write something, the first part is quite boring, but it does got more interesting, trust me, and PJ.
The skies darkened over a small island that was home to many. This island was believed to be enchanted.
It was a place where those gifted with intelligence gathered, however for every person who was in possession of this gift there would be at least two who were not. These people may have started out as average people with average thoughts and of average intellect, but when placed against an intellectual they became infected with a disease quite like a virus. They could no longer type properly and swiftly forgot how to spell. All valid arguments were removed from their brains. They started to have totally incoherent thoughts. They had stopped being human, they had become n00bs.
The homes of the people varied in size and design, to reflect the personality and feelings of those who dwelled there. There were smaller huts and much larger castles, and those who inhabited the large castles had been on the island for a long time, building up a post count large enough to sustain the buildings.
Everyone was given a small hut to live in once they had been registered on the island; many of these huts lay unused, slowly crumbling due to lack of posts to keep the small building standing. Every once in a while a global moderator would delete these accounts, and removing the dilapidated buildings that cluttered a lot of the island.
The lands on the islands were decorated with groups of castles, much grander than any of the homes. Inside these castles were halls and rooms dedicated to different things that made up life on the island. There were eight groups of castles, spread strategically over the island.
To get between these sections one would have to rely on the transport provided by the servers. The Proboards Buses were rarely on time, and were dirty and unsafe. The Clinger run trains were much worse and were not much used by the members who had a choice in the matter.
For those who had enough power or general respect could be granted permission to use the moderator vehicles, which were nothing to do with Proboards. These small jet planes and trolleys were still basic but were quicker, cleaner and were the safest transport available. Special hyperlinks were set up for The Administrator and global moderators who needed to get around faster.
There was only one way off and on to the island, via a small link in the north east. This link frequently left people feeling dizzy, owing to the fact that not many had travelled by Log-in before. Next to the Log-in was the Antagonistic Affairs fortress where those who were new to the island were able to introduce themselves. A lot of older members came to this area to judge the arriving people and to give help and advice to those who need it.
Sometimes help and advice was not always given to those who needed it, and not always needed by those who were given it. There were cases when people were leaving, not to come back. Tears and sorrow where then employed. Invariably, members came back, whether it was under a different name, or the same one. They said you could never leave and in most situations they were proven correct.
There was also the Suggestions hall on the top floor of the castle. Though it wasn’t a section in its own right it was the largest hall in the Feedback area. Here people asked for help and occasionally ideas for improvement were said.
In a small, forgotten wing if this first castle the Announcements zone was hiding behind a rather impressive door. Despite the door and it’s placing as the first thing members see it was usually forgotten and messages and important news went unnoticed for days.
Some members were often found lurking the corridors of the Resources fortress. No discussion was allowed here. It was where all of the theories and reports were stored. Enlightened members would write down their findings and present them to The Administrator who would then post them for all to read. To read a theory members would choose what they want explained and they would be given a report to take home and read at their leisure. This fortress had quick-links to the Burdensome Books palace. These links were not as fast as the hyperlinks, and travelling on one was not unlike travelling on an elevator.
The Burdensome Books palace was the largest around, it was where members would talk and discuss “A Series Of Unfortunate Events” which was the main reason most of the members joined the island in the first place. Everyone on the island, even the n00bs, had a basic understanding of the books, though some had substantially more understanding than others.
The Burdensome Books palace had many, smaller, side areas which where members went to talk about merchandise, or to showcase their work that they had done in correlation to the series.
South from Burdensome Books is Reckless Reading Fortress, in which other book series’ were talked over. In the largest wing of the manor lied Chaotic Creativity Châteaux where all work of the residents of the island was, it stretched for halls and corridors, a maze of effort and of love. In the writing hall people could either sit as they had the tale read to them or they could have a book printed and they could take it away or read it in one of the great reading rooms in the manor. All artwork was displayed and portraits were favourites of all the community.
If one dared they could take a pro-bus straight from the Châteaux to the overflowing, densely populated village of Miscellaneous Manor. It was not first intended for this area to be the largest on the island, yet it ended up so. It began as a small house, where people could talk about undetermined subjects and get to know each other, but soon it grew.
It soon became a place where people stayed, starting to ignore the other castles. As they ignored the other areas they saw no need to have their homes equal distances from them, they moved to outside the manor, and created a small village that was very close. Soon, other members followed suit and they had made their homes outside Miscellaneous Manor turning it into a large community of its own, with in-jokes and light arguments.
After a short time had passed people began to get annoyed, and were quick to anger when others did wrong. There was a split and everyone had to choose sides, a lot of them leaving friends and acquaintances. In spite of the split the members managed to continue their day to day lives. But they were all living a lie and soon chaos occurred, over the pettiest of things. There were fights between members and some left the forum, whereas others tried to pretend it never happened.
Many members frequently took the short walk between the Manor and Disturbing Discussion, where intelligent debates and serious discussion took place. Here also had houses situated outside of its gates, the people who inhabited this area was those of vast intellect and most people who wanted to live here were welcomed by the existing community. However, small debates often turned into flame-wars where not highly thought out arguments were said, but cheap insults were thrown between members. Each time it was the same members who disagreed and fought. When the castle was given a new leader, the flame-wars calmed down and discussion was once again the main purpose of this impressive fortress.
Out of sight to many members was the impenetrable stronghold of the Ruefully Restricted, it was hidden inside a mountain range where the highest peak was always concealed by the clouds. There were several smaller mountains which, when one was at the top of you could see for miles around. You could see almost the whole island on a clear day. Here was where the moderators stayed when they were not needed in a particular section. The mountains themselves were very beautiful, with lush green grass and flowers in all colours. There were also trees that provided the island with fruit, and the streams were as clear as glass.
Inside the mountains was a different tale altogether. The walls were dark and the only light came from torches that threw the light carelessly around the room, creating dancing shadows that always scared those who ventured here. Here was where the old discussions lived, the halls of the archive where alive with whispers of the past. As one passed the file where a topic was kept it would begin to speak, the voices of the members who had thoroughly talked about the topic before it was locked and archived. Not many members came here, preferring to stay in the present and not to delve into their past.
Also hidden inside the very centre of the tallest mountain was where the moderators gathered, held meetings and talked about the future of the island. Sometimes, it had been rumoured that talks of other members had taken place here. The moderators were regularly seen walking out of a gap in the side of the mountain with knowing smirks on their faces. However when any other member tried to find the entrance to the cave, all they could see was a blank mountainside. It had been discovered that a password was needed to enter the mountain. Some less-than-subtle members took it as their duty to walk past the mountain numerous times each day, each time muttering words, phrases or sentences that they think may let them in, these members soon became known as walking whisperers.
There was maybe one occasion where the entrance opened, yet the member threw caution to the wind and ran inside. Here they were faced with a demon that could easily have deleted him; the member cried for help and was greeted by the disapproving faces of the moderators. It was decided that the member shouldn’t be punished for his actions; him being scared enough as it was. This story was repeatedly told to walking whisperers, to try and discourage them but it was so greatly exaggerated that after a short while no one believed it.
The skies darkened over a small island that was home to many. This island was believed to be enchanted.
It was a place where those gifted with intelligence gathered, however for every person who was in possession of this gift there would be at least two who were not. These people may have started out as average people with average thoughts and of average intellect, but when placed against an intellectual they became infected with a disease quite like a virus. They could no longer type properly and swiftly forgot how to spell. All valid arguments were removed from their brains. They started to have totally incoherent thoughts. They had stopped being human, they had become n00bs.
The homes of the people varied in size and design, to reflect the personality and feelings of those who dwelled there. There were smaller huts and much larger castles, and those who inhabited the large castles had been on the island for a long time, building up a post count large enough to sustain the buildings.
Everyone was given a small hut to live in once they had been registered on the island; many of these huts lay unused, slowly crumbling due to lack of posts to keep the small building standing. Every once in a while a global moderator would delete these accounts, and removing the dilapidated buildings that cluttered a lot of the island.
The lands on the islands were decorated with groups of castles, much grander than any of the homes. Inside these castles were halls and rooms dedicated to different things that made up life on the island. There were eight groups of castles, spread strategically over the island.
To get between these sections one would have to rely on the transport provided by the servers. The Proboards Buses were rarely on time, and were dirty and unsafe. The Clinger run trains were much worse and were not much used by the members who had a choice in the matter.
For those who had enough power or general respect could be granted permission to use the moderator vehicles, which were nothing to do with Proboards. These small jet planes and trolleys were still basic but were quicker, cleaner and were the safest transport available. Special hyperlinks were set up for The Administrator and global moderators who needed to get around faster.
There was only one way off and on to the island, via a small link in the north east. This link frequently left people feeling dizzy, owing to the fact that not many had travelled by Log-in before. Next to the Log-in was the Antagonistic Affairs fortress where those who were new to the island were able to introduce themselves. A lot of older members came to this area to judge the arriving people and to give help and advice to those who need it.
Sometimes help and advice was not always given to those who needed it, and not always needed by those who were given it. There were cases when people were leaving, not to come back. Tears and sorrow where then employed. Invariably, members came back, whether it was under a different name, or the same one. They said you could never leave and in most situations they were proven correct.
There was also the Suggestions hall on the top floor of the castle. Though it wasn’t a section in its own right it was the largest hall in the Feedback area. Here people asked for help and occasionally ideas for improvement were said.
In a small, forgotten wing if this first castle the Announcements zone was hiding behind a rather impressive door. Despite the door and it’s placing as the first thing members see it was usually forgotten and messages and important news went unnoticed for days.
Some members were often found lurking the corridors of the Resources fortress. No discussion was allowed here. It was where all of the theories and reports were stored. Enlightened members would write down their findings and present them to The Administrator who would then post them for all to read. To read a theory members would choose what they want explained and they would be given a report to take home and read at their leisure. This fortress had quick-links to the Burdensome Books palace. These links were not as fast as the hyperlinks, and travelling on one was not unlike travelling on an elevator.
The Burdensome Books palace was the largest around, it was where members would talk and discuss “A Series Of Unfortunate Events” which was the main reason most of the members joined the island in the first place. Everyone on the island, even the n00bs, had a basic understanding of the books, though some had substantially more understanding than others.
The Burdensome Books palace had many, smaller, side areas which where members went to talk about merchandise, or to showcase their work that they had done in correlation to the series.
South from Burdensome Books is Reckless Reading Fortress, in which other book series’ were talked over. In the largest wing of the manor lied Chaotic Creativity Châteaux where all work of the residents of the island was, it stretched for halls and corridors, a maze of effort and of love. In the writing hall people could either sit as they had the tale read to them or they could have a book printed and they could take it away or read it in one of the great reading rooms in the manor. All artwork was displayed and portraits were favourites of all the community.
If one dared they could take a pro-bus straight from the Châteaux to the overflowing, densely populated village of Miscellaneous Manor. It was not first intended for this area to be the largest on the island, yet it ended up so. It began as a small house, where people could talk about undetermined subjects and get to know each other, but soon it grew.
It soon became a place where people stayed, starting to ignore the other castles. As they ignored the other areas they saw no need to have their homes equal distances from them, they moved to outside the manor, and created a small village that was very close. Soon, other members followed suit and they had made their homes outside Miscellaneous Manor turning it into a large community of its own, with in-jokes and light arguments.
After a short time had passed people began to get annoyed, and were quick to anger when others did wrong. There was a split and everyone had to choose sides, a lot of them leaving friends and acquaintances. In spite of the split the members managed to continue their day to day lives. But they were all living a lie and soon chaos occurred, over the pettiest of things. There were fights between members and some left the forum, whereas others tried to pretend it never happened.
Many members frequently took the short walk between the Manor and Disturbing Discussion, where intelligent debates and serious discussion took place. Here also had houses situated outside of its gates, the people who inhabited this area was those of vast intellect and most people who wanted to live here were welcomed by the existing community. However, small debates often turned into flame-wars where not highly thought out arguments were said, but cheap insults were thrown between members. Each time it was the same members who disagreed and fought. When the castle was given a new leader, the flame-wars calmed down and discussion was once again the main purpose of this impressive fortress.
Out of sight to many members was the impenetrable stronghold of the Ruefully Restricted, it was hidden inside a mountain range where the highest peak was always concealed by the clouds. There were several smaller mountains which, when one was at the top of you could see for miles around. You could see almost the whole island on a clear day. Here was where the moderators stayed when they were not needed in a particular section. The mountains themselves were very beautiful, with lush green grass and flowers in all colours. There were also trees that provided the island with fruit, and the streams were as clear as glass.
Inside the mountains was a different tale altogether. The walls were dark and the only light came from torches that threw the light carelessly around the room, creating dancing shadows that always scared those who ventured here. Here was where the old discussions lived, the halls of the archive where alive with whispers of the past. As one passed the file where a topic was kept it would begin to speak, the voices of the members who had thoroughly talked about the topic before it was locked and archived. Not many members came here, preferring to stay in the present and not to delve into their past.
Also hidden inside the very centre of the tallest mountain was where the moderators gathered, held meetings and talked about the future of the island. Sometimes, it had been rumoured that talks of other members had taken place here. The moderators were regularly seen walking out of a gap in the side of the mountain with knowing smirks on their faces. However when any other member tried to find the entrance to the cave, all they could see was a blank mountainside. It had been discovered that a password was needed to enter the mountain. Some less-than-subtle members took it as their duty to walk past the mountain numerous times each day, each time muttering words, phrases or sentences that they think may let them in, these members soon became known as walking whisperers.
There was maybe one occasion where the entrance opened, yet the member threw caution to the wind and ran inside. Here they were faced with a demon that could easily have deleted him; the member cried for help and was greeted by the disapproving faces of the moderators. It was decided that the member shouldn’t be punished for his actions; him being scared enough as it was. This story was repeatedly told to walking whisperers, to try and discourage them but it was so greatly exaggerated that after a short while no one believed it.