Without attempting to pass some sort of arrogant judgement upon the entire community (seeing as how I  cannot even begin to describe myself as anything close to a decent writer), it has come to my attention that many RPs consist of one liners following one liners. A shame, its quite a lot of potential wasted, seeing as how so much imagination seems to flow within the veins of the forum members. So let me suggest, to all that think they would like to give this everything-goes RP a shot, to write at least a paragraph per post. Gestures, even mere eye movements can really spice up a boring dialogue, hint at the mental picture you conceived while you typed. As far as story goes, well<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Within every wood one will find that particular little clearing. Adorned with a stone circle perhaps, a fireplace, it's embers long depraved of warming flame. Some passing wanderer might have lit it, or a hunter, mere weeks ago. Who is to tell? These places exist in every universe of our vast multiverse, and at times these realities might rub shoulders, create friction, tension, even cracks. And on these rare occassions, there can be meetings of those that were, perhaps, never meant to converse.<br/>A full moon hangs solemnly in the sky, casting his eerie, though to some comforting, light on a lonely wanderer/wanderess. (S)he too has now stumbled upon one of these clearings, at a time when the stars seem to fade away in the darkness, to be replaced by others, still unknown. The time of overlap. The time, when one clearing, one fireplace, becomes all clearings, and every fireplace.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>I know, pathetic attempt at describing a scenario, still, it's the best thing I'll ever produce (Note, I am not originally from an english speaking country). I do not expect you to create a character sheet, however it would be appreciated if you could briefly describe your characters features within the first few posts (ideally, along with your preference for predator or prey). If you'd like to post one anyway, feel free to do so. Again, anything goes, it is not my place to play the mighty moderator (yet *snigger*). Just make sure your partner  approves of your actions, noone likes godmodding after all (I think?). It might be smart not to go giga giant, everything above 100 feet tends towards rather one-sided interactions (Lack of conversation, foot coming down, splat).<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rob had spent the last 2 days making his way through the dense forests of Sutherland (Scotland), by now sick of Hawthorns and Blackthorns and whatevertheywantedtocallthem-thorns. He had just fended off a tiny wildcat, which had left a nasty scratchmark on his cheek and made off with his satchel of dried meat.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'm going on an adventure Linda"</span>he had told his (ex-)wife, about a week before, while he packed only little supplies in his backpack and attached his crossbow to its designated mount<span style="font-style: italic">"So don't expect me to be back any time soon you selfish whore"</span>. He had yet to notice feelings of regret for slamming the door so hard. She hadn't tried to stop him after all. Right now, the air was doing wonders for his lungs, and for once, he wasn't freezing. But by now he felt tired, exhausted from all the walking and the random deers that scared the heck out of him whenever they trod on, and thereby snapped, a twig. Rob wasn't of great stature, maybe 5" 10', slim and lacking muscles, his long black hair and pale face with deep, brown eyes not giving the impression of a man with an ego the size of a planet. He had adorned himself with what he believed to be traditionally scottish colored clothing, a red and black jacket with some red and black trousers. The inhabitants of the village he had passed about 40 hours had given him some rather bemused looks, but he payed them no attention. What did they know, they were only scottish after all. He could make out a clearing in the distance<br/>~Weird, they seem to have them in scotland as well~<br/>He extracted flint and steel from his backpack, dragged a few dry slabs of wood in the middle of the stone circle, and struck some sparks. A fire started. Night fell.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>(Prefer to be prey, anything but pregnancy and scat, though I like AV as well ^^)