And I FINALLY SAW LIVE ACTION ALADDIN! No, its not the original. But its still really good and worth watching, thats my take on it. And while he's not Robin Williams, WILL SMITH YOU NAILED GENIE IN YOUR OWN WAY WHILE STILL HONORING ROBIN, WAY TO GO MY FRIEND! :D
San Francisco's crime rates are on the rise as the population continues to grow at a semi-alarming rate. Members of law enforcement are growing tired as they are understaffed, overworked and underpaid. There's only so much that they can do when the people won't help themselves and stop playing the victims. Some citizens have chosen to take the law into their own hands, acting as vigilantes or even choosing to shoot first and ask questions later. Then there are the citizens who believe that if they sweep the problems of their city under the rug long enough that it will all just go away. People have been urged to lock their doors and to defend themselves if necessary. When the whole city is falling apart what side will you be on?
Alcatraz Bay is a brand new San Francisco based RPG that mixes the city verse and crime verses together. We want an authentic experience where some neighbors have never stepped a toe out of line and others should be rotting in jail. This is a create your own character group so we encourage you to take a look around and see if there’s something you like. Feel free to step out of your comfort zone and explore the darker sides of your muse or try to turn those around you into the people you know they can be. Keep in mind this group is not just one or the other so you can pick and choose the kinds of storylines you want to write.
"San Francisco is a golden handcuff with the key thrown away."
Wrath divided the land into four - those with magic, without magic, animals and gods. Gods were sent to New Olympus, an island just off the mainland, those with magic live in the north whilst those without are in the south. Animals and monsters can be found in the midlands.
Welcome new friend. We are Descending Chaos, a new Disney based 2nd Gen RPG. We hope that you take the time to check out our page and possibly become a member of our family.
Above is a small snippet of our storyline. If it pulled at your interest even a little then dont hesitate to check out the rest on our page.
We have a few prewritten roles but we are always open minded and would love to see your OC's as well. Auditions are always welcome and verdicts will go out as soon as all three owners have read and reviewed them. Upon auditioning and getting a role Torture will make you a few edits for use anyway you see fit. Thank you for taking the time to read this and we hope to see you soon!
An figured dressed in black and blue outfit sat on top of an gigantic wrapped gift in the middle of a eerily quite street. The flicking streetlights and neon signs of the blowing out storefronts, light the female as she rocked back and forth with a mischievous grin. The gigantic gift suddenly moved under her, lift her leg up infront of her and brought it back down on the gift with a kick.* Hey quiet in here, I will not have the party favors talking about before the fun starts.
*She jumped down off the gift landing on top burnt debris of the former shopping district with a wild psychotic laugh she skipped out to the middle of the street like she was playing a game of hop scot.* Nowhere's the guest of honor so I can give my gift to them and the party can start with Kill-Joy is giving the planet a huge wedgie!
Boots echoed with a familiar ‘click-clack’ against the floor of the compound. Dark curls bounced around the collar of the Ranger Slayer cape, as the petit brunette sporting the black and pink ensemble; perched herself up on the arm of Lord Drakkon’s throne.
Bourbon StreetNormal group based in New Orleans, LA | city/southern verse
New Orleans is a Louisiana city on the Mississippi River, near the Gulf of Mexico. Nicknamed the "Big Easy," it's known for its round-the-clock nightlife, vibrant live-music scene and spicy, singular cuisine reflecting its history as a melting pot of French, African and American cultures. Embodying its festive spirit is Mardi Gras, the late-winter carnival famed for raucous costumed parades and street parties.
New Orleans is world-renowned for its distinct music, Creole cuisine, unique dialect, and its annual celebrations and festivals, most notably, as mentioned above, Mardi Gras. The historic heart of the city is the French Quarter, known for its French and Spanish Creole architecture and vibrant nightlife along Bourbon Street. The city has been described as the The city has been described as the "most unique" in the United States, owing in large part to its cross-cultural and multilingual heritage.
"They say that home is where the heart is, and I left my heart in New Orleans."
Tommy’s hand still in hers, Dulcea gestured to the sea and the pebble beach that they now stood upon. “Sit, be at ease. Darkness can’t reach you whilst I’m in your dreams.” She reassured the Younger Ranger. Easing down into a sit, she gently encouraged Tommy to sit with her.
Looking up at Drakkon, she decided to treat him the way she would treat a stubborn student. And by the gods Dulcea was accustomed to dealing with those! Reaching up she grabbed his wrist firmly and yanked him down, using a strength that many were surprised that she had. She may look lithe and feminine, but Dulcea was the soul remaining Master Warrior of her people, there was a reason that she was still alive, and all others had passed, she was the best...
When both Tommy and Drakken were seated, she slipped an arm around Tommy’s shoulders in comfort. “You trust me Tommy, because the youth in you recognises the goodness. This form of you still clings on to hope.” She said gently, before turning to face Drakkon, her hand coming to rest upon his knee. “Where as you,” she arched an eyebrow, “are so consumed with power that you have lost sight of something as precious as hope.”
She sighed and looked at Drakkon, “For you to truly believe that you are the Master of all, shows how incredibly naive you still are. Beneath the bravado and the darkness, Tommy Oliver still lingers. You can’t stamp that out. You can try to justify your actions, but part of you, your inner child,” she gestured to Tommy, “will always doubt what you have done and question it. You claim to be making worlds better, yet your younger self questions it...their is doubt, however small, within you...or else I wouldn’t be here.”