Role Play

I love writing and have gotten many story ideas and inspiration from role play. I have several groups on Facebook and have made some amazing friends there. Check them out if you like.

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https://www.facebook.com/groups/OUATSUPERHERO/
Welcome to ONCE UPON A SUPERHERO. We are a multi-fandom role-play group. DC Comics, Marvel Comics and One Upon a Time

Thanos learns that the only way for him to repair the flaw in the universe would be to destroy the universe and re-construct it. He is finally driven to mindless rage by the attempt of the cosmic powers to usurp his reign, and decides in one fateful, final moment to absorb the entirety of the universe back into himself, so that none might ever again threaten his reign. Thanos is thus able to use the Heart’s power to absorb the cosmic beings into himself—and, in doing so, he absorbs the entire multiverse.
The cosmic hero Adam Warlock, who was outside space-time continuum when Thanos absorbed the universe, appears to Thanos and explains to him what had transpired. Adam convinces Thanos to sacrifice himself to restore the universe. Lady Death herself, whom Thanos has long been in love with, also managed to escape. Lady Death caresses Thanos’s cheek, kisses him for deciding to sacrifice himself, and disappears into the now empty void of space, leaving Thanos awe-struck. Thanos’s whereabouts are unknown at this time.
By doing this Thanos unintentionally created a void which pulled all planes of existence into one. All are now part of the same universe.
Now the fun begins, where does it leave the rest of the worlds. How do we live/work/play/love and defend this new World this Elseworld.

 

WFRP-FI

 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/Fantasyrpg/

Ever play Dungeons and Dragons? Well this isnt exactly that but its close. D&D is meant for table top Role Play but this is as close as we can get on Facebook. Play your favorite race/class, and join in the fight to save the Kindgom, or fight for your own glory. The choice is yours.
Although the framework is a lot like Dungeons and Dragons this is still a role play. We will not be using character sheets of dice. We will plot in chats and create stories and write in threads.
The Kingdom of Rèisean Aonaichte (which is Gaelic for United Races) is in turmoil. The king has died many years ago and the heirs to his throne are missing or presumed dead. The people live in fear as roving bands of orcs and bandits rule the countryside. Will you fight to save your village? Fight to take the throne? What do you want gold? Glory?

 

The Gifted - Marvel Mutant RP

 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/Thegiftedroleplay/

July 17th 2017.
During a Mutant/Human piece rally Charles Xavier’s power flares out of control, killing hundreds and injuring a thousand or more.
Three months later Senator Kelly is killed when his plane explodes mid flight. He was on his way to Washington DC to discuss laws to protect humans from the “mutant menace” as he called it.
His assasination pushs throough what became Called the Kelly bill. Rendering all mutants to second class citizens and for them to be registered and segregated from baseline humans.
The year is now 2050. Mutants have segregated to the Island of New York, and are heavly policed.
Sentinel Services runs a program called the Hound program that uses mutants as Hunters and police against thier own kind as well as robotic killing machines dubbed Sentinels. All mutants are tattooed with a M over thier left eye once registered and moved to New York.
Any mutant found is immediately arrested and processed. There is a rumor of free mutants working outside of New York to better the lives and regain the freedom of the mutant people… Called the mutant underground…

 

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Matthew’s Return Chapter 2 Hunter’s Funeral

Chapter 2 Hunter’s funeral

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Matthew walked through the town as snow fell. He wondered how to reveal himself. How would they react?

“I have to be cautious? They need to trust me, They need to believe me.” He thoughts went back to her. He could not see her but he could still sense her. “I will find you.” He had to have hope he would know her when he saw her. “But now I must focus on Shawn. Shawn is all that matters now. I have to get back to him.”

The snow fell heavier than before. It didn’t bother him but he knew others thought it would be strange if he wasn’t affected by it. He waved his hand and his clothes transformed into winter clothes. He wore long corduroy pants and a long sweater but he knew these clothes were not enough. A long black coat appeared on him. He pulled the collar up and put his hands on his pockets as he walked. “This is better. I need to blend in.”

The town seemed dead he thought as he walked. “Where is everyone?” He walked past several stories but there was no one anywhere. As he came to the church, he read the sign. “Memorial service for Hunter Marks at 6 pm Tuesday night at the Cemetery.” Matthew laughed. “Let’s go see who comes to spit on your grave. You worthless piece of shit.” He has hated Hunter for years ever since he was a child. All these stories about how he left Maeve and then left Alex. Matthew was happy that he was gone but he was angry that he wasn’t the one to kill him.

The grave site was covered in flowers which surprised Matthew. When Maeve was younger before she was turned she loved flowers. Through the year Maeve and Hunter spent together the rest of the family learned all of these stories about their life. They learned that Hunter used to bring gardenias to Maeve when they dated. They were her favorites. He used to give flowers all the time. Roses, Violets but gardenias were her favorites. Gardenias bloom in

He stayed in the back hiding from the mourners. He couldn’t understand why there were so many mourners. “Why were they crying over this fool?”

The sun set as warm rays of sun come down over the mourners. As the sun set, they took out candles and lite them to light their way.

A mist came rushing through the trees. Matthew watches as the mist as it came to a stop at the tree line. He was curious what it was.

The mist then formed a figure of a woman.

Matthew was shocked. “Maeve! What the hell is she doing here?”

Maeve stood at the edge of the tree line as night fell.

Matthew watched her. “She’s upset, but how can that be she hates Hunter.” Matthew thought.

Maeve walked up to the grave. She looked at her son and took his hand. “This is beautiful. He would have loved it.”

Alexander pulls his mother into a hug. “I know he would have.”

She smiles, “It was a good year, not long enough but good.”

Celeste looks back and sees Jacob sitting with Cari and Luke and waved to them. She loved getting to know him. She couldn’t get enough of their time together.

Matthew watches the service but his attention was on Shawn. He could have sworn that they called him Jacob. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him. “My son… soon you and I will rule all the Realms and you will help me find your mother. The three of us.” He smiles thinking about it.

Maeve did not take part in the planning of the memorial as she could not enter the church. Alexander did most of the planning however he asked Maeve many things. As Alex was at a disadvantage for he knew little of Hunter. Growing up Alex didn’t have many fond memories of Hutner. His father was always sad and angry of drinking. Alex wished he knew the Hunter that Maeve knew. Only this past year did he see a glimpse of the old Hunter and now he was gone. Alex tried to remain composed but a small tear could be seen running down his face as his lip quivered.

Celeste might have been the only one who noticed this. She reached over and took her husband’s hand and squeezed it.

He sat looking forward as his father’s coffin was lowered into the ground.

The pastor set up to the pulpit that had been placed in the front. “It is said when one of his church members was dying, John Watson, the Scottish preacher of Edinburg would kneel down and whisper into the person’s ear, ‘In my father’s house are many rooms.’ Then with a contented sigh the person would slip away. If we could see only for a mome just how glorious Hunter’s homecoming was, no one would call him back to the limits of his aged body. Even Though Hutner will be missed, there is something very appropriate about his departure, even as the author of Ecclesiastes indicated. ‘There is a time to be born and a time to die. A time be plant and a time to uproot.’ An Earthy light has gone out but where Hunter is no Earthly light is needed. The glory of God shines brighter than the sun is his radiance and his face is now glistening in that glorious light. So we come to the end of a journey. It is a good day. A earthy Journey has ended and a heavenly one has begun.”

This comforted most of the parishioners but not Meave. For Maeve knew Hunter did not move on. Jonathan was holding him back. She repeated her wedding vows over to herself, “So long as we both shall live,” She looked up as she tried to keep her tears back. “Longer, Hunter, I will love longer.” She didn’t want others to know. She needed them to be confronted in thinking he was in a better place.

The pastor called them all up to lay a rose on the coffin before it was lowered into the grave. Alexander walked up and tossed his flower on the coffin. “I wish I had had time to know you better. The real you. I’m happy to have known the good side of you. I wish it had been longer.”

Jacob walked up with his flower in hand. He looked at the grave but said nothing. He had so many questions and now he could never ask him them. He didn’t know who to ask and was afraid to ask. He placed the flower on the grace and left with many questions left to be asked.

They all walked up to the grave giving their blessings. Most said nothing as they past and placed the flower on his grace.

Finally Maeve approached and looked back at the mourners. She knew many of them were afraid of her. She knew many hated Hunter. “I know many of you are frightened of me and have a great hatred for Hutner. I am here to tell you that you have nothing to fear from me. As for Hunter, he was truly a good man who made many mistakes as many of us have.” With that she walked over to Hunter’s grace as a tear ran down her face. She whispers, “I will ding you and I will set you free.”

Matthew watched with hatred. “They should fear you Maeve, but if not then they will surely fear me.”

The Return of Matthew

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There was a rather large house on the edge of town. Most never went over that way since it was on the other side of the river. At this time, most of the town of River’s peak was at the funeral for Hunter Marks. No one was there to see this sight.

In a matter of moments the fire place came alive just as it did when Jonathan came to see Meave.

He walked out of the fireplace and dusted himself off. He walked over and pulled a sheet off a long mirror. He looked over himself in the mirror admiring what he saw. The imagine appeared to look a lot like Matthew, the son of Alexander. His skin was red and he wore raggedy clothes that seemed to have been singed. He had horns protruding from the top of his head. With a flick of his wrist the man’s clothes changed to a black tailored suit with a maroon tie.

He admired his face. “Well this won’t work here. I suppose I have to change this.” He snapped his fingers and his red skin began to fade back to his normal pale skin. He smirked, “Much better.”

His rather large muscles began to shrink. “Hello weak body. We meet again.” He laughed because this was only an illusion. He still had all his strength but he needed his family to believe him. He needed them to trust him. “I will make them pay for what they did. I will find you Maurelle and our kids. We will rule Magista together and later the world.

“She will need to be dark for all of this to work. She will never agree to this.”

He waves his hand once again and a dome was formed over the town. Just like the one Maeve had put up over the town earlier . “They won’t know a thing.” Unknown to Matthew, Maurelle’s magic was still affecting the town. She tried her best to hid her children from her father. Since Meave was also protecting Justin her spell didn’t affect him in the same way it affected everyone else. It made everyone forget. Justin often asked why no one remembered his brother and sister. Why didn’t they know what happened to his mom? Why didn’t they know if Justin could have magic? Why didn’t they know these things? In truth, they knew; however they forgot. They all forgot.

Call it witchcraft, spells, magic, whatever you call it, it has a funny way about it When Matthew came to the town his memories were also affected.

He looked in the mirror once again but this time the love that had been present in his eyes was gone. He had lost the love of his life. She was dead or so he thought. Angry grew in his as he blamed his parents for her death. “They abandoned you and Justin. They didn’t even try to help Gwen and Tommy.

He knew he had a wife, he knew his children but he could not see Maurelle’s face. He’s blind hated of the town was over taking him. “What did you do to her? Why can’t I see her?” He screamed over and over again. The pain of losing her was too great for him. “You will all pay for what you did to her? I will kill all of you and leave you to rot in the shadow realm.” As he cried on the floor he forgot.

Chapter 34 Death of a loved one

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Meave was free from Marius now. She knew he would have his revenge one day but Jonathan told her not to worry. He must have a plan to deal with Marius if he returns. Jonathan would smirked and say, “My plan is working.”

There was a problem though. Meave didn’t feel the same. She hadn’t felt the same since Hunter came back into her life. He added so much light into her life that the shadow realm did not hold the same draw as it did before. She was torn between her life with Jonathan and the one with Hutner.

Jonathan hardly ever let Maeve out of his sight. He knew of her struggles. He did this to her. He needed her to have more light. But for now he has to live with this Maeve. The more time she spent with Hutner the more light she received. She hated the shadow realm but that wasn’t entirely true. She didn’t hate it. Her dark side loved it but her dark side was shrinking.

Jonathan knew what she was doing. She didn’t know Jonathan was allowing her to see Hunter. Mave though she was successfully sneaking out.

Maxwell didn’t understand. Jonathan didn’t want to reveal his plan but he would often reassure maxwell. “As I told you before this is all part of my plan. My Meave will return stronger and darker than ever. Be patient.

“Yes my Lord.” Maxwell was still loyal to Meave however he had great respect for Jonathan as well.

Maeve continues to sneak out of the shadowland to see Hunter. He was getting older. Maeve knew there wasn’t much time left for them. A year had past since she was freed. So many changes in so little time. Cari had her baby a little boy named Bruce.

Justin and Alexander started to spend more time together. Each day after school., Justin would come to Celeste’s dinner. They would meet there and talk about all sorts of things. Justin loved it. He listened to all these stories about his parents. He loved hearing about them as kids playing together. Matthew and Maurelle were best friends as kids. Justin missed them more as he learned more about them. He couldn’t get enough of these stories.

Celeste would bring over a coffee for Alex and soda for Justin and then she herself would join them.

Maeve for the first time was happy for them. She had difficulty with this feeling for many years.

Every chance she got she went to Hunter. Most nights they just sat on the couch and talked. They had so many stories to share. She listened intently to everything he said. He told her about Alexander as child and Matthew. Sometime he told her about how he felt when he first meet her. They spent every moment they could together for their time was limited.

As the year went Hunter’s health deteriorated. Six month prior he had a stroke. The right side of his body was now paralyzed. He had difficulty speaking. He knew what he wanted to say but the words that came out of his mouth were not correct order.

During the day, a nurse stayed with him. Hunter could not longer care for himself. The nurse had to help him with the most basic things. At night Meave would come. She sat with him each night. She feed and cared for him.

He was often confused. When he saw Maeve sometimes we thought she was the dark vampire and other times he thought she was his bride. Sometimes he thought they were dating and other times married. Maeve did her best to comfort him but it hurt her to see him this way. All the time they wasted hating each other and now their time was being stolen from them.

One night she came to him as she had done many nights before, but Hunter was not there. She walked through the house searching for him. Once she looked through the entire house she could tell his scent was faint there. She turned into the milky midst she normally turns into to and followed his scent to the hospital.

He looked so small and frail as he laid in that bed. Machines beeped as they monitored his vitals. Mareve didn’t understand any of these. She wanted to got to him but she was afraid she would hurt him. She touched his hand letting him now that she was there. His hand was bruised from the iv they put in. She cried, “I just got you back. It isn’t fair.”

She carefully laid down next to him and held him just as she did each night since they were reunited. She laid her hand on his chest so she could hear his heartbeat. It was slow and weak.

Hunter opened his eyes as he could sense Meave was there. He moved his hand as weak as he was. He held her as she laid next to him. “My Maeve.”

She fought back tears as she didn’t want to mess his blanket with her tears of blood. Maeve held his hand. “I love you.”

Hunter passed that night. Meave stayed with him the entire time. She couldn’t hold her tears in any longer. She held him tight as she screams. “It’s not fair. This curse.” She had to live without him once again. As night began to turn to day, Maeve was forced to flee back to the shadows.

The rest of the family gathered at the local church make arrangements for Hunter’s funeral. They knew Maeve had been there because when she cried she left a trail of blood on his sheets The ones she was trying to keep clean. “Oh momma. We should do this at night. He would want her to be there.”

“Can she come into a church?” Justin asked.

“Probably not but we can have services at the graveyard for her.” Alex suggested.

Celeste smiled. “That’s a wonderful idea. He would love it.”

As they planned and night fell once again, Maeve stood outside the church looking in. Snow had begun to fall that cold winter night.

Jonathan appeared next to her. “My dear he was weak and he is not your family.”

Maeve listened to him. She knew he wanted to be her only family but it just wasn’t true. Tears of blood fell from her face and stained the snow that had fallen by their feet. “You know where he is? You do don’t you. He’s in the shadows? Isn’t he?” She started to yell.

“There are things in play that you do not understand .”

Meave stood, “He is there! I’m tired of these plans of yours. You never let me in on them. Never tell me what my part is.”

Jonathan would not answer but he knew she would find him. It was all going according to him plan. He simply smiled.

Keeping Quiet

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I’m the vocal one.

I’m the friend who tells you all.

when I am  sad, angry, and mad.

I’m the one who speaks out because I kept quiet for so long.

 

I’m the vocal one.

I’m the friend who calls you to give you exciting news.

I’m the friend who worries, frets and paces

The one who hates when people are upset, but worst of all I hate when the hate is directed at me.

 

I’m the vocal one.

It’s a curse.

I tell you how I feel no matter what.

I fear it’s only a matter of time, before you leave.

 

For in these friends, I always fear

When the time will come when I know the truth. Broken, tossed aside so many times waiting to be tossed again.

 

Standing on the edge of a cliff waiting for that final push. Losing any real friends as I fear the ones who are not and the ones I can’t see.

My Voice Never Made a Sound

This poem was written for all those who were made fun of and the bystanders stood by and watched. I am also guilty of this. I wish I could find him to say I am sorry for not acting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stood by and watched

And I didn’t say anything

And  sometimes I looked away

My lips never moving

My voice never making a sound

In protest to your plight

I never stood up and never spoke out

I sat in my desk and watched and listened

But never spoke out in your defense

My heart hurt of the things they did

My heart ached  for I saw how hurt you were

But too afraid to move

So many hurt and none of us could move

We let them decide who we were

And let them decide what we do

Vile, heart retching acts and still I did nothing

We just followed the crowd

And now all we have is regret.

Where are you now?

Will you forgive those who hurt you

And those who just stood by

Will you forgive me?