I was thinking...someone should make some sort of thread just to let forums know that we ARE here.....
To the Sandy Hook shooting. Please don't cry, we're okay. We went on a field trip today. A secret place where there's fun to be had. And the principal's with us, so we won't be bad. It's full of toys and rainbow slides, Cotton candy and high cloud rides. A funny zoo full of different things, I even saw a man with wings. We're not alone, so don't you fear. We're chaperoned by Jesus here. It's really nice so I think I'll stay, And hold your spot till your field trip day. I know Christmas is here and there's toys to be given, So please tell Santa that I'm in Heaven. ~Unknown
Or... We can ask the admins to put up a poll thread. That would probably make it seem a lot more important to the non-FF players, but the possible outcomes could be far worse.
I would like to note the whole reason FF was taken off of the AT's was because rp's were popular back then, and people didn't like the fact the same threads were always there on top in the AT. However since role playing is no longer the thing around here, developers may change there minds.
Any editin please? Story - Pub School Prologue Whenever you think of puberty, what comes to mind first? I reckon it's Justin Bieber. Him being 16 or whatever and still not hitting puberty. That is not a real problem. At my school, NO ONE has hit puberty. You may ask why? But no one knows. The teachers keep encouraging that we are late bloomers but that's not the case. I can only tell you a little right now because it's a prologue but it started 31 years ago. John A. Wilkes was a scientist. People called him a madman and inhuman but he hardly cared. You see he first tried making a human without an intercourse. He was arrested for inhuman experiments. People were disappearing. Often babies so it lead to him. He was arrested but broke out and went in hiding. There he would continue his experiments. He could never succeed in making a human. But that's what everyone thought. ------------------------------------ Chapter 1 I skipped through the hall. My blonde hair brushing through my face. It was in a regular fauxhawk. The hall's sides were green with shards of paint coming off. The top was a mismatch of designs. There were roses, cars and graffiti. Usually marking the hobby of a famous student. I walked through to my third period class. Grade seven wasn't really hard. I was on the bottom floor and had to reach the top. I ran to the stairs but was stopped by a teacher. He was bald with big burly hands. Mr Jackassal. Also known as JackAss. The worst of the worst. "STOP RIGHT THERE!" He hollered at me pointing his big finger at me. His voice was deep and scratchy. I stopped. He walked up to me. His footsteps rang through the hall. "Student ID please," He ordered. I dropped my binder then took out my card from my left pocket. "Here sir." I said as I gave it to him. He checked it and gave it back. "Ok. Nothing this time but next time be warned......" He trailed as he walked back. I couldn't believe my luck. I wasn't in trouble! I walked to the science room. My binder clutched by my chest. I entered the room as all eyes stared at me. "What the hell," I muttered. I sat on my desk and took out my science notebook. ------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 I wasn't paying attention in class. I was staring at the same old classroom. The bookshelf was on tue right side of the door. It was a light chocolate brown, with a lot of dust. It was amazing how the janitor or anyone had the time to clean it. Right across it was the blackboard which would span the whole left wall as soon as you entered the door. The classroom was painted green. Apparently the teachers thought the color should suit the subject. I dont know why, but it's like that. Even though the paint is like from pre-historic times. Literally. You see the paint scratched and torn. They should paint it too. "Jake can you please tell me what kinetic energy is?" Mrs. Sagne asked. I snapped my head as jolted up. So far I was pretty much sleeping and noticing the 'fine' condition our classroom is in, and this got me up. "It's uh when you umm... Like the particles they like I dunno transfer energy?" I guessed. The look on her face was priceless. Her face mixed with horror and anger. A true work of art. "Wait isn't it when my teacher starts staring at me like ima I dunno.. Umm ... Monster?" "If you were paying attention you would've known that NONE of them are kinetic energy!" She snapped, emphasizing on the word 'none'. Her face was contorted with rage. If I wasn't laughing I'd actually be scared. Suddenly everyone started laughing. The whole classroom was a fit of giggles and laughter. That's why I'm the class clown. -------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 The teacher angrily stomped towards the phone. Her black high-heels making a clickity-clack sound. The black phone wad wired and attached to the wall. It was there as soon as you entered. Uh-Oh. She dialed a number then waited. "Can I please send a student down?" She said. The person on the other side said something but I couldn't make it out. I was after all in the back row. "Jake Mastander." She added as she busily tapped her foot on the brown interior of the room. Suddenly she put down the phone and motioned for me to come. I hesitated then followed her lead. But just before that I remarked " You didnt even say bye". I went outside and listened to her lecture. Something like you're behaving bad and all the bûllshît. But what she said in the end scared me. "I hope to never see you again," She announced in a menacing whisper. Confusion slid over me features as me eyebrows knitted together. "Whatcha mean?" I asked nonchalantly. I gazed at my arm that I scraped as I was exiting the room. It left a small scratch. I tensely flexed it then let it go. I was going to be fine. Seriously I ought to sue this teacher. I don't think you're allowed to say that to your students. Still this was an orphan school so I'm not sure I could. I didn't exactly have a income or something. My lawyer would probably be some cheap- @#$% dude wearing a run down tie. "Oh nothing," She replied with a smirk. She raised her hand as if to dismiss me. ---------------------------------------------- Chapter 4 enticing me. What did she mean by I'll never see you again? It really was scary. I mean, its not everyday that a teacher basically threatens you. I was silently walking through the halls slowly. The halls smelled like the interior of a leather car. It was a tad different than the other halls. This was the only hall linked to the principals office. It was much neater and better. The paint was not drifting off into a void known as nothingness. The layout was a square. There was only one entrance and exit; the front door. There were 3 halls that came as you entered. Straight in front, left and right. The right one would later intersect with the middle one, while the left one would lead to the principals office. I was taking my goddam sweet time getting there too. I knew I couldn't run, so I just delayed. As I was walking to the office, my friend Bass was sitting outside. He was gingerly rubbing his feet against the other under desk. "What's up Bass?" I said. I leaned on the lockers behind him. Their blue color blended in with my shirt. "Not much man. I swear teachers on crack. She gave me like a friggin' shitload of work. I miss 2 days and I'm a frigging mosquito in cow @#$%. I swear how much does one boy do eh?" he replied. He wasn't exactly happy right now. "Man that's nothin'. Look at me I'm in deep crap man. Like I'm going to the @#$% principal's office." I told him. "Why's that?" He asked as he gazed across the hallways, looking at where I came from. "Sleeping in class." I said as I started walking towards the office again. "Aight cya man." He said as he grumbled and started writing something on the paper. I entered the room and the temperature hit me like a bullet. It was hot. Like really hot. Usually in the halls it was about 20 degrees Celsius. But it must've been 31 Celsius inside here. I looked around the room. On one side was a portrait of a man. His hair was black with black bead-small eyes. His hair was curled and a big mustache loomed over his thin fragile lips. On the bottom it was inscribed : John A. Wilkes. On the other side was red paint. Inside it were pictures of little kids. Some were cute but others were chubby. A consistent tapping broke my thought as the principal's voice defeaned my thoughts. "I hear you've been a bad kid!" She remarked. -------------------------------------------- Chapter 5 She walked up to me. Her red satin dress swishing from side to side. Her high heels making a annoying tap on the tile floors. Her brown hair floating through the air. As she was passing her desk, she hit the edge of the black leather chair. She sort of 'humphed' as she came. She is quite fat. Not obese, but fat. "Let me tell you a little secret." She said menacingly as she combed her hair which was in front of her hazel eyes. She had acquired the comb at the front table near the door. I was sitting on the chairs right to the door. It had a green sea color. "Hmm?" I said nonchalantly not knowing what was happening. I was a little freaked because she said it in a freaky way. "Have you ever heard of John A. Wilkes?" She asked as she faced the portrait in the room. "No. Well aside from that photo," I replied pointing my hand at the portrait. "Well he was a scientist." She informed me. "Soo why's so important?" I inquired. Stretching the 'so'. "He tried making humans!" She snapped as she closed the brown door. "Impossible that's inhuman!" I gasped. I was freaking out. That man made humans. Fear and rage coursed through my body. I was numb and the whole world was going black. "Ahh that's what everyone said." She added as if it was a happy thought. "Oh and the secret........ He was my father." She said in a dreamy tone. I was at a loss for words. "So ... Everyone here... Is ... An experiment..?" I managed to mumble out. I guess I connected the dots. Scientist. His daughters school. Everyone orphan. I still hoped it wasn't true. "Don't mumble! I don't like mumbling." She said, as she stared at me. Her brown eyes looked like an X-ray. As if she was looking through me. "I'm askin' if everyone here is from the experiment!" I screamed with a bit more authority this time. "Ohh.... Don't be silly." She chided me. "Of course they are!" she added as an afterthought. That's when I fainted. -------------------------------------------- Chapter 6 I woke up and I was strapped to a metal chair. The smell of gasoline hit me like a truck. I looked around and saw I was near a wall with red stains on it. My stomach churned at the thought. Was it blood? I looked around and saw men in white. They had a long dirty white robe with green gloves. I looked above me and saw a dull gray wall. I stared and saw a replica of a skeleton on a picture. My gaze settled across the far end of the room where there was a human body. It was hanging on a loose hook. My mind felt numb. There was blood dripping from the stomach. The grisly red dripping from the dirty walls. The body was slumped as if dead. My mind raced to remember how I got here. My mind then relayed the events of the previous day. That witch must have got me here. I saw one of the scientist life the face of the body. I couldn't help but take a glance at the body. My heart fluttered in terror as I recognized the face. It was Madison Frarie. A student from my history class. --------------------------------------- Chapter 7 I couldn't believe my eyes. Blood dripped from the grayish walls giving it an extensive pinkish look. Her black hair matted over her face and slumped in blood. Her green streaks turning into am abomination of a color. The sight looked gruel and twisted. No human should ever see this. But to do it to another, that was inhumane. I heard scientists rustle amongst each other. They reached a gray oversized computer and sat down. They all looked eager and determined. Horrible people. This seemed like those shows were they would say: "Anything for science." Then there would be like some cruel stuff, like experimenting on kids. I heard an intercom message. "All available scientists please go to experiment 3A. I repeat all available scientists go to 3A." It blared through the chit chatter of those monsters. They all rushed to her body. That's what they thought we were huh. Experiments. The thought made my head bubble with anger. But I had to hold it in. "Prepare for beheading!!" One scientist screamed. All others joyously clapped and cheered. I might not be am A student but isn't beheading like taking off the head? I saw one reach for the knife. I still didn't get it. Why behead a girl. Another thousand of questions were also bursting. "Is this illegal?" "Is this a dream?" "The government must know of it! Or do they?" This time I was determined not to faint. I wanted to, but I didn't know what they would do to me. Suddenly one scientist took the knife, and as gracelessly as a pig, swung it straight through the back of her neck. It got stuck near the vocal cords. The scientist still managed it to go through. All in a moment, blood sprayed everywhere. The dark red color was literally waltzing out of her head. It soaked the scientists coats. The scientists didn't try to stop the blood OR move out of the way. After a while, I heard one of the new scientist that came in and ask. "Why did she get killed?" I guessed he was new because his lab coat was not soaked and he just came in from the corner. It was One entrance. One exit. "It was because she failed the vocal cord upgrade. She woulda convulsed randomly so she was sent here to see what went wrong." Explained the scientist who beheaded her.
I'm sure we're all aware of why FF was pulled. I was actually part of one or two of those RPs. What I'm saying is that we can't just have only FF members sign the petition to bring back FF; that's stupid. There needs to be a thread made in a major forum, and the only way people would pay it any serious mind is if the admins did it.
Have a thread made, and some non-FF'ers will sign it too. There are people that believe in letting everyone do what they want to.
Just have a PC user make a petition (PC so that they can list all the people who have agreed in the original post)
And when we get some support going we can e-mail the DEVS (or all use feedback at the same time and flood ATA lol)
@ underlying Good story but the chapters are rather short and there are a few typos (when do you think you'll have the finished version posted as I look forward to reading it?)
We may all want to keep in mind if Fan Fic is back in AT, and I'm not trying to make it seem like a bad idea, I'm just warning you, RP's may come back again. The only reason I found out about/joined TN3U/the thread that made FanFic incognito was because it was in AT and my friends had told me to. There will be more crap threads in the wrong category, there will be more spam threads, and we need to be able to put up with those if we want to be in AT. I think that, overall, the gain will be greater than the loss.
The gain will probably be much greater than the loss. Luckily though, I've noticed many new members... Though if anyone posts a petition on the major forum, random fail trolls will try to derail it, and it'll work. We need Benny's help... Is he still active? Because then he would probably help us, and he has authority. Also, Underlying, great story. Though is the main character a boy or a girl? Feels more like a girl... But I'm not so sure...