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02-04-2015, 11:22 AM
Post: #1
Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Have you ever dreamed of a world so realistic it’s literally identical to this one? A world where you can do anything, as long as it is within the parameters of what you could realistically do. A world where the only limit… Is the limits of the world.

Then look no further.

We say “you”, but of course we mean “a character you create that exists within this hyper-realistic simulation.” This distinction would normally not be noted, but we take this very seriously. We wouldn’t wish to shatter your suspension of disbelief, though we do hope to minimize it, so you may immerse yourselves in this world that is exactly the same as reality to such a small level that everything- from grass to fingernails- grows organically before your very eyes.

Please note, that this game is rated M for Mature, and as such is 18+ due to adult content, such as jobs, mortgages, paying taxes and body horror. Just like in the real world, we do not discount that more horrifying things may occur, such as murder, getting linked to snuff porn by your office buddy, and discovering that your flatmate has been cultivating a strange new breed of toxic mold in the bathroom.

Remember the three Ms. Mature = Mortgages + Mold.

To apply, merely provide us with the details of the [human] character you wish to pilot in this simulation. Name, age, and occupation [or lack thereof] are necessities, but providing more detail, up to and including their life history, family geneology back to when they first immigrated to this land [Canada], comprehensive medical history [including allergies!], is highly encouraged. but not strictly necessary.

The character sheet is as follows:

Name:
Age:
Occupation:
Physical Description:
Housing Details:
Favorite Drink:
High School Results:
Credit Score:
Fingernail Length:
Living Relatives:
Favourite Food:
Allergies:
PIN number:
Pets (if applicable.):
Biography:


Medical History, Geneology, Ect. Optional.
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FAQ!

Q: Is this a joke?
A: Sort of! Hopefully a fun joke, we're not trying to make a mean one! The game will be a real game; you may or may not be able to guess where it will be going!

Q: Do I have to fill out that entire application?
A: That's part of the joke! The only things we really need are the name and a brief description. Feel free to make up your own extraneous categories!

Q: "We"?
A: This game has two gms! Dalm and I (Whimbrel).

Q: What was with that weird tooth guy?
A: Part of the game's concept was the peculiar GM running the game! We will still be running the game as under that persona, but making an account for it is a no-go! Just use your imagination to pretend that Dalm and I are actually someone else entirely!
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02-04-2015, 11:44 AM
Post: #2
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Name: Ronald Reagan
Age: 104, but looks way good for his age
Occupation: Ex-Actor, President of 1980s America
Physical Description: Handsome actor politician guy.
Housing Details: The White House, some other nice house possibly I guess.
Favorite Drink: "a weak orange blossom"
High School Results: Probably pretty good
Credit Score: Presidential
Fingernail Length: Authoritative
Living Relatives: All of America are his children
Favourite Food: Communism
Allergies: The Ever shifting democratic agenda
PIN number: Iunno
Pets (if applicable.): America's satellite states, two dogs
Preferred State of Walls: Torn down
Hobbies: Reagan smash
Number of Teeth: The correct amount
Biography: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ronald_Reagan
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02-04-2015, 12:00 PM (This post was last modified: 02-06-2015 07:00 PM by Raptarion.)
Post: #3
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Name: Nathan Earl Gray. His middle name isn't something he bothers telling people about, but most of his siblings are fond of introducing him as such in an attempt to get under his skin.
"Nathan Earl Gray. Get it? Like the tea! Ha ha ha ha!"

Age: 32.
Birthday: February 3.
Occupation: Butler.
Physical Description: 6'2. Muscular. Caucasian. Black hair in an undercut.
Housing Details: A pretty big house with three floors, and bathrooms and bedrooms out the wazoo. His family doesn't own it, they just work and live there.
Favorite Drink: Fresca
High School Results: D's across the board.
Credit Score: Poor. But that's the result of his siblings and their frivolous spending with his money.
Fingernail Length: Short. Clean.
Favourite Food: Onion rings.
Allergies: None.
PIN number: 5125

Biography: Nathan, known as Nate by most, was born into a family with a long history of service. Not military service. Domestic service. Most members of his immediate family have served the same household as maids, butlers, and even bodyguards, since before their immigrating to Canada. Nathan wasn't too thrilled about getting into the family business so to speak, so he tried to make it on his own for a few years. It didn't work out too well, but could have ended a lot worse.

On the verge of bankruptcy, he returned to find that the situation at home was beginning to fall apart. His lazy siblings barely did any work around the house. And when they did work, it was usually badly. Where they were unwilling to work, his parents were now unable. On top of getting too old, they were beginning to suffer from disease. His father got severe arthritis, and his mother cancer. They both had passed away by the time he was 25. He was left as the sole competent member of the family.

Luckily, he is surprisingly good at this job. Like, ridiculously so. He cooks, cleans, chauffeurs for the head of the house, and generally acts as an unbelievably exceptional butler. Enough to compensate for the sub-par jobs of his siblings at least. It's a good thing the Kelling family is as rich as they are unwilling to do any work for themselves. So he makes a decent enough living, even if his brothers and sisters take most of his paycheck for their own use.

In his spare time he takes Krav Maga and yoga classes, and works out. He also spends time playing internet chess, and has a weakness for young adult novels.

Living Relatives:
Audrey- She's been dating Kayden, one of the Kelling family boys, since high-school. She's easily the laziest of his brothers and sisters, but at least she doesn't usually mooch off of his paycheck, instead choosing to mooch off of her boyfriend's allowance. Audrey plays the spoiled princess part like she was born for it.

Lex- His brother is a bit of an introvert who spends most of his time in his room, listening to too loud music, or practicing on his guitar. He thinks one of these days he's going to be a world famous musician. Until then he's busy not getting a real job and wearing ridiculous dark lipstick and eye-shadow.

Scott & Morgan- The twins are a pair of inseparable trouble makers. When not playing video games and insulting people over voice chat, they are spending their time on drunken benders with their friends around town. Between the expensive games, and bailing them out of jail for drunken and disorderly conduct, they manage to be the biggest drain on his money.

Cynthia- The only other member of his family who even pretends to work, Cynthia is sadly more of a liability than an asset. Despite her kind nature and enthusiasm, she is a huge klutz. After spilling nearly every meal she has ever made (most of them burned) and causing Marla to nearly blow a gasket, it was eventually decided that it would be best if she kept her help to a minimum. She is good friends with Tonia, and they share a mutual enjoyment of fandoms and shipping.

Kelling family:
Sebastian- An quietly intimidating man, and head of the household. He is emotionally distant to everyone, including his wife Marla, and his children. He runs the family oil business with extraordinary efficiency and success. He has to, in order to ensure his company remains profitable, and to keep his family's luxurious lifestyle. He's no nonsense, to the point, professional. Everything a proper businessman needs to be.
Nate's notes: Remember his schedule. Plan around traffic when picking him up. Likes a glass of wine with dinner.

Marla- A woman who is obsessed with her appearance, and how others see her. She seems the picture of cool headed at first, being incredibly polite and sociable. But spend enough time around her, and you see that she is like a pressure cooker about to go off. She doesn't do herself any favors by organizing numerous social occasions and parties, both for herself and her friends, and obsessing over every detail.
Nate's notes: Be prepared. Have things done in advance. Does not tolerate tardiness or lack of perfection. Thank god she has her own chauffeur.

Tonia- An aspiring author, she has been working on a mystery novel for nearly six years. It's not her only unfinished project. Just her most ambitious. She has almost a hard drive worth of unfinished short stories, novellas, and poems. When she isn't busy not finishing her books, she is reading, or diving headfirst into various fandoms. Smutty fanfiction is the only writing she has managed to finish in her life. But nobody must ever know.
Nate's notes: Has a peanut allergy. Prefers her orange juice fresh squeezed with pulp.

Kayden- Has been dating Audrey since highschool. He's a bit of a spineless coward, who mostly does whatever his girlfriend tells him to. He's one to easily give into peer pressure, which means when he's not buying things for Audrey, he's usually out with her at parties getting drunk or stoned on her insistence.
Nate's notes: If Kayden comes home late with Audrey, do not wake up. Serve breakfast with headache medicine.

Lisha- A professional horse jockey, Lisha is known for her outgoing and cheery personality. She usually only visits the house on holidays, but has taken some time off from her career to stay with family. Which is the lie she tells everyone so she doesn't have to admit that she's broke thanks to her signing some contracts that screwed her out of most of her earnings.
Nate's notes: Prefers breakfast in bread. Poached eggs on toast.



Space is warped and time is bendable.
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02-04-2015, 12:08 PM
Post: #4
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
oh wait it wasnt a joke

Name: Shelby Shelby
Age: 20
Occupation: Office Secretary
Physical Description: totally tappable relatable to
Housing Details: a small but clean apartment
Favorite Drink: screwdriver wait i mean water with lemon
High School Results: didn't stand out
Credit Score: the banner ads confuse her :(
Fingernail Length: like, 1" (fake)
Living Relatives: her parents who are in florida and want nothing to do with her
Favourite Food: Chocolate Pie whoops i meant salad
Allergies: dogs, dog people
PIN number: 1234
Pets (if applicable.): a fat cat, a skinny cat
Biography: she works at an office, and she is the only woman there. attractive but unsure of herself. she is looking for her mr. right, who would be pretty much anyone that doesnt look at her inappropriately. and isn't gay. ...this might be hard.

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02-04-2015, 03:12 PM
Post: #5
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Name: Yoshikage Kira Kosaku Kawajiri
Age: 33
Occupation: Salaryman
Physical Description: A handsome businessman with naturally blonde hair (dyed black) and indigo dark brown eyes, 175 cm tall and 65 kg in weight.
Blood Type: A
Housing Details: Modest 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom home complete with second floor, attic, basement, and a lovely garden out in the back.
Favorite Drink: Water.
High School Results: Performed very well, but never drew much attention to himself.
Credit Score: Above average.
Fingernail Length: Freshly clipped, but they grow so quickly...
Living Relatives: Aside from his loving wife and son, none.
Prized Possession: A polaroid of his late father.
Favourite Film: The Remains of the Day (1993)
Favourite Food: His wife's cooking.
Allergies: N/A
PIN number: 1983
Pets (if applicable.): A Stray Cat he picked up recently, currently kept in the attic.
Biography: Just wants a quiet life.

[MENACING]



Fools!
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02-04-2015, 04:06 PM
Post: #6
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Name: Jay Maynard ("Tron Guy")
Age: ~55
Occupation: Internet Celebrity, Tron Enthusiast
Physical Description: glasses, moustache, and self made electroluminescent suit
Housing Details: The Grid (my mom's house)
Favorite Drink: Water
High School Results: a diploma
Credit Score: over 9000
Fingernail Length: i wear gloves, it doesnt matter
Living Relatives: my mom
Favourite Food: Floppy Disks (pancakes)
Allergies: Bees
PIN number: 8766
Pets (if applicable.): Computer
Biography: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jay_Maynard

It's time to, T-T-T-T-T-T TRIPLE POST
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02-04-2015, 04:15 PM (This post was last modified: 02-04-2015 04:19 PM by ICan'tGiveCredit.)
Post: #7
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Name: Bill
Age: 2 years in circulation
Occupation: monetary unit of exchange
Physical Description: a dollar bill
Housing Details: some guy's wallet
Favorite Drink: air is a fluid and it is very delicious as it rushes through its pores
High School Results: Education can be bought, but not for Money
Credit Score: 0. For more reasons than you think
Fingernail Length: -1. No, there are no units to go with that measurement
Living Relatives: the Ten Dollar Bill is its only next of kin, after inflation really sets in
Favourite Food: any food, at all, as fueled by consumers
Allergies: Greed. Bill wants to be SPENT damnit, don't keep him in one place too long.
PIN number: I know everyone's pin numbers. Even Pala's Ronald Reagan's
Pets (if applicable.): the world is putty in my hands, does that count
Biography: Bill was a piece of cotton, once. But then people rolled him up and spit him out of a machine. Yuck. Also, it was painful. And then they TATTOOED HIM with all these numbers. He felt like he was part of a cult. He wasn't too far from the truth, being subsumed into the cult of consumerism. He got passed around some. Ended up in some sweaty hobo's hands for a while before being exchanged for alcohol. The bartender stored him in The Compartment for what seemed like ages before an employee just took him. For no reason. Bill questions the validity of the man's purchase, having gained him without the proper documentation a receipt...

Edited for Readability and Preservation of Sanity - The Revolution - OP - Chapter 1/2 - Chapter 2/2 (missing maps) - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 (Ongoing) - Chat
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02-05-2015, 10:21 AM (This post was last modified: 02-05-2015 10:37 AM by Fuade.)
Post: #8
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Name: HUGH MAN
Age: 27 OF OUR HUMAN YEARS
Occupation: HUMAN RESOURCES
Physical Description: TEN FEET TALL, FOUR LEGS LIMBS, TWO "EARS" AND ABSOLUTELY NO TAIL OF ANY KIND.
Housing Details: LIKE ALL HUMANS, I LIVE IN THE TALL METAL SKY RECTANGLES, AND REST IN THE MOVING WHEEL-CARRIAGES AT NIGHT
Favorite Drink: THE BLUE JUICE IN THE ROOM MARKED "JANITORS CLOSET"
High School Results: I DO NOT REQUIRE SCHOOLING. I AM A HUMAN, NOT A CHILDREN
Credit Score: WHAT IS CRED AND WHAT IS THIS "IT" YOU ARE REFERRING TO?
Claw Length: THREE INCHES
Living Relatives: I HAVE CONSUMED ALL OF MY NEST-MATES, AND MY CURRENT MATE IS CURRENTLY ASLEEP AFTER SHE WENT INTO THE WINTER-BOX BEHIND THE MEAT-SHELF AT THE LOCAL MART OF WALLS
Favourite Food: SMALL AND LARGE MAMMALS. I AM TOLD THEY ARE CALLED NAMES SUCH AS "COW" OR "DAVE"
Allergies: I HAVE A DEADLY REACTION TO THE JUICE BOTTLES INSIDE THE ROOM THE SANITATION TECHNICIAN LIVES. THE LIQUID IS DELICIOUS AND BLUE, BUT AFTER CONSUMING FOUR BOTTLES I COLLAPSE ON THE FLOOR AND START TO SPEW FOAM FROM MY MOUTH. ATTEMPTS TO WEAPONIZE THIS MOUTH-FOAM HAVE PROVEN UNSUCCESSFUL
PIN number: THE MONEY-BOX REFUSES TO GIVE ME THE GREEN CURRENCY-FABRIC THAT I DEMAND FROM IT. JANET IN ACCOUNTING GETS THE CURRENCY-FABRIC, YET I AM DENIED. JANET IS GONE NOW
Pets (if applicable.): THE SEVERAL THOUSAND MICE THAT INHABIT THE CRAWLSPACE OF MY DOMICILE. THEY ARE DELICIOUS YET PEOPLE STILL SCREAM WHEN I FEAST OF THEM.
Biography: I WAS BORN INTO THIS WORLD IN THE TYPICAL HUMAN FASHION. SCREAMING AND COVERED IN SOMEONE ELSE'S BLOOD. AFTER CONSUMING THE REST OF MY BROOD, I WAS GROOMED TO BECOME THE RULER OF US STRANGE, HAIRLESS FLESH-SKINS, AND SOON WAS ABLE TO CHALLENGE THE OWNER OF "BUSINESS" FOR CONTROL OVER HIS GRAND METAL RECTANGLE. I NOW MANAGE THE HUMANS, SELECTING ONLY THE MOST POWERFUL TO BE MY RESOURCES, SO THEY MAY SOON PRODUCE STRONGER AND MORE DELICIOUS HUMANS LATER IN LIFE.
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02-05-2015, 11:03 AM (This post was last modified: 02-05-2015 11:04 AM by Galloglasses.)
Post: #9
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Name: Patrick Francis Gerald McConnaughy
Age: 19
Occupation: Unemployed Student
Physical Description: Tall, fair skinned, still retains quite alot of freckles, bright green eyes, literally the reddest hair you have ever seen, high cheek bones and a naive smile.
Housing Details: Patrick is to be housed at Apartment 3c of the campus grounds of Prince Samu of Nigeria Memorial University! The University is totally real and in no way non-existent with meticulously well crafted paper trail to convince even the most thorough prospective foreign tech student that he had scored a complete free ride to one of the most influential and prestigious universities in the world.
Favorite Drink: Cappuccino
High School Results: Literally every single A
Credit Score: Haha, he has no credit.
Fingernail Length: Yes.
Living Relatives: No.
Favourite Food: Potatoes and Roast Beef with a side of freshly made beef gravy, preferably with an Oxo cube and cooked with love and compassion. He hasn't eaten in quite some time.
Allergies: Minor dust allergies
PIN number: Haha, that would require money.
Pets (if applicable.): Had to sell his dog to cover the last of the travel expenses getting to this country.
Biography: Literally the most Irish guy you know if Irish guys you knew weren't stereotypes.

Patrick doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, isn't aggressive, talks pretty normal English with very little slang terms but still has the remnants of the brogue Dublin couldn't beat out of him.

He came from a well to do middle class family which only got where it did because of the literally back breaking work of his beloved and responsible parents who literally invested everything into him and instilled into him the very real and present belief that he would do them proud and go on and live a better life than they did. They passed on not long after he succeeded in every respect of his academic career.

That was when he heard of Prince Samu of Nigeria Memorial University!

It offered him the means of achieving the accreditation he needed in order to work in the next generation of astro-technologies, it came with full accommodation and cafeteria for resident students and even had on site faculties and staff approved by both NASA and the European Space Program, what's not to like?

Unfortunately it cost literally all the money, including the net worth of his old house but it was sooo worth it, now he was penniless on the shores of another country but who cares? He got free room and board, he could worry about spare cash when he got a part-time job.

Its not as if he got totally screwed over and will now face literally all of the bad things.

mspa

Yes another Irishman, no I will not apologise.

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02-07-2015, 05:18 AM
Post: #10
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
I regret nothing.

In the case of being accepted, it would be interesting if someone took Heather.




Name:Eli Burning
Age:17
Occupation:Reincarnated Badass Teen
Physical Description:A teenage Scot. Has hair, teeth, and AH SCOTTISH ACCENT, YE KEN!
Housing Details:Seeing as he just appeared in this universe, not applicable.
Favorite Drink:Ale.
High School Results:Since this was his second run through life...Almost impressive. Except he ended up needing a scribe, and nobody could really get his scottish accent.
Credit Score:No credit.
Fingernail Length:3.141592653589793238462643383279 millimeters beyond his fingertips.
Living Relatives:N/A
Favourite Food:?
Allergies:N/A
PIN number:16667. Yes, 5 digits.
Pets (if applicable.):
Biography:See Old Man Henderson. This Fake Reality is the only one Nyar can't touch.



Of course, I might just drop the game even if i am accepted. THIS IS MOSTLY A JOKE SUBMISSION.

(12-16-2014 11:08 AM)KatoHearts Wrote:  I'm pretty good at making terrible people.
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02-08-2015, 12:14 AM
Post: #11
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
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02-11-2015, 08:42 AM
Post: #12
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Name: Orphan
Age: 4
Occupation: Freelance Murderer
Physical Description: Small, bald, and unclean.
Housing Details: N/A
Favorite Drink: Cola
High School Results: N/A
Credit Score: N/A
Fingernail Length: Sharp with dirt underneath.
Living Relatives: Unknown.
Favourite Food: Ants
Allergies: Penicillin, Soy, Lactose
PIN number: 7539
Pets (if applicable.): None.
Biography: He wanted a skateboard but his parents couldn't afford one so he got a job as a hitman so he could save up for one. His first client was the leader of the Multicultural Mafia. The first job was to off his parents. Now he has a skateboard.
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02-14-2015, 09:45 AM (This post was last modified: 02-14-2015 09:47 AM by Whimbrel.)
Post: #13
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
The following have been processed into the simulation:
Ronald Reagan
Nathan Earl Gray
Shelby Shelby
Patrick Francis Gerald McConnaughy


The time, as agreed upon by most watches of the local population center known as Calgary, is currently measured at April 6th, 6:37:43.01 P.M., in the year two-thousand and fifteen. This Monday was neither the Worst day nor the Second Worst day, despite the insinuations of certain fictional cats and lamentations of certain co-workers. Perhaps, however, we may title it the Third Worst day, for it is on the present time that we begin to observe the lives of [number] hauntingly realistic individuals. It is a particularly average evening, the grass is growing at a rate difficult to measure with the human eye, and the earth has very nearly turned this section of the world away from the sun.



Ronald Reagan sits in the cafeteria of his domain. The gently striped wallpaper does not grow, imperceptibly or otherwise. A secretary dressed in a brightly patterned garment deposits a cup of pills upon his beige plastic tray, and on the equally beige, equally plastic tray of his good friend and secret lover, Beatrice Gale. There are, as always, seven pills; one oily and transparent, three small, round, and white, speckled like the egg of a thrush, two blue, foul smelling ovals, a green and blue caplet filled with tiny marbles, and a chalky yellow TUMs wafer. Beatrice had misplaced her fork again, forgetting that it was encased within the mashed potatoes. These are a paste of white material flecked with brown and black. They are mostly composed of cellulose from the potato plant, as well as various amino acids. Beatrice incorporated a fatty dairy byproduct to her sample of the material. She often attempted to add the chemical sodium chloride, but it was forbidden to her.

The window looks out onto a grey pavement, the road given the name “Rainbow Falls Lane” by a green rectangle of metal welded to a pole beside it. Supposedly, a substantial body of water can be seen in the distance. The president can see only the domiciles of a foreign nation and their lackluster infrastructure.



Nathan Earl Gray locomotes up the stairs. He does so by placing one foot in front of the other and using friction in such a way as to propel him forward. This is particularly difficult on stairs due to their nature, and he must pay utmost attention to ensure his legs continue to function on the stairs. They are arranged in a spiral in such a way as to face both the first and second levels without using up a large volume of space. They are coated with an expensive indian rug, fraying at the edges. The edges do not grow. He reaches the top of the stairs, wobbling slightly due to difficulty balancing. He carries a platter up from the kitchen to the second dining room. It contains, among various plants, three ovules from a specially bred water bird hailing from some far-away land. Many people call this place England. Nathan has never been there, but he knows a lot about it from a television show about a lizard-man who solves mysteries, and his small, disgusting, filthy, cringing friend.

He will wait at the door for his masters to ring the bell; signalling that he is to provide the nourishment.



Shelby Shelby stands in the parking lot of her office. Before her, three vehicles crouch between white and yellow markings. Glitter adheres to her fabrics; residue of the office pranks of the first of the month. The same substance gently coats the inside of the three resting beasts. It is residue of last year’s office pranks of the first of the month. The plates on the front of the cars read ALBERTA; NHM-3906, ALBERTA; CTN-1824; and QUEBEC; VYO-1658. The meeting had been long, disturbing. They had gathered around the great table, once a place of bountiful worship, now only a place of sermons and despair. No one had dared to take the first biscuit, and so the one they called Jeff had stuffed them in his backpack at the end of the meeting, glitter pouring out with each push.

She holds two objects. The first is a package that she is to deliver, to a person and location as yet undisclosed by those above her in the corporate environment. The second is a strip of metal that allows a vehicle to be tamed and ridden to a destination. Her destination lay away from the city she worked in. A domicile in the land known as Chestermere; where she visited nightly to recover energy. Energy was necessary for working. Perhaps when the corporation gained more power, it would keep its workers in one building eternally. But for now, she was permitted a brief interlude in the outside world.



The spring term has already begun for Patrick Francis Gerald McConnaughy, though he has yet to locate his campus. He has, however, discovered another student of the Nigeria Memorial University. Joshua Nesbit graciously permits Patrick to camp with him on the shores of Lake Chestermere. Clad in precipitation-resistant refuse bags, the two youths seek to open a single aluminium cylinder, which Nesbit assures him is full of beans. A solitary goose gains nourishment from the grass. Its neck is long, like a white, feather-clad hose. It does not bring forth an edible ovule like similar birds in England might. On the water, unrelated waterfowl unleash hoarse, gasping howls, communicating in a language that Patrick knows not. On Sunday, he and the Nesbit youth attempted to catch a waterfowl. The marks still sting, bruises on their arms from furious beaks. So many beaks.

On the ground, a canvas bag contains the remnants of expensive textbooks and electronic devices. It was not in the least bit waterproof, and was quickly flooded by the “water” oozing down from the town behind them.
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02-14-2015, 09:50 AM
Post: #14
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
"Well..." Patrick begins, trying to put the rising panic that he had thrown his life away to the back of his mind. "Shit."

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02-14-2015, 09:58 AM
Post: #15
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Nate reaches under his suit jacket, and retrieves one of the ear buds he had squirreled way. Said ear bud attached to his smart phone he had in his pocket. An observant person would notices the earbud cord emerging out of his pocket, and disappearing under his light jacket. But otherwise, there was no indication of a cord on his person, save for times like this when he wore one, so he could listen to music quietly, without worrying about missing someone talking to him. In such an occasion, he would immediately return the earbud to its hiding place.

Space is warped and time is bendable.
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02-14-2015, 11:12 AM
Post: #16
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Shelby "Shelby" Shelby cautiously gets in her car, the one on the right. She remembers this is her car because of the multitude of necklaces dangling from the rearview mirror. Remembering her mother's lessons, she locks the door before doing anything else. She starts up the car, looks around carefully for a solid 30 seconds, then steps sharply on the pedals, casuing the vehicle to zoom back out of her spot, and away, towards the road. She forgot to look behind her. Fortunately, there was nobody there.

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02-14-2015, 11:52 AM
Post: #17
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Ronald Reagan takes his pills, as usual, leaving behind the blue ones, as always, which were clearly coloured to match (and thus placed by) his old political nemeses.

Democrats.

This godforsaken country was not much better, with even their 'conservative' government being far too democrat for his liking. Clearly the blue menace had spread its talons into this northern nation (further explaining its poor infrastructure), despite any Republican effort. Oh how his party has fallen since he left them and his once-proud country.

Having once again gone through his pre-dinner ritual of lamenting how far America (and by association Canada, the northern America, as well as all other free nations) had fallen, and slowly eats his meal. Slowly, methodically, wasting not a single bite or missing a single flavour. Delicious, he supposes, for a socialist dystopia. Following the meal, he proceeds with his usual after meal walk, and after retreats to his room to spend his usual nightly hour contemplating America's fall while listening to the Star Spangled Banner on repeat.
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02-14-2015, 09:03 PM
Post: #18
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
Name: Samantha Roy
Age: 23
Birthday: Fifth of October
Occupation: She works part time as a fry cook at an A&W. The other part of her money coming from rent from the two current tenants of the apartment building she inherited from her parents.
Physical Description: Samantha is 213cm tall (Her most defining physical feature.), Long curly black hair, skin tone #b37855, moderate musculature, 114 kg.
Housing Details: Samantha lives on the bottom floor of the small apartment building she owns.
Favorite Drink (Alcoholic): Salty Dog with rum instead of vodka.
Favorite Drink (Non-alcoholic): Grapefruit juice.
High School Results: Graduated with mostly B's.
Credit Score: Fairly low.
Fingernail Length: Average.
Living Relatives: None. (That she knows of)
Favourite Food: Gyros are a food that Samantha occasionally enjoys greatly. Spicy foods are foods that she enjoys often.
Allergies: Samantha has an intense allergy to shellfish. Once, when she was younger, she and a small group of friends were at an all you can eat chinese buffet, and JOSHUA dared her to eat a lobster tail. She did it and ALMOST DIED, JOSHUA. SHE ALMOST DIED. Thank goodness for hospitals and epipens, which she now carries with her all the time. Epipens, not hospitals. She doesn't carry hospitals with her. That would be unrealistic.
PIN number: 0841
Pets (if applicable.): N/a
Favorite Music Genre: She used to like heavy metal above all others, but has, as of late, gained a fondness for the old school electronic music her dad used to listen to all the time.
Biography: In South Africa 1957, French immigrant Elizabeth Margaret Wilson married a man named Alexander Thomas Roy, and later that very year they had a son named Thomas Marshal Roy. Two years later, in 1959 Alexander was run over by a bus, and left little Tommy Roy fatherless. In the late 70s when Tom M. Roy was about 20, he moved to Canada, land of the free and home of the brave. In 1981, he met his soon to be wife, Maya DiStefano, whom had been born to Anthony DiStefano and Indira Bhattacharya in 1959, on the very same day that his father was killed. After having an on again-off again relationship for a few years, Tom and Maya settled down and married in 1985, having their only child six years later.
On the fifth of October, 1991, in a hospital in Edmonton, that child was born, and named Samantha Roy. When Sam was in elementary school she was a normal kid, but right about when she got into junior high, she started getting picked on more. She started being taller than everyone else her age. And it didn't really stop in junior high either. In high school she eventually joined the sportsball team, which lessened the bullying by quite a bit. This sports team is where she got to know half of the people she now calls "friends". Most of the others she met on an online forum where dorks go to dork around about silly things. Samantha's father Tom died in 2007. Eyewitness reports said that he was walking along the sidewalk in front of a Best Buy when a red truck crashed into a school bus that happened to be there. The force of the truck knocked the bus into him and crushed his body against the wall of the Best Buy. The truck driver fled and has never been found. Samantha's mother passed away five years later due to stomach cancer, leaving Samantha with the deed to the apartment building.
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02-16-2015, 03:45 AM
Post: #19
RE: Total Realism: Realer Than Ever
"I don't suppose any of it is recoverable?" Patrick asks Joshua, "I mean, even wet I suppose we could scrap at least some of it for uh, you know, food?"

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