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that the Society for the Conservation of State Traditions is a fiercly nationalistic Caldari lobbyist organization that unleashed a scathing rebuke of PIE Inc. pilot Kostantin Mort in late YC106.

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 91 
 on: 02 Nov 2017, 08:47  
Started by Julianni Avala - Last post by Stutzer
Glad you guys enjoy. But right now there's going to be a break from my activity in eve. I've got a bulging disc in my back and am not supposed to be sitting for long periods of time. Life right now basically involves me laying or working (and hurting my back even more, woo).

Er... here's hoping for a swift and lasting recovery.  :ugh:

 92 
 on: 02 Nov 2017, 05:49  
Started by Ibrahim Tash-Murkon - Last post by Lunarisse Aspenstar
Seconded!  Kind of cool seeing it this way :)

 93 
 on: 02 Nov 2017, 04:09  
Started by Ibrahim Tash-Murkon - Last post by Lasairiona
Love the style!!! :-)

 94 
 on: 02 Nov 2017, 01:51  
Started by Ibrahim Tash-Murkon - Last post by Julianni Avala
Yay ibs blog!!!

 95 
 on: 02 Nov 2017, 01:49  
Started by Julianni Avala - Last post by Julianni Avala
Glad you guys enjoy. But right now there's going to be a break from my activity in eve. I've got a bulging disc in my back and am not supposed to be sitting for long periods of time. Life right now basically involves me laying or working (and hurting my back even more, woo).

 96 
 on: 01 Nov 2017, 21:16  
Started by Masaki_Kiyohara - Last post by Masaki_Kiyohara
-Hello!, new to Eve RP Scene, wanting help editing any wrong information below! If you have links to lore and what not that would be appreciated aswell. What i have bellow is what i hope to be part of His Bio to give some insight into the mind of Kiyohara...-

"Commence Recording.."
Date: YC 09-24-118
Location: Brapelille - Moon Six - Gallente Station
Brapelille < Wyllequet < Sinq Laison
Recording: Audio Only, Masaki Kiyohara
-System ready to record-
"I have heard the calling, a whisper at first, a murmur if you will, watching them flicker as the barge tutted along through the empty void that i called home. I have always been curious by nature, always wondering how things worked, what made them work, and why the worked the way they did, i was never satisfied with what i found i always wanted more. I knew that my frail human body would never allow me sufficient time to learn what i wanted from the universe, i would have to one day stop waking from my slumber. I saw only one option, one option that to my parents was unnatural. The Capsuleer program, to become immortal, to never die, to have unlimited time to learn what i wanted, at least i thought that was how it worked. I worked hard to gain entry into the university of Caille, to become top of my class, to stand out from the chaff, i was proven to have genetic comparability with the jovian capsule and neural implants, i went forward with it, my long years of hard work would finally pay off.

This life that i have chosen is not a life, i have died many times, i have felt the searing heat and the bitter cold of the vacuum of space more time than i am willing to recall. We are told when a capsuleer dies our consciousness is instantly transferred to a new body, our one will die, but we live on. The countless times that i have reopened my eyes have begun to weigh on my mind, i have started to question whether or not it is actually 'Me' who awakens after a death. The amarrens believe that a person has a soul within its body, after death this soul, who we are at our core, leaves behind its carnal prison, we cease to exist on this plain of existence. IF what they believe is true, then my greatest fear is that these implants do nothing more than make a copy of the neural mapping of our brains, constantly updated as we learn and experience new things, and it is this copy that shapes a new brain in a fresh clone that awakens, and not -us-. This thought haunts my waking moments, i am afraid, am i coward for being afraid? TO fear death is natural human instinct, someone once told me, to embrace it reveals strength, to dismiss it reveals foolishness, to run from it, cowardice. I do not know what to think anymore, i must continue forward with this new life and hope that i never have to feel the cold of the vacuum again, never again..."

"Cease Recording"
-Acknowledged, system storing recording audio log 758-

"Maybe know i can go to sleep..."

((If you see anything you dont like please let me know! it helps me in bettering my writing.))

 97 
 on: 01 Nov 2017, 20:52  
Started by Ibrahim Tash-Murkon - Last post by Ibrahim Tash-Murkon
I have made a new blog for the journal Ibrahim the character is starting to keep along with other items of fluff. This concludes the important announcement.

Limited Liability

 98 
 on: 01 Nov 2017, 20:07  
Started by Julianni Avala - Last post by Lunarisse Aspenstar
I love these stories and eagerly await the next installment....

 99 
 on: 01 Nov 2017, 07:52  
Started by Miyoshi Akachi - Last post by Ché Biko
This piece moved me. I'm easy to move, though...
Not sure if this can be considered entirely lore adherent.
I find your use of hyphens interesting. And I would suggest you read up on how to format dialogue (like I've recently done), for easy of reading. For instance, I've learned that having more than one person speak in a paragraph is not a good thing, and reading this makes me understand why a little. ;)
 :cube:

 100 
 on: 30 Oct 2017, 14:25  
Started by Miyoshi Akachi - Last post by Miyoshi Akachi
Hello everyone, one more entry for YC 119 Pod and Planet Fiction Contest!
Just one more, just a few more words... I'd like to submit this for the A Thousand Suns - Very Short Fiction category.

Hope you enjoy!



Photo by Daniil Kuželev on Unsplash

Let me show you the world in my eyes


Let me show you the world in my eyes.

Everything blurred around, only that blue iris remaining and growing... growing... growing...


Let me show you the world in my eyes.

From the darkness fades back a urban playground, if playground can be said so. The city is ruined, smokes trails up from wild fires while rubbles and wrecks dot the streets. Windows are broken, there is no light in the buildings nor in the streets. And there is silence. Eerie as it is, a hell of concrete in complete silence.

The view shift, from left to right, more ruins and wrecks. The view shift down and gloved hands appear, hands holding a black assault rifle. A black rifle? The silence is torn like fabric as shots ring between the dead concrete walls. The views ducks and runs as it shifts to the sides, looking for shelter close to ruined buildings.

The view shift again, soldiers in the street moving from cover to cover. Dead bodies laying in the street. What's this? What's happening?


Let me show you the world in my eyes.

From the darkness fades back a frozen compound. Where had the ruined city disappeared? Wind howls in the ears, there is no silence, it's difficult to hear the shots flying around over the knocking wind. The views shift closer, it feels like flying, closer and closer to the white covered compound. White stained with blood and wrecks. Troops on the ground and in the air, turrets spitting fire and darkening the white cover, explosions resonating through the air as the battle rages on and on and on.

The view vibrate and then it's free fall. The ground comes closer and closer and closer...


Let me show you the world in my eyes.

From the darkness fades back the stars. What about the frozen compound? Silence once again, silence dotted by the rumor of machines doing their work. The humming of energy flowing through... through a ship? Are they flying... in space? The view shift again, the beauty of the cluster with it's multicolored nebulae unfolds itself.

This is completely different from before... it's beautiful... Alarms blare and the view vibrates heavily, what's now?! The view shift, another ship is coming closer. Energy beams flows from the opponent toward the view, pain starts growing and growing. Fight back! Fight... back... the pain is unbearable, the view vibrates...


Let me show you the world in my eyes.

Blinding lights from above. A hospital room, as clean as possible in stark white. The view wobbles before setting and slowly growing to look at the doctor in white coat rushing to the side. A garbled flow of words and sounds comes, the view wobble again and again.

Something isn't right... something is... wrong.

The view blurs. No good, there should be no blur after living again and again and... again.

Sounds comes frenetic, something is... wrong.

Darkness starts gathering and seeping in the view that collapse, looking up to the bright ceiling.

Not... another... view?

Darkness closes on the view but nothing fades back. Only darkness.

A scream of a woman. Full of pain. And anguish.


Let me show you the world in my eyes.


- - - < > - - -

Thank you for reading!


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