The Runouw.com Connection Sign up and preview!
Posted: December 22nd, 2009, 9:34 amOkay, if you want to sign up, just put your character down there. It doesn't have to be anything like you, heck, it could be the opposite gender if you like. To avoid my mom thinking I'm weird for naming my characters Avolerators and blablob (no offense! they are cool!) I would name them Edward Blablob for example, or Avo Richards (just off the top of my head.)
Charachter Spots
1. Me as Cam Messenger
2. MIC (with his approval)
3. ridder (with his approval)
4. Zebterestalala as Dan Zeb-Terra
5._____________
6._____________
7.Rob Stevens and his brother
8._____________
9._____________
10_____________
I would be including myself and MIC and Ridder as main characters. But in the first chapter is only two characters. The story takes place in my hometown of Portland, Oregon. I understand that people really live elsewhere, but this would not work very well in the story. But MIC and Ridder also need to send me profiles.
In the Middle of Portland, Oregon, in a one-person loft under the ruby red Broadway Bridge by the rustic Union Station, was a frequent online blogger. Owning a website for flash gaming, runouw.com had evolved into a hangout space for preteens and young adults from all over the city. The odd thing being, none of them had met before.
Rob Stevens looked as a chatter posted "Hey, Runouw!"
Another cynically replied "Yeah, like that will ever happen. Runouw would rather die than chat."
The first responded "Yeah lol"
Stevens thought "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt me to chat just this once," and started to type "Well, guess I'm dead, then" and about his boring week while his brother was on a business trip... when a private message popped up on his computer. Rolling his eyes, Stevens clicked on his PM link, leaving his message in the chat unentered.
The Message was from the global moderator, also known as Superyoshi. The subject read "We found the fourth mod!"
Stevens grinned as he was eager to appoint this mystery mod.
Right when he clicked on the link, a brute force slammed into the back of his head, leaving him dead. Ouch.
The masked man, with Stevens still logged in as Runouw, hence the site name, laughed an insanely typical laugh as he sat in the swiveling office chair.
The next day, runouw.com was closed down. All topics were locked, all the users were banned, including the moderators, and none of the users knew why Runouw would do that.
All except one. The killer.
Charachter Spots
1. Me as Cam Messenger
2. MIC (with his approval)
3. ridder (with his approval)
4. Zebterestalala as Dan Zeb-Terra
5._____________
6._____________
7.Rob Stevens and his brother
8._____________
9._____________
10_____________
I would be including myself and MIC and Ridder as main characters. But in the first chapter is only two characters. The story takes place in my hometown of Portland, Oregon. I understand that people really live elsewhere, but this would not work very well in the story. But MIC and Ridder also need to send me profiles.
In the Middle of Portland, Oregon, in a one-person loft under the ruby red Broadway Bridge by the rustic Union Station, was a frequent online blogger. Owning a website for flash gaming, runouw.com had evolved into a hangout space for preteens and young adults from all over the city. The odd thing being, none of them had met before.
Rob Stevens looked as a chatter posted "Hey, Runouw!"
Another cynically replied "Yeah, like that will ever happen. Runouw would rather die than chat."
The first responded "Yeah lol"
Stevens thought "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt me to chat just this once," and started to type "Well, guess I'm dead, then" and about his boring week while his brother was on a business trip... when a private message popped up on his computer. Rolling his eyes, Stevens clicked on his PM link, leaving his message in the chat unentered.
The Message was from the global moderator, also known as Superyoshi. The subject read "We found the fourth mod!"
Stevens grinned as he was eager to appoint this mystery mod.
Right when he clicked on the link, a brute force slammed into the back of his head, leaving him dead. Ouch.
The masked man, with Stevens still logged in as Runouw, hence the site name, laughed an insanely typical laugh as he sat in the swiveling office chair.
The next day, runouw.com was closed down. All topics were locked, all the users were banned, including the moderators, and none of the users knew why Runouw would do that.
All except one. The killer.