The Ammys: 2009 - Page 7

Go ahead and sign me up as a judge

For everything if it pleases you to do so

Ages come and go with the turn of a page, becoming history. History gives way to legend, and legend to myth with another turn of the page. Even myth is forgotten when the winds of time turn the page once more.

A World where Writers are the creators, the destroyers. The jury, the prosecutors, the judges, and the executioners. A World where Writers...are God.

White sunlight poured in from the sky overhead, falling endlessly into the abyss of the object in front of Calis: the Writing Well. The Writing Well was a simple arrangement of plain, gray stone in a circle around a hole in the ground. Inside the hole, a mass of white and red energy churned around itself; it was dangerous to spend too much time too close to the Writing Well. It‘s power distorted reality and could just as easily distort a Writer.
Ambellina stepped forward, gripping a sheaf of papers. She stood over the Writing Well and let the papers fall in. The Well swallowed her pages. The sky overhead darkened and the inside of the Well turned black for a brief moment, hardly more than a few seconds before it settled and the sun burst back into existence, lighting the sky again. Behlren stepped forward beside Ambellina and let his single page fall. Again, sky and Well darkened and then returned to normal, then Calis came to stand beside Behlren, and all of the Writers behind him. When the twenty-sixth Writer came to let the Well have his pages, the Writers formed a tight ring around the Writing Well. Why the Writers did this once a week, Calis did not know. Did not care. It was what had always been done. What was, had always been. The Writing Well was merely a portal.
A place where fiction became reality.

A War bringing Man malevolence. Death bringing Man madness.

Dread filled Calis at the sight of Ambellina’s motionless body sprawled on the floor; her chair had been knocked over in her fall and her pen lay a few inches from her outstretched hand. Her eyes were as wide as plates, staring blankly at nothing. Her mouth gaped, as though she had been surprised by something before she had fallen. And she was pale. So, so pale.
“Ambellina?” Calis whispered. He knelt beside her when she did not move.
“She’s cold! So cold, no wonder she’s not moving! Behlren, get her some blankets!” C didn’t seem to realize he was shouting; he never shouted. That was ridiculous. Just like Ambellina was ridiculous. War was ridiculous. Behlren was ridiculous. The whole thing was ridiculous! He wanted to laugh as his arms closed around her and picked her up.



“This…” Calis began, “this stillness. It is death.” Calis couldn’t have said how or why he chose that name. The word had merely occurred to him and seemed right. It fit. The word was harsh. Cold. Permanent.
“Ambellina is dead.”

Power. A principle pertaining to all people, perhaps. What limits Man's power? If you could do anything, would you? Would you bring a lover back to life?

“But now that’s gone. Ambellina is gone. Now what? Move on? No. NO! There must be something that can be done, a way to reverse death! I am a Writer! I have the power to create! I give stars life, why can’t I give Ambellina life? Why shouldn’t I be able to? Why not?” An idea was beginning to take form in Calis’s head. A horrendous idea, but why not? What prevented him from trying? Nothing. That was the point Zellis had been trying to make. There was nothing to say what the Writers could and couldn’t do. He was alone. To be alone was to be nothing, to be surrounded by nothing. If there was not anything but nothing around him, then he had no restraints, no limits. He could do anything if there was nothing to say he couldn’t. Calis’s mind raced along these thoughts, meeting at a singular point:
He would bring Ambellina back to life.

Man's madness...a malignant malady making the core of His being.

A new emotion was overwhelming him. It was strong. So, so strong. Almost like love. But it wasn’t love. It contradicted everything about love, but it was just as strong. It needed a name.
“Hate,” Calis rasped as he wrote the name of every Writer into his Book, “Hate is what this is. Yes. I HATE YOU, BEHLREN!” No time, no time! He wished Behlren would die like Ambellina! How he hated him! He would cast all of the Writers into his fictional world! So that they could be with Ambellina. They could all be happy again. Together. But not Behlren. Behlren, he would kill.
Behlren would never come between Calis and Ambellina ever again.

In a world where fiction is made reality, a world controlled by a Man and his madness, what do you do?

Calis drove his knife into Falisha's ribs. He would be haunted forever by the unasked question in her eyes. Eyes like stars. The stars were going out.
"This is MY story...you're not part of it."

You kill or be killed.

did i do it rite, guiz?
Also, the song at the top, as you might have seen, is Coheed and Cambria's Keeping the Blade and, obviously, was not performed, composed, or had anything to do with myself.

I think I may enter but...

once again I feel like an outsider (to the regulars) and that my non-connectiveness...es, will be the cause of my entry being looked down upon D:

Not only am I not wise of who's really good at writing here... but I've also just not seen all the really advanced RPs posted around so I probably wouldn't format my RP post like anyone else.

But... I really want to enter this for some reason XD Definitely not a competitive drive... I'm never like that. But... I just wanna have control over a new header >.> I've already made a header for this forum, I think it's pretty unique and simple.... AND I know a colour scheme that would go great with it... ugh, I think

Decisions, decisions.

Yeah, it was probably obvious to all but me but I'm dropping out, not that I was actually really in it anyway. I just have too much on my plate to waste time on something that's not going to be good, you know, I'd rather spend time writing for RPs or working on my other stuff then something that might get some laughs but that overall won't go anywhere. Good luck to the competitors, and I look forward to mentally passing judgment on you all through the RPs you create.

*Ishilar encountered RPer Broken Alleluia*
*RPer Broken Alleluia sends out Goddess RP*
Go, God RP!
*RPer Rust sends out Surprise RP*
*Surprise RP uses Surprise Attack*
It's Super Effective!
Wait wut!?

But you're not even signed up Rust.

Anyway. The last time I had people read mine, it also got many approvals. So there. >=[

I is here to tell of my opinion for Rust's Roleplay. After seeing it, without a doubt, I know it is the most impressive Roleplay I've ever seen, including Alle's. "Million" will triumph all.

Double post. So what? Wanna fight about it?


Please send me your Ammy entries AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. (via PM)

THANKS ALL, LOVE ALL.

I finished mine finally, hope I win!