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Writers Guild of Visual Utopia
WGVU

Septim stands before several cameras behind a large desk. Behind him a picture of Spamalot rests on the wooden walls.

"Greetings fellow Visual Utopians, for those who don't know me, I am Prince Waldorfius Septim the third. My friends call me Septim, my foes call me a variety of names that I am not willing to say. The Roleplaying Academy seems oriented towards helping players with joining what I like to call games. By games I mean they have more than one person, but it does not teach you how to write a story. That is where my school and guild will come into play. For those who wish to learn to write gripping million dollar bestsellers, good luck, for those who wish to write semi-decent stories, you're in the right place. I am in need of staff members, as I only teach plot creation and developement, so I ask those who can write with skill to join me. Farewell and goodnight."

The camera switches off and Septim leans back.

Positions

Plot Creation and Developement - Septim

Character Creation -

Grammar -

Spelling -

World Creation -

You probably have to say what position you want to fill ._. *cough* I will think about this and reply tomorrow.....

Few things, one, you never said my name, you said my title, two, this is the
"Writers" guild is it not? Not Roleplayers, so I will be writing, not role playing : )

I would like World Creation.

 A rather stuffy important looking man walks in with a stack of papers and lays them on Septims desk, "I believe I could cover grammar, and I would be open to instructing spelling as well." *hands Septim a paper* "And if you read this I'm sure you would agree that a section on dialect should be included, for sometimes  proper spelling and grammar must be twisted to the appropiate social class and education for characters within stories."

[[and this is the "Roleplaying" forum is it not Duke? So I will roleplay when I damn well please. :D-and role playing is writing, in this situation anyway]]

[[Oh humbugs]]

 Onex gathers his things and shuffles precariously to his room as he leans in various directions trying to look around the assorted books and papers he's holding. He finally made it to his door after almost tripping over some of the books that were hurled through the air by a most unscholarly character that had entered earlier. Successfully avoiding chatastrophe he stepped into his room, a warm inviting space if he had ever seen one, at the far wall was a lit fireplace that cast flickering shadows around the soft but sturdy chairs that stood in front. on his right was a desk, it was equipped with a variety of writing utensils and several stacks of paper in varying thicknesses and textures. Looking on the wall to his left the most impressive part of the room became quickly evident, a floor to ceiling, wall-to-wall bookcase containing every classical peice of literature he had ever known or heard of, there was also a section that held many different dictionaries. Opening a door he found two rooms, a room containing a small but comfortable bed to the left, and to the right a bathroom. Setting down his things on the bed he went back living area and set down in one of the chairs, finding it remarkably comfortable. Taking out his pipe and filling it with some cherry tobacco he recently acquired, he sat staring at the fire wondering what the next day would hold in store for him.

 I think Septim's kinda the headmaster...

"This is not a school, this is a guild with teachers! And so it would be Guildmaster and Deputy Guildmaster...not headmaster..." says Septim while rubbing his eyes.

*Septim gets up and grabs a rather large baseball bat from the wall. He then swings as Bloodlust runs in screaming like a madman, hitting him in the head. Septim then puts the bat back on the wall and sits down.

"As of right now I have not chosen my deputy, whomever wishes to be the deputy guildmaster must write a short story and send it to me via PM, I will be gone tomorrow and will not return until Sunday, so you have plenty of time to write them..." says Septim.

"Of course you may be a member, as long as you have written a semi-decent story!" says Septim as he sits back in his chair, "Alright, I havn't recieved any stories for the Deputy Guildmaster post, so I guess there is no Deputy Guildmaster..."

And so a new world was born.

The New One created new life, new lands, and new oceans.

Watching from above with a caring hand he begins to crave the ways of old.

Denying the temptation He smiles to the joy shared by those below. The happiness..The love...The cherishing..

But.. He started to realize. There was none for him...The Angelic God of Old ultimately recieved...Nothing.

He created them, without him there would be NO life.

They had betrayed him..laughed at him..

He grew bitter as time went on and grew more and more sickened as he watched the disrepect those below shared for him.

He remembered the reason behind his previous actions, it all begins to add up..

And so finally all is destroyed all-over again.

Dead Bodies as far as the eye can see, and entire lakes of blood scattered the globe, and again chaos ruled supreme..

And so the return of the barren blood-smeered wastelands.

Again in his throne, looking out at his lands he once again grew bored..

And so the cycle continued.

Verse IV Creationism, Chapter 8 of the The Holy Evil.

"Good is merely the absence of evil."

"Of course you may Abeille, send a message to Onex so that he may instruct you. And Bloodlust, I wanted stories, not poems..."

Plot Creation and Developement - Septim

Character Creation - Salaracen

Grammar - Onex

Spelling - Onex

World Creation - Arzun

“JASON GET UP OR IM GETTING THE BUCKET!”, my mum barked as she strained to wake me up.

“Well you all remember dear old aunt margarette right?”

lol aint finished an i hav alot of re-writing to do but stil, its a start

hehe wel ive done it anywayz lol.*lets out warcry then jumps out of window*

   Introductory grammar and spelling:

   I will be assuming during this class that you have a general idea of the english language, most of my job will be reading your stories for spelling and grammar errors. By learning what is right and wrong, you will be able to apply it to your writing, seeming exuberantly well mannered and intelligent when necessary, or unwuly, rued, and sumtiems gust plane dumm. So write on aspiring forum go-ers! I will be watching..... 0_0