Legendary Emerald

I agree with the vast majority of what you had to say. You even brought up a few points I hadn't thought of before. You've got a good critical eye, and you know how to get your point across. I'm actually trying to start a MLP fanfiction bookclub/podcast at the moment. The thread is here. I'd appreciate it if you'd check it out, and if it seems like something you'd be interested in, you could apply for a host position.

Skype will most likely be the program of choice, but depending on if the show makes its way to any of the fandom radio stations, different software may be used. There should be no need for hosts to purchase new software for the program, though.

Do you enjoy fanfiction? Do you annoy all your uninterested friends by going on and on about the latest update to your favorite Grimdark Adventure Shipfic starring Twilight Sparkle and Tom the Rock? Wouldn't you rather talk with some people who care about the same things you do? Let me tell you about a quirkly little book club/podcast I'm putting together... “The Canterlot Library Book Club” (name pending) is a once a week get-together for fanfiction lovers to discuss the material they love so much. Each week, a member of the podcast will be given the opportunity to choose the fanfiction that all members (and listeners) are expected to read before the next online get-together. When the meetings start, we discuss what we've read, give our opinions, and generally discuss the contents of that fanfiction. If possible, after we've said our pieces, the author him/herself might even join in to give us their own two-cents, and be open to questions we might have. The meeting ends with the decision made for what will be covered at next week's meeting, and the cycle continues. How can you join this club? Well, all you'd need to do is tune in to the podcast and read along with the hosts. But if you're interested in becoming a host, now is the time to let it be known, because positions are limited. Too many cooks spoil the pot, after all. The following are the requirements for anyone interested in joining the podcast: You must have a genuine love for fanfiction, and generally have “good” taste. You must be open to reading all genres of fanfiction, and are not put off by sometimes mature content. This may include violence, swearing, and homosexual relationships. No fanfiction for pure titillation’s sake, “clop”, will be read in the book club, though. You must be able to meet online for the recording of the book club meeting for one hour or more, once a week. You must be able to discuss your opinions in an intelligible way, and get along with others even when you don't agree with them. Along with this, a passable microphone is necessary for your words to be heard. You must be able to read a fanfiction each week, which will vary in length from short to very long, depending on the week's selection. *In the event that the podcast is broadcast live while it is being recorded, you would need to be able to be present each week at the same time. This matter is still up in the air though, and I'd prefer it the podcast to be recorded in advance of being aired, if it is aired in any capacity other than a download link.* Still interested? Great! Please respond in this thread with your reasons for why you want to become a host and why you should be accepted. Also include a link and short, spoiler free summary of 1 fanfiction which you love dearly, or is your all time favorite. But don't go into too much detail; if you become a host, you'll be able to discuss it on the show. The cast thus far (this is not set in stone) includes... Legendary Emerald (aka Serah Anastos, aka myself) Questio (Pending) ??? ??? Also, depending on the amount of feedback this thread receives, and the quality of submissions, the cast limit might be made higher to allow more hosts.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Hello, Legendary Emerald here. I've been asked to give you all a warning based on some of your posts. Some players have broken a few of the rules, and it is important to tell you all now before it can become a bigger problem. First, please pre-read your posts. Perfection isn't called for in this RP, but a certain level of quality is expected. If Skyman or I notice your spelling and writing getting lazy, you will be warned, and if it continues, you will be removed from the RP. Second, speaking Out of Character in the non-OOC thread is strictly prohibited. This is a forum-wide rule, and is a reportable offense. All OOC text must be kept to this thread, and no exceptions will be made. Lastly, a reminder/clarification of the player's ability to effect the storyline. As a player, you are obviously free to have your character make any decisions they want. And you are also free to spawn minor (one or two heartless) enemy encounters, as well as interact with unimportant NPCs which you write into existence. However, actions such as those are suited more for gameplay downtime, when a character is by him/herself or there is a considerable lull in the plot. For example, if everyone is enjoying lunch and sharing information about themselves, it'd be a distraction to spawn a heartless in the picnic basket. It is also unnecessary to create openings for other players to come in. Do NOT write (for example) “someone bumped into a glass of water” with the intent of another player character being that “someone”. You are not allowed to control other character's actions, and other players can decide where they want their characters to be. That is all.

“Ooh, when are they going to get back?” Yuffie whined, pacing the floor of the apartment. The hideout was decorated like the inside of a toy chest, with dark green walls and beige carpeting. Rich red curtains were drawn over the windows, and a mahogony door with the number 2 emblazoned on it in gold font was held shut by a complex system of locks. A large bed with a curious designs on the cover sheet dominated the southern side of the room, while a green grandfather clock stood across from it. “I don't know. I hope that man remembers to bring some potions back with him like I asked. If I have to keep healing so many people, I might not have the energy to cook our meals.” the older woman responded. “What? No way! If that man comes back here empty handed then I'm gonna-!” Yuffie almost bit her tongue as the young man she'd brought in stirred from his place on the bed. “Hey, he's waking up!” "Hi, welcome to the land of the living!" Yuffie greeted him enthusiastically. "I'm your tour guide, Yuffie, and with me is my lovely assistant, Aerith! You can thank her for the healing magic, by the way."

@LeJAKoJAK I just want to call attention to your latest post, and make something clear to both you and the other players. The post in question - http://mlpforums.com/topic/58012-kingdom-hearts-alt-mix/page-2#entry1427234 In this post, you have your character speak to almost every person present, asking for names, directions, and what not. But by doing this all in one post, you are not giving any other character a chance to respond. This is a "time-bending" trap which other players are going to fall into unless I clarify this RP rule right now. No one can interrupt your character's actions in a post you have written. So if you write your character as speaking to many people in turn, other players cannot re-write history (ie: your post) to include their character's responses. To make this clear, I will provide a segment of your post as if it were your entire post, and then some fake responses that are examples of what is not allowed Post 1 - Allan: Hey dude, I don't think I ever caught your name," he points at Akari, "I don't think I caught your name," Allan finally points at Marcon, "And I sure as heck didn't catch your name. However, we can finish introductions later." He jerks his thumb over his shoulder in the direction that the mysterious woman jumped off to. "I think we should go and find the magical Zippo lighter first. We can learn more about the monster situation. " He scratches the back of his head. "My problem is that I don't really know where district three is," Allan directs his attention back to Sam, "And you know a way there. Would you mind leading us the way?" Post 2 - Akari: blah blah blah Someone asked her for a name. "My name is Akari." After receiving an answer, Allan directed a question towards Marcon. (THIS IS NOT ALLOWED, because it contradicts LeJAK/Allan's first post) Post 3 - Allan: He heard her name. "Ah, Akari. What a name." blah blah blah... (THIS IS NOT ALLOWED, because Allan is responding to Akari as if Akari was the last person he'd spoken to) Post 4 - Marcon: blah blah blah The question was directed at Marcon. "Me? The name is Marcon." Allan then turned his attention back to sam and asked if there was a way out. (THIS IS NOT ALLOWED, for the same reason as post 2) Post 5 - Sam: "Sure, I know the way. It's just past Disney Land on the left side of Applecore street. Can't miss it. (THIS IS ALLOWED, because Sam was the last person spoken to in LeJAK/Allan's first post. Post 6 - Akari: Sam answered Allan's question. Akari turned her attention to Allan. "Hey, that was rude of you to ask my name and then not wait for an answer. It's Akari, by the way." (THIS IS ALLOWED, because Akari is not contradicting what was written in LeJAK/Allan's first post, and mentions how she was given no natural window to answer.) /examples

NOTICE I have received permission and made my post. Proceed as usual. Nothing so devious as Key Gear. XD I'm just trying to keep things interesting, is all. And please, call me Legendary Emerald. My current username and avatar is this way to make things more clear in the RP which player-character I'm controlling. Whenever I decide to have her show up again, that is.

Yuffie Kisaragi crouched on a high rooftop, her body concealed in a sheet that was as dark as the permanent night sky over Traverse Town. Down below, five men and women of varying ages waged war against a small platoon of Shadows. “Not good. I haven't seen this many heartless in one area in a while, even if it is just the little ones.” Yuffie chewed on her thumb. “I should help them, right? That's the sort of thing a ninja does in this kind of situation, I think.” There was a flash of light as one of the Shadows was destroyed by one of the combatants. Yuffie's eyes fixed on the weapon the person was using, and a smile played across her lips. “Aaactually, I think they've got this one in the bag. But I still need to tell Cid and the others about this.” Yuffie said with a nod. She stood up, holding her sheet against her chest as her leg muscles tensed before releasing her into the air. And then the air suddenly changed, causing her to fall flat on her face. “Owww! What was that all of a sudden?!” Yuffie shouted before freezing up and shushing herself. She crawled back to the edge of the roof and saw that the number of heartless had been reduced dramatically, but at the expense of one of the humans; a young man fell to his knees, keyblade disappearing from his grasp before he hit the ground. “Uhg, looks like I'm not going to be making my escape alone.” Yuffie grumped. She stuck a finger in her mouth before holding it up to the air. She nodded her head. “Okay, take two!” Yuffie lept off the top of the building and landed with cat-like reflexes on the street below. She scooped up the fallen young man with strength that belied her small frame and was in the air again before the remaining heartless had time to notice her presence. Bouncing from wall to wall in a perfectly performed triangle jump, Yuffie lighted atop her favored rooftop, now one body heavier than she'd been before. The young ninja stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled. “Hey! I'm taking this guy over to District 3! Feel free to drop by once you're done with the street cleaning!” Without pausing for an answer, Yuffie darted off across the rooftop and away from the scene of the battle. --- Yuffie adjusted the weight in her arms so she could reach her hand to the door. She rapped against the door with her knuckles 9 times with practiced timing, and was rewarded by the sound of a deadbolt being removed and a doorknob unlocking. The door swung inward soon after, and Yuffie stepped through the portal. “Welcome back Yuffie.” an older woman with a motherly sort of voice greeted the returning ninja. She laid her eyes on the catch Yuffie had brought in with her. “My my, another one?”

NOTICE Hey, I've sent a message to RollPlay asking his permission to have something happen with his character. Until I get a response, I ask that you do not have your characters interact with his character's unconscious body. Feel free to post anything else, though.

Sorry I've been absent since this RP started. As soon as I got home from college, my computer decided to konk out on me. Still having issues, but its relatively stable for now. Unfortunately, my father also has to be using up the internet connection with netflix right now, meaning even just browsing this forum takes a fricking age. I'm going to try to read through what has gone on in the game thread, and then draft a post if I'm able to.

AND THE EMMY GOES TO CRANIUM TYRANUS! Sorry, DiCaprio; maybe next year. We don't currently have any plans for them, but that doesn't mean they couldn't become part of the RP. If you have any ideas for their use, I'd suggest private messaging Skyman, since he knows more about the KH universe than I do.

*Points to his current username* Yup, the RP has started. www.mlpforums.com/topic/58012-kingdom-hearts-alt-mix It's taken a while to get set up, but "Kingdom Hearts: Alt Mix" is now up and available for all to read and post in. Just be sure to freshen up on the rules beforehand, and make sure your writing is free of most spelling, grammar, punctuation, and capitalization mistakes. If such mistakes become common, it may be grounds for permanent removal from the RP. We will warn you before we decide to take such measures, though. One more thing: do not feel obligated to match Skyman and I's opening post length. Write exactly as much as you need to get across your actions, thoughts, and dialogue (without dipping below the length limit set in the rules, of course). The only reason Skyman and I's posts are so long is because we're charged with setting the stage for the RP, and also because my character's bio page never included information on how her world actually got consumed. You don't need to restate everything that is in your character's bio page already, so please don't be redundant in that regard. Bringing up something from the RP thread: This is a good post, but in the future, please refrain from taking control of/writing dialogue for named NPC characters. It's Skyman and I's job to control their dialogues and actions, and we have plans for Cid and other Traverse Town residents. However, if you just want to have your character talk to a simple made-up townsperson, that's fine. I'm going to ask Skyman add this to the list of rules, so that this confusion won't come to pass again. Anyways, because its so early on in the game, and not much was done with Cid, Kyoshiro's post can remain as-is. However, all future actions and dialogue for Cid will be handled by Skyman, if you choose to have your characters interact with that NPC.

As Serah celebrated the night of her 20th birthday in solitude, the world looked a lot darker than it had been before. What started a dream was becoming a nightmare all too fast. Worst of all, even in this hell that surrounded her, Serah could find no home of her own. --- Prologue Serah woke up in the morning under the shade of a tree, head harboring a nasty hangover and dark spots clouding her vision. She groaned and blinked her eyes rapidly. The spots didn't disappear; if anything, they grew larger. She noticed with some distress that the shapes weren't purely black. On what might have been considered the “head” of the black bodies, beady yellow eyes stared at her with animal-like interest. “What the hell did I drink last night?” Serah though, picking up and examining the label of a nearly empty bottle. The creatures, whether real or imagined, hadn't approached her. Ten of the short, black, vaguely humanoid creatures surrounded her and spoke with one another. At least, Serah assumed that the strange, bubbling, burbling noises were coming from them. None of them seemed to have mouths, or any distinguishing features other than their eyes, antenna, and sharp claws. One of the creatures finally broke free from the pack, creeping forward with timid steps that seemed to carry the creatures farther and faster than should have been possible. Serah's grip on the bottle neck tightened. The dark being was nearly upon her, and she began to smell its essence. It smelled of nothing. Of void. The absence of smell overpowered her, and any doubts she had as to the existence of the creature left her mind. But there was no time to question what they were. The creature slowly pointed a sharp digit towards her chest, where her heart rest. The monster cocked its head to the side, almost curiously. “You want it?” Serah asked under her breath The creature rolled its head over to the opposite shoulder and burbled something. “Then come and get it!” The bottle crashed between the two antenna, dealing a solid blow to the beast's head. The head of the shadow-form caved inward with the blow, like clay that was not yet fully hardened. The bottle didn't break, and was left lodged into the thing's scalp until the moment when the essence of the creature simply fell apart in a sprinkle of black-purple motes that soon disappeared into nothingness. The other black shapes bubbled to one another in a higher frequency than before, seemingly confused by Serah's violent outburst. “... Give you something to talk about...” Serah muttered, getting to her feet and using the trunk of the tree to support herself. She pulled her right arm back, clenching her fist as it was suddenly engulfed in flames. The creatures took notice, and several took steps away from the sudden source of heat. Serah smirked and thrust her fist forward. A moderately sized fireball scorched through the air at the monster, singing the grass as it passed above. The shadow-forms dove out of the way, either by jumping or receding into the ground and into inky black puddle. Two weren't fast enough, and were consumed by the gout of flame. One simply disappeared upon contact, while the other was left to writhe on the ground with one half of its body missing and the other half rapidly turning to charcoal even as it burbled in terror. The heartless spread themselves out across the field, and the ones who'd hid in the ground tentatively peeked out to gaze upon their foe. Serah found herself smiling. “You burn well.” she taunted, wobbling unsteadily. The shadows charged at her. --- Serah sat underneath the shade of the tree, or what little it could still provide. Sadly, the leaves had caught aflame during the onslaught and had burnt up in a matter of moments, though the synthetic bark remained untouched aside from slightly darkened branches. Serah was not as lucky. Numerous bleeding cuts adorned her arms and legs. The creatures had been awfully fond of latching onto her arms, little clawed hands leaving red pock-marks across her skin as they tried to get at her chest. The less daring beasts had felt content to scratch at her legs, tearing through her jeans and leaving long diagonal lines across her calves. Each one Serah sent back into the nothingness, whether through a display of pyrotechnics or the application blunt physical trauma. Only one blow had touched her face, and it hadn't come from one of the small creatures. Reinforcement had been quick to arrive. A few tiny piles of armor littered the ground around Serah, which hadn't disappeared along with the shadows that had worn them into battle. The metal had been resilient, and had it covered her lankier foe's bodies entirely, she may not have survived the onslaught. “Bleeding. Need...” Serah mumbled to herself, patting the ground where her bag was supposed to be. Her grasping palm reached nothing but grass. “City, supplies.” A fighter jet soared overhead in the direction of MaineFrame. Serah watched dully as it disappeared over the tree line. Only moments later, she heard the sound of an explosion and felt the ground shake. “City, not safe.” she laid the back of her head against the tree and closed her eyes. “Shit.” Serah lay there for several minutes, the roar of a city-wide battle raging almost a mile away serving as her lullaby as she began to drift into unconsciousness. The sudden thud of approaching footsteps postponed her trip into the realm of the dreamers. Serah opened her eyes and, for the second time that day, found herself staring at a dark monstrosity. This was the biggest one yet, clad nearly head to toe in thick armor plates, and wielding a shield to boot. No yellow eyes gleamed out at Serah from beneath the iron hood, but the animate hell-hound on the thing's shield regarded her with interest. There was crushing, tinkling sound as the enormous soldier's boot came down on something made of glass. It lifted it leg and inspected the broken shards with it's shield, the dog head sniffing at the bitter smelling liquid that puddled around it. “Hey...” Serah spoke as she struggled to her feat. She wearily adopted her usual combat stance and stared down the monster. “I wasn't done with that.” The hound chuckled, a deep, throaty sound completely dissimilar from the bubblings of the small minions she had defeated before. The air around Serah's hands simmered as she summoned the last of her internal heat. The soldier didn't move to defend itself, and instead turned its back to her, looking off into the distance. Serah followed its gaze, or at least where its gaze would have been if it'd had a proper cranium, but didn't see anything. But then a dull roar slowly reached her ears, and the sky darkened. The trees bent back as if blown by a strong wind, but Serah felt nothing against her body. She couldn't even feel the ground beneath her feet. Serah's senses suddenly and violently failed her as she tumbled through the park, rolling across the sky and splashing in the dirt. Her lungs no longer took in oxygen, her vision went dark, and she produced no noise as she screamed in terror. The only sensation proving that she still had life within her was the beating of her heart, and even that was threatening to leave her, to burst out from her chest and leave her as nothing. She held onto her heart with all her remaining strength, hoping against hope that its next beat wouldn't be the last . She cradled her heart in her mind until her mind could no longer function, until her last fragment of awareness was whisked away... --- As Serah celebrated the morning after her 20th birthday, the world looked a lot darker than it had been before. What started a dream had becoming a nightmare all too fast. Worst of all, even in the hell that surrounded her, Serah found no home of her own.

Probably because I'm just so used to rejecting potential girlfriends. Because if anyone knows me, they know that my binders full of women are positively overflowing. I have to push the babes away with a broom stick just to get any time for writing my Friendship is Magic fanfiction. Yup, life is hard for a stud. I don't know how to properly end this joke, so here's a picture of magicarp.

Accepted. ... Hey, it feels good to be able to say that for once instead of writing a rejection letter!

Thank you for showing interest in our role play game. Unfortunately, your character does not suite the needs of this RP at this time. Your character has some swanky glasses going for him, but not too much else that we can see. Your writing is far below the par we have set for this RP. Even if it were written more legibly, your character lacks a Kingdom Hearts specific backstory, which is a requirement listed in the first post of this thread. You will have one more opportunity to submit your character sheet after making changes to it, if you wish. But if you choose to, be aware that you must follow the rules of writing as closely as you are able. We aren't looking for perfection, but you will need to demonstrate knowledge of proper sentence structure, have a moderate to high grasp of grammar, and utilize correct capitalization. Ah, Greece! The character I am role-playing as in this RP is from a fictional city named "Greeceland", but in her original, non-Kingdom Hearts bio, she was from Greece. As for your questions, 1. Skyman, my co-host in this RP, chose to use MLP Forums as the host forum for this RP because all of the players who we knew were already interested in our RP concept already have an account here. We both have extensive knowledge of how to use this forum, so it was easier for us to bring our idea here than to create or find a new forum and learn a new set of rules. Equestrian ponies were never planned to be involved in this story; Skyman and I just forgot to include that statement in the thread's opening post. 2. I'm afraid I don't have any specific writing tips. If you are already writing fanfictions, I encourage you to keep doing that. In addition, if you want to write in English, it is important to read a lot of English. Don't just read fanfiction though, read actual novels and short stories that have been published by high rated authors. Fanfiction can be wonderful, but can also teach you a lot of bad techniques. If you have the option, there are classes on the subject of writing you could probably take too. Creative writing classes and screen writing classes did wonders for me. Writing is difficult, and its even harder when you are still becoming familiar with the language. It's not impossible to learn though, and I've seen at least one member of this forum improve by leaps and bounds since the first RP game I played with him in. So no need to feel sad. One day you will be at the advanced level, as long as you work towards it.