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Title: 'BROKEN


lubi - October 5, 2007 03:02 AM (GMT)
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BREAK ME DOWN
replace this fear inside.
take this nothingness from me.
I want to fight.


    Oh how predictable. How cliché. How done. How over. High school role-playing.
    Lots of rich kids. Lots of sex. Lots of drugs. Lots of beautiful people.
    So what makes this role play different?

    Well, honestly ... nothing. That's what makes it awesome.


A long day alone
Emptiness is so real
Never having peace of mind
Running from what I can't sing
And there is nowhere left to hide
Turn and face these empty lies
All alone, heart unturned
Trying to find.


    We want you to make the most clichéd character possible.
    We want the rich bitch, the naive beauty, the bisexual boy, the drug-dealing prep.
    We want the most impossible, unrealistic, on-the-verge-of-being-Mary-Sue characters ever.
    Because, well hell, let's admit it. All these assiholic bitchings about canons and rules and plots
    have basically made role-playing unbelievably boring.


Break me down replace this fear inside
Take this nothingness from me
I want to fight
I want to shine
I want to rise
Break me down.


    So what's the point?
    The point is to take back role-playing. To make it fun again.
    We want a site that doesn't die after five minutes.
    We want a site that allows the most ridiculous plots ever,
    deaths and pregnancies and murders and randomness.
    Because really, role-playing is about controlled creativity,
    about making yourself a better writer in an environment of honest fucking fun.

    So, welcome to ` BROKEN. That's what we are. We are the cliché. And we love it.


I try to find myself
I find the stranger trapped inside
And I'll take one more step away
From the face I used to recognize
Familiar shadows closing in
Suffocating fear descends
You killed a life, uncovered eyes.


    Now, on to the real plot ...

    September, 2oo7, Glens Falls, New York. A tiny little town, suffuse with its own snobbery.
    For those in charge of the world have flooded this town,
    literally soaked it down with their own brand of attention.
    And why, you may ask? Well, it's simple, really.
    They needed a dumping ground for their coughcough "unruly" children.

    These are the children that have been kicked out of every other private school in the country, in the world,
    the ones that have become too drunk, too drug-addicted, or too generally disorderly to manage.
    The ones whose true stories aren't fit to tell while their parents are sipping dry cocktails
    and laughing in an appropriately modulated tone.

    And yet, one can't simply misplace, ignore, or abuse their beautiful, perfect child.
    Unthinkable! So what is one to do?


I'm trying to find
Break me down replace this fear inside
Take this nothingness from me
I want to fight
I want to shine
I want to rise
Break me down.


    Easy. Send them off to the Falls Academy,
    a beautiful, well-managed school for the wealthy, if troubled, youth of the world.
    There they will enjoy a top-notch education, where they're only required to attend two out of eight daily classes,
    at a school where the diplomas are printed at the same time their enrollments are processed;
    Falls Academy, where graduation is assured and any sign of scandal quietly hushed.
    Delightful place.

    The teachers are Ivy-league graduates who have, for one reason or another,
    coughcough "lost" their positions at former prestigious academies.
    For some, this means their own addictions -- sex, drugs, alcohol --
    and for others, this means being wrongly accused;
    but, honestly, there has to be a little kernel of truth in every accusation, doesn't there?


Replace this fear inside
Take this nothingness from me
I want to fight
I want to shine
I want to rise
Break me down.


    And so, in return for their jobs, the staff of Falls Academy quietly overlook,
    or even participate in, their students debauchery.
    Of course, the students in turn must learn discretion as well as how to imbibe a fifth without wincing;
    it's only natural, for their journey into the world of their parents is soon to come,
    and they will need the life skills of functional addiction in order to manage their millions.

    Oh these poor, pretty students, with their unlimited bank accounts and their hostile smiles.
    Their substance abuse and sexual deviance.
    They are just so pitiable, so sad, so small, so pathetic ...
    so ` BROKEN.


Break me down
I want to fight
I want to shine
I want to rise
Break me down
Break me!


    Join us, if you will, at this site for the newly liberated role-player,
    where the plots are only as limited as your mind,
    and the post count only as high as you are able.
    We'd love to have you, but honestly, we're just in it for the fun.
    If you don't join, it's not like we're going to be ` BROKEN up about it.


with love <3 erin & lubi






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