A SMALL TOWN IN LATE TWENTIETH CENTURY AMERICA…
“HAHAHAHAHA, JERKOFFS!” shouts the leader of the seventh graders. First you look about you, at the dirty corners of the dead end in which you find yourself, and then into the eyes of your companions. Chuck trembles with fear. Joe is already crying. Randy’s cheeks are red with shame. You don't wanna die.
“FIRST YOU’RE GONNA DIE, AND THEN WE’RE GONNA TAKE YOUR DINNER MONEY, DICKWADS!”Chuck wets himself.
The seventh grade gang approach. You fall to the floor and curl into a ball, waiting for the inevitable.
You never see what happens next: you're too terrified to uncurl and watch.
There’s a burst of screaming.
There’s the sound of a punch to the guts.
And the dull crack of a kick to the jaw.
Then there’s the sound of whimpering; the soft sob of… of a seventh grader crying? The hurried footfall of fleeing bullies? It must be a trap: Chuck and the others are dead! They’re surrounding you!
THEY’RE GONNA TEAR YOU APART!
… … … … … ...
A few minutes pass. Suddenly the smell of urine gets stronger and you feel a foot poke your ribs.
“Dude. Dude. Get up man. They’re totally gone, dude!”
“Wh- what? B-“
“Dude. It was an eighth grader, man! He came out of nowhere and… and he knew… he knew…”
“What, man? Come on Chuck, what did he know, buttmunch?”
“Dude, he knew YOGA, man. It was the most terrible but awesomest thing I’ve ever seen!”You notice Randy a few feet from the rest of you. He seems to be vomiting.
“But what’s up with Randy, Chuck? Did the seventh graders get him first?”
“No, man. No. He saw it all. He’s seen things he can never unsee, dude. Those bastards are in hospital now, man! THEY EAT DINNER THROUGH TUBES NOW, DUDE!”… … … … … ...
A couple of hours pass. You get home.
“Mom, can I learn yoga? There’s a class at the community centre Saturday?”
“Yoga? Erm… yeah… sure?”And that is how your quest to master the ancient martial art of yoga begins.
THE FARTHEST JOURNEY
THE CLOSEST TO DEATH
THE BENDIEST MARTIAL ART
THE FATE OF THE GALAXY IS IN THEIR HANDS
SPACETIME YOGAQUEST
This isn't first come first served: I will choose 8 sheets I like, and anyone left over can waitlist. Although honestly if there's more than 8 people interested I've already done pretty well and should just quit there. After that there will be a selection round.
Anyway, as an informal guide, things I like include a good level of spelling and punctuation, cheese, realistic characters aged between approximately 11-12, and waterfalls. Take from that what you will.
Complete a character sheet, using the below as a rough guide, and the below the below as a copy and paste template.
Name: Don’t be silly, please. You’re a late-twentieth century resident of the US.
Colour: PM me a colour. The PM bit is important, which is why I underlined it. Don't include it here. Preferably pick a colour that’s nice and easy for me to type in bb code. And isn’t Lightblue. If it helps, I use the dark thingy forum scheme.
Bio: Why are you learning yoga? This is the the essential question; anything else you want to add to show off your good level of spelling and punctuation or your appreciation of cheese, realistic characters aged between approximately 11-12 and/or waterfalls is a bonus. Perhaps you want to describe the colour of your yogic leotard. Perhaps your favourite subject at school. Perhaps your friendships, or perhaps just your awkward painful embarrassments. Imagine yourself in the place of an oppressed pre-pubescent, dude. Imagine how it was back at school when you were 11 – imagine how life could have been had you been given the chance to access the infinite power of yoga. Imagine if you could have gotten one up on the bigger kids – the cool kids, the popular kids, the ones who were... who were good at sport. Who didn't know what a d20 was. Who didn't turn red if a member of the opposite sex talked at them. Yeah. This is the kind of crossroads in life your character is at.
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