Post by Herself on May 18, 2017 8:40:27 GMT -6
You'll notice a set of "levels" of literacy on the site. This isn't based on your reading ability. We are sure that you can read. This is a system to briefly explain how much you tend to write per post.
Those who are Semi-Lit tend to post one to three sentences on average. This doesn't mean they are any less of a roleplayers than someone who pumps out 5 paragraphs. These roleplayers like a more face paced and less detail oriented game.
Examples
These people tend to write one to two paragraphs per post. They dabble in a little more detail than the above. Often, their first post is several paragraphs long, but it shrinks down as the story develops.
Example
These writers prefer specific word counts. Often, these words counts are high, composing 4 or more paragraphs. They pain pictures with these many words, often controlling multiple characters of their own in the process to better fill their post.
Examples
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Semi-Lit
Those who are Semi-Lit tend to post one to three sentences on average. This doesn't mean they are any less of a roleplayers than someone who pumps out 5 paragraphs. These roleplayers like a more face paced and less detail oriented game.
Examples
- *looks to the right and left* Which way should we go, Kim?
- Alice looks to her right and left. "Which way should we go, Kim?"
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Literate (Lit)
These people tend to write one to two paragraphs per post. They dabble in a little more detail than the above. Often, their first post is several paragraphs long, but it shrinks down as the story develops.
Example
The duo came to a cross road. This wasn't good. Alice's blue orbs looked to the left. The road went down a dark alleyway. The sight of it made the hairs on her arms stand on end. Gold curls bounced as she flicked her head to look to the right. The path that way was slightly better lit but quickly turned out of sight. There were no street signs and they had no map.
Alice sighed in frustration. She didn't have a clue as to what to do. They had to get to the White Rabbit. Trembling a little as she thought of what might happen if they didn't reach their friend in time, she turned to the redhead behind her. Her voice did well to not betray her fear as she asked, "Which way should we go, Kim?"
Alice sighed in frustration. She didn't have a clue as to what to do. They had to get to the White Rabbit. Trembling a little as she thought of what might happen if they didn't reach their friend in time, she turned to the redhead behind her. Her voice did well to not betray her fear as she asked, "Which way should we go, Kim?"
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Advanced (Adv)
These writers prefer specific word counts. Often, these words counts are high, composing 4 or more paragraphs. They pain pictures with these many words, often controlling multiple characters of their own in the process to better fill their post.
Examples
((pulled from a 1x1 I played for a short time over Discord, probably a poor example but it is what I got))
Ai was ten when she first heard it. It wasn't like the voices of others or her own voice. It was strong and it was rather scary. She remembers the day clearly, though she doesn't remember much of her life before it. She was picking flowers to put on the shrine of her ancestors at her mother's request. This was something she loved to do and was having a wonderful day doing it. The sun was bright in the sky and shown down on the pond. She doesn't remember what made her stop and stare at the reflection of the blessed golden orb there in the water, but on lookers said that she stared at it for hours. That was when she first heard the voice of the Sun.
It spoke to her in a language she couldn't understand. In words that confused her mind. What felt to her was only a brief moment was three hours. It was then that the people of the village knew she had to be tested, that she could be Chosen.
The tests were harsh and cruel to put children through. The only way mortals could tell if a God had chosen one of them was to see if they had any immunities to afflictions that the Gods offered. The first test was to see if Ai could breathe under water. She had been, after all, staring at the water. She nearly drowned. The pantheon had 14 Gods and the last one they tested, because it was so harsh, was the Sun. For two days, they kept her out in the desert with no shade and no clothing. Several children were known to have died from this, especially after being tested for Moon. Ai was lucky to have been Chosen by the Sun, for the sun was particularly ruthless that day. The testers, sitting in the protection of shade, were dehydrated and a little burned. She was untouched.
From that moment on, she had been taught and groomed to be full Chosen. It didn't happen until her 18th birthday. On that day, today in fact, she would join the other living Chosen in the Grand Temple in the Capital. Ai rode in a luxurious carriage to the temple. It pulled up behind another, equally adorned carriage. She counted to ten and then opened the door and exited.
Her dark hair was left long and her face was painted to accentuate amber colored eyes that shown brightly in the sunlight. Flowing robes around her were of the many colors the Sun gifted the world with. Her head was adorned with gold and gems, finery of the Chosen. This was to be her day, a day where they celebrated her before she was forgotten as the girl Ai and seen only as the Sun in living form. It would also be the day where she would hear the Sun's voice clearly and understand.
She heard the carriage next to her open and turned her head to see who it was.
Ai was ten when she first heard it. It wasn't like the voices of others or her own voice. It was strong and it was rather scary. She remembers the day clearly, though she doesn't remember much of her life before it. She was picking flowers to put on the shrine of her ancestors at her mother's request. This was something she loved to do and was having a wonderful day doing it. The sun was bright in the sky and shown down on the pond. She doesn't remember what made her stop and stare at the reflection of the blessed golden orb there in the water, but on lookers said that she stared at it for hours. That was when she first heard the voice of the Sun.
It spoke to her in a language she couldn't understand. In words that confused her mind. What felt to her was only a brief moment was three hours. It was then that the people of the village knew she had to be tested, that she could be Chosen.
The tests were harsh and cruel to put children through. The only way mortals could tell if a God had chosen one of them was to see if they had any immunities to afflictions that the Gods offered. The first test was to see if Ai could breathe under water. She had been, after all, staring at the water. She nearly drowned. The pantheon had 14 Gods and the last one they tested, because it was so harsh, was the Sun. For two days, they kept her out in the desert with no shade and no clothing. Several children were known to have died from this, especially after being tested for Moon. Ai was lucky to have been Chosen by the Sun, for the sun was particularly ruthless that day. The testers, sitting in the protection of shade, were dehydrated and a little burned. She was untouched.
From that moment on, she had been taught and groomed to be full Chosen. It didn't happen until her 18th birthday. On that day, today in fact, she would join the other living Chosen in the Grand Temple in the Capital. Ai rode in a luxurious carriage to the temple. It pulled up behind another, equally adorned carriage. She counted to ten and then opened the door and exited.
Her dark hair was left long and her face was painted to accentuate amber colored eyes that shown brightly in the sunlight. Flowing robes around her were of the many colors the Sun gifted the world with. Her head was adorned with gold and gems, finery of the Chosen. This was to be her day, a day where they celebrated her before she was forgotten as the girl Ai and seen only as the Sun in living form. It would also be the day where she would hear the Sun's voice clearly and understand.
She heard the carriage next to her open and turned her head to see who it was.
