The setting, as you know from reading the topic description, is going to be in the first movie, thus most of the continent is undergoing a famine. There isn't much to say, really.
Notes:
- Our characters won't be in the same place at the same time, but then no one would have anything to reply to, would they? Be sure to remember where your character is, or at least vaguely, in the vast wastelandish place that is the Mysterious Beyond.
- Be sure to have some character development in this!
- Be active. Often the person you're role-playing with doesn't like to wait six months for a reply.
- Do not be afraid to throw yourself into drastic, dangerous, or else bizarre situations.
- Don't post a single line. Make an effort to describe the surrounding, among other things, so the character your character is hanging around with doesn't, say, fall into a pool of lava in what was supposed to be a dense forest. We all need to know where we are, setting-wise, which relates to my first note.
I guess I'll start the introductory post with my Pachycephalosaurus character, Odottaen. Except in this role-play, this being the past, he will be a young adult. When you write your entry post, it is a good idea to let people know where you're coming from and what situation your character is in. On another note, the Great Earthshake hasn't happened yet, but it will very soon!
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The scaled gray beast felt satisfaction in the surge of his muscles as he slowly made his way across the sparsely-populated plain. Each of his thudding, tired footsteps hit the hard ground like a soft drumbeat, echoing the near-constant thunder in the low clouds above. The need for food tinged every thought. He was hungry, had been for a long time. The air was still and the heat was harsh, yet Odottaen knew he had to maintain the grueling pace if he were to survive. Or, at least, survive a little long during the famine that had struck the land.
Deep within the bone-headed dinosaur's subconscious was the image of someplace far away, a place that smoked and burned and glowed like the embers of a dying fire, and though he had never seen it before, his family had told him about such a place in the only way Pachycephalosaurus knew how - through gestures and grunts, tail thrashings and eye darts. With such limited language and society, the Pachys message had come across broken. Odo only knew that the burning place meant salvation. It was almost a shame he had been cast out from his family, as all other male Pachys were, before he could ask exactly where the smoking place was.
The day was becoming cooler. The late afternoon was transitioning into dusk - a welcomed change. Soon the hard, compact earth would be cold. The bone-head felt the strength in his exhausted legs fail him, and he collasped onto the ground, breathing steadily, his mind a storm of anger and rage. While falling he had caught a glimpse of something, or someone, in the distance. Seeing something meant to charge. To a bone-head, seeing something meant to attack, to ravage. A Pachy's territory was carried with him; everything his eye could see, he owned. It was the law. The hidden law. But Odottaen was too tired to get up and do what his mind demanded. His brilliant, unusual orange eyes were clouded over as if he were blind. He was, in a way.
