Ok, here are some basic rules.
Rule 1: This is a redo of the Sleep and Remember RP. I have already spoken with seven people who are interested in joining. I don't want any more than that. While I do not have the authority to tell additional people they can't join, I do ask that you respect my wishes. I simply can not handle large RPs and I already have all the people I am willing to allow. I explained my reasons in the discussion thread on this RP, which you can view below.
http://z7.invisionfree.com/thegangoffive/i...opic=7637.20 Rule 2. No Godmoding or controlling other characters without permission.
Rule 3. Please try to make each post at least four sentences. I can't stand when someone only posts a couple words.
And that's it for the rules.
Here's the song that inspired the title for this RP. I think it fits nicely.
VIDEO http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmZM2yROKvY Just one more thing. Let's not have everyone characters start out in the same exact place.
IC:
He trudged along behind the rest of the herd, tired and covered with the dreadful, reddish dust that coated the dull, lifeless landscape as far as the eye could see. His brown eyes shifted across the flat landscape, paying attention for the slightest sigh of a predator. This was his duty; to follow behind the rest of the herd and look our for predators that may be stalking them. Snork sighed in a depressed manner and quickened his pace to catch up with the herd. To the teenage parasaurolophus, there seemed to be no point to life. All the herd did was wander about looking for their next meal. Snork had considered running away a few times after hearing rumors of a wonderful place called "The Great Valley" however, he didn't for fear that the place was fictional. He could be lost forever amidst the dead landscape; alone for any predator to snatch.
This rootless lifestyle was a miserable, pathetic excuse of a living. And Snork's father, Darin, was not making things any better. No, his father was actually contributing to the problems. His father *was* the problem. Darin, the herd's leader, had never liked Snork. He wanted a daughter and and was quite upset when the only egg to hatch brought a son instead. After the tragic loss of Snork's mother, his father had been negligent and at times, downright abusive towards his son.
The bellowing of his father brought Snork's thoughts back to the present. He was expecting another wave of insults about what a pathetic lifeform he was. Instead...
The herd's leader barked barked, "We're stopping here. Make sure *they* don't get any of our food! Think you can manage that?"
He pointed to a small herd of iguanodons that were resting near by. Snork snorted angrily once his father was out of earshot. Surely the spikethumbs would not come anywhere near this herd. They generally kept to themselves. Snork's father was a staunch racist. He absolutely loathed anyone who was a different species and loathed members of his own species who fraternized with them even more. Snork couldn't understand it. He couldn't understand why his father hated the rest of the world. The young swimmer sat down on the hard, dry ground and watched the other herd. A young iguanodon, maybe a little younger than himself, was resting in the company of her parents. She seemed to have a kind family who actually cared about her. How Snork wished he could just run away with them. Of course thy would probably never allow it.
Strafe was lying on the rocks with her mother on one side and her father on the other. It had been a long, hard day of travel and everyone was looking forward to a decent night's sleep.
The young iguanodon asked her mother, Tamora, "Mom, are you sure about this Great Valley place? We've been looking for it since I was born and we still haven't found it yet. When will we ever get there?"
Tamora sighed and replied, "Have patience, Strafe. We will get there... eventually. I promise that some day, you will have a nice, safe home with plenty of green food."
She nuzzled her daughter and rested her head on her folded paws. Strafe glanced over to her father who was already asleep and decided that now was the time for rest. They could continue this conversation in the morning. It had just been such a long journey. Strafe was hungry, thirsty, and aching from head to tail. For years, her herd had been searching for the place known as the Great Valley. The young iguanodon was now having doubts that the place even existed. She folded her front feet and rested her head on them, allowing sleep to overtake her.