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Game Discussion / Re: False Member Rage
« on: September 05, 2014, 07:50:57 am »
I know it can be frustrating, especially when you've put the time in with advertising and what not.
A good way to hold onto your members I think would be to win them over. You have to engage with them rather than just appearing to be another robotic alpha recruiting for his or her pack. Have some fun conversations and make it feel like a community rather than a group of RPers.

When I visit one of my friends in The Benevolent Wolf Pack, I always find that most of them are having fun conversations and they all know each other and it certainly feels more like a community than a group to me. Not that I'm saying you haven't already given this a shot, but it's just what I think would work. :D

Good luck with your pack.

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Stories / Re: Socks the Roadkill Dog [Comic] Completely fat free!
« on: September 05, 2014, 07:41:11 am »
Thanks for voting and for your nice comment! ^^

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Stories / Re: The Ebon Circle (FeralHeart) Creepy Pasta!
« on: September 04, 2014, 03:55:43 am »
Wow, this is a really interesting story. I'm actually quite sick of CPs on the Forum, but I actually really enjoyed reading this one. I applaud you.. *Applauds* 8I

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Stories / Re: Socks the Roadkill Dog [Comic] Completely fat free!
« on: September 04, 2014, 03:40:09 am »
Thank you so much" :'D That's really flattering and I'm glad you like Socks!
I was trying to create a simple character that people would fall for. I certainly love him anyway. <3
I really appreciate your vote too, I wasn't sure whether anyone would vote or not. 8I

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Stories / Socks the Roadkill Dog [Comic] 100% 0 CALORIES [Chapter 2- UPDATE]
« on: September 04, 2014, 03:21:34 am »
Socks the Roadkill Dog

A message from Passeh: Hello everyone! Since the entirety of the Stories thread has been completely overrun with Creepypastas, I decided to put my mind to work and sprout into existence something completely original... Since I couldn't think of anything I just made a comic-type thing instead. :I

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How's this going to work?: I'm glad you asked! This is going to be a story that will be made in order to suit your decisions! Oh yes, it's another one of those decision-making comics. After each 'chapter' I am going to include four different options, you may select ONLY ONE per chapter. You choose one by posting a comment with the following: I WANT SOCKS TO [and then insert your selected option here]. After a week or so, I will count up the votes... Or whatever, and see which attained the most. Then I shall produce a new chapter based on the option with the most votes, got it?

Also, as this is a comic, there is going to be lots of images included.... So I'd think an [IMAGE HEAVY] warning is appropriate.








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CHAPTER 1

This is Socks, he was killed in a road traffic accident two years ago. You may be wondering how he's roaming the Earth today if he's dead. Well that is a very good question! Firstly, he's not roaming the Earth... At the minute he's floating around the bleak oblivion. See? And how is he alive? I don't have an answer to that, sorry. Let's just assume that he's some kind of mystical, magical mutt. Yes, that must be it.

Awww... Cute little fella ain't he?




For the remainder of this story I am going to leave you in complete control of what you put Socks through. Whether it be surfing in a volcano to flying to the moon, his life is now in your hands. I hope you treat him well...

Looks kinda bored, doesn't he? Tell you what, whilst you're making up your mind... Or at least, selecting one of the options below the chapter, I'll keep him occupied for you. I'll give him a bone!




There, now isn't that better? Look how happy he is. It's kind of a shame how he has nothing but this nothingness to hang about in. I'll just do one last thing for the little dog and then I promise, he's yours. OnO

Let's see, where should I plonk him? Hmmm... I was thinking some kind of city. New York perhaps? Yeah, New York sounds good. *Magical finger wiggling*




Awww, I forgot to zap his bone down there too. Oh well, I did promise that I wouldn't do anything else. Okay, you lot can have your fun now. I'll post the options below and you can choose. -.-




I WANT SOCKS TO... (Options for Chapter 2)

Good Options:
-Go and meet his friend Angie
-Find something to eat in a bin

Bad Options:
-Get hit by a car.... Again
-Get chased by a larger dog

VOTING CLOSED

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CHAPTER 2

Oh, so you decided to send Socks to his good ol' lady friend Angie aye? Well good for you, and very good for Socks considering the other options. Anyway! I shall now slip into my role as narrator.

Awww doesn't he look eager? See how happy you made him. <3

Socks trots happily towards the dog park despite never having explored this city before. All dogs must have built-in dog park detectors, am I right? And for the sake of the plot, his good friend Angie happens to live in this city (how convenient).




Op! Despite choosing the good option, Socks has still managed to get himself tackled by a larger dog. Uh-oh!
It's not uncommon to come across strays late at night in the dog park, but they're not usually quite so aggressive.
(Cue bad hand writing).




Oh, now here's a lovely young dame. Her name is Angie. She was quite close to Socks before his little incident with public transportation. Op! Looks like she recognizes him! (Yay!)




Yes! Why is it always women that come to the rescue? DIHEHA, I'm kidding guys...

Well, looks like I've another stray to introduce you to. That handsome guy on the left is Rusty; he's not great with manners, in case you haven't already noticed.

Hmm, looks like they're all getting on fine now. What antics would you like Socks, Angie and Rusty to get up to next? Heh, let's keep it PG okay? There might be kiddy-winkles reading!




I WANT SOCKS TO... (Options for Chapter 3)

Good Options:
-Make friends with Rusty


Bad Options:
-Become enemies with Rusty


VOTING OPEN

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CHAPTER 3 [Under Construction]








Thanks a lot for taking the time to read/look at this. 8) If you haven't already please read the information on how to vote for a decision at the top of the thread. That is, if you're planning on voting.

I am unable to guarantee any kind of deadline for when the next panel will be uploaded, sorry. ;-;

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Art Gallery / Re: ~Sheni's Art -Updated-/6/6/2014 -Added Baltowolflover and Snarf-
« on: June 06, 2014, 04:50:12 pm »
Your art is so slick and neat. I love it!
Keep artsing my friend.

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Stories / Re: The Very Last Grey Wolf in Existance
« on: June 06, 2014, 04:45:16 pm »
Awwww, thank you. <3

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Stories / The Very Last Grey Wolf in Existance
« on: May 04, 2014, 02:10:45 am »
The Very Last Grey Wolf in Existance


"Ladies and gentlemen, I would appreciate it if you diverted all attention towards myself! For I am about to offer to all you specters, the most astounding discovery known to this current day. I have here with me, a sealed, alloy barrel filled with liquid nitrogen; the temperature inside is -196 degrees Celsius. It is so cold inside, that if I were to stick my finger in there, it would snap right off. As you can see, it's a fairly large barrel, that's because it's not just home to liquid nitrogen. Ladies and gentle, within this barrel is something guaranteed to leave you all in a state of bewilderment. Ladies and gentlemen, what I am about to show you, is a creature that the human race has not played witness to for decades! Within this container is a creature of which used to dominate North America. There was thousands of them running about. Ladies and gentlemen, I am about to show you.... The very last Grey Wolf in existence!"

The audience "Ooh"'d and "Ahh"'d with amazement and they lifted themselves from their seats and they clapped their palms together. Palms of which were sweaty with anticipation. They leaned forwards ever so slightly as if to establish further the situation at hand, or perhaps with excitement. The scientist who stood on the stage lifted free the cap of the metal container, a stream of smoke unfurled from the can and poured across the stage. He reached a metal device into the contained and....

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I was sleeping, normal enough? But it felt almost as if I'd been asleep for many years. It was a cold sleep too, as cold as death in fact. None the less I was reluctant to awaken. My heavy eyes cracked open, and it took me moment to establish where I was. There was a flood load of people surrounding me, cheering and shouting until my eardrums burst. I wanted to run but my entire body was numb. It was hard to make any sense of what was going on. I absolutely hate man and their dastardly schemes; all the more reason to get away when possible. My visage shifted slowly about the place. There were fire exits dotted about here and there, easy escapes. If only my damned body could move a death defying inch.
















Hello! It's been a while since I've wrote a story before and it's 3am and I've nothing better to do. So, I thought why not?
If I find that people enjoy the story then perhaps I'll continue on with it or produce some images and a better title. XD
For now, I'll just leave this here and see how you all respond to it!
Thank you for reading!
-Passeh

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Species / Re: Clones of the Cave
« on: May 04, 2014, 01:28:15 am »
Wow, this species reminds me of a story I wrote back in the day.
It revives a few memories. <3

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Introduction / The Evolution of Passeh
« on: March 01, 2014, 09:27:05 pm »
Indeed so, I have been playing FeralHeart for a good number of years now; because of which, I have failed to yet come to terms with the mature, more adult-like version of myself. You see, when I started playing FH I did make GOOD use of the forum and used it on frequent occasion yet I dare to admit that I was exceedingly childish. This certainly reflected onto my posts. I took a look back on my previous- heh "work" here on the forum and could only do as much as cringe. So I come to introduce myself a second time to you all in hope of... 'redemption', if you will. More to the point, I've not actually used the forum for a while and am going to make an attempt to establish it once again!

-:-The Evolution of Passeh-:-
(Extract taken from DeviantArt journal)
"Who is Passeh you may ask? I'd say Passeh is a psychotic, villenous more exaggerated representation of myself. A small 'monster' within my physical being that may only be expressed through the power of Role Play! Yes, I Role Play and I love it. LOVE IT. More so that I can be whatever and whoever I want- I could be, a robotic monkey who only speaks when he's riding a Llama! I could be, a toeless winged pig who desires to one day take over the world! Heck, I'm not quite so dramatic. Passeh emerged into my head a while ago when I create an account on a 3D multiplayer game known as 'FeralHeart'; my user name was 'Password'. People started knowing me as Passers, Passy but more often than not 'Passeh'. The name stuck from there on, I started creating my OC around the name and started producing ref sheets. The WHOLE fashizzle! Ahem, yes anyway.... A few years after I began playing a game known as Impressive World and I again created Passeh yet with a totally different appearence. I was torn between the old traditional Passeh and the new-looking one. SO, Passeh became this murderous and completely psycho wolf-cat hybrid who could morph between these two forms.

Moths passed.... -Snort giggle- Moths.... Months* passed and I was tiring of the same old routine! Passeh needed a new image! So as well as the two animal-forms Passeh also slipped into human looking-thing.... She was 6ft wearing a suit and top hat which levitated above her head and had brown curly hair. That's right darling, she's worth it (Lo'real hair conditioner pun intended). Shortly after, a somewhat established band from San Diego slithered into my life and took it over! Steam Powered Giraffe. I became an addict, it was my drug- GAHHH EGGEHH GIRAFFES. RABBITS. MUST.BUY.SUSPENDERS.      ......I mean braces (embraces Britain). For those of you who don't know who SPG are, they're a musical pantomime troupe who eat souls and steal babies- oh, they dress up like robots as well. I became so obsessed that ANOTHER version of Passeh was born, except this one was called Dilate, was a robot and occasionally went insane with a kitchen utensils.

FINALLY, I can't write a journal without including ma best buddy! Ianto Xavier/MissIodemphia/Molly. You da man!

I hope you feel satisfied with the complete rubbish that I threw into this journal, come back soon and perhaps we can have some biscuits? Oh my LAWD, Maoams! We should have those, I LOVE MAOAMS!

-END (For Now)"


Thanks for reading my lovelies.

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