Post by Jian Oreachi on Feb 9, 2016 15:38:01 GMT -5
Oh hey, a happy BG birthday to me! Been here a whole year today, Feb 9th !
A quick breakdown, since I've joined I've done 2138 posts on Jian, 223 on Nanami and 21 on the Nameless who I've begun playing in earnest.
In the time I have written more actual RP posts than I could count (god I could find out but it would take forever) and have written 550,578 words in rp posts across those three characters, which is a little over 11 nanaowrimo's, basically one a month I wasn't on leave.
Looking back it's crazy to think that a year ago I was on a Bleach kick and looking for a place to roleplay. Little did I know this place would consume my life, sticking with me nearly longer than any other community before it.
Incredible. I'd like to go into depth, about some of the specific people, and I probably will in time, but I just wanted to say thank you to all of my wonderful writing partners, and to everyone on the site for this incredible community. I find myself incredibly lucky to have found a place here.
Here's hoping for another fruitful year of writing!
Post by Jian Oreachi on Mar 20, 2016 19:20:38 GMT -5
♪♫ We’re not the way that we used to be But what's funny is I have no complaints I’m still a jerk, you’ve got that smirk like you know it all It’s not that I’m too ordinary Or maybe it is, I know my place in line The least I can do is tell you it's all fine ♪♫
Seireitei is crumbling and the Gotei is a shell of its former self. Ravaged by the plague, the surviving Shinigami struggle to maintain the balance, but with so few of them left, the work is taxing and their fortress-city has fallen to neglect. Spread thin across all fronts, their diminished presence has been noted by friend and foe alike.
The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
On Earth, all seems well—but there is a war being fought in the shadows as the mortals find themselves lacking the protection they once had and so sorely need. The Quincy, having realized the oppressive specter of the Shinigami is no more, are flourishing, and are fighting the Hollow-breeds with renewed vigor.