[TomMc]

Создаю НРПГ тему, чтобы было проще обсудить детали предстоящей игры. Доступ в тему имеют Лидер, Аш и, разумеется, Тошка. Позже можно будет раскрыть тему, если надо.

Название группы предварительное. Может, поменяем позже.

Основные постулаты:
1. Язык: Английский
2. Система: All Flesh Must Be Eaten (AFMBE)
3. Сеттинг: Земля, наши дни (+/-)

Основная цель этой игры - практиковаться английскому языку В связи с этим давайте сразу решим, будем ли мы общаться в НРПГ на английском или на русском? Сама игра, разумеется, будет проходить только на английском.

Далее, нам следует определиться насчёт сеттинга и персонажей. Вы уже сказали в двух словах свои идеи, но для протокола прошу повторить здесь, чтобы можно было обсудить.

Пока всё.

Нет, не всё.

Важное примечание. Пожалуйста, открыто говорите, если что-то будет не понятно. Если надо, здесь можно говорить на русском. Эта игра предназначена для обучения. Я думаю, я могу немного подстроиться в плане сложности английского тескта, если возникнут сложности.

И ещё. Хотя у меня, может быть, больше опыта общения на английском, мне не менее интересно практиковаться, чем вам. Так что мы тут на равных

Сообщение отредактировано: TomMc - 3 Дек 2010, 14:54

[Leeder]

A short circuit made lamps blink a few seconds, and the dark, well-guarded vault was dimly lighted for a short time. The jukebox, which was placed in front of the door, almost fully covering the doorway, made a try to resume releasing a squeaky sound of a forgotten long ago song. The melodic motive was cruelly suppressed by a white noice, heard from a big screen of TV. Over a couple of minutes the sound of the ancient song became silent and, maybe, stopped at all, but a white noice continued flooding the room of the subterranean bar.

Another short circuit made the jukebox screaming again, and now its capability to survive wasn't so long, as in previous try. But the white noice had changed. Stripes and lines appeared on the screen, and a sound of somebody's voice brokenly was hearded from the dinamics. The next charge of electricity brought clearness in the voice and in the video, and a young man appeared on the screen.

"Hi! My name is Frank. Frank Johnson."

He held a home camera and looked into it. The young man was tought and bold a bit, and his bronzed face told a lot about his lifestyle. Frank had dark brown hair and dark eyes, and he looked like a farmer guy, about 20 years old. His clothing was well-worn, dirty in some places, even ragged a little, but it didn't seen normal for him. Just something had happened to him, and he had suffered a lot.

"I am living in Australia, on the small farm with my old father and ancient granny. I'm twenty." - he jumped from one to another, like a rabbit, escaping a chase. - "We are living in 3, maybe 4 hours of ride from Perth, the capital of our state. Once per year I had been visiting my cousin Grace and her parents in Perth. I have visited them during this winter, and..."

The video broke for few moments, and when Frank came back, he was afraid of something. His eyes were very serious, and his voice was stressed and fast, when he resumed speaking.

"I don't have much time, they're close. When I came back home with Grace (she wanted to keep my company for unknown to me reason), we couldn't imagine that our world is so close to the end. They were there, you know? Shit, of course you now, lucky bastards, if you can watch this video! But we don't have any ideas what to do, and we can't stay here longer. Now we are prepearing to our last chance to get out of here, and if we will succeed, we'll be free. If we'll be not... well, I don't care. Now... I wanna say: "Sorry, dad, granny, Katie... all of you, people, which must die another time by my hand on the way of the survival.""

Some other voices reached hearing through the dinamics. They were shouting something. Frank took a look at somebody behind him and nodded.

"Okay, I'm finishing. Bye, all. God, save our souls."

The tape was ended, and the screen became empty. Exactly in that moment another short circuit made the jukebox singing, and now its song was more clear.

 

At the middle of the song another short circuit made lamps increadibly bright, and something broke inside them. A ray of sparks rained from the ceiling, and the music was interrupted. The room sinked into darkness and silence. Now - forever.

    the first try

A short circuit made lamps blinked over few seconds, and the dark, well-guarded vault was dimly lighted for that not so long time. The musical automate, which was placed before the door, almost fully covering the doorway, made a try to resume releasing a squeaky sound of a forgotten long ago song. The melodic motive was cruelly suppressed by a white noice, heard from a big screen of TV. Over couple of minutes a sound of ancient song became silent and, maybe, stopped at all, but a white noice continued flooding the room of a subterranean bar.

An another short circuit made an automate screaming againg, and now its capability to survive wasn't so long, as in previous try. But a white noice had changed. Stripes and lines appeared on the screen, and a sound of somebody's voice brokenly was hearded from dinamics. The next charge of electricity brought clearness in the voice and in the video, and a young man appeared on the screen.

"Hi! My name is Frank. Frank Johnson."

He held a home camera and looked into it. The young man was tought and bold a bit, and his bronzed face told a much about his style of life. Frank had a dark brown hair and dark eyes, and he looked like a farmer guy, about 20 years old. His clothing was well-worn, dirty in some places, even ragged a little, but it didn't seen normal for him. Just something happened with him, and he suffered a lot.

"I am living in Australia, on the small farm with my old father and ancient granny. I'm twenty." - he jumped from one to another, like a rabbit, escaping a chase. - "We are living in 3, maybe 4 hours of ride from Perth, the capital of our state. Once per year I had visiting my cousin Grace and her parents in Perth. I have visited them during this winter, and..."

The video broke for few moments, and when Frank came back, he was afraid of something. His eyes were very serious, and his voice was stressed and fast, when he resumed speaking.

"I don't have a much time, they're close. When I camed back home with Grace (she wanted to keep my company for unknown to me reason), we couldn't imagine that our world is so close to the end. They were there, you know? Shit, of course you now, lucky bastards, if you can watch this video! But we haven't any ideas what to do, and we can't stay here longer. Now we are prepearing to our last chance to get out of here, and if we will succeed, we'll be free. If we'll be not... well, I don't care. Now... I wanna say: "Sorry, dad, granny, Katie... all of you, people, which must be die another time by my hand on the way of the survival.""

Some other voices reached hearing through the dinamics. They were shouting something. Frank took a look at somebody behind him and nodded.

"Okay, I'm finishing. Bye, all. God, save our souls."

The tape was ended, and the screen became empty. Exactly in that moment another short circuit made musical automate singing, and now its song was more clear.

 

At the middle of the song another short circuit made lamps increadibly bright, and something broked inside them. A ray of sparks rained from the ceiling, and the music was interrupted. The room sinked into darkness and silence. Now - forever.

Сообщение отредактировано: Leeder - 19 Ноя 2010, 10:16

[TomMc]

Nice one!
I can't promise this is exactly the way it will turn out though