11-09-2011, 02:30 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
I've been playing World of Warcraft for about 3 years now. I played in many Player versus Player servers, but then I realized that PvP doesn't fullfill my thirst and requirements for a server. I started my quest for servers and found about something called "Role-playing servers". This brought my attention instantly, and after looking for thousands of Roleplaying servers on internet I found this one. And here I am.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I come from Colombia and actually live in here. My primary language is Spanish, but I also speak English and German very well.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I got into Warcraft because of two cousins. These two guys since I was young played Warcraft III and similar games, but Warcraft always had my attention because of the interesting plot and game. Then World of Warcraft came out, and the three us were trapped by this wonderful game. We played The Burning Crusade expansion, and are currently playing Wrath of the Lich King.
What made you seek our server over others? (Or how did you find us?):
After I decided to Role-play I looked on the internet for thousands of Role-play servers. I found quite good ones, but this one in particular brought my attention because of the amount of requirements asked for. I though: "If this server has so many requirements the players must be very good, and the playing experience must be great as there is a server applying filter."
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Even though I have read a lot about Roleplay this would be my first experience. I guess I would like all sorts of roleplaying experiences: From a relaxing conversation with another character to the hunting of a beast, roleplaying in all ways should be fun and trapping.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I have no such thing as a favorite class or race, as I love experimenting. I've had a lot of characters raised up to level 80 in PvP servers, and all of them have been of different races and classes. By now, I want to roleplay a Blood Elf Shadow Priest.
What are your expectations of this server?:
My main expectation about this server is for it to fullfill my thirst for adventures and Roleplaying experiences. And according to the things I've read about "Conquest of the Horde" it seems to do perfectly.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
I love the "introduction" regulation, because I take it as a "quality filter" for all the newcomers, so that the players inside are really good players and not every idiot that shows up can enter the server.
Lastly, tell us a story! It can be short, it can be long; but most importantly, we want to see your work in action. Go!:
I don't understand clearly if the story has to do or not with World of Warcraft, but here it goes anyway:
That lonesome and silent night I will never forget. I remember watching the corpses of many lying quietly on the ground, immobile. I remember walking slowly through them, with a terror I’d never felt before. I remember those cold and bleeding bodies on the sideways, some without head, some without arms, and some without many other body parts. I remember, I remember as if it was yesterday.
I was walking home after a long and tiring day at school. Anyway, I was not feeling tired at all by the end of the day. Instead, I was happy because it was the last day of school. After those long years of hard studying, I was finally leaving school to enter college. Mi excitement had no limits, or at least back then. I arrived home, but to my surprise there was nobody there. It was 7 P.M by then.
It seemed strange to me, as my mother usually was home all the day; my brother arrived at 3 and my father by 5. But there was nobody. Not a sound, not a whisper, nothing. You could hear the sound of the rain heavily falling, crashing against the window. That grim scenery scared me a bit, as rain was not common by this time of the year. I went to the second floor, got into my room and in the moment I was on my bed I fell asleep.
I woke up by the sound of screaming. It was almost midnight, and it still rained. I walked throughout the entire house looking for my family, but it was still empty. Not a trace of nobody, except for something: My mother’s big black hat, which she only used for funerals, was missing. I was surprised, so I decided to look for my father’s black dress; also gone. I thought they were in a funeral, but I instantly revoked the idea after noticing it was midnight. I felt a lot of anxiety and got worried for the fate of them, as it scared me to never see them again. After thinking over and over the situation, I got my black robe, a flashlight and walked away from home, silently, at midnight.
As I went further and further I smelled blood. This freaked me out, obviously, as for the smell of blood was intense it meant that there was a lot of blood. I heard another scream, louder and more terrifying than the first one I heard. I started running towards the place I thought the scream came from, as if it was because of a robbery I could help, but I was petrified just fifteen yards away: a young girl, about ten years old, lied unconscious on the walkway, with a knife deep inside her mouth and without a hand. I couldn’t help vomiting, as this scene was extremely grim and creepy. A strange thing I noticed was that the girl was dressed all in black, thing that is obviously not common as she was just ten. I continued running, and turned over the corner of the place I thought the scream I had heard before came from. I never thought I would see something like this.
As soon as I turned around the corner, I saw many corpses piled together in the corner of a dead end street. They were all dressed in black, and all of them were missing one part of their body. The amount of blood I say there was incredible, as it seemed from my perspective that it was raining blood instead of water. But then, all these terror just turned into tears: The dead bodies of my father, my mother and my brother were there too, bleeding, with knifes and cuts all over their bodies. I cried and cried for a long time. I felt something I had never felt before, which was like an extreme mixture between hate, pain, sadness and loneliness. I was alone, without family, without nobody to look for, as it seemed that all the people that lived were I do were dead in that pile. The sound of rain was heavier than ever.
I walked towards the bodies. I saw that all of them, apart from being dressed in black, had knife cuts over their entire bodies. Who could have done that? Who could have been so mad to extinguish the soul of innocent people that didn’t deserved to die that way? I couldn’t figure out such cruelty, my mind didn’t allow me too. I could only cry under the rain as I saw those bodies.
I came across my mother’s body. She had her big black hat with her, and she had an enormous knife inside her stomach. I don’t know why but I kissed her in the cheek, and I kind of said my last goodbye to her, and to all those people. I felt useless; my life had lost reason of existence. I only wanted to die over there, and join them in their bloody orgy. I had lost all I cared of, what would it be of me now?
I got the knife my mother had inside her stomach. I wanted to kill myself, to be able to stop that suffering immediately. I just wanted my endless pain to end. I put the knife near my throat, and I could feel the sharpness of the blade touching my white and pale neck. I was about to cut through it, to stop breathing, to stop this nonsense. But then, one thought changed it all.
What if my destiny, as this of the others, was to die with them? What if for some mysterious reason I had come over there, all dressed in black also, and was now thinking of joining them? What if as I was about to do, all of them did and killed themselves? What if some evil force lay upon us and manipulated our brains to go there and do as it wanted us to do? I couldn’t help the fact that I was there, standing in the middle of the rain with dead bodies in front of me, all mysteriously dressed in black with knife cuts in their bodies, with a knife in my throat.
I burst into tears, again. But this time they were only tears of anger, tears of desperation, tears of the nonsense. I could just sit down and lay there, like dead, looking at the sky; looking at the stormy clouds, letting the morning sun through them. I was dead and living at the same time. I was tired, and again I fell asleep.
I woke up in my bedroom, sweating, in the middle of the night. It was not raining, and I was in the same clothes I was when I first arrived home. My bag was on the floor where I left it, and everything seemed like a bad dream. I was happy and scared at the time, as the situation was like a Deja-Vú. I got out of the bed and went running to my parents’ bedroom, I was never so happy to see them in my life. But they weren’t there; they weren’t where they should be. I panicked again, and went running to my brother’s bedroom, to find that he was also missing. After that, I went into my parent’s bedroom again, looking for that hat. That big black hat she used for funerals; but it was not there, the big black hat was not there.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I think the specifications you make in the forum and in the FAQ section are clear enough.
I've been playing World of Warcraft for about 3 years now. I played in many Player versus Player servers, but then I realized that PvP doesn't fullfill my thirst and requirements for a server. I started my quest for servers and found about something called "Role-playing servers". This brought my attention instantly, and after looking for thousands of Roleplaying servers on internet I found this one. And here I am.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I come from Colombia and actually live in here. My primary language is Spanish, but I also speak English and German very well.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I got into Warcraft because of two cousins. These two guys since I was young played Warcraft III and similar games, but Warcraft always had my attention because of the interesting plot and game. Then World of Warcraft came out, and the three us were trapped by this wonderful game. We played The Burning Crusade expansion, and are currently playing Wrath of the Lich King.
What made you seek our server over others? (Or how did you find us?):
After I decided to Role-play I looked on the internet for thousands of Role-play servers. I found quite good ones, but this one in particular brought my attention because of the amount of requirements asked for. I though: "If this server has so many requirements the players must be very good, and the playing experience must be great as there is a server applying filter."
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Even though I have read a lot about Roleplay this would be my first experience. I guess I would like all sorts of roleplaying experiences: From a relaxing conversation with another character to the hunting of a beast, roleplaying in all ways should be fun and trapping.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I have no such thing as a favorite class or race, as I love experimenting. I've had a lot of characters raised up to level 80 in PvP servers, and all of them have been of different races and classes. By now, I want to roleplay a Blood Elf Shadow Priest.
What are your expectations of this server?:
My main expectation about this server is for it to fullfill my thirst for adventures and Roleplaying experiences. And according to the things I've read about "Conquest of the Horde" it seems to do perfectly.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
I love the "introduction" regulation, because I take it as a "quality filter" for all the newcomers, so that the players inside are really good players and not every idiot that shows up can enter the server.
Lastly, tell us a story! It can be short, it can be long; but most importantly, we want to see your work in action. Go!:
I don't understand clearly if the story has to do or not with World of Warcraft, but here it goes anyway:
That lonesome and silent night I will never forget. I remember watching the corpses of many lying quietly on the ground, immobile. I remember walking slowly through them, with a terror I’d never felt before. I remember those cold and bleeding bodies on the sideways, some without head, some without arms, and some without many other body parts. I remember, I remember as if it was yesterday.
I was walking home after a long and tiring day at school. Anyway, I was not feeling tired at all by the end of the day. Instead, I was happy because it was the last day of school. After those long years of hard studying, I was finally leaving school to enter college. Mi excitement had no limits, or at least back then. I arrived home, but to my surprise there was nobody there. It was 7 P.M by then.
It seemed strange to me, as my mother usually was home all the day; my brother arrived at 3 and my father by 5. But there was nobody. Not a sound, not a whisper, nothing. You could hear the sound of the rain heavily falling, crashing against the window. That grim scenery scared me a bit, as rain was not common by this time of the year. I went to the second floor, got into my room and in the moment I was on my bed I fell asleep.
I woke up by the sound of screaming. It was almost midnight, and it still rained. I walked throughout the entire house looking for my family, but it was still empty. Not a trace of nobody, except for something: My mother’s big black hat, which she only used for funerals, was missing. I was surprised, so I decided to look for my father’s black dress; also gone. I thought they were in a funeral, but I instantly revoked the idea after noticing it was midnight. I felt a lot of anxiety and got worried for the fate of them, as it scared me to never see them again. After thinking over and over the situation, I got my black robe, a flashlight and walked away from home, silently, at midnight.
As I went further and further I smelled blood. This freaked me out, obviously, as for the smell of blood was intense it meant that there was a lot of blood. I heard another scream, louder and more terrifying than the first one I heard. I started running towards the place I thought the scream came from, as if it was because of a robbery I could help, but I was petrified just fifteen yards away: a young girl, about ten years old, lied unconscious on the walkway, with a knife deep inside her mouth and without a hand. I couldn’t help vomiting, as this scene was extremely grim and creepy. A strange thing I noticed was that the girl was dressed all in black, thing that is obviously not common as she was just ten. I continued running, and turned over the corner of the place I thought the scream I had heard before came from. I never thought I would see something like this.
As soon as I turned around the corner, I saw many corpses piled together in the corner of a dead end street. They were all dressed in black, and all of them were missing one part of their body. The amount of blood I say there was incredible, as it seemed from my perspective that it was raining blood instead of water. But then, all these terror just turned into tears: The dead bodies of my father, my mother and my brother were there too, bleeding, with knifes and cuts all over their bodies. I cried and cried for a long time. I felt something I had never felt before, which was like an extreme mixture between hate, pain, sadness and loneliness. I was alone, without family, without nobody to look for, as it seemed that all the people that lived were I do were dead in that pile. The sound of rain was heavier than ever.
I walked towards the bodies. I saw that all of them, apart from being dressed in black, had knife cuts over their entire bodies. Who could have done that? Who could have been so mad to extinguish the soul of innocent people that didn’t deserved to die that way? I couldn’t figure out such cruelty, my mind didn’t allow me too. I could only cry under the rain as I saw those bodies.
I came across my mother’s body. She had her big black hat with her, and she had an enormous knife inside her stomach. I don’t know why but I kissed her in the cheek, and I kind of said my last goodbye to her, and to all those people. I felt useless; my life had lost reason of existence. I only wanted to die over there, and join them in their bloody orgy. I had lost all I cared of, what would it be of me now?
I got the knife my mother had inside her stomach. I wanted to kill myself, to be able to stop that suffering immediately. I just wanted my endless pain to end. I put the knife near my throat, and I could feel the sharpness of the blade touching my white and pale neck. I was about to cut through it, to stop breathing, to stop this nonsense. But then, one thought changed it all.
What if my destiny, as this of the others, was to die with them? What if for some mysterious reason I had come over there, all dressed in black also, and was now thinking of joining them? What if as I was about to do, all of them did and killed themselves? What if some evil force lay upon us and manipulated our brains to go there and do as it wanted us to do? I couldn’t help the fact that I was there, standing in the middle of the rain with dead bodies in front of me, all mysteriously dressed in black with knife cuts in their bodies, with a knife in my throat.
I burst into tears, again. But this time they were only tears of anger, tears of desperation, tears of the nonsense. I could just sit down and lay there, like dead, looking at the sky; looking at the stormy clouds, letting the morning sun through them. I was dead and living at the same time. I was tired, and again I fell asleep.
I woke up in my bedroom, sweating, in the middle of the night. It was not raining, and I was in the same clothes I was when I first arrived home. My bag was on the floor where I left it, and everything seemed like a bad dream. I was happy and scared at the time, as the situation was like a Deja-Vú. I got out of the bed and went running to my parents’ bedroom, I was never so happy to see them in my life. But they weren’t there; they weren’t where they should be. I panicked again, and went running to my brother’s bedroom, to find that he was also missing. After that, I went into my parent’s bedroom again, looking for that hat. That big black hat she used for funerals; but it was not there, the big black hat was not there.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I think the specifications you make in the forum and in the FAQ section are clear enough.
