Post by Cloud of Diamonds on Feb 12, 2010 14:13:45 GMT -5
Long, long ago, before the dawning of FoF time, there was...
A man. Named Crow...or Bryan, if you like. And he had friends. Many good internet friends, and together they had the best of times. Their exact experiences are lost to the famous mists of forgotten things, but one day stands out.
The day they decided to make FoF.
It was Crow who actually made the site. But many people were involved in its creation and working. Among them were Poizunn, Laur, Whiskers, Rolo, and Hardy.
They made a plot, a great and intricate plot. It was one that would call many roleplayers from far and wide to participate.
And the skin of the site...well, there were no words for that. It was so awesome it was beyond description.
Pre-roleplay started.
And time began, with people making applications and becoming moderators and admins, and ranking positions were filled. FoF grew.
Time went on, months of members joining and leaving and coming back. Actual roleplaying started.
Eventually, an even greater plot was born. It was centered around one cat, but it would affect every Clan.
Mistpelt. The StarClan-insane deputy of FogClan.
The plot began with one simple thread, and it grew and grew until...
The takeover began.
But that wasn't the climax of FoF, oh no.
Other things were still in the works, still going on. Life went on in and around the forest of fate.
And eventually, one quiet February afternoon, its birthday came.
Year Two began.
This is FoF. This is our home away from home, our pride, our will and talent. We love it. Some of us rule it. Some of us live in it.
But all of us are a part of it.
Welcome to the Forest, the Forest of Fate.
A man. Named Crow...or Bryan, if you like. And he had friends. Many good internet friends, and together they had the best of times. Their exact experiences are lost to the famous mists of forgotten things, but one day stands out.
The day they decided to make FoF.
It was Crow who actually made the site. But many people were involved in its creation and working. Among them were Poizunn, Laur, Whiskers, Rolo, and Hardy.
They made a plot, a great and intricate plot. It was one that would call many roleplayers from far and wide to participate.
And the skin of the site...well, there were no words for that. It was so awesome it was beyond description.
Pre-roleplay started.
And time began, with people making applications and becoming moderators and admins, and ranking positions were filled. FoF grew.
Time went on, months of members joining and leaving and coming back. Actual roleplaying started.
Eventually, an even greater plot was born. It was centered around one cat, but it would affect every Clan.
Mistpelt. The StarClan-insane deputy of FogClan.
The plot began with one simple thread, and it grew and grew until...
The takeover began.
But that wasn't the climax of FoF, oh no.
Other things were still in the works, still going on. Life went on in and around the forest of fate.
And eventually, one quiet February afternoon, its birthday came.
Year Two began.
This is FoF. This is our home away from home, our pride, our will and talent. We love it. Some of us rule it. Some of us live in it.
But all of us are a part of it.
Welcome to the Forest, the Forest of Fate.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp