Send My Regards and Secret Subject Groups (RP Ideas Yay.)

[TeaPlease]

The premise I have is fairly simple. In the sort of way that it involves complicated details when viewed from afar, but up close such things blend together in an easy to follow plot. Or, at least, it is in my head. And my head is a void that stifles. For that, I apologize in advance. Now.. I'm going to actually make an effort to illustrate what exactly I had in mind. Bare with me here, I’m horrid at illustrating my own mind.

It could harm children.

 

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Secretive Groups and College Applications

 

The year is 2013, and the days are simple. Technology has come a long way since the years long ago, even if no one will acknowledge the progress. [iNSERT NAME HERE] attends a prestigious university after much convincing, letter-writing, e-mail sending, and calls made. Escaping the confining bars and disgusting society and stupidity he views in Appalachian Kentucky has been a goal since the age of 14, and upon discovering the crinkled application to a university up in Colorado there was no hesitation. How could he deny the opportunity of a lifetime, to pursue his dreams?

 

Technically, he didn’t know what he wanted to do yet. The suddenness of freedom was jarring in the fact that he came to several distinct realizations concerning these issues. But it was a mere blot on the beginning of a story written beautifully. The campus was a bed of beauty, tall trees hovering over the campus grounds as country stretched on for miles. He was aware of the fact that he’d left behind the city nearly an hour or two ago, and it had taken nearly one more to arrive at the entrance of campus.

The isolated haven was exceeded expectations. The cramped, blank walls and bare room he’d been expecting was- in contrast- sparsely furnished and decorated, wallpaper fresh and the flooring cleaned; the view out of his window aided to the pure joy he felt. The swelling emotion caught in his chest. This.

 

This was the start of something truly wonderful.

 

Although still confused on what path to pursue, a visit with the counselor spurs him to one decision: do what he’s best at. And so, the young man auditions for [iNSET A SUBJECT THAT WE WILL BOTH AGREE ON AND HAVE A PASSION FOR HEERE]- though there’s trouble. The professor of said subject is very picky when it comes to pupils and students coming in, often times classes only consisting of one single group of people. Members have become sparse and the maximum of the four to five had been met last semester.

Credentials were an aside. Personal background and views were what were judged, abilities only factoring in when all else was at fail.

 

At a loss for any other options, the young man tries his way into the group and is- in time- selected. But he finds more in the group than he expected. A secret world all its own, sentences uttered filled with vague references only they’d understand. The closeness was obvious, forced at first due to the restriction of having little more than two other professors, but eased into. The lavish lifestyles and backgrounds of [THERE SHOULD BE A NAME HERE]’s new “mates” is enthralling enough, but he finds himself falling deeper into mystery, crime, and the gravity of another man.

 

How will he get through his college years amongst people so bright and different, it extinguishes his own flames, while juggling lies, rumors, and his own personal feelings, just realized?

 

 

Spoiler Alert: He just might not.

 

 

Now, see, that wasn’t so bad. Hastily jotted down summaries are rather easier than I thought.. This second idea might just be a bit more hard to understand. Or even like.

 

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"Send My Regards.. St.-----------

 

Through legends and lore, [iNSERT NAME HERE] has become infatuated with the stars above. Science fiction tales have fueled his love for the great beyond, and the natural rebellion away from his strictly-grounded and religious family urges him forward in his pursuits. However, in his small village, a sleepytown built on work and pure accident, nothing else can be provided to fuel the flames. At a young age, he had already scoured all resources for stories, tangible text documents, and any remains of evidence of the people beyond their atmosphere.

 

Time was always something. The young boy grew into a bony, knob-kneed mess of an outcast. His family was slightly hesitant to admit he was one of them, this wild-eyed teen that babbled on about the most silliest of ideas. Many times discouragements came- and many times batted away from pure commitment to his cause.

 

After years and years, ostracized by village and relatives, the young boy- now nearing the age of a young man- came upon a town much like his old home. Sleepy and tired with a strong emphasis on religion. However, something draws him to this dusty wreck of nothing, the universal strings wrapping around mind and body to urge both onward in the unmentioned quest. It is only there does he find the place to be akin to a hamlet, run by a hermit of society much like the boy himself.

 

He goes there for sanctuary, and finds a like-mind in interests in the few people that seem to live in the head house. But [THERE REALLY SHOULD BE A NAME HERE] sees, as time progresses onward again, that something is off about the town, its people, and even the friends he’d made. As the mystery progresses, throbbing in mind and consuming all thought, a mysterious letter is sent- addressed to [NAMES ARE THINGS THAT SHOULD BE UTILIZED] and sending regards to the young man, signed in a strange set of symbols.

 

Clawing through the fog and little spoken words of everyone around him, he unearths the Eldritch Abomination that has long since been haunting him and everyone else. But it draws him in still; he’s being sucked into the cosmos, the darkness awaiting him patiently as the creature opens its arms from illusion to truth.

 

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If you'd like to discuss any of these ideas, exhibit interest, or have more ideas, please shoot me a private message or maybe comment some. Thank you for looking at my ideas!

 

-- Tea

[TeaPlease]

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