Staff Search # 1-Moderators Needed!
Nov 27, 2008 22:22:56 GMT -5
Post by WT on Nov 27, 2008 22:22:56 GMT -5
Username: Wolf Tears
Preferred Name: WT, Tears, Wolf, Wolfie, "Hey, you!"... seriously, call me whatever you want. Within reason. XD
Age: 13
Preferred Position: Obviously, I'd love to be a Global Moderator, but I'd be thrilled with just being a plain old mod. ^^
Why you want to be this: Well.
First of all, not to sound cliche, but I want to help this site as best I can. I know I haven't been all that active lately, but I am trying; I have a lot of stuff going on, both in real life and online, and that sometimes makes it hard to get to everywhere I need to get to. However, I love this site, and you can count on me not to just up and leave anytime soon.
I'm a friendly sort of person; I get along with most people I meet. I know it can be easy for tension to spark between members (and, sometimes especially, between staff and non-staff members), and I'm usually pretty good at seeing both sides of an argument and helping to smooth things over. I rarely get into true fights (mostly because my very nature goes against fighting with my friends), and I'm a generally nice person.
That said, I won't be afraid to crack down on rule-breaking. I've seen what happens when something as simple as spamming gets out of hand, and I won't hesitate to warn someone or, if the need arises, take further action- banning or whatever I need to do.
Previous moderating experience:
Admin on The Chronicles Continued
Moderator on 600 Feet Below
Moderator on Northern Lights (closed site)
RP Sample:
Preferred Name: WT, Tears, Wolf, Wolfie, "Hey, you!"... seriously, call me whatever you want. Within reason. XD
Age: 13
Preferred Position: Obviously, I'd love to be a Global Moderator, but I'd be thrilled with just being a plain old mod. ^^
Why you want to be this: Well.
First of all, not to sound cliche, but I want to help this site as best I can. I know I haven't been all that active lately, but I am trying; I have a lot of stuff going on, both in real life and online, and that sometimes makes it hard to get to everywhere I need to get to. However, I love this site, and you can count on me not to just up and leave anytime soon.
I'm a friendly sort of person; I get along with most people I meet. I know it can be easy for tension to spark between members (and, sometimes especially, between staff and non-staff members), and I'm usually pretty good at seeing both sides of an argument and helping to smooth things over. I rarely get into true fights (mostly because my very nature goes against fighting with my friends), and I'm a generally nice person.
That said, I won't be afraid to crack down on rule-breaking. I've seen what happens when something as simple as spamming gets out of hand, and I won't hesitate to warn someone or, if the need arises, take further action- banning or whatever I need to do.
Previous moderating experience:
Admin on The Chronicles Continued
Moderator on 600 Feet Below
Moderator on Northern Lights (closed site)
RP Sample:
Come inside and be afraid
Of this impressive mess I've made
If you take a look now you will find
I have thrown away my vice
Done away with paradise
See what's going on inside my mind
Please let me out
Please let me out
Please let me
Her feet pounded rhythmically against the stone, sending small shocks of pain through her each time they hit the ground. Still she ran- right, right, left, left, right, right, left, left, faster and faster, until she was nothing but a blur, a misty gray smear against darker gray stone. Bits of jagged rock cut at her pads, and a trail of red droplets stretched out behind her; then she splashed her way through an empty stream, and the blood washed away from her wound, leaving her path clean again. The water chilled her as she ran, soaking her fur, but she welcomed the cold, wishing she could fall into its empty embrace forever- the same way the pain against her paws just made her push harder, faster, driving onward until she thought she would run herself into the ground. Heat from the friction burned the bottoms of her paws, but again she ignored it, pushing onward.
But still, as always, they came.
No, use, Myst. It's never any use.
We'll chase you, we'll follow you...
Through tunnels, plains, darkness, death...
Myst felt her legs begin to tremble with weariness and despair, and she desperately pushed them on. She couldn't collapse. If she could just run... if she could flee fast enough, go far enough... Then maybe, just maybe, they would finally leave her alone.
Myst... We'll never let you forget...
You can't run from us...
It was true, she knew, too awfully, terribly true. Everywhere she went, every time she ran, they simply followed her. She could never break free- they had locked themselves into her mind. She would never be free from this awful, hideous torment.
Because you can't be allowed free, Myst. You don't deserve it... Not after what you did. You're condemned, gnawer- and you deserve it...
You allowed your family to shatter...
Branded like an animal
I can still feel them burning my mind
I do believe that you made your message clear
Never been enough to really know that I feel
Leaving me with images I know are not real
Are those words of condemnation that I hear
"I know!" she wanted to scream. Her running faltered as tears began to leak from her dark gray eyes, blurring her vision. Her steps became uneven, uncertain; the blur she had been slowed, and she became a real shape again, rather than the apparition she wished she could be.
"I know!" she wanted to yell- and then she wanted to make it all better. Did they know what she was willing to do to fix what she had done? If killing herself would fix it, she would gladly do so. If she had to turn back the clock, if she had to shatter the universe, even if she had to set the Underland on the path of destruction- if it would make her family whole again, take back what she had done...
she'd do it in a heartbeat.
Come inside now I implore
Do you think you can restore
The crucial pieces missing from my brain
Perfect insanity...
All she wanted was to be a normal gnawer again, with her loving family, with the carefree attitude of the happy-go-lucky pup she had been. And more than that, she wanted to make everything better. She knew it was her fault- she beat herself up about it every day, didn't she? Even without the voices reminding her consistently, she would have hated herself for what she had done.
Would you really, Myst? See, we don't think you would. And that's why we're here- to make sure you never forget. To make sure you never come to terms with it- to make sure you never forgive yourself...
Her feet finally tripped, and she landed on the hard ground with a dull thud. Laying still, she did the one thing she knew might help her; she did her best to catch her breath, looking around as she did so. She was what had to be the only thing on the empty plain for what must be miles- her tear-stained gaze could see nothing standing out against the stone. She was almost relieved; it was horrible to be alone with them, but she almost always was, anyway, so how much difference did that make? At least this way there was no one for her to hurt, no one who could suffer accidentally at her paws, as had her family so long ago.
Are you sure about that, Myst? You never know who's near- maybe there's someone there, but you're just not seeing them. And you never know how what you're doing will effect someone far away.
You're killing someone, Myst. You're probably killing someone just by being here, in the middle of nowhere.
All the voices joined in now, speaking over each other, getting louder and louder as each found their own way to condemn her. Myst folded her ears over, but the horrible cacophony was in her mind- or what was left of it. She couldn't ignore them from there, couldn't block them out of her hearing and pretend they didn't exist like she could with any regular sound.
Your very existence is enough to kill.
You've splintered one family, and that was your own. Why not another?
Everything is your fault, Myst. Everything...
Death and despair and famine, fire and flood and anger and envy. If you could break your own family, these must be your fault. Everything bad, Myst- everything horrible and frightening... It's yours, Myst. All yours.
Are you proud of yourself?
"Stop it!" Myst's voice ripped its way from her throat, high and shrieking. Gnawer vocals weren't meant for this, and she felt her throat rebel against her, tightening in pain, but she couldn't help herself. "Leave me alone! It's not- my-fault!"
The gray gnawer curled into a tight ball of gray and wept into her own fur. The tears that had started earlier became wrenching sobs, and her entire body spasmed with each sob. She wept for her family, once seven strong, now splintered and broken- two dead, four in the rebellion, one eternally alone. For the Underland, with deadly war looming on the horizon. For the haunted past and the bleak future, for everyone who knew what it was like to hurt; for herself, eternally tormented, infinitely trapped. She even cried for the voices that hurt her so much.
Her pain, released through sobs, sent arrows through the quiet stillness of the Dead Lands.
Now I'll try again to find
The thing that was my mind
Behold the other side
Cause then I've lost my mind
Try again to find
The thing that was my mind
Behold the other side-
I've lost my mind...
Of this impressive mess I've made
If you take a look now you will find
I have thrown away my vice
Done away with paradise
See what's going on inside my mind
Please let me out
Please let me out
Please let me
Her feet pounded rhythmically against the stone, sending small shocks of pain through her each time they hit the ground. Still she ran- right, right, left, left, right, right, left, left, faster and faster, until she was nothing but a blur, a misty gray smear against darker gray stone. Bits of jagged rock cut at her pads, and a trail of red droplets stretched out behind her; then she splashed her way through an empty stream, and the blood washed away from her wound, leaving her path clean again. The water chilled her as she ran, soaking her fur, but she welcomed the cold, wishing she could fall into its empty embrace forever- the same way the pain against her paws just made her push harder, faster, driving onward until she thought she would run herself into the ground. Heat from the friction burned the bottoms of her paws, but again she ignored it, pushing onward.
But still, as always, they came.
No, use, Myst. It's never any use.
Through tunnels, plains, darkness, death...
Myst felt her legs begin to tremble with weariness and despair, and she desperately pushed them on. She couldn't collapse. If she could just run... if she could flee fast enough, go far enough... Then maybe, just maybe, they would finally leave her alone.
Myst... We'll never let you forget...
You can't run from us...
It was true, she knew, too awfully, terribly true. Everywhere she went, every time she ran, they simply followed her. She could never break free- they had locked themselves into her mind. She would never be free from this awful, hideous torment.
Because you can't be allowed free, Myst. You don't deserve it... Not after what you did. You're condemned, gnawer- and you deserve it...
You allowed your family to shatter...
Branded like an animal
I can still feel them burning my mind
I do believe that you made your message clear
Never been enough to really know that I feel
Leaving me with images I know are not real
Are those words of condemnation that I hear
"I know!" she wanted to scream. Her running faltered as tears began to leak from her dark gray eyes, blurring her vision. Her steps became uneven, uncertain; the blur she had been slowed, and she became a real shape again, rather than the apparition she wished she could be.
"I know!" she wanted to yell- and then she wanted to make it all better. Did they know what she was willing to do to fix what she had done? If killing herself would fix it, she would gladly do so. If she had to turn back the clock, if she had to shatter the universe, even if she had to set the Underland on the path of destruction- if it would make her family whole again, take back what she had done...
she'd do it in a heartbeat.
Come inside now I implore
Do you think you can restore
The crucial pieces missing from my brain
Perfect insanity...
All she wanted was to be a normal gnawer again, with her loving family, with the carefree attitude of the happy-go-lucky pup she had been. And more than that, she wanted to make everything better. She knew it was her fault- she beat herself up about it every day, didn't she? Even without the voices reminding her consistently, she would have hated herself for what she had done.
Her feet finally tripped, and she landed on the hard ground with a dull thud. Laying still, she did the one thing she knew might help her; she did her best to catch her breath, looking around as she did so. She was what had to be the only thing on the empty plain for what must be miles- her tear-stained gaze could see nothing standing out against the stone. She was almost relieved; it was horrible to be alone with them, but she almost always was, anyway, so how much difference did that make? At least this way there was no one for her to hurt, no one who could suffer accidentally at her paws, as had her family so long ago.
Are you sure about that, Myst? You never know who's near- maybe there's someone there, but you're just not seeing them. And you never know how what you're doing will effect someone far away.
You're killing someone, Myst. You're probably killing someone just by being here, in the middle of nowhere.
All the voices joined in now, speaking over each other, getting louder and louder as each found their own way to condemn her. Myst folded her ears over, but the horrible cacophony was in her mind- or what was left of it. She couldn't ignore them from there, couldn't block them out of her hearing and pretend they didn't exist like she could with any regular sound.
You've splintered one family, and that was your own. Why not another?
Death and despair and famine, fire and flood and anger and envy. If you could break your own family, these must be your fault. Everything bad, Myst- everything horrible and frightening... It's yours, Myst. All yours.
Are you proud of yourself?
"Stop it!" Myst's voice ripped its way from her throat, high and shrieking. Gnawer vocals weren't meant for this, and she felt her throat rebel against her, tightening in pain, but she couldn't help herself. "Leave me alone! It's not- my-fault!"
The gray gnawer curled into a tight ball of gray and wept into her own fur. The tears that had started earlier became wrenching sobs, and her entire body spasmed with each sob. She wept for her family, once seven strong, now splintered and broken- two dead, four in the rebellion, one eternally alone. For the Underland, with deadly war looming on the horizon. For the haunted past and the bleak future, for everyone who knew what it was like to hurt; for herself, eternally tormented, infinitely trapped. She even cried for the voices that hurt her so much.
Her pain, released through sobs, sent arrows through the quiet stillness of the Dead Lands.
Now I'll try again to find
The thing that was my mind
Behold the other side
Cause then I've lost my mind
Try again to find
The thing that was my mind
Behold the other side-
I've lost my mind...
