Alright, I've waited long enough for the late stragglers to vote in the poll. I got the idea from excessive nightmares feuled by Stephen King novels. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you…
Bermuda, The Chilling Horrors of the Devil's Triangle.
Blip.
"This is Lt Flippy of the United States Air Force, Flight 20, CS-1703, radioing to Florida Keys Outpost X-34. Do you copy?"
Blip.
"Affirmative, Flight 20, CS-1703. This is Radio Operator Sniffles of the Florida Keys Outpost X-34 receiving you loud and clear. What is your current position?"
Blip.
"100 miles south of Miami, Florida, now heading south at 3,000 feet above sea level at a speed of 130mph. The water below looks choppy, requesting an up-to-date weather report."
Blip.
"Alright, F-20, CS-1703. Weather reports say it should be a bright, cloudless day, with a 20% chance of rain."
Blip.
"Roger that, adjusting altitude to 4,500 feet above sea level. I'll recall once I get above 4,000 feet. Stand by, over."
Blip.
"Roger that, over…."
Blip.
Lieutenant Flippy of the United States Air Force was never heard from again. A week-long search was made, and after that week? Nothing. Nothing had turned up. No pieces of debris, no downed airplane, no lifeboat.
Flight 20 had vanished without a trace.
The Bermuda Triangle (aka the Devil's Triangle) is a three-sided zone in the Atlantic Ocean stretching approximately from Miami, Fla., to Bermuda to San Juan, Puerto Rico. Planes, boats and people go in to the Bermuda Triangle, and some of them don't go out. This in itself is not particularly remarkable. There are many places in the world which have the ethereal and mystical quality known in scientific circles as "being very dangerous."
It is the sheer AMOUNT of those that are never seen again that cast a mystical cloud over the Bermuda Triangle. Flight 20, along with its pilot and cargo, joined the list of thousands of others who had disappeared whilst in the Triangle. Simply another statistic.
Kinda weak start, but I digress. Now, for this story, I may need some OCs. BUT, THERE IS A LIMIT OF HOW MANY OCS I CAN FEATURE IN THE STORY. I will choose some OCs to be main or supporting characters, and some to have extremely minor roles. Rest assured, I will try to have your OC appear once, even if it's, like, only for one line.
And, there's pretty much a 99% chance that your submitted OC will "die". Just saying that because, despite the fact that HTF is trifle with death, some still don't want their OC to die. But, hey… Not judging or anything.
Now, if you're still interested in submitting an OC, he's a handy-dandy form to fill out.
Name: (No explanation needed.)
Age: (Try to be realistic here, folks. I'm not going to have, say, a five year old in this story with the attitude and mannerisms of a thirty year old. If you do submit someone like that, they will be killed. Painfully.)
Species: (Dog, cat, bird, sloth, be specific.)
Gender: (Male, female, both, or neither.)
Personality: (Do I really need to explain this?)
Looks: (Appearance-wise, say what they wear, their fur/skin color, scars or markings, etc.)
Basic Bio: (A short version of their life. NOTE: This is optional.)
Weapon of Choice: (You probably won't be guaranteed this, but just nice to know.)
Friends:
Enemies:
Love Interests:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears: (Very important for later on.)
Misc: (Any info that doesn't fit into the other categories, stuff it here. Super powers, PTSD, extreme horniness… Whatever floats your boat.)
I think that's it. And this story is pretty much a third priority: Underneath Bloody Vengeance & DJ: Life & Death. Additionally, Perception & Deception is tied as third priority.
Regards,
~ DJ.
