Lore Team application
IGN: OGMint
Other accounts are:
Prizebox
Stresscat
Tasksnail
List your discord name and tag (name#0000): (Please note, communication and discord access is vital, and not having access to the site is a dealbreaker for the team)
My discord tag is OG Mint#3481
I'm very active on discord.
Additionally, do you have a microphone and can speak via discord?
I have a microphone and can join VC fairly often.
Your time zone and current country of residence:
EST, I'm currently in the United States.
Link any previous community team applications if applicable:
Do you recognize you could be removed from the community team?
I understand that I could be removed from the team at any moment.
List a few things that may obstruct your progress/development on the Lore Team.
As of now, I have the time to dedicate to the duties of the team, the time I work doesn't change, so I'll always be available after 5 pm EST during weekdays, weekends may differ.
What makes you passionate about writing?:
ever since I was a kid, I was always interested in storytelling, specifically in the form of movies, shows, etc. Creating stories that give the audience different emotions is something so fascinating to me, which is why I've been developing many different skills in filmmaking, including story writing. I believe that being a part of this team of writers will help the community by creating more lore for the players to discover.
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?:
Yes, during my last film course in 2020, I began to practice a bit more my skills in storytelling by creating scripts, storyboards, and directing a few short 2D animations. I've also written lore for gangs and families on the server.
I have been using Grammarly but it has many flaws, it doesn't seem to always correct writing since it doesn't detect the tone of some writings.
In your own words, give your definition of lore: I define lore as, writing that gives information about something or someone, where some missing portions or details leave the reader thinking further to complete the full story or find the missing information.
WRITING PROMPTS:
RULES
You are expected to write in the third person, and narrate in a reliable and neutral tone. Do not focus your prompts specifically on one character’s perspective, but on a bigger picture.
There is a 200-800 word limit that applies to both prompts. Because of flow, if you need to go a little over or under, you are permitted to, but as soon as a prompt is 100 words outside the limit, you will be automatically denied.
#1
Summarize a character conflict, roleplay conflict, or event that you experienced (server-wide, personal, etcetera- there is no bar for how ‘interesting’ or ‘impactful’ it is). Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
(informal writing style)
As the club luxe was having a big opening after being closed for quite a long time, they allowed people to get in without having to pay the usual entry fee to encourage the citizens to take part in the grand reopening. The smell of many different alcoholic drinks lingered around and the bass of the music was hitting everyone’s chest, the DJ was hyping everyone up as the dance floor was getting crowded. The business at the bar seemed to be booming as everyone was acting careless, which is normal in a club.
While everyone was enjoying their time, a few people yelling was heard coming from the front entrance of the club, as the receptionists were being pushed into the main area near the dance floor, the music was lowered until completely off. As all this was happening, about 8 people in disguise rushed into the club pushing everyone towards the dance floor, one of them threw 3 shots in the air and told everyone to get on the dance floor, literally on the dance floor, everyone was sitting crowded in the center of the club as these people in disguise ran into the office of the building while some were blocking the front entrance with fully loaded Glocks, sled hammers and katanas.
A few minutes later they all gather at the entrance ready to make their escape with full bags on their backs when suddenly a loud megaphone was heard from the outside giving them orders to drop what they have and to come out, as there were many law enforcement outside.
The robbers, hearing this, yelled from the building doors to allow them to escape, or they will activate the many C4s placed around the club. The hostages began to call their loved ones giving them what could be their final goodbyes.
After about an hour of the club being held, a loud bang! was heard, and the robbers rushed out of the building to the sound of yelling, screaming, and gunshots. Seconds later, the club was flooded with officers, and gave the hostages directions to make a line and escorted them out of the building. The scene outside the club was devastating, broken windows, many police cars, and ambulances were on the road along with a police line with a big audience of citizens watching. Those being escorted to the crowd walked past a shot cop on the ground surrounded by doctors and a surgeon, the feeling of finally being safe was filled with some relief, while others were crying from the stress and fear of what could have happened, and the terrible experience of being held hostage.
Within a day, the news had reported that one of the robbers was caught and interrogated, and the other 7 managed to escape the scene with 30M in cash. The club closed once again.
#2
Create a folklore tale based on an existing area in Karakura of your choosing; Tell us a story! Show us how creative you can get. Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
(formal writing)
Within the many green areas and parks in the island, near a cave with many bear sightings, lies something mysterious: a collection of arranged boulders, placed there more than two million years before.
In the middle is a well surrounded by various stones arranged in a small circle. Visitors speak of the beautiful views from the stones — the billowing white clouds, the rolling hills in the distance, the peaks of far-off mountains — but also its lonely emptiness — they speak of the way searching for the next outcropping of boulders feels like a treasure hunt, the wind whipping around them and causing their hats to be lost to the wind; the strange way their compasses malfunction and fail when they are around the stones, unsettling as a group of sailors navigating the seas without stars, and they speak of the questions they had when first learning about the stones that remain unanswered as they take their leave. Each step brings a new story, a new possibility, all of them hazy.
No one is quite sure how the stones got there, or certain of what they were used for. If you ask some scholars, they will tell you that they were likely carved by humans in an ancient civilization and used in religious ceremonies. If you ask the elders of the town, they will tell you
that they mark the graves of well-loved kings. If you ask the children, they will laugh and tell you that the stones were toy marbles used by giants, or perhaps the remnants of a cave inhabited by the world’s oldest-known dragon. If you ask the geologists, they will tell you that the boulders are legitimate, perhaps formed by the very eruption that eroded the land on which they sit. But they will shrug, chuckle, and tell you, “who’s to say? Who can claim to know the mysteries of a land so old?” People only now explore the area during the day, when the light is bright and the stones are not so daunting. But there will always be those who attempt to solve their mysteries by the moonlight — when the veil between this world and the next feels thinner and easier to touch.
There are those who creep up to the outcropping at midnight, without a flashlight or a map, who report that the wind sounds more like deep sighs, and claim to hear soft, mournful music emanating from the stones’ cores. It is uncertain whether they are telling the truth, lying, or just mistaking the night sounds for songs — a rushing in their ears or the distant trill of a nightbird.
There was one man who claimed that exactly at 4:00 am, the biggest stone suddenly began to glow with a blinding, iridescent white light, a fact that many dismissed as an odd reflection from
the moon, or a generous helping of one too many pre-adventure ****tails. There were reports of children who snuck out at night to meet at the base of the mountain, and play hide and seek without their parent's supervision, who swore that there were more stones than usual, jutting out at all angles and never once the same. There was one couple who visited the stones at night in hopes of seeing something incredible, only to come home and swear that the stones had simply vanished. To each person who heard, they either laughed or gasped; and either way, the claims could never be disputed or confirmed.
No matter the truth, I swore once to find the answers on my own. I would go to the stones to see them myself, rather than listen to the scores of others who had visited before me. I thought that just by seeing them, I could draw my own conclusions of their origins: they would whisper to me, provide a feeling or a flash of a memory, allow me to understand something vast and incomprehensible, reveal a secret they had been keeping for so long. But when I finally did see them in front of me, I felt the opposite. I felt empty and blocked like the stones had covered themselves with an invisible shield beyond which I would never be able to trespass. I felt, then, that the stones wanted to keep their mystery from me — whether ghostly or magical. I felt them turning my head to look away, closing my eyes to needing to understand more, an energy of silence emanating all around me, asking me not to pry. It was then that I was enveloped in an overwhelming feeling of peace.
I left the stones behind. I left their story alone. I left my footsteps for some other to follow, and watch the sunset fall behind them and sink into the dry earth.
IGN: OGMint
Other accounts are:
Prizebox
Stresscat
Tasksnail
List your discord name and tag (name#0000): (Please note, communication and discord access is vital, and not having access to the site is a dealbreaker for the team)
My discord tag is OG Mint#3481
I'm very active on discord.
Additionally, do you have a microphone and can speak via discord?
I have a microphone and can join VC fairly often.
Your time zone and current country of residence:
EST, I'm currently in the United States.
Link any previous community team applications if applicable:
Denied - OGMint's Media Team application
Minecraft Username: Main account: OGMint Alternative accounts: TaskSnail, StressCat & Prizebox What is your Discord? (Required): OGMint#3481 What is your current time zone?: EST Please describe your activity in-game (Include playtime): I often switch between my accounts because my main is a...
schoolrp.net
Do you recognize you could be removed from the community team?
I understand that I could be removed from the team at any moment.
List a few things that may obstruct your progress/development on the Lore Team.
As of now, I have the time to dedicate to the duties of the team, the time I work doesn't change, so I'll always be available after 5 pm EST during weekdays, weekends may differ.
What makes you passionate about writing?:
ever since I was a kid, I was always interested in storytelling, specifically in the form of movies, shows, etc. Creating stories that give the audience different emotions is something so fascinating to me, which is why I've been developing many different skills in filmmaking, including story writing. I believe that being a part of this team of writers will help the community by creating more lore for the players to discover.
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?:
Yes, during my last film course in 2020, I began to practice a bit more my skills in storytelling by creating scripts, storyboards, and directing a few short 2D animations. I've also written lore for gangs and families on the server.
I have been using Grammarly but it has many flaws, it doesn't seem to always correct writing since it doesn't detect the tone of some writings.
In your own words, give your definition of lore: I define lore as, writing that gives information about something or someone, where some missing portions or details leave the reader thinking further to complete the full story or find the missing information.
WRITING PROMPTS:
RULES
You are expected to write in the third person, and narrate in a reliable and neutral tone. Do not focus your prompts specifically on one character’s perspective, but on a bigger picture.
There is a 200-800 word limit that applies to both prompts. Because of flow, if you need to go a little over or under, you are permitted to, but as soon as a prompt is 100 words outside the limit, you will be automatically denied.
#1
Summarize a character conflict, roleplay conflict, or event that you experienced (server-wide, personal, etcetera- there is no bar for how ‘interesting’ or ‘impactful’ it is). Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
As the club luxe was having a big opening after being closed for quite a long time, they allowed people to get in without having to pay the usual entry fee to encourage the citizens to take part in the grand reopening. The smell of many different alcoholic drinks lingered around and the bass of the music was hitting everyone’s chest, the DJ was hyping everyone up as the dance floor was getting crowded. The business at the bar seemed to be booming as everyone was acting careless, which is normal in a club.
While everyone was enjoying their time, a few people yelling was heard coming from the front entrance of the club, as the receptionists were being pushed into the main area near the dance floor, the music was lowered until completely off. As all this was happening, about 8 people in disguise rushed into the club pushing everyone towards the dance floor, one of them threw 3 shots in the air and told everyone to get on the dance floor, literally on the dance floor, everyone was sitting crowded in the center of the club as these people in disguise ran into the office of the building while some were blocking the front entrance with fully loaded Glocks, sled hammers and katanas.
A few minutes later they all gather at the entrance ready to make their escape with full bags on their backs when suddenly a loud megaphone was heard from the outside giving them orders to drop what they have and to come out, as there were many law enforcement outside.
The robbers, hearing this, yelled from the building doors to allow them to escape, or they will activate the many C4s placed around the club. The hostages began to call their loved ones giving them what could be their final goodbyes.
After about an hour of the club being held, a loud bang! was heard, and the robbers rushed out of the building to the sound of yelling, screaming, and gunshots. Seconds later, the club was flooded with officers, and gave the hostages directions to make a line and escorted them out of the building. The scene outside the club was devastating, broken windows, many police cars, and ambulances were on the road along with a police line with a big audience of citizens watching. Those being escorted to the crowd walked past a shot cop on the ground surrounded by doctors and a surgeon, the feeling of finally being safe was filled with some relief, while others were crying from the stress and fear of what could have happened, and the terrible experience of being held hostage.
Within a day, the news had reported that one of the robbers was caught and interrogated, and the other 7 managed to escape the scene with 30M in cash. The club closed once again.
#2
Create a folklore tale based on an existing area in Karakura of your choosing; Tell us a story! Show us how creative you can get. Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
Within the many green areas and parks in the island, near a cave with many bear sightings, lies something mysterious: a collection of arranged boulders, placed there more than two million years before.
In the middle is a well surrounded by various stones arranged in a small circle. Visitors speak of the beautiful views from the stones — the billowing white clouds, the rolling hills in the distance, the peaks of far-off mountains — but also its lonely emptiness — they speak of the way searching for the next outcropping of boulders feels like a treasure hunt, the wind whipping around them and causing their hats to be lost to the wind; the strange way their compasses malfunction and fail when they are around the stones, unsettling as a group of sailors navigating the seas without stars, and they speak of the questions they had when first learning about the stones that remain unanswered as they take their leave. Each step brings a new story, a new possibility, all of them hazy.
No one is quite sure how the stones got there, or certain of what they were used for. If you ask some scholars, they will tell you that they were likely carved by humans in an ancient civilization and used in religious ceremonies. If you ask the elders of the town, they will tell you
that they mark the graves of well-loved kings. If you ask the children, they will laugh and tell you that the stones were toy marbles used by giants, or perhaps the remnants of a cave inhabited by the world’s oldest-known dragon. If you ask the geologists, they will tell you that the boulders are legitimate, perhaps formed by the very eruption that eroded the land on which they sit. But they will shrug, chuckle, and tell you, “who’s to say? Who can claim to know the mysteries of a land so old?” People only now explore the area during the day, when the light is bright and the stones are not so daunting. But there will always be those who attempt to solve their mysteries by the moonlight — when the veil between this world and the next feels thinner and easier to touch.
There are those who creep up to the outcropping at midnight, without a flashlight or a map, who report that the wind sounds more like deep sighs, and claim to hear soft, mournful music emanating from the stones’ cores. It is uncertain whether they are telling the truth, lying, or just mistaking the night sounds for songs — a rushing in their ears or the distant trill of a nightbird.
There was one man who claimed that exactly at 4:00 am, the biggest stone suddenly began to glow with a blinding, iridescent white light, a fact that many dismissed as an odd reflection from
the moon, or a generous helping of one too many pre-adventure ****tails. There were reports of children who snuck out at night to meet at the base of the mountain, and play hide and seek without their parent's supervision, who swore that there were more stones than usual, jutting out at all angles and never once the same. There was one couple who visited the stones at night in hopes of seeing something incredible, only to come home and swear that the stones had simply vanished. To each person who heard, they either laughed or gasped; and either way, the claims could never be disputed or confirmed.
No matter the truth, I swore once to find the answers on my own. I would go to the stones to see them myself, rather than listen to the scores of others who had visited before me. I thought that just by seeing them, I could draw my own conclusions of their origins: they would whisper to me, provide a feeling or a flash of a memory, allow me to understand something vast and incomprehensible, reveal a secret they had been keeping for so long. But when I finally did see them in front of me, I felt the opposite. I felt empty and blocked like the stones had covered themselves with an invisible shield beyond which I would never be able to trespass. I felt, then, that the stones wanted to keep their mystery from me — whether ghostly or magical. I felt them turning my head to look away, closing my eyes to needing to understand more, an energy of silence emanating all around me, asking me not to pry. It was then that I was enveloped in an overwhelming feeling of peace.
I left the stones behind. I left their story alone. I left my footsteps for some other to follow, and watch the sunset fall behind them and sink into the dry earth.
