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Team GEMINI is recruiting a few able bodied people for a super, duper fantastical project. Only at two chapters with a prologue it is over 47.2 thousand words and growing, this story will definitely rock the MSLN world! Now with a story of this magnitude poor little Jokulhaup doesn’t have the time to fully edit things properly in a timely fashion. He needs help! SRZ HALP!! So if you think you have what it takes to tackle this massive story head on, please read my requirements below. Of course we’re welcoming people with special talents to come join us as well. For a full list of openings we have continue reading, and for those who finish reading this all the way to the bottom you get a special present. ^.~

Positions open:
Requirements:

Editors: The more people who wish to join the easier it is for Jokulhaup. This could also spread out to other projects we have including past projects such as Melt and Face Down.

Requirements: MSN messenger, Microsoft word, a firm grasp of the English language and grammar (Because I am apparently borderline retarded when it comes to using a comma and semi-colons), abundant free time or a valid reason to be absent, and lastly must be fun!

Artists: one or two people since we already have a good friend of mine handling the official art for the project.

Requirements: MSN messenger, pencil, paper, and imagination! 8D

Creative Writers: One slot open.

Requirements: MSN messenger, Microsoft word, fancy vocabulary.

To apply simply post in this thread and state which position you are hoping you attain with a small sample of your work. If it’s an editor position I expect to see a formal reply with proper grammar.

Now I promised a special surprise to those who finished reading this. Just click on the little spoiler thing and enjoy. This is just a small snippet of the story Jokul and I are working on. Please enjoy~

Spoiler:

“Please stop, I haven’t done anything to you…”

“Did you hear that guys? She’s begging for mercy! What a weakling.” The three boys burst out into laughter, their wee little testosterone filled brains believing what Amuro had said was tremendously amusing. “The baby looks like she’s about to cry!”

What do they know?

“Come on Amuro; let’s leave before we get caught again!” Tristan begged. “We had our fun already.”

“No, no, I have one last thing I want to do.” Amuro drummed his sticky fingers on the cone. “Do you like chocolate ice-cream?”

I shrunk back trying to add even a smidgeon of distance between myself and the boy. “It’s an alright flavour, too sweet for my tastes but I still enjoy it on occasion.”
“That’s just great!” He brought his cone up into the air and aimed it at me. “Why don’t you have some then, I’m willing to share!”

The ice-cream crashed onto my head, the cone had been crushed in the process leaving bits and pieces tangled in my hair with the creamy confection. A chill ran up my spine as a droplet of ice-cream rolled down my cheek. I wanted to cry and runaway but Carim told me to sit and wait for her. The boys’ laughter rang loudly in my ears, never before have I been so humiliated.

I hate this boy.

I hate this town.

I hate the people in it.

And I hate myself for being so weak I let it happen.

“Please leave me alone…” I begged refusing to cry over this.

Amuro’s hand reached out to me his chubby fingers burying down into my hair, his nails scraping my scalp. He rubbed the ice-cream in and continued his haughty laughter. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to block out the sensation of being touched.

Why won’t they leave me alone? Carim-san…

“Hands off of the young lady,” a familiar voice growled behind Amuro.

I heard all three boys yelp in unison.

The hand on my head retreated abruptly yanking a few strands of hair out. I opened my eyes and saw ice-creams, with cones intact, on top of both Tristan’s and Amuro’s heads with my grinning guardian standing proudly behind them.

“Carim-san?” I murmured in disbelief.

Dreams do come true! 8D

( ì x î ) I feel sorry for that little girl. Lol

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I'm kinda stuck on this, too. Lol I upped prologue up a few pages. >>

Dreams do come true! 8D

( ì x î ) I feel sorry for that little girl. Lol

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Application:

  • Name: Juno
  • Position: Editor
  • Qualifications (if any): I was a beta reader/ editor for my brother's fanfic. Here's the link to his fic. (Note: The first chapter's my doing. I'm not sure about the second chapter though.)
  • Contact Info:
    • jed_argosino@yahoo.com (Yahoo Mail)
    • juno102193 (Skype ID/ Name)
    • (MSN Address)


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Application:
Name: Melissa
Position: Editor
Qualifications: *None* unless you count writing stories for a living
Contact info:

einhart.stratos (skype)

Spoiler:
Let me start by warning you: I am who I am, and I won’t change myself for any reason. This philosophy includes the retelling of my life events. There is no limit to my word usage and there will not be if the words are true to my life. Now that you’ve been warned, please allow me to introduce myself; my name is Merlin. I wish I could tell you much more, however, I don’t know much about when I was born. It’s like me asking you; “what’d you see when you came out of your mom?” All I can tell you is that I never knew my parents; I grew up in a home with two very nice people. …. Okay, what’s the point of lying? Let me restate that, “I WISH I GRE UP IN A HOME WITH NICE PEOPLE.” No, the people I grew up with were horrible. All they told me about my past was that they found me in a crate, in the middle of grassland. So, I guess that’s your background knowledge. Let’s get into the actual story shall we? I know the perfect place to start too, Logres. I grew up in Logres, oh sorry, forgot, you probably don’t know what the means, huh? Well I grew up in England, a small town in England that I can’t even recall the name of. Yeah, I didn’t know much except my chores when I was growing up. Well, you may call it chores, but I called it slave work. At around 13, I was working for my “owners.” Their names were Sir Grievdile and Lady Isiult. I remember the day I found who I truly was, that I hated. I still do actually, more than any other day.
“Hurry boy, bring my sword,” Grievdile commanded me. “FAST!” he screeched. I dropped the cloths I had in my hand and ran to the weapon case. I pulled out a sword and gave to him.
“Here, sir.” I walked back to the river, when I was shoved to the ground.
“Watch where your going Merlin, you almost stepped on my foot!” Their idiotic son said. Ryan was a lazy, fat, and idiotic child who had no manners what so ever. He did something right along the way however, because King Mark is his descendant. His fat, moronic face jiggling with fat as his head bobbed up and down with pleasure.
I get off the ground slowly and under my breath I murmur, “I wasn’t even near you, you uneducated fat bas-” and my face went plowing into the ground again. “Ouch.”
“Watch how you speak to your superiors you stupid bastard!” Yelled Lady Isiult holding a broom to my head. Anger blazed through my body as I stood up and gave her an evil stare of hatred. I licked the blood off my lower lip as I slowly looked toward her. Her face twitched with disgust and the back of her hand came flying from the broom to leave a nice red mark on my cheek. “How dare you look at me in that manner!” I got up as if nothing happened and walked back to my cloths. I heard the yells of Sir Grievdile hacking at a dummy. I bet that “dummy has more brains than the one hitting it. I picked up the clothes and started scrubbing. Anger was still in my hands as I furiously scrubbed the clothes. Suddenly my head went flying into the big bucket of water. “Don’t break that brush boy!” Isiult said holding her hand up at me. That’s 3 smacks already. I often wondered why I existed if my life was nothing but torture. I rubbed the soapy water out of my eyes and continued scrubbing. My eyes still burned and my head ached from the smacking. I looked around; Isiult was sweeping outside while the Sir and his son were hitting a dummy with a sword. I put the brush and the clothes. I closed my eyes. If only I could get a minute of rest it would be worth it. Nope.
“Get to work you lazy scrub if you want dinner tonight!” Grievdile yelled. I got back to work straight away. After I finished the clothes, I was told to wash the dishes. I rinsed and refilled my big bucket and got to work on the dishes. As I knelt down to start I noticed an owl on a branch in one of the trees outside the window. I had enough knowledge to know that owls were only out at night. This one was plump and had bright yellow eyes. It’s feathers were a light brown that glistened to a mix between brown and yellow in the sun. It turned its head and stared at me. I continued to wash the dishes, and the whole time it sat watching. Apparently I wasn’t the only one to notice, since Ryan threw an acorn at it. It flew away before the acorn could touch it. I went back to my work. Once the dishes were finished I got everything ready for dinner. The only difference today was that Ryan spilt water all over the flow. As I carried the plates to the table I slid and all the dishes fell to the floor and broke with a sharp sound I knew the old lady would here.
“You idiot! One simple task and you can’t do it without screwing up! You can eat on what you have broken rather than on the table.” Isiult screeched. I swept everything into a garbage pail and grabbed other dishes.
Once the time for dinner had come I sat on the floor as I watched everyone else eat. They threw their scraps onto the floor and left the kitchen. I ate what I could before the dog came to share with me. I pet him, as he didn’t mean any harm. He was just forced to live with idiots as much as I was. I began to clean the table when Ryan came in.
“Hello, Merto,” he greeted me.
“It’s Merlin,” I replied.
“Does it really matter? After all you are a slave, no you’re treated worse than one. You’re less of something than dirt. Look at you, your parents abandoned you, you’re good for nothing, you screw up all the time. Tisk tisk. It’s a shame because you can’t even last a minute in a war with your strength.” A bug crawled on the table to eat some of the left over food on one of the plates. “Interesting, how this little fly can eat from a plate and you can’t even do it. I wish I could have been with God when the idea of your being came into his head. I would have had him make you a maggot left in a pile of bull sh-”
“Watch what you say about me you insignificant bug,” I felt power course through my skinny body. I could feel a mix of depression and anger come from the deep trenches in my heart where nothing in my soul had been before. “I will be the greatest man to ever live one day. I will make you into nothing but a fat little piece of dirt scouring the Earth for a wisp of some type of edible material, you moronic baboon!” I yelled as the mister and mistress of the castle came surging into the room. Ryan stared at me in fear. I could feel his actual identity growing smaller and smaller. I looked into the empty void of his eyes to see a reflection of myself as my eyes turned to a bright powerful red, full of hatred and blood lust. I felt something crawl up my skin and my arms moved up with power and fury over my head. I let out a yell and forced my arms away from my body full of furry. A burst of power and energy surged through the great stone castle and forced the three family members through the walls of the castle as it crumbled down around me. In disbelief of the events that just occurred I looked around to see. The only two creatures that were unharmed was the dog and I. Sir Grievdile looked at me with wide eyes and I fled toward the thick of the forest ahead of me past the rubble that I left behind. I went from having a little bit of something to absolutely nothing.

this probably has some spelling errors but i wrote this like 5 years ago so forgive me for that

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Spoiler:
Let me start by warning you: I am who I am, and I won’t change myself for any reason. This philosophy includes the retelling of my life events. There is no limit to my word usage and there will not be if the words are true to my life. Now that you have been warned, please allow me to introduce myself; my name is Merlin. I wish I could tell you much more, however, I don’t know much about when I was born. It’s like me asking you; “What did you see when you came out of your mom?” All I can tell you is that I never knew my parents; I grew up in a home with two very nice people. …. Okay, what’s the point of lying? Let me restate that, “I WISH I GREW UP IN A HOME WITH NICE PEOPLE.” No, the people I grew up with were horrible. All they told me about my past was that they found me in a crate, in the middle of grassland. So, I guess that’s your background knowledge. Let’s get into the actual story shall we? I know the perfect place to start too, Logres. I grew up in Logres, oh sorry, forgot, you probably don’t know what the means, huh? Well I grew up in England, a small town in England that I can’t even recall the name of. Yeah, I didn’t know much except my chores when I was growing up. Well, you may call it chores, but I called it slave work. At around 13, I was working for my “owners.” Their names were Sir Grievdile and Lady Isiult. I remember the day I found who I truly was, that I hated. I still do actually, more than any other day.
“Hurry boy, bring my sword,” Grievdile commanded me. “FAST!” he screeched. I dropped the clothes I had in my hand and ran to the weapon case. I pulled out a sword and gave to him.
“Here, sir.” I walked back to the river, when I was shoved to the ground.
“Watch where your going Merlin, you almost stepped on my foot!” Their idiotic son said. Ryan was a lazy, fat, and idiotic child who had no manners what so ever. He did something right along the way however, because King Mark is his descendant. His fat, moronic face jiggling with fat as his head bobbed up and down with pleasure.
I get off the ground slowly and under my breath I murmur, “I wasn’t even near you, you uneducated fat bas-” and my face went plowing into the ground again. “Ouch.”
“Watch how you speak to your superiors you stupid bastard!” Yelled Lady Isiult holding a broom to my head. Anger blazed through my body as I stood up and gave her an evil stare of hatred. I licked the blood off my lower lip as I slowly looked toward her. Her face twitched with disgust and the back of her hand came flying from the broom to leave a nice red mark on my cheek. “How dare you look at me in that manner!” I got up as if nothing happened and walked back to my clothes. I heard the yells of Sir Grievdile hacking at a dummy. I bet that “dummy has more brains than the one hitting it. I picked up the clothes and started scrubbing. Anger was still in my hands as I furiously scrubbed the clothes. Suddenly my head went flying into the big bucket of water. “Don’t break that brush boy!” Isiult said holding her hand up at me. That’s 3 smacks already. I often wondered why I existed if my life was nothing but torture. I rubbed the soapy water out of my eyes and continued scrubbing. My eyes still burned and my head ached from the smacking. I looked around; Isiult was sweeping outside while the Sir and his son were hitting a dummy with a sword. I put the brush and the clothes. I closed my eyes. If only I could get a minute of rest it would be worth it. Nope.
“Get to work you lazy scrub if you want dinner tonight!” Grievdile yelled. I got back to work straight away. After I finished the clothes, I was told to wash the dishes. I rinsed and refilled my big bucket and got to work on the dishes. As I knelt down to start I noticed an owl on a branch in one of the trees outside the window. I had enough knowledge to know that owls were only out at night. This one was plump and had bright yellow eyes. It’s feathers were a light brown that glistened to a mix between brown and yellow in the sun. It turned its head and stared at me. I continued to wash the dishes, and the whole time it sat watching. Apparently I wasn’t the only one to notice, since Ryan threw an acorn at it. It flew away before the acorn could touch it. I went back to my work. Once the dishes were finished I got everything ready for dinner. The only difference today was that Ryan spilled water all over the flow. As I carried the plates to the table I slid and all the dishes fell to the floor and broke with a sharp sound I knew the old lady would here.
“You idiot! One simple task and you can’t do it without screwing up! You can eat on what you have broken rather than on the table.” Isiult screeched. I swept everything into a garbage pail and grabbed other dishes.
Once the time for dinner had come I sat on the floor as I watched everyone else eat. They threw their scraps onto the floor and left the kitchen. I ate what I could before the dog came to share with me. I pet him, as he didn’t mean any harm. He was just forced to live with idiots as much as I was. I began to clean the table when Ryan came in.
“Hello, Merto,” he greeted me.
“It’s Merlin,” I replied.
“Does it really matter? After all you are a slave, no you’re treated worse than one. You’re less of something than dirt. Look at you, your parents abandoned you, you’re good for nothing, you screw up all the time. Tisk tisk. It’s a shame because you can’t even last a minute in a war with your strength.” A bug crawled on the table to eat some of the left over food on one of the plates. “Interesting, how this little fly can eat from a plate and you can’t even do it. I wish I could have been with God when the idea of your being came into his head. I would have had him make you a maggot left in a pile of bull sh-”
“Watch what you say about me you insignificant bug,” I felt power course through my skinny body. I could feel a mix of depression and anger come from the deep trenches in my heart where nothing in my soul had been before. “I will be the greatest man to ever live one day. I will make you into nothing but a fat little piece of dirt scouring the Earth for a wisp of some type of edible material, you moronic baboon!” I yelled as the mister and mistress of the castle came surging into the room. Ryan stared at me in fear. I could feel his actual identity growing smaller and smaller. I looked into the empty void of his eyes to see a reflection of myself as my eyes turned to a bright powerful red, full of hatred and blood lust. I felt something crawl up my skin and my arms moved up with power and fury over my head. I let out a yell and forced my arms away from my body full of furry. A burst of power and energy surged through the great stone castle and forced the three family members through the walls of the castle as it crumbled down around me. In disbelief of the events that just occurred I looked around to see. The only two creatures that were unharmed was the dog and I. Sir Grievdile looked at me with wide eyes and I fled toward the thick of the forest ahead of me past the rubble that I left behind. I went from having a little bit of something to absolutely nothing.
Here is a spell checked copy. Hope you enjoy my little sample

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Chapter 2 has 160pages at 76k words. Still need a few more people to help Jokul out, I'm going to kill the poor bastard one of these days.

Dreams do come true! 8D

( ì x î ) I feel sorry for that little girl. Lol

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When can the Editors start helping out?

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As soon as I can jot down everyone's information and breathe. It's been really hectic at work, my restaurant is filled to the brim with large reservations and I'm swamped. But as of now Prologue and Chapter 1 are in the process of being expanded and Chapter 2... I don't even want to think about.

Dreams do come true! 8D

( ì x î ) I feel sorry for that little girl. Lol

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Position: Artist
Qualification: http://aremertsebhe.deviantart.com/(although I'm sorry since I'm not a frequent uploader... just tryin' my luck *eheh*)
Contact info: (ym/email); (msn)

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Einhart, I'd like to know your availabilities so I can give you a small interview. We can meet up in nanofate chat and go from there. I've already accepted Juno into the group, so I'd like to meet with you as well.

Dreams do come true! 8D

( ì x î ) I feel sorry for that little girl. Lol

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I'll be on all day today and a little bit after 6 tomorrow if you want to have the interview then

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Sorry I couldn't get to you today, I was really busy.

Dreams do come true! 8D

( ì x î ) I feel sorry for that little girl. Lol

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AMGAMGAMGAMGAMG!!!!!! GET YOUR BUTT ON MSN RIGHT NOW!!!!!

Dreams do come true! 8D

( ì x î ) I feel sorry for that little girl. Lol

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Prologue is nearing completion, so I am looking for one person to join our test group. This person shall get a copy of every completed chapter before release. Only thing required of this person is that they read the chapters very closely and point out any errors my team of editors have missed and offer opinions on how to make the chapter they had just finished reading better. If you think you can handle this please post a reply here and I'll reply as quickly as I can.

Dreams do come true! 8D

( ì x î ) I feel sorry for that little girl. Lol

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Reply.

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Yagami = Im a gay

Hayate Yagami.... it ALL MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dreams do come true! 8D

( ì x î ) I feel sorry for that little girl. Lol

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TEST GROUP.

Hi Yuki. XD

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