Post by aleeria on Aug 16, 2007 9:26:05 GMT -5
Botswana's Kingdom
Url: www.botswana.proboards83.com/index.cgi
Roleplaying Level?: If you check out some of the posts, you can see that the posts are pretty long. Well, not mine, as only about two people are active, but a girl named Taylor's posts are amazing. Very Intermediat to Advanced. Over two 4-5 sentence paragraphs.
Takes place: Future
Animals allowed: horses
The Americans were screwing up, big time. Land after land was being turned into machines, and most of its wildlife was being torn apart. Ecosystems were starting to fail, and even the most common things such as deer, geese, and horses, were starting to dissapear. President after president missed to acnowlage the fact that the USA was going to be the downfall of the world, until Asia and Africa got involved. They threatened to start a war just to save what was most beautiful.
A new law was passed and little by little improvements were starting to be made. Since it was nearly impossible to regrow what the public had cut down the African country of Botswana offered their solution. They would take all of one animal, that was precious to Americans, and regrow them in an enclosed area in their state. After nearly all the thousands of people had voted the results were astonishing. Though many had put down dog, or cat, the majority of the population had chosen the noble equine.
American farmers, breeders, and homeowners packed up their horses in large metal crates, with air holes just big enough so that the creature would stay alive. It was necessary to transport them in large quantities because the cost was already grand. Daily rounds were made by strong freight planes that loaded the horses up. They spent days in crates, bound and tied, and when they finally landed not much better came for them.
The fenced off area that was described to the president was more like a desert, a great big desert that nobody cared about, and that was going to house a couple thousand horses. Though there wewre few oasis' sprinkled across the sandy terrain, there wasn't much to hope for. All that they could say was that they were home, back in the wild where they belonged.
Url: www.botswana.proboards83.com/index.cgi
Roleplaying Level?: If you check out some of the posts, you can see that the posts are pretty long. Well, not mine, as only about two people are active, but a girl named Taylor's posts are amazing. Very Intermediat to Advanced. Over two 4-5 sentence paragraphs.
Takes place: Future
Animals allowed: horses
The Americans were screwing up, big time. Land after land was being turned into machines, and most of its wildlife was being torn apart. Ecosystems were starting to fail, and even the most common things such as deer, geese, and horses, were starting to dissapear. President after president missed to acnowlage the fact that the USA was going to be the downfall of the world, until Asia and Africa got involved. They threatened to start a war just to save what was most beautiful.
A new law was passed and little by little improvements were starting to be made. Since it was nearly impossible to regrow what the public had cut down the African country of Botswana offered their solution. They would take all of one animal, that was precious to Americans, and regrow them in an enclosed area in their state. After nearly all the thousands of people had voted the results were astonishing. Though many had put down dog, or cat, the majority of the population had chosen the noble equine.
American farmers, breeders, and homeowners packed up their horses in large metal crates, with air holes just big enough so that the creature would stay alive. It was necessary to transport them in large quantities because the cost was already grand. Daily rounds were made by strong freight planes that loaded the horses up. They spent days in crates, bound and tied, and when they finally landed not much better came for them.
The fenced off area that was described to the president was more like a desert, a great big desert that nobody cared about, and that was going to house a couple thousand horses. Though there wewre few oasis' sprinkled across the sandy terrain, there wasn't much to hope for. All that they could say was that they were home, back in the wild where they belonged.
