The result of a random conversation about Furc

[jenioctavia]

If the World Was Furcadia

If the world was Furcadia...
There would be eight continents, but traveling between each could happen in the blink of an eye and would be free. That would make vacations alot easier, yeah?
There would be hidden places that only certain people could get to, of course, but we'll get to that later.
FurN would be blocked claiming you need to be atleast 18 years of age to enter, but entry is as simple as a click of a button. Its not like anyone pays attention to that warning anyway, right?
Extramarital sexual activity would be everywhere, STDs would be rampant but some how manage to stay within FurN and never go outside of its borders. Children and slaves would overpopulate every inch of the map, and random people would lay in your path way while screaming at you in big capital letters to go around them. And if you hit a certain button, you'd be randomly transported near a firepit. Just pray you don't land IN the fire pit.
In Imag there'd be pricks on every corner huddled in little masses as they taunt the passersby and stood on soapboxes like deranged homeless men shouting the end of the world. The road would randomly throw you down it if you stood in one spot too long. You might want to bring some padding if you're going there, 'cause that might hurt. Twinks would be killed and respawn every second by thier unfathaomable powers of twinkness. Or they might just ignore attacks all together. Despite this, somewhere in random crevases and nooks, decent plots will be played out by people who know what they're doing, epic battles will be fought, and all you'd need to get in would be a decent personal description. Things would look nicer then the real world, and your form would change according to where you were currently planning on setting up your plot. That and the decent plots would be the only reason I'd stay in such a place.
In AI people would lay EVERYWHERE. For no reason what so ever. In the middle of pathways, on the roads, over the walkways and whereever they really wanted to, actually. You'd fall in to random people's "houses" by tripping over these strange streetlayers. The paths like to throw here, too, so padding is recomended again. Everywhere you look there's orphanages for all sorts of children, Pokemon and other video game based lands, schools, be they of the magic or regular varity, and animal reserves.
Acropolis would be very, very busy in one corner while the rest of the place is a ghost town. There might be a modern realm or two, but for the most part there's nothing too terribly interesting around. Most of the commoners would ignore you, if they didn't instantly recgonize you or know you from a pervious location.
Challenges would have maybe ten people at any given time, and all of them would be surrounded by giant oversized board games. You might get thwaped with a random pillow and challeneged to a strange game if any of the natives are feeling partiuclarly playful.
Meovanni would be the world's "Nob (Snob) Hill", constantly occupied by people who are convinced that they're better then everyone else. Random people obviously not native to the area would walk by with an application in thier hand timidly asking where the stage is. Festivals of varying celebrations would pop up randomly, decorating the place usually in an overbearing assortment of flowers and maypoles. The festivals would be occupied by a staggering ammount of people from noon Furcadia time to five, at which time everyone would randomly dissapear and once again leave the place deserted. Sort of like Saturday Market in Portland.
NewHaven would have most of its residents crowded around a dirty. alge infested watering hole, talking about random things that most really don't care about. Occationally a good conversation comes up, though, so don't be afraid to find a good spying place to listen. They really don't notice tourists anyway. Up the path behind a desk random people will appear, asking all too cheerfully "HOWCANIHELPYOU?" while smiling a rather eerie smile that seems to resemble a cat that's just caught its prey. Oh, this road is another throwing one. Padding recomended.
The Vinica random people would appear in red clothing and dissapear within a few seconds. Nothing much else happens here, but be warned that people in private areas do like to throw others that they don't like out here. Its not a very nice landing, probably worse then being thrown down the roads.
People who dressed in dragon, phoenix, or gryffe costumes are warshiped by the commoners on any map, and others trying to have simmilar respect would run around with cardboard plain, tri colored, or butterfly wings, flapping thier arms and attempting to fly.
And tucked away from all of this would be a place that the comoners can't get to where all the important people who make the world possible hide from the insanity of it all.
They don't know how lucky they are...

(Matt helped me write this. xD And I'm not neccisarily dissing any one part or player of Furc with this, its just random observations from two players. ^^; )

Comments

[kouhii.livejournal.com]

I like my cardboard wings, thank you. :)

[jenioctavia.livejournal.com]

I do too. ^_^;