JET is now Open. I have fixed up some spots, but please be active guys. We seriously need it. Or JET will close again.
March 15th
JET has closed down temporarily. Due to the lack of RP, Romeo and I are going to fix the site up a bit. If you really want to help JET, please tell everyone you know about it. Verbal advertisements and site advertisements would be a huge help. The faster you advertise, the faster JET will open up. Thanks guys.
- Kat and Romeo.
Febuary 21st
Well, we have 12 members now and I guess that is a success. We are still lacking RPing, and it is very important that new members read the rules. Hopefully after we have about 20 members the rping will go up some. Thanks guys.
- Katalina
Well, this is a new start for JET, since we are a brand new, and still young site. I have high hopes for this site, so I hope you all are gonna advertise so people can join us. I know I will. I am still trying to pick 4 more co admins, and 2 global mod and 2 mod. All of these spots are important, and even if your a beta, you may not be part of our staff. Even though the Betas are the second highest ranking member, please do not beg for a spot. There are 2 main betas in each Gang, and they will be the co admins. There will be one moderator assigned to each gang to make sure everything is tip top shape. Me and Romeo are in charge, so any HUGE concerns should be PMed to us. Thanks, and I hope you all have fun here!
Season
Winter is coming to a close, and even though it is still pretty chilly, the flowers are starting to bloom. Expect a lot of rain.
A month.
A year.
All this time has passed, and you can still hear the screams, the yowls. You can smell the fear, the blood, the anger and disloyalty of the rather pointless massacre.
The cats were leaving one gang to the next, smuggling their loved ones away from the chaos, the blood. No feline could sleep peacefully as the time dragged onwards with all the raiding of the camps that were miscellaneously placed anywhere, keeping boundaries strong.
The beginning of this massacre, this war, was simply because Katalina and Romeo were fighting, only amongst themselves. Romeo was the first to strike, that camp was his, too good for the sharks damn hides. He sent his warriors to destroy them, kill them all at once so this stupid dispute could be over with. But they were defeated, rather easily actually, the sharks seemed to know this was coming. As a sign of her fury, Katalina gave Romeo quite the scar on his face, perfectly vertical across his left eye. This would go on forever if it had to. The sharks would never surrender their territory, and the lions would never give up.
But the Sharks were strong. They had won the first battle. But it wasn't over yet.
For more punishment, Katalina gave them the downtown; smoke and fires, most areas covered in blood and rubbage, while the sharks slept comfortably among thick boxes and deserted apartment homes. This war was never over, and would continue as long as Romeo and Katalina lived on.
...but how long would they live, with this hate in their hearts?
The Close Alliance « Thread Started on Mar 3, 2009, 4:33am »
One day a farmer went with his bullocks to plough his field. He had just turned the first furrow, when a tiger walked up to him and said, "Peace be with you, friend! How are you this fine morning?"
"The same to you, my lord, and I am pretty well, thank you!" returned the farmer, quaking with fear, but thinking it wisest to be polite.
"I am glad to hear it," replied the tiger cheerfully, "because Providence has sent me to eat your two bullocks. You are a God-fearing man, I know, so make haste and unyoke them."
"My friend, are you sure you are not making a mistake?" asked the farmer, whose courage had returned now that he knew it was merely a question of gobbling up bullocks, "because Providence sent me to plough this field, and, in order to plough, one must have oxen. Had you not better go and make further inquiries?"
"There is no occasion for delay, and I should be sorry to keep you waiting," returned the tiger. "If you'll unyoke the bullocks I'll be ready in a moment." With that the savage creature fell to sharpening his teeth and claws in a very significant manner.
But the farmer begged and prayed that his oxen might not be eaten, and promised that if the tiger would spare them, he would give in exchange a fine fat young milch cow, which his wife had tied up in the yard at home.
To this the tiger agreed, and, taking the oxen with him, the farmer went sadly homewards. Seeing him return so early from the fields, his wife, who was a stirring, busy woman, called out, "What! lazybones!-- back already, and my work just beginning!"
Then the farmer explained how he had met the tiger, and how to save the bullocks he had promised the milch cow in exchange. At this the wife began to cry, saying, "A likely story, indeed!--saving your stupid old bullocks at the expense of my beautiful cow! Where will the children get milk? and how can I cook my pottage and collops without butter?"
"All very fine, wife," retorted the farmer, "but how can we make bread without corn? and how can you have corn without bullocks to plough the fields? Pottage and collops are very nice, but it is better to do without milk and butter than without bread, so make haste and untie the cow."
"You great gaby!" wept the wife, "if you had an ounce of sense in your brain you'd think of some plan to get out of the scrape!"
"Think yourself!" cried the husband, in a rage.
"Very well!" returned the wife; "but if I do the thinking you must obey orders; I can't do both. Go back to the tiger, and tell him the cow wouldn't come along with you, but that your wife is bringing it."
The farmer, who was a great coward, didn't half like the idea of going back empty-handed to the tiger, but as he could think of no other plan he did as he was bid, and found the beast still sharpening his teeth and claws for very hunger; and when he heard he had to wait still longer for his dinner, he began to prowl about, and lash his tail, and curl his whiskers, in a most terrible manner, causing the poor farmer's knees to knock together with terror.
Now, when the farmer had left the house, his wife went to the stable and saddled the pony; then she put on her husband's best clothes, tied the turban very high, so as to make her look as tall as possible, bestrode the pony, and set off to the field where the tiger was.
She rode along, swaggering and blustering, till she came to where the lane turned into the field, and then she called out, as bold as brass, "Now, please the powers! I may find a tiger in this place; for I haven't tasted tiger's meat since yesterday, when, as luck would have it, I ate three for breakfast."
Hearing these words, and seeing the speaker ride boldly at him, the tiger became so alarmed that he turned tail, and bolted into the forest, going away at such a headlong pace that he nearly overturned his own jackal; for tigers always have a jackal of their own, who, as it were, waits at table and clears away the bones.
"My lord! my lord!" cried the jackal, "whither away so fast?"
"Run! run!" panted the tiger, "there's the very devil of a horseman in yonder fields, who thinks nothing of eating three tigers for breakfast!"
At this the jackal sblack personed in his sleeve. "My dear lord," said he, "the sun has dazzled your eyes! That was no horseman, but only the farmer's wife dressed up as a man!"
"Are you quite sure?" asked the tiger, pausing.
"Quite sure, my lord," repeated the jackal, "and if your lordship's eyes had not been dazzled by--ahem!--the sun, your lordship would have seen her pigtail hanging down behind."
"But you may be mistaken!" persisted the cowardly tiger, "it was the very devil of a horseman to look at!"
"Who's afraid?" replied the brave jackal. "Come! don't give up your dinner because of a woman!"
"But you may be bribed to betray me!" argued the tiger, who, like all cowards, was suspicious.
"Let us go together, then!" returned the gallant jackal.
"Nay! but you may take me there and then run away!" insisted the tiger cunningly.
"In that case, let us tie our tails together, and then I can't!" The jackal, you see, was determined not to be done out of his bones.
To this the tiger agreed, and having tied their tails together in a reef-knot, the pair set off arm-in-arm.
Now the farmer and his wife had remained in the field, laughing over the trick she had played on the tiger, when, lo and behold! what should they see but the gallant pair coming back ever so bravely, with their tails tied together.
"Run!" cried the farmer, "we are lost! we are lost!"
"Nothing of the kind, you great fool!" answered his wife coolly, "if you will only stop that noise and be quiet. I can't hear myself speak!"
Then she waited till the pair were within hail, when she called out politely, "How very kind of you, dear Mr. Jackal, to bring me such a nice fat tiger! I shan't be a moment finishing my share of him, and then you can have the bones."
At these words the tiger became wild with fright, and, quite forgetting the jackal, and that reef-knot in their tails, he bolted away full tilt, dragging the jackal behind him. Bumpety, bump, bump, over the stones!--crash, scratch, patch, through the briars!
In vain the poor jackal howled and shrieked to the tiger to stop,--the noise behind him only frightened the coward more; and away he went, helter-skelter, hurry-scurry, over hill and dale, till he was nearly dead with fatigue, and the jackal was quite dead from bumps and bruises.
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