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?
A poor woman had only one son. She worked hard cleaning houses and grinding grain for the well-to-do families in town. They gave her some grain in return and she lived on it. But she could never afford to buy nice clothes or toys for her son. Once, when she was going to the market with some grain to sell, she asked her son, "What can I get you from the market?" He promptly replied, "A drum, Mother, get me a drum." The mother knew she would never have enough money to buy a drum for her son. She went to the market, sold the grain, and bought some gram flour and some salt. She felt sad that she was coming home empty-handed. So when she saw a nice piece of wood on the road, she picked it up and brought it home to her son. The son didn't know what to do with it.
Yet he carried it with him when he went out to play. An old woman was lighting her woodstove with some cow-dung patties. The fire was not catching and there was smoke all around and it made the old woman's eyes water. The boy stopped and asked why she was crying. She said that she couldn't light her fire and cook. The boy said, "I have a nice piece of wood and you can start your fire with it." The old woman was very pleased, lit the fire, made some bread, and gave a piece to the boy.
He took the bread and walked on till he came upon a potter's wife. Her child was crying and flailing his arms. The boy stopped and asked her why the child was crying. The potter's wife said the child was hungry and she had nothing in the house to give him. The boy gave the bread in his hand to the hungry child, who ate it eagerly and stopped crying. The potter's wife was grateful to the boy and gave him a pot.
When he walked on, he came to the river, where he saw a washerman and his wife quarreling. The boy stopped and asked the man why he was scolding and beating his wife. The washerman said, "This woman broke the only pot we had. Now I've nothing to boil my clothes in before I wash them." The boy said, "Here, don't quarrel, take this pot and use it." The washerman was very happy to get a large pot. He gave the boy a coat in return.
The boy walked on. He soon came to a bridge, where he saw a man shivering in the cold without so much as a shirt on him. He asked the man what had happened to his shirt, and the man said, "I was coming to the city on this horse. Robbers attacked me and took everything, even my shirt." The boy said, "Don't worry. You can have this coat." The man took the coat and said, "You're very kind, and I want to give you this horse."
The boy took the horse, and very soon he ran into a wedding party with the musicians, the bridegroom, and his family, but all of them were sitting under a tree with long faces. The boy stopped and asked why they looked so depressed. The bridegroom's father said, "We're all set to go in a wedding procession. But we need a horse for the bridegroom. The man who was supposed to bring it hasn't arrived. The bridegroom can't arrive on foot. It's getting late, and we'll miss the auspicious hour for the wedding." So the boy offered them his horse, and they were delighted. When the bridegroom asked him what he could do in return, the boy said, "You can give me something: that drum your musician is carrying." The bridegroom had no trouble persuading the drummer to give the drum to the boy. The drummer knew he could easily buy another with the money he was going to get.
The boy now rushed home to his mother, beating his new drum, and told her how he got it, beginning with a piece of wood from the roadside.
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