Superhuman Prison RP

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Right, and you've said that several times....we get it.

[Philote]

Right....I've said it once. If you just feel like arguing, post with someone else

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Oh, you two. Hush before I send you to your respective corners.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

You said it more than once...just in a different way.....in the RP....now I'm done.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Thanks for that.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I said I was done....moving on.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Okay, it's been a while. Think we can get to discussing this again?

Not nearly ready for the re-boot, but it would be fun to get prepared in advanced. Ya know, get creative juices flowing...

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Will we be starting where we left off or starting fresh?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

I think starting off fresh will be best.

Unless you have some reason we should continue where we left off; I'm open to suggestions, either way.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

So, what kind of prison is this. A normal one, or one of those completely over the top ones like Impel Down?

[Philote]

Definitely over the top

I don't think we should restart, I wouldn't want to redo what we have already completed.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I'd say its pretty over the top considering its its own dimension and basically drives you to insanity if not death.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Okay, fine, then we should think of a way to kill off characters who are no longer around to participate.

Oh, and I'll need to edit the most recent part (where we encounter a village-like thing?). Because I got kinda carried away, and forgot that I have absolutely NO civilized life in these realms besides those Diminutives whose village we passed through.

And fortunate for you, we didn't encounter those at night, or THEY wouldn't be civilized either.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Mr. Miscreant wrote

basically drives you to insanity if not death.

 And not necessarily in that order...

[Celadon's Penultimate]

You be the judge...

In the thread 'How would you react?', Shadowulf1 re- wrote

Now, to get started on MY prison/banishment dimensions.

I mean technically, I had already designed them years ago, but I suppose I could detail them for you

OKAY...done with my prison/banishment dimensions.

The rules of the worlds below are as follows:

ONE or small FEW powers

No magic (AT ALL; even MAGIC ITEMS)

No clothes other than the bare essentials (all accessories, tools, weapons, armor...GONE)

No escape (there is no temporal or dimensional alteration you could perform will allow you to leave before the Elementals, the Drym or the Penultimate desire you to be allowed to leave)

No requirements (you can feel sleepy, but you can't sleep; you can feel hungry, but have no need to eat; you can feel thirsty, but you have no need to drink; you can feel choked by the air, but you have no need to breathe)

Okay, now it's time to actually tell you about my prison realms, set aside for only the worst criminals.

1) Delirium- The Plane of Illusion

This plane is filled with all manner of illusion, hallucination and deception; nearly every creature here is capable of shapeshifting; the skies are always a hazy blackish-bluish-purple, and the air feels empty. Your every fantasy is mixed together nicely and neatly with your every horrid, unthinkable nightmare. Nothing feels real, because nothing IS real. Everything you experience is subject to your darkest dreams, and your most wicked imaginings. The only flowers and plants you'll see are the fields of hallucinogenic poppies; one sniff of them, and you'll fall into a deep, paralyzing, nightmarish sleep. The only creatures with a definite form are the myriad of imps and boogey-monsters that stalk the darkness. These beings shape the very appearance of this dreaded world by tapping into your darkest subconscious.

2) Demens- The Plane of Madness

This plane is one step worse that Delirium. Instead of causing you to see illusions and dreams in a delirious, delusional jumble, this place is very much real, and can easily make contact with your body. However, this plane sticks strictly to your fears, and the most traumatic moments of your life. It seems as though any being here is hell-bent on driving you mad, and snapping what little of your sanity that you had left from your stay in Delirium. The skies are filled with endless moans of the mad, and screams of pure and utter terror, and the wind smells like all manner of gross uncleanliness; At first, you might fear that everything you're seeing is once again an elaborate delusion, but that assumption will be shattered the first time you nearly get struck by a lightning bolt, or find yourself falling from a mountainside cliff, or have to escape the hordes of head-hunters, boogeymen, wraiths and all manner of monsters and demons, both big and small.

3) Dis- The Plane of Torture

This plane is by far the worst of the three planes to encounter. It is filled with illusions, like Delirium, and evil creatures and chaotic environment like Demens, but here the creatures are not hell-bent on making you kooky, or making you go crazy; they want you to DIE. Any creature that catches sight of you here will chase you hatefully, and call others to do the same, and the roads are covered in rusted metal and glass. The air smells like sewage and blood, and the buildings are dilapidated and provide only temporary shelter from the constantly shifting weather (which changes about every thirty minute). In the middle of this terrible realm, there is an immense tower. On the outside, there is only one door; once you step inside, there are four. One door will let you exit back out into the chaos of Dis. But the other three are portals to three different places. One will take you back to the beginning, to Delirium. The other to Demens. However, there is a fourth, beside the other two and the one that lets your return to the outside; that fourth door will lead you to the next world.

4) Vas Erebus- The Plane of Emptiness

This plane is the fourth and final installment of Celadon's darkest realms. It is entirely empty, except the cold of the winds, and the scent of grave dirt. This plane is not one of torture or attacking monsters, or wearying delusions. It is the plane of utter loneliness and near-silence. No buildings, no trees, no mountains and most definitely no creatures. The inhabitants of this plane cannot even see, hear, feel or otherwise interact with ONE ANOTHER. What's worse, this realm expands endlessly, so that being lost truly has no meaning there. There is no true left or right, and among the only sounds one can ever encounter hear is the howling of the winds, the tortured whispers of one's own battered mind and the taunting jeers of the deepest corners of solitude. The voice is utterly stricken away in this place.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Just passing through...

[Marvelous Miscreant]

You'll have to do more than just "pass through" to get this off the ground again.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Long as it's in your subconscious, that's great. I don't wanna forget to bring this back up again.

I just hope everybody's prepped when finally I do the relaunch.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Bringing this back to the forefront, too.

I want to consider some other RPs to move onto, when the current ones are finished.