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@planar-productions
Just found this blog via the employee dismissal posts. I understand that this might make my request seem in poor taste, but I would have asked regardless: âWill writer acceptance interviews ever open up again in the future?â This seems like an exciting blog and wish it well no matter the answer to my query.
No one has actually been fired, I am sorry to say.
Announcement, Announcement, Announcement!
Due to creative differences and for getting their character killed off before we even got to chapter one, @kasfentheghost has been terminated from @planar-productions
Also, @maris-solstice has been terminated as well due to fighting with a producer and for doing the editorâs job by correcting spelling mistakes
That is all.
Another Announcement! @delver-of-seacrest, AKA, @juraj-reznik-simic-biomancer, has been terminated for calling people nerds
@syxverra has just been terminated due to impersonating a member of Human ResourcesÂ
And @chelsea-beleren-vess has been fired due to firing too many people for dumb reasons.
Can I be fired too?
come work for me
i pay better
Lies. Youâll work 39 hours a week, then be told youâre only part-time, with no access to benefits.Â
you get free healthcare
...but do they really?
Announcement, Announcement, Announcement!
Due to creative differences and for getting their character killed off before we even got to chapter one, @kasfentheghost has been terminated from @planar-productions
Also, @maris-solstice has been terminated as well due to fighting with a producer and for doing the editorâs job by correcting spelling mistakes
That is all.
Another Announcement! @delver-of-seacrest, AKA, @juraj-reznik-simic-biomancer, has been terminated for calling people nerds
@syxverra has just been terminated due to impersonating a member of Human ResourcesÂ
And @chelsea-beleren-vess has been fired due to firing too many people for dumb reasons.
Can I be fired too?
come work for me
i pay better
Lies. Youâll work 39 hours a week, then be told youâre only part-time, with no access to benefits.Â
Announcement, Announcement, Announcement!
Due to creative differences and for getting their character killed off before we even got to chapter one, @kasfentheghost has been terminated from @planar-productions
Also, @maris-solstice has been terminated as well due to fighting with a producer and for doing the editorâs job by correcting spelling mistakes
That is all.
Another Announcement! @delver-of-seacrest, AKA, @juraj-reznik-simic-biomancer, has been terminated for calling people nerds
@syxverra has just been terminated due to impersonating a member of Human ResourcesÂ
And @chelsea-beleren-vess has been fired due to firing too many people for dumb reasons.
Can I be fired too?
Announcement, Announcement, Announcement!
Due to creative differences and for getting their character killed off before we even got to chapter one, @kasfentheghost has been terminated from @planar-productions
Also, @maris-solstice has been terminated as well due to fighting with a producer and for doing the editorâs job by correcting spelling mistakes
That is all.
Another Announcement! @delver-of-seacrest, AKA, @juraj-reznik-simic-biomancer, has been terminated for calling people nerds
@syxverra has just been terminated due to impersonating a member of Human ResourcesÂ
And @chelsea-beleren-vess has been fired due to firing too many people for dumb reasons.
Announcement, Announcement, Announcement!
Due to creative differences and for getting their character killed off before we even got to chapter one, @kasfentheghost has been terminated from @planar-productions
Also, @maris-solstice has been terminated as well due to fighting with a producer and for doing the editorâs job by correcting spelling mistakes
That is all.
Another Announcement! @delver-of-seacrest, AKA, @juraj-reznik-simic-biomancer, has been terminated for calling people nerds
@syxverra has just been terminated due to impersonating a member of Human ResourcesÂ
Announcement, Announcement, Announcement!
Due to creative differences and for getting their character killed off before we even got to chapter one, @kasfentheghost has been terminated from @planar-productions
Also, @maris-solstice has been terminated as well due to fighting with a producer and for doing the editorâs job by correcting spelling mistakes
That is all.
Another Announcement! @delver-of-seacrest, AKA, @juraj-reznik-simic-biomancer, has been terminated for calling people nerds
Announcement, Announcement, Announcement!
Due to creative differences and for getting their character killed off before we even got to chapter one, @kasfentheghost has been terminated from @planar-productions
Also, @maris-solstice has been terminated as well due to fighting with a producer and for doing the editorâs job by correcting spelling mistakes
That is all.
âThat Dude Ainât Got No Headâ
Chapter One:Â Murder: Baked Goods
He ainât got no head
Regarding Our Absence and Continuity
We at Planar Productions know that our readers have been waiting a long time, and wanted to address our long absence since Halloween. In the weeks since, our lead writer @syxverra, who penned the majority of our prologue, experienced two family emergencies that had to be addressed. She deeply apologizes for her hiatus and is now back and ready to write. In addition, several of the other writers, as well as the editor, have been swamped with finals, overwhelmed with stuff from IRL jobs, etc. which has contributed to the delay as well.
In addition, it has come to our attention that there has been some confusion as to the canonical state of Planar Productions in the context of the Magic RP community. It is never our intention to stifle creativity or stop people from forming relationships with others in the community. After all, this project wouldnât exist without the cooperation, teamwork, and friendship of those working on Planar Productions.
In light of these questions as to how Planar Productions fits into the canon, we have decided to forge forward with the story as previously planned, and our readers can decide for themselves how âcanonâ they want to consider our story. This project is a fanfiction first and foremost and the most important part of a fanfiction is that it is enjoyed by the readers, canonical or not.Â
With that being said, our writers will be working hard to get Chapter One out by Sunday, December 17th. We hope this hiatus has not soured your taste for our story, and weâll see you then.
Dear Planar Productions, I wanted to express my excitement about your next chapter, I hope it is posted soon!! Sincerely, Theren Everwood
Soon
y'all alive?
We think so?
Dear Planar Productions, As a concerned bard who love reading your tales, when will the next installment come out? Sincerely, TE, a concerned half elven bard
Soon
PSA
In light of recent events, we at Planar Productions have felt the need to speak out. We are aware that some of our members have been associated with and engaged in some RP activities that were aggressive, violent, and could even be considered toxic. Let it be known that Planar Productions does not, in any way, condone these kinds of behaviors. Those among our members that had been associated with those RPs have expressed their regrets and are doing their best to make amends for their effects on those of the community that these actions have negatively impacted. Again, we at Planar Productions do not stand for toxicity or wanton violence in this community. We hope that those who have engaged in these behaviors that are not among the members of Planar Productions see this and are compelled to think long and hard about their actions in regards to future RPs. Thank you all for your time.
Prologue: A Grisly Spectacle
A shadowy figure crept through the Ninth District. His eyes flashed from side to side as he wandered down alley after alley, watching for easy targets, lawmen, and witnesses in equal measure. The air was damp, the rising scent of wet grass signifying that people had recently finished tending to their various gardens and washing the nearby buildings. The citizens would be settling down for the night. Thoroughly satisfied that he was alone, the man approached a quiet storefront.
With the loud crash of glass shattering, he broke through the front door, taking care not to cut himself on the falling shards. His surroundings were that of a quaint bakery. It was even homey in the dead of night. Though the display glasses were empty, the smell of rising bread and sweet treats lingered in the air like a fond memory. Overall an unassuming, typical shop in the Ninth. The thief knew better, though. Heâd heard from some of his contacts that the shopâs owner had recently come to own a rather lovely jewel. There were whispers she was looking to sell, but why should he pay when he could just take?
He began to not-so-carefully ransack the store, tipping boxes of ingredients onto the floor, rummaging through drawers, and even tipping over some of the display cases before he finally found a small lock box. This has to be it! The man pulled a set of lock picks from his pockets and set to work, twisting, pushing, and pulling until he heard a dull click as the box popped open.
Laying inside was a gem, large enough to fill the palm of his hand. It was a deep purple, darkening to stark black in some places. It was ovate and perfectly smooth all the way around, not a single imperfection. When he lifted it, he could feel the sheer mass of it, dense and surely valuable. With a triumphant smirk, he tucked the gem into his leathers and turned for the door.
Something wasnât right, however. As the thief stepped outside, he felt a heavy feeling settling on him, as if a pair of eyes watched over him from the shadows. He spun around, searching for perhaps some guard patrol, or maybe the owner of the shop coming to investigate the sounds coming from the bakery. Instead he found, appearing from nearby shadows, a huge man dressed in all black, the gaps in his clothing showing the powerful musculature underneath. Over his shoulder he carried a huge, two-handed hammer, and at his belt glowed a small blue blade, almost like a dagger.
The beast of a man was staring right at the thief.
The guildless criminal was no fighter; he turned heel and tried to run, only for a deep pain to collide with his skull, throwing him head-first into the nearby wall. Dazed and terrified, he braced himself against the wall, and felt the thick, sticky feeling of blood as he tried to push himself to his feet. The shadowy monster gripped the thief by the hair and lifted his head back, as the thief saw the blade flash in front of his face, a beetle-like symbol adorning the hilt.
âDimi-â the thief choked, as the blade was drawn across his throat.
Our prologue! Enjoy!
When will there be more?
SoonâŠâŠish
NOT SOON ENOUGH
Prologue: A Grisly Spectacle
A shadowy figure crept through the Ninth District. His eyes flashed from side to side as he wandered down alley after alley, watching for easy targets, lawmen, and witnesses in equal measure. The air was damp, the rising scent of wet grass signifying that people had recently finished tending to their various gardens and washing the nearby buildings. The citizens would be settling down for the night. Thoroughly satisfied that he was alone, the man approached a quiet storefront.
With the loud crash of glass shattering, he broke through the front door, taking care not to cut himself on the falling shards. His surroundings were that of a quaint bakery. It was even homey in the dead of night. Though the display glasses were empty, the smell of rising bread and sweet treats lingered in the air like a fond memory. Overall an unassuming, typical shop in the Ninth. The thief knew better, though. Heâd heard from some of his contacts that the shopâs owner had recently come to own a rather lovely jewel. There were whispers she was looking to sell, but why should he pay when he could just take?
He began to not-so-carefully ransack the store, tipping boxes of ingredients onto the floor, rummaging through drawers, and even tipping over some of the display cases before he finally found a small lock box. This has to be it! The man pulled a set of lock picks from his pockets and set to work, twisting, pushing, and pulling until he heard a dull click as the box popped open.
Laying inside was a gem, large enough to fill the palm of his hand. It was a deep purple, darkening to stark black in some places. It was ovate and perfectly smooth all the way around, not a single imperfection. When he lifted it, he could feel the sheer mass of it, dense and surely valuable. With a triumphant smirk, he tucked the gem into his leathers and turned for the door.
Something wasnât right, however. As the thief stepped outside, he felt a heavy feeling settling on him, as if a pair of eyes watched over him from the shadows. He spun around, searching for perhaps some guard patrol, or maybe the owner of the shop coming to investigate the sounds coming from the bakery. Instead he found, appearing from nearby shadows, a huge man dressed in all black, the gaps in his clothing showing the powerful musculature underneath. Over his shoulder he carried a huge, two-handed hammer, and at his belt glowed a small blue blade, almost like a dagger.
The beast of a man was staring right at the thief.
The guildless criminal was no fighter; he turned heel and tried to run, only for a deep pain to collide with his skull, throwing him head-first into the nearby wall. Dazed and terrified, he braced himself against the wall, and felt the thick, sticky feeling of blood as he tried to push himself to his feet. The shadowy monster gripped the thief by the hair and lifted his head back, as the thief saw the blade flash in front of his face, a beetle-like symbol adorning the hilt.
âDimi-â the thief choked, as the blade was drawn across his throat.
Our prologue! Enjoy!
When will there be more?
Soon......ish
Prologue: A Grisly Spectacle
A shadowy figure crept through the Ninth District. His eyes flashed from side to side as he wandered down alley after alley, watching for easy targets, lawmen, and witnesses in equal measure. The air was damp, the rising scent of wet grass signifying that people had recently finished tending to their various gardens and washing the nearby buildings. The citizens would be settling down for the night. Thoroughly satisfied that he was alone, the man approached a quiet storefront.
With the loud crash of glass shattering, he broke through the front door, taking care not to cut himself on the falling shards. His surroundings were that of a quaint bakery. It was even homey in the dead of night. Though the display glasses were empty, the smell of rising bread and sweet treats lingered in the air like a fond memory. Overall an unassuming, typical shop in the Ninth. The thief knew better, though. Heâd heard from some of his contacts that the shop's owner had recently come to own a rather lovely jewel. There were whispers she was looking to sell, but why should he pay when he could just take?
He began to not-so-carefully ransack the store, tipping boxes of ingredients onto the floor, rummaging through drawers, and even tipping over some of the display cases before he finally found a small lock box. This has to be it! The man pulled a set of lock picks from his pockets and set to work, twisting, pushing, and pulling until he heard a dull click as the box popped open.
Laying inside was a gem, large enough to fill the palm of his hand. It was a deep purple, darkening to stark black in some places. It was ovate and perfectly smooth all the way around, not a single imperfection. When he lifted it, he could feel the sheer mass of it, dense and surely valuable. With a triumphant smirk, he tucked the gem into his leathers and turned for the door.
Something wasnât right, however. As the thief stepped outside, he felt a heavy feeling settling on him, as if a pair of eyes watched over him from the shadows. He spun around, searching for perhaps some guard patrol, or maybe the owner of the shop coming to investigate the sounds coming from the bakery. Instead he found, appearing from nearby shadows, a huge man dressed in all black, the gaps in his clothing showing the powerful musculature underneath. Over his shoulder he carried a huge, two-handed hammer, and at his belt glowed a small blue blade, almost like a dagger.
The beast of a man was staring right at the thief.
The guildless criminal was no fighter; he turned heel and tried to run, only for a deep pain to collide with his skull, throwing him head-first into the nearby wall. Dazed and terrified, he braced himself against the wall, and felt the thick, sticky feeling of blood as he tried to push himself to his feet. The shadowy monster gripped the thief by the hair and lifted his head back, as the thief saw the blade flash in front of his face, a beetle-like symbol adorning the hilt.
âDimi-â the thief choked, as the blade was drawn across his throat.
