arxchnophobia
New member
- Joined
- Dec 21, 2023
- Messages
- 8
- Reaction score
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- Points
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In-Game User
arxchn0ph0bia
What's your age? (Preferred, but optional)
21
Do you have Discord? If so, what's your username?
arachnoph0bia
Punishment History
A toxicity warn on SchoolRP
Timezone
MST (GMT -7)
Link any past or current applications
As MazeRP is incredibly new, I only have SchoolRP applications and will be listing those if they assist with viewing how I typically carry myself through writing.
PAST | SHOPKEEPER APPLICATION [SRP]
PAST | REPORTER APPLICATION [SRP]
Describe your activity
I’m extremely active on MazeRP, putting in at least five hours each day due to my love for the craft of roleplay and storytelling.
What's your motivation for applying?
My motivation comes from my passion for writing and desire to see MazeRP grow. Maze Runner is a very unique IP that puts a beautiful twist on the post-apocalypse genre and has captured my unrivaled attention to all of its lore, worldbuilding, and possibilities for new things to be introduced to the franchise of movies/books through this server.
As the server grows more and more to accept the new roleplay element, Lore Team members will end up being one of the most important parts of the team and I wish to take part in it, if not to kickstart it entirely.
What can you bring to the team?
I can bring stories and brand-new lore that isn’t world-breaking to the original source material as well as a greater understanding of the plots at hand. Not only this, but I enjoy creative writing that describes scenes, characters, and events in strange new ways. I’ve been writing for years now and have since built up my passion and craft from the ground up while learning new literature every day.
One issue I’ve seen since MazeRP opening is the lack of written lore on the forums. This leaves a lot of open-air questions. How much of the books is canon vs. how much of the movies is canon? What aspects do we strive to show from the original stories? Another issue is also the fact not everyone has seen Maze Runner or read it, nor may they ever want to. Thus, we need clear lore and guidelines that state what universe we’re in. I plan to bring the content from both the books and movies into existence on the server in a fair yet meaningful way. I aim to bring the roleplay aspects out more, to help the rest of the team craft stories, events, and eventually the plot of the entire map. The server is slowly becoming a passion of mine and I’d really love to be one of the people who sees it through to the end, alongside the rest of the community teams and staff. To build upon the server myself, to be one of the ones who provides the endless stories and fun for the hopeful years to come.
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Two prompts will be provided below, fill them out with your best writing abilities! Make sure it aligns with MazeRP’s existing lore as much as possible.
Prompt #1 (200+ words): Write a story about a character arriving at the Glade for the first time through the box. The prompt can be written from any perspective.
Like clockwork on the 1st of each and every month, much more than meager supplies would be sent to those that reside in the maze. Signaled not only by a blaring alarm, but the ear grating sound of metal creaking and scraping together while gears turned. Everyone knew what was to come and was prepared. Everyone except the poor soul inside.
The distinct metal against metal sounds that rung within their ears was disorientating, adding confusion on top of the fact they’d woken up from being drugged and prepped for their new life within the hellhole everyone called home. How could one even grasp living in such an apocalyptic life? Perhaps the passing idea that the Glade was the entire world helped them cope, though the arrival of a new member in the box always washed away such a theory. They couldn’t be what was left if more was provided.
Whoever was sending these teens and young adults up clearly had a goal in mind, but what was still unknown. All that they knew was the name; “WCKD” printed along all crates, items, parcels and even the strange arm-sized “beetles” that roamed the maze. It was a logo, a name, the only evidence the Gladers had of their capture.
And yet the one arriving had no idea. Not a name or face to put on themselves. No, none of it was remembered, carefully washed away to strip them of their existence, their ego. All that remained were old habits and instinct to guide them through dialect and their own prowess. They could remember the entirety of their language, how to use things—yet the context was all but removed. Human ingenuity filled the gaps as best as it could.
The new greenie was sprawled along the floor, ears ringing as they let out deafened coughs from the harsh chemicals used to render them unconscious in the first place.
All they could feel was a numbing, pulsing pain through their head and body, eyes incapable of focusing on the ever increasing light that invaded the small cell. The smell of the supplies, the meats, the rusted metal—it was almost sickening. Being awake was sickening. And finally, the box came to a screeching halt, the force applied resulting in the greenie being disrupted physically, gravity forcing them to brace for impact.
The grate slid open, and they were met with the many faces of the glade, who seemed amused and almost joyful of the person's pain and anguish. Unlike the last, this person wasn’t a runner. No, they needed real rest. Time to process. They slowly stood, right hand trying to block the invading rays of sun as they stumbled and tripped on their own feet to grasp at the rusted ladder to join the rest while they jeered.
Prompt #2 (200+ words): Create a story about the conflict between the Gladers and the Banished. The prompt can be written from any perspective.
Somehow the gladers didn’t expect this. Perhaps it was shoved to the back of their minds or they truthfully thought no matter how resilient the human body was, no one could survive the maze for longer than a day. But the Banished and their various groups or gangs that sprawled along the ever imposing maze was proof of the contrary. They showed themselves capable of not only surviving within, but living inside the maze.
These small groups often contended with a lot. They either stole from Runners or had to make due with what the maze offered, even going as far as to commit ungodly acts just to survive, maybe even feasting upon the beasts of the maze itself.
Even so, they felt wronged—they’d been cast out, after all. Some for being stung prior to the Grief Serum, some due to their own violent tendencies that endangered the Glade. Regardless of rhyme or reason, they found themselves desiring to take the Glade over and make their own rules. The maze was too cruel, they couldn’t take it anymore.
The mind-numbing sounds of metal and wood clashing upon hide and skin resonated and bounced between the enclosed walls of the East gate. The hours it was open were filled with battle as a batch of Banished had made a meager attempt at a take-over, underestimating the prepped gladers.
Yet there’d be obvious losses, as there was only so much one could craft with the materials available. Swords and spears clashed and screeched as the metal sent sparks in a desperate attempt to prevent bloodshed upon either wielder.
Killing wasn’t something they took lightly. They were all young, had no idea why they were here, and many of them had no history of true violence before the maze that they knew of. Yet here they were, at such odds that some may die. Making amends had long been forgotten due to the hostility of the Banished. Their ferocity and desperation made them foes worth fearing. But with their greater numbers and a few Baggers, they were pushed further and further to the maze. Red splatters painted the ground and the interior gate while Med-Jacks desperately waited.
It was an overstimulating fight as men yelled in anguish, triumph, pain. Each small victory and loss overshadowed by the endless swings of chipped metal and ripping sounds of cloth and skin. There was no going back after this.
A few names were crossed off the list that following night..
arxchn0ph0bia
What's your age? (Preferred, but optional)
21
Do you have Discord? If so, what's your username?
arachnoph0bia
Punishment History
A toxicity warn on SchoolRP
Timezone
MST (GMT -7)
Link any past or current applications
As MazeRP is incredibly new, I only have SchoolRP applications and will be listing those if they assist with viewing how I typically carry myself through writing.
PAST | SHOPKEEPER APPLICATION [SRP]
PAST | REPORTER APPLICATION [SRP]
Describe your activity
I’m extremely active on MazeRP, putting in at least five hours each day due to my love for the craft of roleplay and storytelling.
What's your motivation for applying?
My motivation comes from my passion for writing and desire to see MazeRP grow. Maze Runner is a very unique IP that puts a beautiful twist on the post-apocalypse genre and has captured my unrivaled attention to all of its lore, worldbuilding, and possibilities for new things to be introduced to the franchise of movies/books through this server.
As the server grows more and more to accept the new roleplay element, Lore Team members will end up being one of the most important parts of the team and I wish to take part in it, if not to kickstart it entirely.
What can you bring to the team?
I can bring stories and brand-new lore that isn’t world-breaking to the original source material as well as a greater understanding of the plots at hand. Not only this, but I enjoy creative writing that describes scenes, characters, and events in strange new ways. I’ve been writing for years now and have since built up my passion and craft from the ground up while learning new literature every day.
One issue I’ve seen since MazeRP opening is the lack of written lore on the forums. This leaves a lot of open-air questions. How much of the books is canon vs. how much of the movies is canon? What aspects do we strive to show from the original stories? Another issue is also the fact not everyone has seen Maze Runner or read it, nor may they ever want to. Thus, we need clear lore and guidelines that state what universe we’re in. I plan to bring the content from both the books and movies into existence on the server in a fair yet meaningful way. I aim to bring the roleplay aspects out more, to help the rest of the team craft stories, events, and eventually the plot of the entire map. The server is slowly becoming a passion of mine and I’d really love to be one of the people who sees it through to the end, alongside the rest of the community teams and staff. To build upon the server myself, to be one of the ones who provides the endless stories and fun for the hopeful years to come.
------------
Two prompts will be provided below, fill them out with your best writing abilities! Make sure it aligns with MazeRP’s existing lore as much as possible.
Prompt #1 (200+ words): Write a story about a character arriving at the Glade for the first time through the box. The prompt can be written from any perspective.
Like clockwork on the 1st of each and every month, much more than meager supplies would be sent to those that reside in the maze. Signaled not only by a blaring alarm, but the ear grating sound of metal creaking and scraping together while gears turned. Everyone knew what was to come and was prepared. Everyone except the poor soul inside.
The distinct metal against metal sounds that rung within their ears was disorientating, adding confusion on top of the fact they’d woken up from being drugged and prepped for their new life within the hellhole everyone called home. How could one even grasp living in such an apocalyptic life? Perhaps the passing idea that the Glade was the entire world helped them cope, though the arrival of a new member in the box always washed away such a theory. They couldn’t be what was left if more was provided.
Whoever was sending these teens and young adults up clearly had a goal in mind, but what was still unknown. All that they knew was the name; “WCKD” printed along all crates, items, parcels and even the strange arm-sized “beetles” that roamed the maze. It was a logo, a name, the only evidence the Gladers had of their capture.
And yet the one arriving had no idea. Not a name or face to put on themselves. No, none of it was remembered, carefully washed away to strip them of their existence, their ego. All that remained were old habits and instinct to guide them through dialect and their own prowess. They could remember the entirety of their language, how to use things—yet the context was all but removed. Human ingenuity filled the gaps as best as it could.
The new greenie was sprawled along the floor, ears ringing as they let out deafened coughs from the harsh chemicals used to render them unconscious in the first place.
All they could feel was a numbing, pulsing pain through their head and body, eyes incapable of focusing on the ever increasing light that invaded the small cell. The smell of the supplies, the meats, the rusted metal—it was almost sickening. Being awake was sickening. And finally, the box came to a screeching halt, the force applied resulting in the greenie being disrupted physically, gravity forcing them to brace for impact.
The grate slid open, and they were met with the many faces of the glade, who seemed amused and almost joyful of the person's pain and anguish. Unlike the last, this person wasn’t a runner. No, they needed real rest. Time to process. They slowly stood, right hand trying to block the invading rays of sun as they stumbled and tripped on their own feet to grasp at the rusted ladder to join the rest while they jeered.
Prompt #2 (200+ words): Create a story about the conflict between the Gladers and the Banished. The prompt can be written from any perspective.
Somehow the gladers didn’t expect this. Perhaps it was shoved to the back of their minds or they truthfully thought no matter how resilient the human body was, no one could survive the maze for longer than a day. But the Banished and their various groups or gangs that sprawled along the ever imposing maze was proof of the contrary. They showed themselves capable of not only surviving within, but living inside the maze.
These small groups often contended with a lot. They either stole from Runners or had to make due with what the maze offered, even going as far as to commit ungodly acts just to survive, maybe even feasting upon the beasts of the maze itself.
Even so, they felt wronged—they’d been cast out, after all. Some for being stung prior to the Grief Serum, some due to their own violent tendencies that endangered the Glade. Regardless of rhyme or reason, they found themselves desiring to take the Glade over and make their own rules. The maze was too cruel, they couldn’t take it anymore.
The mind-numbing sounds of metal and wood clashing upon hide and skin resonated and bounced between the enclosed walls of the East gate. The hours it was open were filled with battle as a batch of Banished had made a meager attempt at a take-over, underestimating the prepped gladers.
Yet there’d be obvious losses, as there was only so much one could craft with the materials available. Swords and spears clashed and screeched as the metal sent sparks in a desperate attempt to prevent bloodshed upon either wielder.
Killing wasn’t something they took lightly. They were all young, had no idea why they were here, and many of them had no history of true violence before the maze that they knew of. Yet here they were, at such odds that some may die. Making amends had long been forgotten due to the hostility of the Banished. Their ferocity and desperation made them foes worth fearing. But with their greater numbers and a few Baggers, they were pushed further and further to the maze. Red splatters painted the ground and the interior gate while Med-Jacks desperately waited.
It was an overstimulating fight as men yelled in anguish, triumph, pain. Each small victory and loss overshadowed by the endless swings of chipped metal and ripping sounds of cloth and skin. There was no going back after this.
A few names were crossed off the list that following night..
