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« on: July 05, 2006, 09:45:14 pm » |
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I couldn't find it in the rules, but I got a basic idea from seeing them, but what excactly is a "Round Robin"? What are the rules for making one?
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Find Me, A poem by Chris Dominowski. If I am lost, and you do not care, will the search ever be fair? Why am I here? What should I do? The answer to this, I once knew. Why should I be found if I always must hide? I have tried so hard, my soul has died. Over the years, In fear I have drowned. It is finally clear; I cannot be found. Human, a poem by Chris dominowski I wear sunglasses at night, but I carry a flashlight. I turn from the flame, but stare at the ashes. I walk into the woods, and never touch the trail. I always look at my calander, but do not care what day it is. I am the mixture of light and darkness; I am human. 
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« Reply #1 on: July 05, 2006, 10:18:02 pm » |
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A Round Robin is a story that's written by many people, each one writing one segment or chapter. In an Internet messageboard context, this means that one member posts one bit of the story, then the next member posts a continuation, and so on. There usually isn't a fixed plan for where the story is going, so the participants are pretty much free to take it in any direction they like (within the basic limits of common sense, of course).
As far as I'm aware, there are no special rules for starting one: you simply post the start of a story as a new thread in the Round Robin board, and leave it to other site members to continue. You might want the admins or moderators to get back to you on that, though, since I can't speak for them.
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« Reply #2 on: July 06, 2006, 01:01:01 am » |
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I am in deep #@&% now. I wrote a simpsons story entitled "In Full Flight" before I saw that there was already a story called "Wings" as a round robin. Then there was that Fanart that I saw... Now, I hope I don't be accused of plagurisim when it was really just me not knowing this.
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Find Me, A poem by Chris Dominowski. If I am lost, and you do not care, will the search ever be fair? Why am I here? What should I do? The answer to this, I once knew. Why should I be found if I always must hide? I have tried so hard, my soul has died. Over the years, In fear I have drowned. It is finally clear; I cannot be found. Human, a poem by Chris dominowski I wear sunglasses at night, but I carry a flashlight. I turn from the flame, but stare at the ashes. I walk into the woods, and never touch the trail. I always look at my calander, but do not care what day it is. I am the mixture of light and darkness; I am human. 
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« Reply #3 on: July 06, 2006, 08:04:23 am » |
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It's OK. You can hardly be accused of plagiarism if you didn't know there was already a story (or, in this case, two stories) with that plot. I would prefer if it didn't happen again, though.
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Let us march on, though there's no hope at our side Let us be brave, though by glory we're denied.
- Blind Guardian, "Thorn"
Current status report: it's the final countdown, dah dah daaah dah... Word count: about 6 200 words too much Days to go: 6
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« Reply #4 on: July 06, 2006, 05:25:22 pm » |
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Writing or drawing about winged Lisa can not be considered plagiarism. Recent laws state that by now "Winged Lisa" is a free cultural resource, like "Songs about Love" and "Sitcoms Featuring Disfunctional, but Nonetheless happy American Families".
So knock yourself out!
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« Reply #5 on: July 06, 2006, 07:46:27 pm » |
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Really? It's that common? Huh. Maybe I'll just draw some more. Drawing wings is easy, in my opinion.
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Find Me, A poem by Chris Dominowski. If I am lost, and you do not care, will the search ever be fair? Why am I here? What should I do? The answer to this, I once knew. Why should I be found if I always must hide? I have tried so hard, my soul has died. Over the years, In fear I have drowned. It is finally clear; I cannot be found. Human, a poem by Chris dominowski I wear sunglasses at night, but I carry a flashlight. I turn from the flame, but stare at the ashes. I walk into the woods, and never touch the trail. I always look at my calander, but do not care what day it is. I am the mixture of light and darkness; I am human. 
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« Reply #6 on: July 06, 2006, 09:13:01 pm » |
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I am in deep #@&% now. Heh, welcome to the club... I did exactly the same - found Marco's pics featuring utterly adorable, ultra-cute winged little Lisa, and wrote a story about her... and then found Round Robin and was shocked that the idea wasn't original... *sigh* at least you gave your story the original title. I didn't do even that.  I'm glad that RR's creators don't feel offended because of this. In the real world, we both probably would be sued to the death already 
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« Reply #7 on: July 06, 2006, 10:01:17 pm » |
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I'm glad that RR's creators don't feel offended because of this. In the real world, we both probably would be sued to the death already Definitely true. People will sue for ANYTHING these days. Like the lady who sued Ford and Firestone for $50,000 because she lived in constant fear of tire failure, regardless of the fact that her tires were in perfect condition.
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Find Me, A poem by Chris Dominowski. If I am lost, and you do not care, will the search ever be fair? Why am I here? What should I do? The answer to this, I once knew. Why should I be found if I always must hide? I have tried so hard, my soul has died. Over the years, In fear I have drowned. It is finally clear; I cannot be found. Human, a poem by Chris dominowski I wear sunglasses at night, but I carry a flashlight. I turn from the flame, but stare at the ashes. I walk into the woods, and never touch the trail. I always look at my calander, but do not care what day it is. I am the mixture of light and darkness; I am human. 
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