Creativity Challenge?

Our tribe color is Gold, correct?

Do we want to divide responsibilities?

Part 1: Writing

Part 2: Artistry

I'll admit that I'm not skilled at art, conceptually I'm ok, but actually doing it, not so much.

good deal, I made a thread for the banner, lets keep the writing in this one.

Bob C. asked about doing the epic in a prezi. I'm good with this idea. Are you volunteering to put it into a program Bob?

In the meantime, we can storyboard it in here. and you can do the final presentation.

One idea for story: origin of Ifbith

I LOVE IT.

Can you do more of a desert/oasis theme?

Search for Gold? As old as time ...

How about a desert, ugly Troll race named the Chikorita?

In the beginning there was Debbie.

Before her, there was nothing, and she was bored. So with a powerful sneeze and a phlegm-filled cough, she molded the stars and the moon, and the sun was borne from her beauty alone. The stars were jealous, and some ran away to create the rest of the universe in isolation from the sun that was fortunate enough to come from Debbie.

As time went on, Debbie’s skin became leathered from the sun’s heat. Hundreds of years went by and bacteria began to grow in the crevices of her ancient skin. Being bacteria spawned from majesty, the cells quickly morphed into fully fledged creatures, and animals and plants began to thrive. Debbie smiled at her creation. Damn, she was good.

A few million years went by and Debbie grew bored again. The velociraptors had lost their appeal and the stegosauruses were only useful when picking food out of her teeth. So she screamed and lifeforms disintegrated. It took time, but eventually more creatures began to grow from her leathery skin cracks, and a new world was made with humans that shared a likeness to Debbie’s own image. This she liked and would not grow bored of.

Time passed and Debbie decided it was time to assimilate into the culture she had produced. She was the origin of species, but she wanted to live with them and experience the world they did. It would be a difficult and arduous process but Debbie, as always, had faith in herself and especially in her acting ability. T-rexes used to love her humor, why wouldn’t Deblings? Or humans, as they had come to call themselves. She still thought Debling rolled off the tongue smoother, but she digressed. Joining society proved harder than she had thought. Everyone could tell instantly how much prettier and smarter and better at all.
It didn’t take long for her to find people to call her own, though. She had joined the other Deblings during the time of Napolean, because she really loved those turned up hats, but she could only stand so many funny hats, powdered wigs and crumpets. Deciding to swim across the Mediterranean sea, she quickly found herself in a barren region, mostly sand, lizards, and those little twirly tornado thingies.
Debbie thought to herself, “I remember eons ago leaving some of my baubles around here. Humans seem to love them! I should go find them.”
Since she didn’t want to actually have to extend any effort (such as searching, walking, carrying, etc.) she made up her mind to get some human to do it for her.
But how to do so?
A legend! Humans love legends! She’d just start spreading around that there was a fortune of untold worth out in the middle of the desert, but a hidden lake, an OASIS!
Humans are so gullible, much worse than the dinosaurs, that they’d line up for the privilege of taking the only person that knew where it was.
“Let’s go find the gold treasure of Ifbith!” she exclaimed.
And it wasn’t very longer that Debbie has eight fools … oh, I mean adventurous souls to escort her on her trek.