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    1. Hylozoist 8 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current Five days of awkward silence later, there's finally an ocean between us again.
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7 yrs ago
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, there's a few white fluffy clouds in the sky. I am closing the curtains and going back to bed.
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7 yrs ago
"What kind of solicitor doesn't have sweets on their desk?!"
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7 yrs ago
"His multiphasic torpedo will penetrate your rift / and cause a quantum singularity in your transwarp conduit!"
7 yrs ago
"You make a pretty good sheep."

Bio

I live somewhere in the wilds of East London with a couple of friends, a pet rat and a collection of RPG books that is slowly consuming our house. I've suggested possibly getting rid of some of them, but it's pretty much got to the point where the books are the only thing keeping the building upright and if I move any of them the whole thing could come crashing down.

In terms of games - well, I'll consider anything, except that. As can probably be gathered from my posts, I find myself generally playing characters that let me bit a little bit light-hearted. I am reasonably certain that I can play serious characters, but I know that getting to post things which makes me chuckle as I write them keeps me far more engaged.

At the moment, I am currently running a game called Interplanetary Space Friends. It's a game about friends, in space, travelling between planets. It is not exactly a very serious game, and while I've scared off some of my players, I have a dedicated handful left who have stuck with the game. These folks are awesome, and if anyone says anything mean about them, I will defend their honour with a strongly worded message.

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40K

Yes!

Dune

Yes!

Eberron.

Yes!

If I had to describe the tone at a glance, it would be "high adventure."

I feel, at this point, there is a real risk you have broken into my home and read from my Big Book of Games I Want To Play.
@Hylozoist I'm way too comfused to reply in a meaningful way to your confusion.


I feel like we've exhausted the possibilities of what could be called "linear confusion", where each of us are confused in turn and there's a discernible line from the initial confusion to our current stage of confusion. Perhaps it's time to consider something more like fractal confusion, where we can get lost in infinite layers of recursive confusion, so that even a step back renders us just as confused as a step forwards.
Any questions or concepts you'd like to put forward while interest waxes?


My head is positively swimming with concepts, but hopefully I'll narrow it down as we all work together to fill out the universe and as other folks come up with character concepts.

My big question at the moment would be - what sort of "tone" are you aiming for with this game? While pirates makes me think of a fairly gritty sort of game with hardened space mercenaries chewing tobacco and generally existing as a bad example for others, the whole exploration and treasure hunting could be quite light-hearted. I'd likely be on board with whatever sort of tone you're aiming for, but it'd help inform character concepts. If it's a game of life-and-death struggles in a harsh, unforgiving sort of universe where life is cheap, I'd (probably) make a rather different character than one for a game about swinging off space-chandeliers, buckling swashes and bursting into song at the drop of a hat.

Probably.
I have no idea what you are talking about, but I'm glad we're playing again. n_n


I started off pretty certain about what I was talking about, but now I'm beginning to have doubts myself, and any further explanation I can try and offer is probably going to end up making things even less clear. Every sentence I'm adding here is making me more confused. I think what has happened is that I have confused you, then I have become confused about what has confused you, and we have entered a spiral of confusion from which there is little hope of escape. Rather than trying to climb out of this deepening pit of confusion I find myself in, I shall instead try to keep digging this confusion hole until I find myself confronted and comforted by the sunlight of clarity on the other side.

Actually, that's a silly idea. I'll just establish a new rule for myself when it comes to posting that simply says: "Don't try to go a day without caffeine because it'll make you weird."
I'm confused.


Basically, I started writing a post, kept on writing a post, and then continued on writing a post. Normally I'd do one last double-check to make sure nobody has posted something between "starting to write" and "getting the preview and post buttons mixed up" "hitting the post button", but this time, I forgot. If I had done what I'd normally do, I would have held off on that GM post dealing with Hip and Hacking Bees and a Salty Snake because I would've seen your post saying that you'll be posting in a few hours, and then instead I'd have posted a GM post that contained responses for both the Above Ground Team and the Below Ground Adventure.

Rest assured that this all made sense in my head at the point when I apologised, but I realise it probably didn't make much sense if you're not me, and now that I've gone to the trouble of writing this all out, I feel rather silly about the whole thing.

To continue my waffling about posting schedules, I am probably not going to be able to get a decent reply up this evening, as I'm using my rather unreliable tablet rather than my slightly-more-reliable desktop that's got my map of the tunnels drawn on it. I'll aim to get a reply up for you tomorrow morning (GMT).
I would like to register my interest, as running my own science-fiction-ish game has given me something of a hankering to be a player in one.
Sorry, @TwelveOf8, I didn't see that until I'd hit post (this post took rather more time than I thought it would to write, even without my usual "I must re-write this to within an inch of it's life"); I will give you a dedicated GM post of your very own once you've got your post done.
Maracun muttered darkly about how he was mostly sodium at this point, finding himself a prisoner rather than a hostage after his so-called allies decided to abandon him. He squirmed about a little to try and find a position that was both comfortable and offered him a modicum of dignity, to no avail. The only advice that the Gooning Made Easy handbook gave when it came to being captured was a list of useful lines to memorise (like "You'll never take me alive, copper!", "I won'ts tell you's nothing!" and "As per the ancient customs of my species, I would like to settle this legal deadlock with a fifty yard egg-and-spoon race") and a reminder that Crime Bosses, Super Villains and Mad Scientists rarely bother to pay ransoms for low-level thugs.

Hip Kallo gurgled, which for a creature composed almost entirely of slime, could have been either a good sign or a bad sign. Upon closer inspection from the bee medics, it looked like somebody had rudely shoved a canister into his body, and said canister was leaking an inky black liquid into him. It was like a little dark cloud stuck in place, as the slime worked to try and absorb whatever this stuff was. Amongst most slime based lifeforms (of which there are many spread throughout the galaxy, proving that the galaxy is generally quite a disgusting place when you get right down to it), it was generally considered extremely rude to put anything inside another slime without it's express, and written, permission.

The poking, alas, did not do much to improve Hip's state, but it did yield two useful bits of information - the thicker membrane that held the slime together in one green, slightly sticky piece was far thinner than a bee might expect it to be. The other useful bit of information is that the "inner" part of a Green Slime causes slight numbing, followed by dizziness and mild hallucinations when touched.

The Hacker Bees, a credit to the Hive, found what they were looking for - an unprotected wireless network, and got to work. There was a lot of information to be had on Ofromia, ranging from official notices from foreign governments regarding safety and travel to the planet to street-level citizens live-streaming all of their senses for the benefit of two viewers and some mediocre advertising revenue. There were quarterly fiscal reports for the tower owning families, news of exciting bank heists and dozens of message boards where locals trade party-hosting tips and long-winded insults anonymously. There were cat videos, dog videos, video cats, blogs by dogs and ads for catering companies that would serve cat-dog hybrids. One particularly helpful Hacker Bee brought up the ISF Planetary & Culinary Guide: Ofromia page.


OOC: Whoops, that's not the PREVIEW button!
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