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In Persona 5 you can end up in a romantic relationship with your teacher through her part-time job in a maid service.
This answers about as many questions as it raises.
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you know, my SO never forces me to say a thing that's on my mind and doesn't mind if I don't always explain myself which makes it way easier to actually tell them stuff. boundaries good.
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as much as I'd love to pre-plan RPs, I've also noticed that's the fast track to killing them. A little planning and a rough gist is fine, but anything beyond that and people don't wanna write no more.
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The day that Moss was hanged, eight others were cut down,
And when the graves had all been dug, the queen rode out of town.
And when the graves had all been dug, the queen rode out of town.
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This answers about as many questions as it raises.
@Dogematix this one made me feel a little gross. Like I was into it in the "I'm a guy who was 17 once" way...but it felt a little icky.
What pyramid of context am I missing here?
And then there's me, who's biggest exposure to Persona is 20 minutes of gameplay on youtube and one wholly different SMT game on the DS.
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@Ammokkx I managed to discover you and your RP by a smidgen of chance.
After taking a look, I must say you should have expected this. I'm not sure how that RP could send out more intense "Bad RP" vibes.
Oh I went into this expecting this. I also went into it expecting it to die in three weeks and getting a good laugh out of it.
Karma caught up with me.
I'm also getting accused of being a bad writer in said RP's OOC. It's the gift that keeps on giving.
EDIT: "I'm too lazy to read what you and that other person wrote and because this other guy is too that makes you in the wrong."
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Umm.... This place is a better than the other lands?
Clearly.
New Companys/Locations
Pho Sho
New NPC's
Marcus Kenway
not going to lie, was half-expecting a fishing location
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Duroduro Fitness
MoPop
Space Needle
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Roland Montaro
Maria Tao
Mori Kenza
Edna Edison
Steven Everfreed
holy moly ravioli
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why the fuck is every single person in the goddamn thread introducing their character by beating some faceless npc
This isn't good writing, it doesn't make your character look good, all it does is be some half-assed attempt at showing your character being a badass without any goddamn stakes in the situation since you had complete control to begin with. And like, I could get it if it was just one guy doing it, because one guy being a bad writer isn't so bad... but why the fuck did 4 people all think it was a good idea?
Granted, I also introduced my character by winning fairly quickly in that particular RP... by beating one of the player characters who introduced themselves on a win, stole something from the NPC they won against, giving some actual substance to the NPC by making them a classmate of my PC and actually having my character get their ass kicked for the most part. Not only that, but the thing she put up in return was proportionally not at all worth it to getting back what her classmate had stolen from him.
now, I ain't exactly the pinnacle of writing prowess, but at least I don't make my character out to be some kind of ultra badass with nothing to show for it. The situation described above was arguably the weakest 'win' in the entire thread so far.
(also this is a trashy ygo rp on another site so i'm kind of asking to be pissed off at that point)
EDIT: Oh it got better.
Nevermind the fact my character moved somewhere else after that encounter and started talking someone a good distance away, oh no. Your character recovers from a blackout instantly, can scale a roof, find the fucking duo due to some superhuman hearing ability or some shit and call out to them.
luckily someone saved the encounter by bumping into them and falling off the roof
except that guy now blatantly moved my character and the one they're interacting with through space and time to move them back to the place where the duel happened, bumping into her conversation partner AND giving the first guy a chance to cling to her leg.
What the fuck is wrong with these people.
This isn't good writing, it doesn't make your character look good, all it does is be some half-assed attempt at showing your character being a badass without any goddamn stakes in the situation since you had complete control to begin with. And like, I could get it if it was just one guy doing it, because one guy being a bad writer isn't so bad... but why the fuck did 4 people all think it was a good idea?
Granted, I also introduced my character by winning fairly quickly in that particular RP... by beating one of the player characters who introduced themselves on a win, stole something from the NPC they won against, giving some actual substance to the NPC by making them a classmate of my PC and actually having my character get their ass kicked for the most part. Not only that, but the thing she put up in return was proportionally not at all worth it to getting back what her classmate had stolen from him.
now, I ain't exactly the pinnacle of writing prowess, but at least I don't make my character out to be some kind of ultra badass with nothing to show for it. The situation described above was arguably the weakest 'win' in the entire thread so far.
(also this is a trashy ygo rp on another site so i'm kind of asking to be pissed off at that point)
EDIT: Oh it got better.
Nevermind the fact my character moved somewhere else after that encounter and started talking someone a good distance away, oh no. Your character recovers from a blackout instantly, can scale a roof, find the fucking duo due to some superhuman hearing ability or some shit and call out to them.
luckily someone saved the encounter by bumping into them and falling off the roof
except that guy now blatantly moved my character and the one they're interacting with through space and time to move them back to the place where the duel happened, bumping into her conversation partner AND giving the first guy a chance to cling to her leg.
What the fuck is wrong with these people.
Tried to worldbuild a bit in my post, tell me if I dun goofed somewhere.
Also being pretty non-committal to where he lived because I honestly don't know America at all.
Also being pretty non-committal to where he lived because I honestly don't know America at all.
Lock stared up at the ceiling of his darkened room, laying flat on his back on top of the mattress of his bed. He listened to the sound of the analog clock hanging in his room rotating with a tick,
tick,
tick.
It calmed him, such a simple thing. Even if the device was outdated, especially due to the micro AR implant in between his nose and eyes, Lock kept it around. Getting swept up in a constant rhythm, to relax to something you had no control over...
It was pretty blissful.
He enjoyed the sensation, but the blinking in the corner of his eyes clued him in to the fact that sitting around and doing nothing wasn't going to get him anywhere. The boy thought for a moment, causing a white notification with red lettering to slide in front of his field of view. His train was due to depart in only thirty minutes, and he didn't exactly have his EcoCraft on hand to get there in the blink of an eye...
The boy swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stretching out a little before glancing off to the side. Stray rays of light were coming through the blinds of his window, cluing him into a bright and sunny day. A bit of good luck, he didn't have to fetch his coat from the sports bag that lay in the corner of his room. Lock didn't really have much he cared to take with him to Casper. Just some clothes were fine, he could do without the various little trinkets he'd acquired over time. It was mostly antiques won in bets, pretty to stare at but ultimately worthless. It's not like Lock would have any trouble buying himself some luxury if he truly got bored at such a prestigious school.
He went over and flung his backpack over his shoulder, having made sure to fill it with some provisions beforehand. He grabbed the bag and made his way downstairs, hearing the noise of his parents chatting in the living room nearby. Lock briefly thought about saying goodbye, but he didn't care much. They knew he wasn't one for sappy goodbyes, so he didn't bother to warn them as he closed the front door behind him. If they had a problem with it, it wasn't that hard to call him or shoot him a message through his micro AR.
As the boy calmly paced towards his local station he looked up at the sky, losing himself in thought. It's funny that he was even going to Casper, all things considered. He's never had the luxury of going to prestigious schools, and up until recently he doubted that his parents could even support him financially through it. Getting his invite about a month ago was a nice, albeit unexpected surprise. He had a feeling that the school figured out what he was up to in his spare time, which wasn't the part-time job he managed to convince his parents of having.
His eyes trailed off from the sky towards the city landscape around him, seeing bright advertisements littered all across buildings through the device implanted in his face. It was an amusing sight, seeing the flurry of colours advertising some new pop drink next to the bombastic advertisements of new EcoCraft models. You'd wonder how the corporations got away with littering their ads everywhere, until you realised that people and other companies let the big names install a chip on the side of their house to display them and make some quick money.
People are predictable like that.
Bored of the common scenery around him, Lock decided to play a little game to kill the time. A simple match-4 puzzler where you needed to connect the same colored blocks, aiming to clear the board given to you without getting yourself stuck in a situation where you couldn't swap to connect. It's a quick little game anyone could easily download that didn't require too much storage and he'd heard it was popular due to how difficult the later levels got, as well as it being fairly non-intrusive with the blocks being transparent enough to not obscure vision too much.
Though it wasn't really all that thrilling.
Killing time this way, Lock managed to find himself at the station soon enough. It was bustling like usual, with most people scrambling to get to their rides on time. Lock exited the puzzler and brought back the notification from before, seeing the timer now ticking away at only three minutes until departure. That was more than enough time for Lock to casually strut his way over, observing everyone around him. Couples making out, mothers guiding their children, some beggars crumpled up against the wall...
Dull and perfectly normal sights.
Just as the escalator on which Lock had stepped reached the top, he saw his ride arrive. "Pretty convenient timing," he thought to himself as he walked over, the doors opening just in time for him to not have to stop his momentum. Lock tossed his sports bag underneath a two-person seat next to one of the windows, laying down his bag next to the spot he sat so nobody would figure to sit next to him and bother him.
Time to find out what Casper was like.
tick,
tick.
It calmed him, such a simple thing. Even if the device was outdated, especially due to the micro AR implant in between his nose and eyes, Lock kept it around. Getting swept up in a constant rhythm, to relax to something you had no control over...
It was pretty blissful.
He enjoyed the sensation, but the blinking in the corner of his eyes clued him in to the fact that sitting around and doing nothing wasn't going to get him anywhere. The boy thought for a moment, causing a white notification with red lettering to slide in front of his field of view. His train was due to depart in only thirty minutes, and he didn't exactly have his EcoCraft on hand to get there in the blink of an eye...
The boy swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stretching out a little before glancing off to the side. Stray rays of light were coming through the blinds of his window, cluing him into a bright and sunny day. A bit of good luck, he didn't have to fetch his coat from the sports bag that lay in the corner of his room. Lock didn't really have much he cared to take with him to Casper. Just some clothes were fine, he could do without the various little trinkets he'd acquired over time. It was mostly antiques won in bets, pretty to stare at but ultimately worthless. It's not like Lock would have any trouble buying himself some luxury if he truly got bored at such a prestigious school.
He went over and flung his backpack over his shoulder, having made sure to fill it with some provisions beforehand. He grabbed the bag and made his way downstairs, hearing the noise of his parents chatting in the living room nearby. Lock briefly thought about saying goodbye, but he didn't care much. They knew he wasn't one for sappy goodbyes, so he didn't bother to warn them as he closed the front door behind him. If they had a problem with it, it wasn't that hard to call him or shoot him a message through his micro AR.
As the boy calmly paced towards his local station he looked up at the sky, losing himself in thought. It's funny that he was even going to Casper, all things considered. He's never had the luxury of going to prestigious schools, and up until recently he doubted that his parents could even support him financially through it. Getting his invite about a month ago was a nice, albeit unexpected surprise. He had a feeling that the school figured out what he was up to in his spare time, which wasn't the part-time job he managed to convince his parents of having.
His eyes trailed off from the sky towards the city landscape around him, seeing bright advertisements littered all across buildings through the device implanted in his face. It was an amusing sight, seeing the flurry of colours advertising some new pop drink next to the bombastic advertisements of new EcoCraft models. You'd wonder how the corporations got away with littering their ads everywhere, until you realised that people and other companies let the big names install a chip on the side of their house to display them and make some quick money.
People are predictable like that.
Bored of the common scenery around him, Lock decided to play a little game to kill the time. A simple match-4 puzzler where you needed to connect the same colored blocks, aiming to clear the board given to you without getting yourself stuck in a situation where you couldn't swap to connect. It's a quick little game anyone could easily download that didn't require too much storage and he'd heard it was popular due to how difficult the later levels got, as well as it being fairly non-intrusive with the blocks being transparent enough to not obscure vision too much.
Though it wasn't really all that thrilling.
Killing time this way, Lock managed to find himself at the station soon enough. It was bustling like usual, with most people scrambling to get to their rides on time. Lock exited the puzzler and brought back the notification from before, seeing the timer now ticking away at only three minutes until departure. That was more than enough time for Lock to casually strut his way over, observing everyone around him. Couples making out, mothers guiding their children, some beggars crumpled up against the wall...
Dull and perfectly normal sights.
Just as the escalator on which Lock had stepped reached the top, he saw his ride arrive. "Pretty convenient timing," he thought to himself as he walked over, the doors opening just in time for him to not have to stop his momentum. Lock tossed his sports bag underneath a two-person seat next to one of the windows, laying down his bag next to the spot he sat so nobody would figure to sit next to him and bother him.
Time to find out what Casper was like.
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