Antarctic Termite

Rug Raiders - 40k Ork RP using Roll for Shoes

>be Krunkelfukk.

You have the sudden and overwhelming desire to run over a dog with a grey SUV.

>have goals.

You heard there was opportunity here for some fuckin' sport, namely ramming an Imperial vessel into an orbital station and stealing their rugs. That's what rug trading is, right? Something like that. Well, all dreams gotta start somewhere.

Of course, it's not like you haven't dipped your toes into the occasional orky start-up somewhere or other...

>roll proceeds from running a Gretchin brothel.
Roll: 2
Counter: 3

Yeah, that didn't go too well. It's not that the Gretchin weren't willing and able, or that the Orks weren't curious enough (or gay enough) to try. It's just that, in order to be a savvy matron, your customers have to, y'know, actually have dicks.

Curse you and your implied lack of genitalia, Games Workshop! Where am I supposed to get my crack shipping fix now?

In any case, you are DEAD BROKE. If you're gonna get back into venture capitalism, you're going to have to acquire some capital.

Here's a Gork-given opportunity now.

>take potshot at the Gretchin.

This'll slow 'em down.

Of course, when it comes to Orks, a potshot is never singular.

DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA

Rug Raiders - 40k Ork RP using Roll for Shoes

>Create character: Ork
>Roll gender
Do Anything: 2
Do Anything (counter): 1
>...S-success?

Your name is MADAME KRUNKELFUKK.

You're here to DRINK WINE and COMPLAIN TO THE MANAGER.

>Roll clan
Clan: 2

You belong to the EVIL SUNZ clan. Your ROAD RAGE is UNPARALLELED.

It is said that all orks are in fact fungus, emerging from a wart in the ground that has had a soul belched into it by Mork (or maybe Gork). With no readily apparent sexual characteristics above the mycelial level, it is said that orks are genderless, and universally known as 'boyz'. It is said that you once seduced an Imperial Guardsman so hard that he exploded into a fine mist of red fluid and disgust.

At least one of these facts is true. You're not sure which ones. Who cares. _{fucking guardsman wouldn't have appreciated you anyway.}

The point is, you are the galaxy's first ORK GURL. You look like an AGING MATHS TEACHER POORLY COPING WITH A MID-LIFE CRISIS, which is to say, PRETTY MUCH LIKE ANY OTHER ORK, BUT WITH LIPSTICK. Your anatomy is NORMAL. Your temperament is BITTER. Your necklace is TACKY.

You're here to FUCK SHIT UP.

Basically this, but the ork version

Character Sheet

Name: Madame Krunkelfukk
Clan: Evil Sunz

Dossier: Born on a world formerly occupied by the Adeptus Administratum. Emerged directly into the wig of a long-dead judge. Has not taken it off since.

Abilities:

• Do Anything 1
• Attack 1

Items:

• Ork Ragz (Wig, Lipstick, Glasses, Tacky Necklace)
• Shoota

Extra Notes: She's beautiful on the inside. She's beautiful to me.

WoD P:tH - Perfect

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^{Monday — Morning — Athletic Field}

Kat didn't need to knock himself out. The sudden attention just about did that for him. It was mostly negative, or at least abrasive, but he stood his ground, for just about long enough. Chester's execution grated on him, but he was more than grateful for his presence. When his 'thanks' went a-mumbled and unheard, Kat raised a fist, which Chester bumped instinctively.

"You lost your phone," he said, spinning it out of his pocket. That seemed to be the only reason he was here, until now.

Kat had never spoken to either of the boys, but he knew they included one Seong, a smug fellow who complained a lot about sportsball for someone that good at it. The other seemed to be his tagalong. Well, the more the merrier.

"Are you coming?" he asked the forlorn girl. Seong, who had a rain jacket, seemed content to stand around 'til whenever. Chester was already over the fence, and halfway across the road. "You should come. We're going to get some rain gear. It's only going to get worse." He looked across to Chester, who was waiting under a sparse tree. "Or you could go inside," he said, hoping she wouldn't. But it was her choice to make, in the end, and better than standing around.

Seong's friend had eloped roadwards. Kat ducked away to the fence. Seong gave him a friendly shove on the butt when his arms were too skinny to throw himself over the wire the way Chester had. Thanks, Seong.

Godspeed!

Some of you might be wondering where I've been. The answer is, obviously, right here, watching you. As for why I'm quiet:

Controversial take: godspeed missed its mark by a mile and suffers because of it

we (read: I) made exactly the same mistake we did in Divinus and made an advanced game under the pretence of being something else

it might not even be possible to make an actually low-effort Divinus-esque game

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Divinus as a rules system is basically built to support a collection of consecutive excerpts and short stories, not a conventional play-by-post roleplay

and that's what we do

trying to mash it into Free is a forced hybridisation that was never meant to be

my bitch ass

It would be pretty unfair to you all to say I'm still strongly invested in Godspeed at this point. I launched into the project because I saw an opportunity to turn the lackluster Divinus system into something better and more entertaining. In the end, being stupid, I got exactly what I was trying to make: a newer, better Divinus.

And that's fine. It's been fun.

At the same time, it's not what I set out to actually play. It's a heavy system and I was looking for something light. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, running a Divinus game and expecting something other than Divinus, but I did it, and now I'm playing Divinus 4.0, which I'm not even sure I have the energy for.

I'm still here. I'm behind on posts, but I'll stick around until I'm either needed or have energy, and I can still do collabs.

No big announcement or anything. This is just where I'm at right now, in case anyone was wondering. Feel free to keep playing, you don't really need me for much.

Rug Raiders - 40k Ork RP using Roll for Shoes

Roof Trainers - W40k Ork RP using the Roll for Shoes System

>Create character: Ork
>Roll gender
Do Anything: 2
Do Anything (counter): 1
>...S-success?

Your name is MADAME KRUNKELFUKK.

You're here to DRINK WINE and COMPLAIN TO THE MANAGER.

>Roll clan
Clan: 2

You belong to the EVIL SUNZ clan. Your ROAD RAGE is UNPARALLELED.

It is said that all orks are in fact fungus, emerging from a wart in the ground that has had a soul belched into it by Mork (or maybe Gork). With no readily apparent sexual characteristics above the mycelial level, it is said that orks are genderless, and universally known as 'boyz'. It is said that you once seduced an Imperial Guardsman so hard that he exploded into a fine mist of red fluid and disgust.

At least one of these facts is true. You're not sure which ones. Who cares. _{fucking guardsman wouldn't have appreciated you anyway.}

The point is, you are the galaxy's first ORK GURL. You look like an AGING MATHS TEACHER POORLY COPING WITH A MID-LIFE CRISIS, which is to say, PRETTY MUCH LIKE ANY OTHER ORK, BUT WITH LIPSTICK. Your anatomy is NORMAL. Your temperament is BITTER. Your necklace is TACKY.

You're here to FUCK SHIT UP.

Basically this, but the ork version

Character Sheet

Name: Madame Krunkelfukk
Clan: Evil Sunz

Dossier: Born on a world formerly occupied by the Adeptus Administratum. Emerged directly into the wig of a long-dead judge. Has not taken it off since.

Abilities:

• Do Anything 1
• Attack 1

Items:

• Ork Ragz (Wig, Lipstick, Glasses, Tacky Necklace)
• Shoota

Extra Notes: She's beautiful on the inside. She's beautiful to me.

Roof Trainers - W40k Ork RP using the Roll for Shoes System

<Snipped quote by Antarctic Termite>

You use whatever relevant skills you have for it and if you don't have one, then its a base d6. If you are trying to climb a wall and have Climbing 3, then you'd roll d6 for both your roll and the counter roll.

@ClocktowerEchos

I know, but how many d6 form the counter pool? One? Equal to your own pool? Case by case?

Roof Trainers - W40k Ork RP using the Roll for Shoes System

@ClocktowerEchos ooookeydokey

Q1: When rolling against ourselves, how do we determine the dice pool we're rolling against?

Q2: Do we get starting XP?

Q3: When we level up a skill and take a similar one, say, from 1-Pyromaniac to 2-Molotov cocktail connoisseur, do we keep the original skill or has it been replaced?

WoD P:tH - Perfect

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^{Monday — Morning — Athletic Field}

'Here's the deal then, boys and girls. And, you know...'

Kat winced up but no one was looking at him. Key-metal clashed and clicked nearby him, and his foot dodged, as if it was going to be hit. He looked back up. She was just getting to the point, wasn't she? He hadn't been listening. _{(Too much effort. Too many things... things.)} There was supposed to be a quiz, right?

The instructor left.

Kat tuned back in. There was supposed to be... a quiz...

The student council officer or sports team member or cheerleader or teacher's pet for whom Kat was waiting to pick up the keys never did so, and the chain of events went utterly unpunctuated. The instructor had left. A student had left. Students were leaving, and that was the end of it. Kat eventually came up from the puddle his head was floating in, and realised that that was all that was going to happen.

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And the whole assembly responded in a loud voice: “Truly we will do as you say! But there are many people here, and it is the rainy season. We are not able to stay out in the open... Let our leaders represent the whole assembly."
-Ezra 10:12

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WHAT

Kat picked up the keys and pocketed them in his jacket as if they stood to lose from getting wet. The jacket wasn't waterproof. Warm, but not for much longer. He glared around for the friends he didn't have among the classmates that really weren't. All he got was Dulac, which was worse than nothing. Dulac, Keone- why are you hanging on to her? she's HURTING you -and Rebecca.

In six months he hadn't even realised she was in his class.
^cared
Did she need to pass? Did Kat even need to pass? Kind of- not really. She needed to get out of the rain. "...Uh, hey, Rebecca. You should probably..." _{hide. disconnect}

...Probably what? Go with the other students who didn't care? Stay here? With Dulac?

Fnnuuugg.

Disappearing with the rest of the class was definitely the safer option, but Dulac would follow, and- Kat glanced at Keone- there was little he could do. Meaning, there was a lot he could do, none of which he was meant to. So, what? Leave her here? She wasn't moving, and they were all getting wet.

She needs to get out of the rain.

She needs to get OUT of the RAIN

"Hey, a-asshats!" Kat yelled to the disappearing students, with about the confidence of a cardboard box. He might as well have scratched the keys directly on the back of his own cornea as used that word, but there was a way this game was played. "I'm going to the garage to get ponchos. Is anyone else coming? I can't do it on my own," he only half lied, pointing across the fence where the gas station lights flickered, "and- my parents are gonna kill me if I fail anything."

It wasn't his best lie, and it probably wouldn't work, not with the class in this state. But if he could get the excuse to smuggle Rebecca out of the school, out of the rain, for even a few minutes, he was taking it. After that... well, this would keep them busy for a while. And keep him close. At least as close as her.

Godspeed!

Finished one of my last assignments, will slowly bring myself back into existence over the next few days and then disappear again later in the month. Still need to read some of the latest posts and catch up to other games before posting myself.