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6 yrs ago
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6 yrs ago
If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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6 yrs ago
Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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6 yrs ago
That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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6 yrs ago
on holiday for five days. if you need me, toss a rock into the fuckin' desert and I'll whisper in your dreams
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According to the IRC, I'm a low-grade troll. They're probably not wrong.

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@ClocktowerEchos I'd like to roll to krump some gits. What's the ob for smashing some of the boys around Adurk?
IT IS DONE

rip hat

We'll have to loot another one.
DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA

You spray that wily shit with everything you got, but your aim is of the Orkish persuasion. Which is to say, very bad.

Target: 6
Roll: 1


The Gretchin scurries away and hides under an ornamental skull. With the noticeable exception of its vital organs, you've obliterated everything in its general direction, including the hat.

Mother fucker.

...

>Improvise.

You construct an origami hat out of the nearest Imperial Writ. Look at me. I am the captain now.



Do Anything (1)
Fight (1)

Failures: 2
I'd like to roll for slowing down the gretchin, please.
>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
>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.




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.
In Godspeed! 6 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
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



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.
>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.



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