Assallya

Old Republic Era Star Wars RP

That I am and definitely Sith. I've just seen a number of threats collapse once you surpass a dozen members. Generally what happens is a player misses one day of posting, returns and finds three pages and becomes discouraged. The other players may only have posted twice each but it adds up fast. With one group of Sith and one group of Jedi it seems likely.

X-Men: The Divided

It's not a question of whether you need sleep. A singly scene that takes a dozen or more posts only lasts about ten minutes-if that. My thinking is, simply don't advance the time by several hours in your post... or don't go to sleep early. There's tons of stuff to see and do. Everyone always complains about how they want to see more of the mansion in the movies and wouldn't it be great if they had more cameos. You can't do that in a movie due to time constraints but here you have free reign.

SW: Edge of the Empire: Ep. I - Escape from Mos Shuuta

Arla cleaned off her bloody hand one the skirt of one of the fallen Gammorean. Her allies were lucky to be alive. The Gamorreans had the advantage with their melee weapons in such tight quarters. A good knife or axe was always better than one of their light sticks in such situations. Grasping one of the fallen light sticks Arla turned it around in her slender green hands awkwardly, at one point tapping the metal with one black painted fingernail. Looking at how the others held their weapons she at least knew which way was front and she grasped it in the same manner they would and looked down the top of it. It didn't seem so bad, not too far different from their spear casters.

Her allies seemed fairly typical of the slavers she had met. Murderers and vile to their core. She understood that. They turned on each other all the time. This was well known among her people. The best way to fight those with their light sticks was to turn them against one another. Rushing them as they did during the early days, was near suicide, and then there was the matter of them being protected by other Twi'leks, those that received preferential treatment.

It was the last one though that confused her. He had caught his name, Cor, and he seemed different. The others talked far too fast and she didn't understand everything said but it seemed that he was angered by the killing. Was this not what humans did? As far as she knew they attempted to own everything and what they could not own they destroyed. It was their way. Shamefully, she'd like to say her people were different but they were much the same. The humans had infected them with their greed. Now there was only the tribe. You could trust the tribe and none else.

"Next time," the Twi'lek said in heavily accented galactic standard, "hide. Shoot lights. Live longer."

Following the metal head woman, Arla padded silently along on her bare feet, moving through the streets. They received plenty of stares, the two warriors, scruffy looking pilot and a nearly naked twi'lek moving in a tight group. Arla meanwhile marvelled at the great expanse of sky that the humans took for granted. It was so large and it bothered her, making her uneasy. She'd been off her home planet for some time but she still hadn't seen much of the sky when she was ushered quickly from the prison ship straight to the slave cells and finally to Teemo's near windowless palace. There were also so many different "things" walking the streets, things she wouldn't even know how to describe and such a variety of clothing and junk... By the gods... there was so much metal! The junk they threw away here was worth entire harvests of Ryll.

When they finally arrived at the junk man's building Arla had to admit she had no idea why the metal head woman was yelling at the old man, nor did she know what they were doing there. Her demands for something, a "hopper mother ig-night-er" meant nothing to her. Then, when the old man went back to find whatever it was the loud angry woman wanted he turned and fired, the light stick almost striking her, missing her by mere inches. She then had to leap away from the collapsing junk.

Glaring at the metal head woman, her head tails writhing behind her head, Arla cursed Ruusaan, letting out a long epithet in the Twi'lekki language.

X-Men: The Divided

Asleep? Why would anyone go to sleep? That's about the only thing worse than going to class or wanderimg off alone. There are dozens, if not more, students to meet and interact with. All you have to do is hit any of the common rooms, the gym, the tennis courts, the pool or what have you.

X-Men: The Divided

I always have those raccoon eyes. I had a desk job for quite some time and I let my body go. Sure, I may be plenty skinny but I have no muscle tone. They're getting better... slowly. I've been doing a bit on the exercise bike, done a bunch of crunches and lifted weights but damn...

I really should have gone out biking or for a jog today but enh...

X-Men: The Divided

That's because you're WEAK! WEAK! Well, at least for another dozen hours or so while your plasma is slowly regenerating. I don't like giving blood. I get low blood pressure headaches. Bah.

Old Republic Era Star Wars RP

This sounds like you should be doing this with two threads. One for the Jedi and one for the Sith. That should keep the insanity of having a large number of characters under control.

X-Men: The Divided

Hi, I'm a special Mary Sue called Hope Summers. Everyone adores me because I'm their last and best hope for mutantkind... but I'm a common everyday girl... but also the most powerful. I have a horde of protectors and they all worship me... not that I understand why because I'm a normal common everyday girl. Oh, and I boost the abilities of everyone around me, making them the most badass people on the planet.... but again, I'm just a common everyday girl. What would I know?

I've despised everything X-Men since just a bit before the House of M when they decided to kill off an X-Man every other episode just to show how badass the current villain is. Banshee being turned into roadkill was the last straw. I already had to suffer through fluctuating power levels of the characters.... and now this? Bah!

X-Men: The Divided

I despise Hope Summers. DESPISE!

SW: Edge of the Empire: Ep. I - Escape from Mos Shuuta

Arla had simply cowered when the fight broke out. It seemed prudent for the moment. Once the battle was fully engaged most of the Gamorreans would be distracted. It also didn't help that, thanks to the plan, the entire establishment plus the man-pigs were fighting Teemo's former prisoners. The light sticks flared, sending out a number of bolts back and forth. In addition, few of the fools were taking cover. One would think they'd at least kick over a table. One even fired a one of those flying sticks which detonated amidst them.

With most of their attention on the others, Arla took two steps and leaped from the stage and landed atop one of the Gamorreans. Her makeshift shiv flashed as she plunged the blade into the man-pig's thick bullish neck. Locking her legs around the creature's girth she continued stabbing while searching the battle with her eyes, looking to see if any of the Gamorreans were turning about to see what had happened to their rearmost ally.