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I'm still writing Claw's sheet. Real-life and other obligations (as well as other RPs) are getting in the way, however.
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Fractured Empire-WIP Renaissance Fantasy Nation Building and Rping
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Interest Checks
Hmmm...
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GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kitsune Peril was awakened by a swift flick of Arcade's haptic gauntlet. The metal giant rose from her knight-like kneeling position, and then stood there rigidly, as though she were a hardened sentinel poised to assault would-be trespassers that possessed enough gall to challenge her.
Long before, Kitsune Peril, and a few select others of her ilk, had risen to lively animation with the turn of a switch and the ensuing piercing whine of an exceptionally powerful--yet surprisingly compact--turbine engine. Relative to Ruthless, the thought was a mental throwback to a sort of 'Golden Era' for Kitsune Peril's model type, where conventional fuels and rudimentary generators were the only viable solutions for feeding adequate levels to the heart of a GEAR of her specific caliber and nature, where heavy hydraulic cylinders, bulky pumps and hydraulic rotary motors bestowed upon Peril great physical strength and the capacity to don the heaviest of battle plate; the sounds of locomotion signifying potency and resolve, the booming roar of an autocannon filling enemies with a sense of dread and impending doom.
The nostalgic memory was a pleasant one for him, for he had spent considerable time reading old manuscripts and watching archaic video logs that delved into the relatively brief yet impactive history of GEARs and GEAR-related technology, and how these engineering marvels of pristine martial might eventually came to be valued assets to any serious military campaign. The advent of suitable technological advancements had restricted the old war engine to a dull purr however, a dense and robust power cell of unmatched sophistication and craftsmanship seeing to all of the suit's energy needs and desires.
From books to the cockpit. Arcade mused to himself. Ha! The irony is just a practical joke I swear.
To afford himself an unrestrained view of the vehicle bay, the king cheetah had left Peril's cockpit door open, with the noises of busy combat and noncombat personnel alike feeding him a contentious stream of acoustic information.
Inner-cockpit still exposed, Arcade commanded his GEAR to assume a traditional fighting stance. Metal creaked and clattered at the sudden motion.
After rolling her shoulders and loosening the muscle fibers for action, he took a few jabs in the air with Kitsune's armored fists, paying mind to the bustling motion all around him within the vehicle bay to avoid a possible accident. Each blow sent an audible woosh through the air, the movements awkward and jerky due to the GEAR's bulkier-than-average armor and heavily-reinforced joints.
A hand placed upon her right hip and fauld concluded Peril's brief warm-up session. Her pilot opted to embrace his inner slacker, though; two feet were propped up against the edge of the opened torso, while two furry hands comfortably motioned their way the back of an equally-furry head.
Long before, Kitsune Peril, and a few select others of her ilk, had risen to lively animation with the turn of a switch and the ensuing piercing whine of an exceptionally powerful--yet surprisingly compact--turbine engine. Relative to Ruthless, the thought was a mental throwback to a sort of 'Golden Era' for Kitsune Peril's model type, where conventional fuels and rudimentary generators were the only viable solutions for feeding adequate levels to the heart of a GEAR of her specific caliber and nature, where heavy hydraulic cylinders, bulky pumps and hydraulic rotary motors bestowed upon Peril great physical strength and the capacity to don the heaviest of battle plate; the sounds of locomotion signifying potency and resolve, the booming roar of an autocannon filling enemies with a sense of dread and impending doom.
The nostalgic memory was a pleasant one for him, for he had spent considerable time reading old manuscripts and watching archaic video logs that delved into the relatively brief yet impactive history of GEARs and GEAR-related technology, and how these engineering marvels of pristine martial might eventually came to be valued assets to any serious military campaign. The advent of suitable technological advancements had restricted the old war engine to a dull purr however, a dense and robust power cell of unmatched sophistication and craftsmanship seeing to all of the suit's energy needs and desires.
From books to the cockpit. Arcade mused to himself. Ha! The irony is just a practical joke I swear.
To afford himself an unrestrained view of the vehicle bay, the king cheetah had left Peril's cockpit door open, with the noises of busy combat and noncombat personnel alike feeding him a contentious stream of acoustic information.
Inner-cockpit still exposed, Arcade commanded his GEAR to assume a traditional fighting stance. Metal creaked and clattered at the sudden motion.
After rolling her shoulders and loosening the muscle fibers for action, he took a few jabs in the air with Kitsune's armored fists, paying mind to the bustling motion all around him within the vehicle bay to avoid a possible accident. Each blow sent an audible woosh through the air, the movements awkward and jerky due to the GEAR's bulkier-than-average armor and heavily-reinforced joints.
A hand placed upon her right hip and fauld concluded Peril's brief warm-up session. Her pilot opted to embrace his inner slacker, though; two feet were propped up against the edge of the opened torso, while two furry hands comfortably motioned their way the back of an equally-furry head.
So Boerd said
Jussayin, there's a reason all your and Work_U_Dumb's alt history RPs don't take off.
This a thousand times.
Except, it isn't just the alternate history RPs, but ALL of his RPs. NONE of them go anywhere.
EVER.
And Work_U_Dumb and Shoop are both the exact same person anyway (this can be inferred from both user's very similar writing styles, exact same RP themes they try to get interest for, and their nigh-identical forum behavior), which makes his record even worse.
As of now, you have about 17 or 18 NRPs between both of your accounts that have ended in complete failure.
Put some effort into these things damn it.
@ OP
This is the only time I'll be posting in your thread regarding this, sorry about that.
Outcast said
@ASTA; if the first post you are going to make in this RP is to bully one of the current members, then I'm glad your interest has been killed. Because I don't fucking want you in my RP.
I think you, like one other person, are blowing this word's meaning way out of context. If I wanted to 'bully' you, I'd degrade you constantly, send you harassing PMs and basically make your internet life unbearable.
But I'm not, because that's stupid.
Everyone is uncivilized because they called you immature for ragequitting a thread for erroneous reasons, starting a war over an unimportant OOC blood feud, and forcing the inheritor of Britain to follow through with your vengeful final request?
Thanks for killing my interest in this RP, Pasta.
Thanks for killing my interest in this RP, Pasta.
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Fractured Empire-WIP Renaissance Fantasy Nation Building and Rping
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Interest Checks
Rhymer said
What did you have in mind? Some sort of nomadic group?
A race of quadruped hyper-carnivores that inhabit some of the warmer areas of the world map; nomadic in the sense that territory is not static but fluid, and is primarily based around the movements of specific prey animal herds and human activity. 'Government' (if you can call it that) is based around a chiefdom, though leaders are typically acquired through ritualistic single-way combat or coups, and can be of any gender or age. Tool use is absent, but the species itself is inherently dangerous due to its capacity to form and counter military strategies by utilizing its own intrinsic advantages.
You mentioned having fantasy races in the roleplay, so why not introduce a new, albeit unusual, dynamic and species to the game. I'm unsure how I can fully make this work seamlessly with the RP, but we'll see.
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Fractured Empire-WIP Renaissance Fantasy Nation Building and Rping
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Interest Checks
Would it be possible to play as a nation or faction that doesn't conform entirely to the outlines of the NS?
As in, no castles or towns and no 'wealth' (provided this is defined as a nation's financial and material standing).
As in, no castles or towns and no 'wealth' (provided this is defined as a nation's financial and material standing).
Alright, this doesn't warrant a massive explanation, but there's a particular member native to the Nation Rolplay section that feels the need to periodically drown the Interest Check sub-forum with painfully low-quality 'junk' threads. If you count his banned account (yes, he's currently ban-evading after catching flak in Spam; it's really obvious when you compare writing styles and forum behavior), he's amassed about 10 threads on the first page alone in the last two weeks, and 17 threads in the past 3 weeks if you include page 2 and if you again take his banned account into consideration.
Very few, if any, of these threads garner interest.
Just a note: the number of threads, at least to me, aren't an issue. It's the quality combined with the quantity.
It's like he took a page right out of Stalin's personal playbook or something.
-ASTA
Very few, if any, of these threads garner interest.
Just a note: the number of threads, at least to me, aren't an issue. It's the quality combined with the quantity.
It's like he took a page right out of Stalin's personal playbook or something.
-ASTA
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