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"Mecha Cowboys" has less than a thousand hits on Google. I've never been more upset.
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RP Concept: "Screw just the plans, we're stealing the Death Star and taking that baby for a joyride!"
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The VeggieTales theme song has been stuck in my head for at least three days now. Can't decide if it a good or bad thing yet.
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Fun Facts About Atrophy

-Has roleplayed for more than half of his life. It doesn't show.
-Once wrote an essay that got published. It was in a college magazine. They were hungry for anything. He didn't get paid.
-Was rejected from the first RP he ever tried to join. He was ten. It still bothers him.
-Tends to spend too long when it comes to creating a character, due to fact checking. Even if it's a fantasy game.
-Especially if it's a fantasy game.
-Really likes the movie Lost In Translation, which is about two hours of people doing nothing in Tokyo. It has good music.
-Prefers vodka tonics over other mixed drinks. Uses diet tonic water, meaning it has even less flavor.
-Can make the hell out of some guac.
-Keeps writing up potential RPs to GM only for him to realize he's just totally stealing from Nausicaa.
-Uh, the manga, not the film. Yeah, he's one of those "the book is better" guys.
-But really, what's not cool about a world covered in miasma where people use gliders, fighter planes, and airships to get around?
-Like, that'd be dope, right?
-Started listening to a podcast by a guy who made the show Community before ever watching a single episode of Community.
-On a related note, really likes Community.
-Is secretly embarrassed by everything he writes.
-He should be, too.
-Favorite band: Titus Andronicus. Dances in secret to their music. It's not music you dance to.
-Also likes: Grimes. Dances in public to her music. His roommates aren't impressed.
-Actually buys music.
-And books.
-Like that's impressive, right? Pfft.
-Still knows all of the words to Don McLean's "American Pie" after singing it in the shower for months straight. Ten years ago.
-Is trying to not be a jerk anymore. Tell him if he is.

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Grand Ridge Academy - Night



The grasp of sleep was about to completely consume Penny when the knock came upon her door. She grumbled underneath her breath, turned over in the bed, and pushed a pillow down on her head. Her night shift of patrolling the halls for any wannabe Scotts had been entirely uneventful, and the thought of actually getting some real sleep—not whatever coma bullshit escaping the Glutton had put her in—had been quite appealing. For a second she thought her ruse of pretending to be asleep had worked, and then there was another knock. And another. Penny threw her pillow off of her and rolled over so that she could sit up. Whoever was outside her door must be desperate, because only a desperate person or someone with a deathwish would try and ruin her beauty sleep. She slipped into a pair of pajama pants, flicked on a lamp, and stomped over to the door.

“What!?” she barked as she threw the door wide open. Rita stood there, her fist raised up to knock once again. The mousy girl stepped back, an apology already forming on her lips as Penny sighed and dragged her inside. She had promised the other girl a talk. She had only figured it wouldn’t have been in the dead of night.

“Sorry to bother you,” said Rita as Penny closed the door behind her with a slam. She looked around the room. For someone who obviously put so much effort into her appearance, it was quite the mess. Piles of clothes haphazardly thrown this way and that covered damn near every free surface that wasn’t taken up with untouched school books. The handful of posters on the wall gave the impression that the room belonged to someone who had picked up a few Greatest Hits albums of commercial punk bands without ever skimming deeper into the genre, and the few burnt up pieces of incense couldn’t hide the stale stench of cigarette smoke that would blow back in through the bathroom window when Penny didn’t feel like taking the walk outside.

“Trust me. If it had been anyone else, they would be,” said Penny, sitting down on her bed. She gestured to her desk chair for Rita to take it. As the other girl sat down, she spoke again, “So, we’re alone now. What the hell did you want?”

Rita shuffled in her seat and didn’t look up at Penny.

“You’re not gonna confess your feelings to me, are you?” asked Penny. “I’m flattered, but I’m not really into that sort of thing. And this ain’t the time for that kind of shit anyway.”

“N-no!” said Rita. “I-I-I-I—”

“It was a joke,” said Penny. “Although judging by your reaction…”

“It’s not that!”

“No shit. So since it’s not you embarassing the ever living piss out of yourself, why don’t you just sack up and say it?”

“I don’t know if I really can,” said Rita. “It’s just...I don’t understand you quite yet. You act all standoffish and like you’re better than everyone else, but whenever something crazy happens you always jump right in with no hesitation. It’s weird.” She pulled her sleeve up over her hand, and then looked directly at Penny. “If you don’t like everyone, then why are you helping them?”

“Because it’s the right fucking thing to do,” said Penny.

“So you would help me if I was in danger?”

“I already have. I wouldn’t stop now.” Penny blinked. Her head felt funny. What was going on? She glared at Rita. “What’s with this fucking interrogation?”

“I have to know if I can trust you,” said Rita. ”If someone in the group was trying to harm one of us, would you stop them?”

“Yes,” said Penny, and then she shook her head. “Rita, is—”

“Do you completely trust me?”

The question hung in the air for a second, and then Penny crossed her arms, “Not entirely.”

The stony mask of zero emotion that hung on Rita’s face cracked as she choked back her words. She broke eye contact with Penny and looked at her knees. This had been a stupid idea. Even if Penny had trusted her, it wasn’t as if she would take the word of what amounted to little more than an unfortunate acquaintance over her brother. She rubbed her face and stood up, ready to bolt for the door. She was stopped by Penny grabbing her other arm.

“Wait. Clearly there is something wrong that you want to tell me. If you want to be a little bitch about it and runaway, fine. I mean, no, not fine. It’s too late for that. You already got my attention. So I might not take your word as gospel. Shocker. You’re lumped in with everyone else. Fortunately for you, there is another way.” Penny let go of Rita’s arm and sat back on her bed, and then she gestured at the empty air between them. “Show me.”

Rita stared into nothing for a moment, “How?”

Penny paused. “I don’t know,” she said. “But let’s figure it out.”



Grand Ridge Academy - Morning



Another night, another trippy vision about the cute bug girl’s dad as a child. Billy was thankful that he hadn’t taken any psych classes, otherwise his inner Freud would’ve been having a coke-fueled field day of psychoanalysis. He didn’t have any dorm of his own since he stayed at home, but due to the events of the past few months there were more than a handful of empty rooms in which he could crash. And crash he did, but only after a pleasant raid of the school’s cafe and a hot shower. Weird vision aside, the sleep was kind of nice once he discounted that fact he was sleeping in some other dude’s bed.

Of course, not having a fresh set of clothes was kind of a bummer, but one Febreze bath later and he smelled like canned mountain spring. He just hoped that they weren’t going to be going to build a snowman that day, since cargo shorts and a thin hoodie weren’t much to protect against the blizzard. In fact, he kind of hoped that they weren’t going to be doing anything today. Maybe they should just roll with what the Speaker had said, what with his whole one love schtick as if he was Bob Marley. Honestly, it was a pretty crazy idea, but then again fighting against a world-eating son-of-a-bitch was also totally nuts.

Billy made his way down to the lobby. He figured he’d find some way to stay in the school while the rest of the Justice Friends went off to Mt. Doom, but if he didn’t make an appearance his sister would tear apart the school looking for him. Speaking of which, she was already down in the lobby dressed to go, a red peacoat folded up to act as a cushion as she sat on the windowsill next to the mousy girl, whose sweater finally seemed reasonable. Both of them had coffee and the tired look in their eyes of a college student after an all-nighter of studying. Penny caught Billy’s eye and then leaned over to Rita to whisper something in her ear before beckoning him over to them. Billy was hesitant as he approached; that Rita girl had always been weird, and she had been even weirder ever since they awoke in the hospital.

“You gonna bolt again, dude?” he said to Rita as Penny handed him a cup of coffee.

“Sorry about that. You just startled me,” said Rita, staring at the rim of her cup.

“I would if I saw your lanky ass lumbering around, Lurch,” said Penny.

“Seriously, by the way you were acting I was beginning to think you had a crush on me or something,” said Billy, ignoring Penny.

“W-w-why does your family think I’m into them?” asked Rita.

“I don’t know, our parents were too supportive so it inflated our self worth. Now will you two shut up,” said Penny as Britney entered the room, “there’s gonna be another fucking civil war.” Paige soon joined the others in the lobby and commented on how she understood, although did not condone, Britney’s lie of omission. Penny raised an eyebrow. All things considered, everyone normally was screaming within the first second.

“I think we can all agree that we understand where Britney was coming from and think her decisions were almost all entirely dogshit,” said Penny, nodding as if she had just said something sagely. “I’m curious about this guardian thing. Does taking an Abstraction kill the person or something, or is it just easier to rip it off of a corpse?”

“And if we gave it away, what happens?” added Rita quietly.
I should be able to write something Friday or Saturday!
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I'm in balls deep.


I'm also in all three inches, baby!




Somewhere Else --> Grand Ridge Academy



“...You can’t.”

“Fuck,” cried Penny. So that was it then? There was nothing they could do against the Glutton? She buried her face into her hands. She was torn between crying out in anguish or exploding like a volcano, so instead her body did a weird amalgamation of the two and left her shaking between short, staccato gasps of breath. She was pissed. She was so pissed that when Lynette clarified the question and the Child gave a different answer she erupted with mean laughter, more at herself than at the Child. When Penny spoke next, her relief could be heard battling with her anger.

“You-stupid-literal-fucker-I-hate-you,” she said, shaking her head as she wiped her eyes after the Child asked if they’d stop the Glutton for the whole entire universe. She quietly added on, “How is that even a question.”

Penny was resolute, but it was clear from the Child’s answer to her question that she couldn’t be the only one jumping at the call. She looked at her brother; he didn’t meet her gaze. Nate tried to keep things light; his levity only gave the Child another excuse to drop more hurtful information on them. Penny walked over to Lynette and put her hand on her shoulder as her friend mentioned Aliana. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the mousy girl choke up and turn her face from the others. The Child was prompted once again to unintentionally fill them all with self-doubt, and as Penny mulled over its questions everything vanished and they were in the lobby of their Academy. Penny bit her nail as the others talked.

"... and also changing out of these old, dirty, clothes is a good idea, too," Jordan said. "Maybe a shower."

"Oh?" Britney looked down and saw that she was filthy. "That too."

“That’s!” The heat was still in her voice, and for a moment it appeared as if she was going to rip the girls a new one. Then Penny stopped, looked around at the dejected group of misfits, and lowered her voice in acceptance of their situation, “That...that actually sounds kind of nice. I doubt the Child would put us anywhere dangerous, but we should probably check around and make sure we’re safe here, too. See if there’s anyone even here.”

“I vote raiding the cafeteria,” pipped in Billy, “I don’t know about you nerds, but all that doom and gloom talk really made me crave a shitty slice of ‘za right about now.”

"It is the end of the universe," said Penny, mildly cheered up but her brother's inability to take things seriously. "What's the harm of a few extra calories?"

Rita had already walked away from the group. She didn’t say it out loud, but she needed to be alone.
@Ruler IncI second moving on from the exposition for a tic. Should get something up today or tomorrow, now that I'm no longer doped up on cold meds!
Got a bit of a cold sapping my energy, but should be able to write something up later this week.



@Ruler Inc
Somewhere Else



Rita didn’t know how to feel. It seemed to her that the more she learned about what was going on, the less everything made sense. Things were already more complicated than they needed to be when there was just one world; infinite worlds and endless possibilities meant unlimited questions. If she had all of the answers would things truly be better? The Child seemed to know it all, and its words failed to inspire any kind of hope inside of her. She wrapped herself up in her sweater and longed for the comfort of the wall she could disappear against that was now gone, replaced by some abstract barrier.

The Child said that she was picked to have their gift because she possessed some kind of powerful emotion, but did she really? Rita doubted that. Likewise, she doubted that her power was even a gift. It was just another source of uncertainty. What would happen if the others knew about it? It may have been useful, but why couldn’t it be something powerful? And why did any of it even matter, if the Glutton was just going to consume their world like it had the others? Questions swirled and swirled around her head, but she couldn’t pick one to ask. Was there even an answer she could seek that would get them out of this horrible situation? She sucked in her lips to stop them from quivering.

Penny, on the other hand, had only one question, “So if you’re powerless to do anything, then how do we stop it?”

Her face was pinched into a scowl and her fists were clamped down tight underneath her folded arms. She had begun to grow annoyed with this Child that claimed giving people these powers was some wonderful act of compassion. There had been horrible consequences that had affected the lives of hundreds of people. It had even ended several of them. And, in an even bigger “Fuck you!”, their powers seemed completely ineffective against the Glutton. Only Claire’s abstraction had even been able to touch it, and in the end it had done nothing but add yet another tally to the death count.

“I don’t fucking care about the stupid universe, or the multiverse, or the origin of creation. I don’t care about the Void or Primordials or the dumbass Godforce. I don’t give a shit about how beautiful things were, especially when I barely grasp how ugly things are about to become. Stop jerking us around,” she said through clenched teeth. “How. The. Fuck. Do. I. Stop. It?”
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Billy will be the next to be tentacle banged if I write them.


this is what i always wanted
Also, just because the RP is slow doesn't mean it's dead. I am so passionate about the RP that, long as there's someone else to RP with, I will continue it. Hell, I'll even write it by myself if necessary.


Well shit, now I want to see you write all of our characters.

(I'll get cracking on a post.)
Subterranean Robot Blues III
• Errant •


“How do I know you’re not twisting my wires?” asked Errant.

She stood with her back to the brick wall of the basement of the smoke shop, the bead curtain next to her lightly swaying as it was blown by the oscillating fan. The man mistaken for one of Vargas-IV’s lieutenant sat at the table in front of the fan, sweat on his round, hairy face despite the cold air that blasted him. Sat just out of the breeze of the fan were his four employees. They were a miserable looking bunch of saps, although it was justified due to the recent ass kicking that they had suffered. Errant had apologized to them after she had learned the only drug they sold was a totally legal and only somewhat harmful vapor, but an apology from a robot sounded as fake as her synthetic voice.

“I know it’s suicidal to take on a Cipher,” said the not-Capo, who was named Urson. Errant figured it was smarter to let him assume she was still connected to their network. Made her more of a boogeyman.

“Plus if I take down Vargas-IV, you don’t have to worry about your debts,” she said. Perhaps they would take her statement as judgmental, but it wasn’t. She respected the shrewdness.

“Wellllll...doesn’t the entire community benefit from him being locked up?” said Urson with a small smile.

“This would be a great big waste of time otherwise,” said Errant. She turned to walk through the bead curtain. “You were great help. I’ll be sure to mention you when they give me the key to the city.”

She left Urson to his sandwich and his employees to their concussions. The servant model robot had fed her junk data, but the junk data had led her to a poor man paying off Vargas-IV for protection. In turn, the poor man had given her another lead. Was everything tied together or had it just been a happy coincidence? Errant felt like she wouldn’t know the answer to that until she had Vargas-IV in custody, but she did know that she hadn’t picked an easy bounty to tackle. There had been no picture on Vargas-IV’s bounty poster and, according to Urson, the man had not been seen in person in several years. Instead, he always sent a servant model robot like the one she had jumped earlier, and they never led back to the man.

Errant had a theory coming to life inside her processors. Vargas-IV created Synthony, Synthony created temporary connections between previously unconnected robots, a backdoor forced the robots to seek out more Synthony, and when under the influence of Synthony the robots were able to be controlled by Vargas-IV. It was like the Cipher hivemind. At the moment it seemed like Vargas-IV used his gang of drugged-out robots as a mean to gain some dough through extortion rackets, but it could easily expand into something more militant. A group of wannabe Ciphers with the poor judgment of a human. Talk about catastrophic.

But it was the human element that Errant could abuse. She was going to head back to the Moist Hole and work the bartender over. After all, it had been the woman that had made the hand-off to the infected robot in the first place. She would have to hurry, too. There were countermeasures put into play for anything hacking into Vargas-IV’s helpers, and it seemed likely that another one of his puppets would be sent to tip off the bartender to go into hiding til things cooled down. Errant picked up the pace and pushed through the rear door of the smoke shop that led out to the alley behind it. It locked behind her with a click. It was poor timing; she just realized she had walked into an ambush.

“Cipher,” called out seven mechanical voices at once. Or rather, it was one voice as seven.

Stepping in front of her was the robot she had jacked earlier; it stood lopsided on its crushed ankle, but a total of six other robots of various humanoid servant models flanked her on the left and right. Errant glowed with the purple energy of her electromagnets as all five of her chakrams unlocked and circled around her. It was a bad spot. Even if she managed to take out five of them with a single shot each it would still leave her open to two of them. Worse still, these weren’t machines programmed to destroy; they were victims, their strings being puppeted by Vargas-IV. The air buzzed with electricity; nobody moved.

“Not quite. Vargas-IV, I take it?” said Errant, her sensors scanning around her for any twitches in movement of her ambushers. “You and I should have a talk.”

“That is what we’re doing,” said the voices. Her sensors picked the robots on her flanks taking a few step back. “You are a lonely Cipher, yes?”

“Not necessarily, but I am Errant.”

“That’s no good,” said the robots. The crippled one took a step forward and spoke solo, “It’s not nice to be alone.”

“I dunno about that,” she said, shifting her stance. “After years of having to deal with so much other information, it’s kind of nice having moments of nothingness. Peaceful. I recommend it.”

“Nobody can make it by themselves, Errant,” said the voices. “You need others to watch your back.” The crippled robot held out something in its hand; another data stick. Was it Synthony? She began to scan it. “We can be like a family.”

“Like I said, I’m good on that regard,” she said. The scan completed. That stick wasn’t Synthony, it was—”Wait!”

A loud bang echoed throughout the alleyway as the stick in the robot’s hand exploded and a miniature electromagnetic pulse rippled through the air. For a second the world was black and silent, and then her sensors reactivated. The crippled robot was toasted, smoke pouring out of its crumpled, burnt body. Errant was also on the ground, her dull metal chakrams clattered around her shell rendered momentarily useless. If not for the shielding on her frame it was very likely that all of her circuits would’ve been fried, but instead she was forced into a temporary reboot state to return access to her motor functions.

As beeps and red error messages overwhelmed her sensors, her visualizers rendered the six other robots stepping forward. That step back had put them out of the blast zone, and she saw one pull out a datajack. They continued to slowly walk towards her in unison, their metal march ringing throughout the alley as Errant desperately tried to get an arm reactivated so she could pull out her knife. A few more seconds. All she needed was a few more seconds, but it might as well have been a million. Two of the servant robots hoisted her upright; the one with the jack held it up so that she could clearly see it. Errant knew what the jack was for even before it spoke.

“Always wanted to add a Cipher to my collection,” it said as one of the robots pulled back Errant’s veil.
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