BrokenPromise

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Davis's eyebrows raised in shock. “Alice? You can't be serious! Surely you can think of something?” Davis turned around again, this time it was Noel and Cyrus who refuted his idea. “No, not you too!” Davis spun around again to look at Caora. “No, not little conquest! This was our idea! How can you lose faith so easily?” Davis wandered around the “arena” like a depressed drunk, dragging his sword behind himself.

Calvin pointed at Lucas. “You look just as innocent as me right now. So I'd stop spouting crap if I were you.” Calvin turned to look at Davis. “Anyway, I'd hate to be the one to rain down on your little ego trip, but we all in agreement that there's no way the footprints were faked. Even your highly recommended 'expert' said they looked normal. Like Caora said, the scratches were probably made postmortem with the file. There's no reason to further embarrass ourselves with this stripping nonsense.” Calvin sighed. “It makes me angry to say this but... The killer set up a perfect crime. He got us, We lost.”

Davis fell onto his hands and knees. The wind that blew around the courtroom had subsided. “We lost?” He was speaking into the ground. “Did my conquest actually fail a second time?” His fingers curled into talons, but were unable to dig into the court's metal floor. “Alice, you didn't die just so that we could fail here, did you?” He closed his eyes and a single tear fell to the floor. “Is this as far as I can carry your memory?” But then he heard Bliss say something.

“AHHHHHH! Mary to!?”

Davis looked up at Mary. He could see her, well, the parts of her that weren't covered by Monokuma's censorship screen. “Mary?” Davis used one of his arms to dry his eyes. “Mary... you did it? You're... Embracing conquest?” Davis's smile broadened. “Seems our group isn't out of determination yet!” Davis used his sword to support himself as she stood back up. “I'm not out of the fight!”

“The hell are you talking about?” Calvin placed both of his hands on his podium. “Nobody wants to hear any more of your crack pot theories!”

“Least of all the killer!” Davis looked around himself. He hadn't been this energetic since he first drew that stupid sword of his. “I'm not going to let this one go, especially after the killer revealed himself in this court room!”

“What are you going on about?”

Davis ignored Calvin and instead turned to face Noel. “You are being foolish. A moment doesn't go by where you aren't flashing that camera in someone's face. It would not be difficult to assume you would take pictures of a murder scene. I know you want to think your pictures are going to be the next big scoop. But it's not ice cream this time sweet heart, it's shit!” When Davis turned to face Cyrus, he dragged his swords around himself. this sent golden spark across the floor before he pointed it at Cyrus. “Thirty minutes to an hour you say? To do what exactly? The mono shoppe is right on the way to krista's room. If the killer wanted to pick up a knife and plant it in her room, it wouldn't take him five minutes. I'm even accounting for the round trip back to her body to return the handbook.” Davis sheathed the sword. “As a bartender who's seen bouncers deal with rowdy folk, I can tell you that fights don't last nearly as long as the ones in those action flicks you watch. They are usually over with in just a few punches. I'm going to say the fight took even less time than planting the evidence did.”

Calvin growled. “Mondatta was a monk, a skilled fighter. He wouldn't go down easy.”

“What, you think it was a fight to the death? I actually think Mondatta won the fight!” Davis was starting to speak a bit louder. “I think he downed the killer in one punch, and snapped the file in half. Then just like with me, he offered to keep the entire thing a secret and insisted he confess what he did. And then when Mondatta was walking away, the little shit charged him and ran his head into the stalagmite!”

Calvin rolled his eyes. “His back was leaning up against the stalagmite. So he would have had enough time to turn and face the killer. You think Mondatta wouldn't have stopped him?”

“Maybe he was too slow. He was a fifty year old man with severe health conditions.” Davis growled. “Or maybe the infinite monk knew it was the only way he didn't have to take the killer's life. Mondatta knew Krista would be safe as long as he was dead. Mondatta sacrificed himself for Krista. As an agent of hope, he's now put his faith in us.” Davis threw out his arms. “That also could have happened in under five minutes, which give the killer plenty of time to make up fake footprints!”

“But how!” Calvin threw his hands up in the air. “Say he swept them away, then what?”

“That's something the rest of you have to figure out.”

“Why can't YOU just tell us? you act like you know how they did it!”

“Because that would defeat the point!” Davis swung his sword in the air. He was practically heaving when he looked between Caora and Alice. “I'm not saying that it happened that way. I'm not even saying it's the most likely scenario. But can any of you tell me with a hundred percent certainty that it didn't happen? Because if there's even a small chance, it would be really easy to find irrefutable proof to who the real killer is. But apparently you need some motivation.” Davis grabbed his belt. “If nobody can figure something out, the last thing everyone's going to see is what a REAL sword looks like!”

Monokuma pulled a radio phone out of his fur and held it against his head. “Girls, I'm going to need back up. Bring censorship screens.”

Bliss started to wonder out loud. “Well, if we entertain the possibility, there were two sets of footprints. If the killer wiped away everything, then the mystery pair couldn't have been Cyrus's.” Bliss was using her free hand to shield her eyes from the strippers. “Those must have been the killer's shoe prints then, but how did they get Krista's shoe prints everywhere? No girl keeps a matching pair of shoes, so they didn't get them from her room. And with such a small time frame, I doubt they could really make anything. They must have used something in the cave.” Bliss placed a finger on her chin and looked well above everyone's naughty bits. “And what did Davis mean when he said the killer revealed themselves? Did Calvin or Lucas speak a contradiction? They were the only people other than Krista and Mondatta that knew about the meeting.”

Your first RP character

Tell everyone about your first RP character. Bonus points if you can point out why they were horrible.

So my first character's name was Gail. He was a demon hunter who worked for an interdenominational demon hunting agency, the Silver Myths. Basically, evil creatures from other worlds would traverse dimensions and had to be stopped. He wasn't an edge lord. While he did have that tragic death in his past, it was never the defining point of his character. He could laugh, smile, get angry, and show a lot more emotion than the "angry man" and "shy girl" that he typically hung out with. Gail also wasn't a pretty boy. I think I described him looking something like Frankenstein's monster. Sounds okay so far right?

His backstory was pretty bland. He had been alive for a good four to six hundred years, and he had no notable accomplishments. Gail could have been twenty and his skill set would have been the same. He just kind of knew how to swing his scythes around. Yes, scythes, plural, he duel wielded them. No, you can't realistically fight like that. But when you just write "he slashed the beholder and it fell in half" You can get away with it. I was also really "good" at writing body horror, so my fellow teenagers were able to forgive my bland fight scenes. He was also half angel and half demon for some reason. It was never really explained. I mean, he had human parents, his soul just split like that after he died. Probably the worst part was that I made this guy for a devil may cry RP.

Player Criticisms; everyone's responsibility or just GMs?

Posting a "critique" in the OOC is definitely a surefire way to cause drama, if not make someone abandon the RP entirely. I witnessed someone telling someone to "use the enter key," and 3 other players plus the GM parroted this advice back to them. Needless to say, they left the RP they were in. Shortly afterwards, I noticed other players started to become self conscious of their writing to the point where they left, or found fault with the GM's lofty writing expectations. Nobody wants to endure public humiliation.

My boss's motto about employees is that you never want to let them know you are dissatisfied with them. And I think a GM should behave the same way with his fellow players. I'm very fortunate in that the RP I run is filled with writers who meet or exceed my criteria. Telling people how to improve their writing is not something I feel comfortable with doing. It would be one thing if I was on friendly terms with them. But some of these people I don't know especially well, and I'd hate to drive them away on account of them parroting other posts too much.

If a player or players have a problem with a particular user's writing, they should talk to the GM about it. And if the GM feels it is necessary, they can address it. Sometimes I know I should do something, but don't because I think I'm alone in the decision.

And ditto to what Pugbutter and Odin said. there are far too many assholes and people with sensitive feelings to allow everyone to openly critique. This is something that, when it needs to be addressed, should be done via PM by a GM.

Lunacy of Love: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Anyway, it's back up.

It seems like most of the information stayed.

Discord and The Guild/RPing

I'd like to start by saying that I don't believe Discord is a huge problem for RPs. GMs can decide for themselves if they want to use discord or not.

But I am not a huge fan of discord. I like the slower pace of forum OOC posting, as it's much easier to keep up with. While I'm at work, I can miss several important conversations on discord. That never seems to happen when everything is kept on the forum. That, and it's just an extra place where I have to check for questions that were directed at me. And since I like reading forum posts, the fact that the OOC banter has almost entirely vanished is a negative to having an RP discord.

I just find it kind of distracting. It's really a matter of preference, and I don't think you're going to have much luck debating people on it. You're comparing apples to oranges.

Lunacy of Love: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

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Lunacy of Love: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@skarsgard just looked at their twitter. The whole service is down for the moment. They say it might not be a quick fix.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Davis shot Shaun a piercing gaze. “Shaun.” He began with a low growl. “I... would say that's a pretty agreeable analysis. I would go for head trauma myself. But yes,The stalagmite is cracked, so Mondatta must have cracked somewhere too. Without peaking inside his armor, we'll never know for sure. But I suspect if we were to follow that crack, we'd see a chunk of it was missing. Namely where the monk's head came into contact with it.” Davis nodded to himself. “And with that I do believe all the pieces are in place.” Davis shoved his hand inside his vest. “We can now reveal the killer!” With a swift motion, Davis drove the edge of his hand along his shirt seam, blowing all the buttons off of his vest and dress shirt as it went down. A draft suddenly picked up in the court room. It made the curtains flutter, and Davis's opened shirt/vest fluttered in the wind like a cape. His tie remained around his neck, but it still danced in the wind. Even with all that movement, no one could avert their eyes from his fully exposed chest. There was a large diamond shaped tuft of hair on it that tapered off around the rest of his torso. He was no body builder, but he did keep himself in decent shape. “Behold my innocence!” he bellowed.

“AHHHHHH!” Bliss turned away from Davis, only to see Caora. “AHHHHHHH, you too!?” Bliss looked around sheepishly. “Why are you guys undressing!”

“For conquest!” Davis drew his sword once more and turned to face Caora. “Ah, the girly boy has finally realized it! For as small as he is, he's letting his desperation and ambition fuel his conquest!” Davis waved his sword at everyone. “You should all follow suit!”

“NO!” Bliss hugged herself. “It's indecent even to ask that! What does that even achieve?”

“Well.” Davis looked at his sword. “You see there was a fight so-”

“No there wasn't!” Calvin interrupted. “I don't care how Mondatta entered the scene. Look at the pictures. If there was a struggle, he would leave footprints in that area around the stalagmite that was filed. But there's nothing there! You don't spot someone filing a stalagmite near an unconscious woman and ask them to stop. Or do you think Mondatta politely called them over?”

Davis grinned. “Heh, I guess I was getting ahead of myself.” Perfection rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I believe these footprints are a red haring though.”

Calvin tightened his grip on the podium “I thought the knife was a red haring?”

“I guess our killer didn't want to be caught.” Davis shrugged. “So we have two sets of footprints. One of which belongs to Krista, the other of which belongs to an unknown individual.”

Calvin folded his arms. “And you think they are fake?”

“They could be it's a possibility. But I know you won't listen to me.” Davis extended his hand towards Alice. “Why don't we let the infinite recon explain? Surely you'll all value the opinion of someone who's talent is literally scouting?”

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Of course the very next person to talk after Calvin would be that inbred trap. Davis volted over his podium and landed in the circle, sorrounded by the other infinites.

“Hey!” Monokuma fret his brow. “You can't do that!”

“It's not in the rules.”

Monokuma barfed up his E-handbook and started to scroll. “Honeysuckles... I'm going to fix that. Just you watch!”

Perfection walked towards the other end of the circle. He appeared to be moving towards Caora. The spartan still had his sword with him, resting inside his scabbard. One of his hands were resting on the hilt, much like a wandering ronin might. His discheveled facial hair completed the look. But davis was not headed towards Caora. As soon as he approached his Podium, he walked clockwise over to Bliss.

“Caora wants to talk to an adult. Let us kids solve the case.” Bliss only nodded in response before turning to face Caora. While the infinite nanny wasn't the most useful person in the court, it felt like a waste of resources to task her with entertaining the trap. But maybe he wouldn't distract the others so much now.

Bliss talking to Caora

Bliss started to speak in a higher pitched tone. One that a mother might use when playing with a young child. “The case is a little hard to keep up with, isn't it?” She giggled. “I actually think he believe Krista is innocent. I noticed Davis likes most of the girls.” She nodded. “That's why he said that he never thought it was Krista, but that most of the evidence pointed to her. I think he actually believes someone was trying to set her up.” The nanny folded her arms, but kept her smile up. “I also think they were going to topple over the rock thing with the hole in it. It was to make it week so that it could fall over. Maybe the wedge was simply filed into dust?” Bliss shrugged her shoulders. “The thingamerbob? I think they hid it from us Caora. They probably hid it somewhere they knew we wouldn't look.” Bliss placed her hands on her hips. “And I'm also curious as to why Mondatta and Krista weren't together. That's why I asked them.” Bliss nodded again. “Oh, and I'm afraid the last time I saw Krista or Mondatta was when I went to bed. Even when I got back up to get something to eat, I didn't encounter them.”

Davis walked into the center of the courtroom. He turned to Alice, who was demanding silence from everyone, apologizing, and then started talking about the possibility of Mondatta's suit crushing him. Cute. “We won't get very far addressing things that we don't understand. We don't know how the suit works, nor were we able to find any evidence it was tampered with. Best to stick with what we can see and understand.” Then Cyrus started being, well, whatever sort of demon Cyrus had become. At the mention of the word “defacing,” Davis's head twitched and his teeth graded. The Spartan turned to look at the unholy politician. “Haha, yea! Well it's a shame flirting you up won't work, because I feel like kissing you right now.” Davis grinned.

“Wait, really?” Aleecia “looked” at Dr. Killgood. “Is that true?”

“Yup!” Monokuma nodded. “To deface something is to mar or ruin the surface of something. Junko would have been totally screwed in this killing game!”

“So...” Calvin folded his arms. “I guess the killer did need to keep Krista alive if he planned on dropping the stalagmite on her.”

“Ding ding ding!” Davis threw out his arms in mock surprise. “So Krista's testimony seems to make perfect sense so far. She walked in on the killer, the killer knocked her out. Presumably tackled into the wall that has blood on it. She could have been knocked out with a tool of some kind, but we didn't find one.” Davis pointed at the ground. “And then the killer laid her out here to drop the stalagmite on her. He must have put her up against the wall later to make the thought of her knocking herself out more plausible.” Davis lifted up the tool handle. “And let's not forget the file. Krista may not have used it, but it was used on Mondatta's armor, albeit a bit ineffectively.”

But Calvin wasn't listening to Davis. He was instead more interested in what Lucas was saying. “Hey ass hole! Are you trying to say I did it?”

Davis groaned. “Relax, we're not quite ready to start pointing the finger at anyone yet... but we're close.”

Calvin sighed. “Yea.”

At this point, Davis heard Damiyon ask who reached the cave first. “I'm not something as sophisticated as a poet I realize, but I doubt the killer would have been filing the stalagmite if he had already killed Mondatta.” Davis folded his arms. “Mondatta must have arrived while Krista was knocked out, and intervened. There was a struggle, as evident by the marks on his armor.” He scoffed before continuing. “I do not accept the possibility that Mondatta was going to kill Krista, by the way. Not only do I think Krista would have been able to spot his silhouette rather easily, but he was tasked with protecting her. He would be the number one suspect if something happened. This is also the monk that did so much for our group, and was even willing to sacrifice himself during the first night of carnage.” Davis sighed. “So now we just have to figure out how he actually died.”

“About time!” Ice yelled. He was ignored.

“And what's this?” Davis slid across the floor over to Mary's position. “A hairline crack? Well I do think we have all the pieces we need now!” Davis leaned on Mary's podium. “And if you ever want to shut me up, putting one's lips over mine has proven to be quite effective.” Davis was smart enough to get out of smacking distance before going on more. “But since we're solving this murderer, I don't recommend doing it until we're in the clear.” After giving the streamer a wink Davis looked back at his fellow infinites. “So, how did Mondatta die?”