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The virgin "My post was so bad it killed the RP!" VS the chad "My post was so good it concluded the RP."
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W I T H R I G H T E O U S H A N D S





Did you know that Dante's inferno is called a divine comedy because things work out for the protagonist? Back in the day, the only two genres were comedy and drama. The only difference was that in a comedy, the protagonist is better off at the end, and a drama is the opposite. So that's why a story about going through hell can still be considered a comedy, even if it's not funny.

Name:
Broken Promise, BP, Boss

Age:
Old enough to know better, too young to care. (that is to say 30's)

Preferred RPs:
I Prefer to make my own, but will occasionally join something if it looks interesting. I'll join just about anything so long as it isn’t overly edgy/sweet, though it's rare for me to do. I don't do 1x1s too often either.

Preferred Roles:
I tend to play adorable characters everyone wants to befriend or proper assholes everyone wants to stay away from. I try not to play moral paragons or prime evils.

RP Conquests:
I've completed quite a few RP's off site, but most of them are on private forums or have simply been lost to the ravages of server crashes. As for stuff here, I'm sure everyone who sees me post in the off topic sections has seen me find an excuse to talk about Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage. It's a project that took over 4 years to complete and I feel pride not only for myself but all the wonderful people who helped make it enjoyable during its run. Re: Zero: The High Council Is technically my first, but it was just something I kind of took over and ended up ending the story after just six months. It finished, but eh...

Last RP I finished was Symphony of Espers which turned out pretty good.

RP's in progress:
For some reason I can't seem to stay away from Ari's magical girl RP, even if I'm not sure why I'm still in it.

As for my own projects, I'm doing Symphony on High to continue the gigachad adventures of the espers in Pax Septimus.

RP Graveyard:
I've been pretty fortunate on this forum. I think I joined one when I first came on the site that didn't really do anything, and there are a few 1x1 things that didn't go anywhere. It's disappointing when an RP ends before it can be finished, but I've come to look at them as learning experiences.

And then there's that london magical girl RP, and that dark magical girl RP. I think I'm done joining magical girl RPs for a while.

Other interests:
Videos
I watch a lot of educational videos on youtube. Usually as research for something I’m writing or purely because a topic interests me. I like channels like Tier Zoo and Daryl Talks Games, and I’ll also watch things like Critical Drinker or Literature Devil to deepen my understanding of story telling. Though I also like memes and jokes, to which I’ll find myself watching stuff like Sseth, but usually find myself surfing through meme videos. I gotta work on that.

Games
I have a rather long history of playing virtually every platformer to come into existence during the indie boom, as well as quite a few other indie games. I’ve played Meatboy, Binding of Issac, Gunvolt, Cuphead, Princess Remedy in a World of Hurt, Classic Metroid, Warcraft 3, Final Fantasy 7,8, and 14, Left 4 Dead, Shantae, Celeste, Danganronpa, God Eater, the list goes on. What I’ve played is kind of all over the place. I don’t play many games these days, I tend to pick things that look interesting and go on a decent steam sale.

Painting Minis
I do this in moderation. Otherwise, it's a pretty expensive hobby to start...

Music
I listen to everything, save most country/rap songs. I have too many favorites to name.

Personality:
Not one to take life or the internet too seriously. Is only serious about writing well and having a good time.

People to Insult:
Dalton is a Dingus.

Most Recent Posts

The ability to convert physical matter into energy, by way of breaking it down into energized photons to augment your spells.

Lasso of truth that shit


Wonder woman would be a pretty epic addition to Penrose, yes.
Busy week, I'll see about getting something up over the weekend!
The writer that most inspired my early writing is Michael Crichton. He's the main reason why I do so much research on things before writing about them, and his clear prose style has an influence you can see even now.

Since then, I've borrowed a bit from other role players here and there. It happened a lot more often when I was new to role playing and there were a lot of people who wrote better than I did. I'd pick up on what made their posts better than mine and do my best to match them.

As I got better, there were fewer people to learn from. Moreover, you get to a point where you need to learn what resides behind the words to become a better writer. Things like what types of characters work well together, how to set up plot threads, and stuff like that. It's more than just being a good writer though, since not all of that stuff translates perfectly to being a good role player. In that regard, I learned a lot from reading the opinions of critics. To which there were too many to count. I also had the pleasure of having a retired marvel editor (Eliot Brown) Look over some of my short stories and tell me about the sort of stuff I was doing wrong. A humbling experience to be sure, but also an important milestone for my writing.

It's sort of a nebulous answer, but that's where I'm at.

Going into the new year, I would like to read more books. I tend to do a lot of reading, but it's seldom something like a novel or long story. We'll see I guess.



“’Hentai vore dojin in 3…2…1….”

— Billy


@ERode@PlatinumSkink@FamishedPants@Crusader Lord

Billy was fast enough to snatch up Mariette, he wasn’t faster than her lasers.

“I say wha- I say what in tarnation!?!?”

The effect wasn’t instant, but Mariette’s concentrated beam was able to burn through his bicep. Billy’s bones held strong, but without any flesh between his shoulder and elbow, he didn’t have the ability to hold onto her any longer. Mariette’s tentacles were just enough to push herself out of his grasp. Billy was knocked off balance for just a moment, but that was all Amaryllis and Sophia needed. The rose knight’s blade split Billy from his skull down to his torso, and the pirate’s ax made a like cu from his shoulder to his hip. But there was something wrong. There was no blood. No brain matter, not even a heart. Monsters like billy had little use for such items. Instead his innards were made of skin layered together through and through with bones mixed in.

Each new opening the girls made turned into a mouth. Shattered ribs became teeth, and Billy’s shape became less like a man and more like a Venus fly trap. The mess of twisted flesh and broken bones attempted to ensnare the girls with its maws. Billy’s club arm was in one piece, but he seemed to be shielding it behind his newly formed jaws. And there was something else that only became visible now. The hilt of Billy’s massive club was actually a hood ornament. It looked like an angel with her arms swept back.

The Cadillac managed to slip by Hillaria’s defenses. It shed the rest of its steel before driving into Billy, adding even more maws to whatever Billy transformed into. But the army truck was not so lucky. When Hillaria came down on it, she blew off all four tires and caused all of its armored plaiting to flake off. The bone filled pile of flesh seemed to be knocked unconscious by the impact.

The firetruck was completely dismantled by the minions. The beast within roared before blowing the rest of its cover off as shrapnel. What few minions remained were taken out with a swing of the fleshy slug’s tail. Having come from the fire truck, this thing was massive, easily larger than Billy and the remaining flesh piles combined. Aside from its size, the only difference between this flesh slug and the other monsters was the giant barb-filled cavity it had. Something it was all too willing to demonstrate on the former police car. Without skipping a beat, it slid forward and devoured the pile of flesh in a single bite. This made the flesh slug even larger. Without delay, it turned and charged towards Billy, or was that Hillaria? Regardless, they were both on the same path. If Billy was able to merge with the Cadillac though, one did have to wonder what would happen if the flesh slug reached him.

Eli was also able to catch a glimpse of Billy when she looked in that direction. It seemed that the source of his magic stemmed from the gaudy hood ornament that made up the handle of his club.






“Divide and conquer.”

— Feral


@FamishedPants@Ariamis

The one-two combo from Helga wasn’t something Feral was expecting. It should have, but once it bit into Emily, it lost itself in the blissful taste of her blood. It had been too long since it had tasted something as sweet as the blood of a magical creature, and Emily was a delicacy. It would feed again, and it would feed soon.

But Feral was not oblivious to the other squalls going on. The puppet master’s siege, and the Beacon girls entering the party. There was also the matter of the Endsinger herself. Feral was a lot of things, but it wasn’t some pawn to be used and cast aside. While these ghosts had enable Feral to emerge from Lupa for a time, it was aware this kind of generosity would only last the duration of the battle. This Brought Feral to wondering which of these targets should be hunted first. But then a thought crossed its bestial, simplistic mind.

Why not just hunt them all?

Lupa had to rely on nearby creatures to alter her form, and had been cheating by using Mika’s beast magic. But there were no such creatures to work off of here. As a result, all of Feral’s copies would look just like it. Feral drove its claws into its chest and split itself in half, only those two halves became two wholes once they stepped apart from each other. Then those halves turned into quarters, and those quarters turned into eighths. In total, there were eight hungry Ferals standing before the two magical girls. Four of them ran towards the beacon girls, while another made its way for Anaya, and another towards Endsinger. They would need a moment to cleave through the ghosts in their way an arrive at their destination. Save the remaining two, who charged back towards Emily and Helga.

Feral was not an intellectual fighter, but it knew how to fight in a pack. Both Ferals would approach Helga from her left and right flank respectively, and come in for a pincer, with one aiming to rip through her kneecaps, and the other aiming for her throat. It was not clear if Feral was ignoring Emily at this time, or had already taken her meddling into account.

And with all this duplicating, It was impossible to tell who the real Feral was. Do ya feel lucky, punk?






“Star wars memes? If you insist.”

— Vermin Killer


@DarkwolfX37

It was hard to get a great look at Vermin Slayer. He wore a long black cloak and a wide brimmed top hat that cast a shadow over his features. Not too dark to see his blond hair, which practically glowed even in less than ideal light conditions.

When Shion chose to act, Vermin Slayer did not put up much of a fight. After flashing a smile, he closed his eyes and just let the baseball bat hit the side of his head. Only on impact, it would seem like his body vanished on impact and was suddenly replaced by another flock of crows, which flew off.

“Not everyone considers crow vermin. In fact, crows eat a lot of pests that could be considered vermin.” The Vermin Slayer’s voice seemed to come from all directions. “It’s all perspective I suppose. My employer considers you vermin, asd an example.” The remaining crows took to the air and flew towards Shion, coming at her from the front, back, and even overhead. “But I tire of talking to my prey. Once they pick your bones clean, I’ll collect your bones. And your coin purse I suppose.”






“I am the wind, lightning transformed!”

“I am the flood, water gathered!”

— Su Fang & Mika Sarraf


@Rune_Alchemist@Card Captor@EnterTheHero

A growl escaped Su’s lips when Lily was knocked out of the sky. She dove towards the magical girl with her dread wings emerging from her back. The extinct zombies attempted to close in on Lily, but Su would be there to defend her. Her wings lashed out at the face of a giganotosaurus in an attempt to knock it off balance. While larger than a tyrannosaurs rex, the giganotosaurus had a smaller jaw structure. Su reasoned that while it was likely magical in nature, it would not be stronger than its smaller, stronger counterpart. But Su wasn’t really going to try and fight here. The goal was to rescue Lily, and so long as the giant undead lizard wasn’t going to eat them as she flew away, that was mission accomplished.

Meanwhile, Mika managed to do everything wrong and was just sorta spending the majority of the fight trying to open a portal to the beach dimension. She had to be protected on several occasions, but that was fine. She would have to thank them later.

Once the portal was formed, it was positioned a few inches over the waters of a Kaijo arena. This particular arena was designed for two people, so the platform wasn’t as wide as the portal was. Mika simply jumped to the other side, pulled a remote out of her garments, and pressed the massive large button on a goofy looking controller.

Some of the gadgets that Mika had purchased in the beach dimension only worked there. That included her orbital squirt gun. With just a click of a button, Mika could flood just about any area of the beach dimension. Today though she aimed directly behind herself. In just a few seconds, enough water to extinguish a forest fire came falling out of the sky. The wake alone would be enough to push Mika and the platform out of the portal’s opening. This wasn’t going to be a repeat of last time she foughht in an alleyway. This time she would save everyone. This time she’d be a superhero

The huge surge of water created a wake that pushed the arena platform out of the portal, followed by thousands upon thousands of gallons of water. The only restriction was the “small” opening by which the water could enter Penrose.

“Now this is surfing! I call it waking Leviathan!”

Mika could never create a flood this big with her magic, but she was more than capable of controlling its currents. Mika directed the water through the dinosaurs en route to the necromancer. The water almost behaved like a giant serpent, with the platform floating somewhere between its head and the rest of its body. Just to make it a bit harder for the dinos, Mika had the water churn like a maelstrom as it rushed forward. If the waves didn’t outright crush the dinosaurs, then they might get trapped inside and be unable to attack Mika directly. There was no reason to suspect they would be strong swimmers anyway.

“I’ve got you now, bones!”



”Petition to rename the triplets Monad, Dyad, and Triad.”

— Tetrad


Needless to say, shit was getting pretty real by the time Tetrad and the triplets showed up. ”So gotta get big guy’s staff, huh?” Tetrad took a look at her cards before biting her lip. ”Heh, well, it shouldn’t be too bad if you’re going to cover me.” It didn’t take long for Tetrad for her grin to return, and for the cradle agent to leap into the thick of it.

Her next attack was another blue bipartisan attack, the one that turned her knife into something strong enough to slice through just about anything. She decapitated a pterodactyl, only to recall the knife and split it’s carcass in half before it collided with her. Then she tossed a red card at group of smaller dinasaurs and the resulting explosion blew them away. At this point, it became apparent that she wasn’t going to have enough cards to blow every single dinosaur apart, and opted to fly over them. She tossed a yellow card at a tyranasarus, which stunned it just long enough for her to fly over the ensuing chaos. Ten feet wasn’t very high, but fortunately she could hover over Mika’s “tidal snake.” She threw her remaining yellow cards at the necromancer. If everything worked out, she would land at least one of them, and stun him long enough to close the distance and destroy his staff with a simple toss of her bipartisan. But if it wasn’t, well, there was always her deck wasn’t there?



”Sometimes, the situation trips so many balls that there's nothing to think or do in the situation, and you just gotta leave your post segment blank while wrting an unusually large quote thing.”

— Tonya “Mac” Murphy


...but then you have to go into the conversational section of the writing which is where the bloat I was talking about comes from. I feel like if you have to write constantly when there's not much to say, then you're setting yourself up to practice Purple Prose.


Then don't? I've never really had that problem. If everyone's seated at a round table having a discussion, You can collaborate, bunny, or simply write less. I've never really thought to myself: "Shit! I need to blow this up to five paragraphs so that nobody thinks I'm slacking!" I must stress I have yet to really write in this forum's advanced section, and am simply familiar with that style of role playing.

Though I do think that you can very easily integrate that kind of lore in a Casual RP.


You can, which is probably why I've never felt the need to post outside of casual.
<Snipped quote by Inkarnate>

How do you mean?


They treat them like a string of solo posts, so there's a lot of head hopping, repeating, and other unpleasantness. if I had to guess.

@Penny Interesting way of handling the situation of people using your character.

I tend to just collab with people.
Back when I started off roleplaying, I always saw the Advanced category as something to aspire to...


And that's really the problem, isn't it? You saw the advanced section as some special elite force that you wanted to be a part of, and were disappointed when it wasn't. There is no air of superiority. I only ever post in casual and I've had people invite me into their advanced RPs. I have friends whho primarily participate in Free invited to advanced RPs.

I can't say I've played in any advanced RPs on this forum, but it use to be the only thing I did. There are plenty of ways to bulk up a post that are interesting and don't involve writing page after page of inner monologues.

You can describe objects, places, and the like. Not just how they look, but their history.

So instead of writing "Bob thought that he had the most amazing mug in the world, because it was his favorite color and had a nice smell etc etc." You can instead be like "Bob held a mighty fine cup. It was carved from the ivory tusk of an elephant, and had to be made out of a single piece to avoid seams etc etc." The difference being that while only mind readers would know what bob is thinking moment to moment, other characters could be familiar with the history of an object. So then someone can post for Gary noticing the cup and being familiar with all of its details.

What I notice mostly about looking at how things are written between free and advanced is that the players care more about stuff aside from their character. Free players just want to know and write about what their character is doing, while the Advanced players want to know how every bobble works and what the mountain people eat every morning. If you don't care about lore, there's little for you in advanced.
Casual:
There was a faint howl from the hinges as the door opened.


That's not quite correct. You need two posts to properly show off Casual.

Post #1:

Anyone looking at Noel would see a beautiful young woman, but she was broken. She didn't look like a slave. Noel's silken white dress was the envy of the upper class, but it might as well have been a chain collar. She had been taken from her real parents at a young age. old enough to remember her origins, but young enough to be molded into what they wanted her to be. Her hopes, aspirations, and dreams had been beaten out of her every time she tried to escape. Few would blame her for trying to escape the prison that she lived in, but she was made to realize that escape was impossible, and just attempting would do nothing but subject her to greater levels of humility and and suffering. Her clothes hid her scars, and she was properly cleaned before being put in a room with her buyer. "What would you have me do, my lord?" She was committed to doing everything he asked.

Post #2:

Robert took off his shirt and handed it to her. "Iron this."

Just posting because OP getting fired up over an RP having standards is hilarious.

Real talk though, you're not going to fit the wants and needs of every GM neatly inside of 3 sections. Honest bullet points for all the sections would look something like this:

Free: For people who don't take the writing aspect of RPing too seriously and prefer a fast post pace.

Casual: For Free roleplayers who don't mind reading longer posts, and Advanced roleplayers who don't mind reading less-than-perfect writing.

Advanced: For people who want to challenge themselves, take the writing aspect very seriously, and/or prefer a slower posting pace.
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