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4 mos ago
Everybody wants that fire IC but nobody wants to GM it.
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12 mos ago
If you're roleplaying with your only friends, you're roleplaying with your best friends.
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2 yrs ago
I think to sell someone on an interest check, it's really important to seem enthusiastic about your own idea. That means writing more than a single sentence to attract potential players.
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3 yrs ago
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

To answer the thread title, I’ve been rather pleased with the amount of diversity I’ve seen in my own roleplays, and some of the ones I have joined. The trick is for the GM to create an environment that encourages diversity, but it also falls to the players to give their creations interesting quirks. It’s the smallest details that really make a character for me. Every medieval anime RP needs a dark swordsman with a big sword, but the difference between an interesting character and a boring one all depend on the finer details. A ruthless killer that loves animals, A nurse with a fiery temper, you don’t have to reinvent the wheel to make a compelling character.

Not all diversity is created equally. Racial diversity is fine in a slice of life RP that takes place in an American school, but if you’re joining an RP about vikings, your African American character is not going to be a welcome addition to that. Same with Ethnic diversity. It’s fine to want to be a “speshal snohflayke,” but you have to avoid taking a huge shit on everything the GM has set up. Just because it has never been seen before doesn’t mean it’s good. Just because it’s a tried and true stereotype doesn’t mean it’s not good.

Running the risk of sounding somewhat egotistical, I once decided to join an RP that was all about killing macabre things in ye olde Europe. After looking at all the character sheets, I set out to make a character. She was an Irish baker who was part of the town militia, and did well enough to get one of her noble friends to make her some armor to wear on her outings. She doesn’t sound too remarkable, yet she was the only female player character in the RP, one of the only human player characters, the only one who’s main profession wasn’t related to killing things, the only character without any magical gear, the only character who wore armor, etc. I think you get the point. By being a relatively normal person, she stood out a lot more than the other characters.

On the topic of “ugly character = better character” I gotta say EHHHHHHHHHHHHH but then again I also see where people are going with it. I was in an RP where someone actually mentioned several times about how remarkably attractive their character was, and she liked and wanted to hump everyone she came in contact with. Thing is, she was also sexually abused by her father. You’d think that would give her a twisted outlook on her beauty, where everyone who wanted to pursue her friendship was “like him” and just wanted to use her because she was pretty. I guess the dad thing was just to make her pitiable. Regardless, I’ve never experienced anything like an entire RP having two-dimensional characters because they were all pretty. I chalk that up to players who care more about wish fulfillment than telling a story. I think roleplayers have a tendency to gravitate towards certain roles that interest them. As they get better, they take one of two paths. Some try to acquire new experiences by signing up for roles they’ve never taken before. Others double down and refine what they want to play, sometimes because roleplaying is more about wish fulfillment to them. Unfortunate, but not every player is interested in making a unique character.
I have it on good authority that after we execute his character, he's going to stick around because he likes us that much.


“Maybe that was too much science”

— Vermin Killer


@DarkwolfX37

The crows zoomed towards Shion, before they fumbled mid-air and smashed into her. Shortly afterwards, the befuddled birds fell to the ground and rolled several feet away from her. No one present looked like they were enjoying themselves. Let’s break that down a bit so that it’s easier to understand what Shion did and how we got that result.

The first thing Shion did was release a wave of photons, which are carrier particles for many things. In Shion’s case: They can give or take electrons to give something a positive or negative electronic charge. She did this to overload the crow’s Cry4 cryptochromes, which is a protein located in most birds eyes and enables them to see magnetic fields. This is why you can take a bird, throw it in a truck, drive several miles away, and it will still be able to fly home. Thing is, this protein reacts by turning the bird’s vision a slightly blue hue when it looks at magnetic fields. Like the giant one at the sky going to either pole. So the crows vision became very blue with this first wave. It didn’t overwrite the commands that they had been given however.

The second wave of photons were designed to remove electrons from the crows, causing them to be positively charged. Shion hoped to throw the birds off course while positively charging them. The former didn’t work, largely because their vision had already been tampered with.

The third wave is kind of interesting, as this expanding dome contained photons loaded with electrons. Because electrons have a negative charge, it would attract the electron starved/ positively charged birds. But magnetism’s effect gets stronger as you move closer to it and weaker as you are further away. So for a moment, the field of electrons actually accelerated the crows towards Shion and only tried to slow them down once they were inside of the barrier. But by then the dome was expanding further, weakening as it got further and further away. This said nothing of the already speedy avian creatures baring down on Shion. One benefit this did have for Shion is that they were moving so fast that they couldn’t possibly coordinate an attack on her. Even if they tried to slow up, their magneticly bolstered momentum wouldn’t let them.

And the fourth wave, much like the first one, didn’t have any visible affect. But this was because the birds had already undergone a crazy amount of “overload.” They likely didn’t know where they were, what time it was, or what was even happening.

From all sides, Shion was pelted by magically enhanced crows. The impact caused an explosion of onyx feathers to blast out in all directions before the birds fell to the ground. With the third dome still expanding, the crows were pulled away from Shion’s body before its effect on them had entirely dissipated. A painful ordeal for all involved. Except for one person.

”So it is magnetism.” Vermin Slayer cackled at the spectacle, wherever he was. ”Once you’re dead, I’ll be sure to split the bounty with you.” He sighed. ”But that won’t be today. Seems now wasn’t a very good time to start the hunt.” The crows rolled onto their feet and hobbled into the darkness. ”I’ll be watching you.”






“So many dinos…”

“…too little time.”

— Su Fang & Mika Sarraf


@Rune_Alchemist@Card Captor@EnterTheHero

Su was doing everything in her power to fend off the plesiosaurs, but one of them still managed to bite her wing. Fortunately, it was entirely made out of magic, so Su could separate herself from it rather easily. But it still meant a substantial drop in mobility. The worst part of this situation was that Lily ended up getting hurt anyway. Fortunately Alexander posted faster was quick to rescue Lily from further harm. She had mixed feelings about not being included in Alex’s rescue attempt, but was pleased she didn’t have to suffer the humiliation of getting rescued herself. It still irked her though. As the dinosaurs closed in on her, and as her anger welled up, she drew her staff and swung it at the approaching plesiosaurs. With a roar of furry, Su’s attack kicked up a miniature tornado that ripped through the dinos before her. Their long necks were braided around each other before the windstorm cut through their plump bodies.

“Effective, and satisfying…” Only it wasn’t really satisfying. Su felt strangely apathetic. With a hop, she sprung into the air and flew to higher ground. There was no sense of urgency as she ascended.

Mika continued to weave the water around, before jumping onto Mr Bulk’s back. “Huzza!” Through the power of Kaijo, Mika was determined to strike the necromancer in the back of the head with her chest. Hopefully this would get him to stop being so mean. Since she was out of the ring, she thought it would be okay to grab him by the back of his massive shoulders.



”Check out this combo

— Tetrad


”Cool story, bone bro.” she said before spinning like a top. ”Now let me show you why I’m number one!

Her first few attacks were designed to protect the triplets, which she did by throwing a Yellow Draw 2 card at one of the megalodons. She threw a Green Draw 2 at the other megalodon, and a Green Reverse at the weakest looking triplet, obscuring her. The green Draw 2 turned into a poisonous dagger mid flight.

Her next card was a Red Reverse, which was sure to amplify Mika’s strength. She also happened to be the easiest person to aim at. Then a Blue reverse was thrown towards Kai, who might make use of the projectile deflection the card granted.

The rest of her cards were directed at the necromancer himself, particularly the giant red stones on his shoulders. To the right side, she threw a blue skip card, which just transformed into a spinning scythe that appeared wedged in the gem, before tossing a red skip at his other shoulder, which exploded. Her next two cards were Red Draw 2s, which she aimed at either shoulder. Her last card was a Red 7, but it became a Wild Draw 4 as it was the last card in her hand. Tetrad didn’t even bother aiming this one, and just chucked it as hard as she could at the lich’s center mass. The final explosion covered the lich, Mika, and Tetrad in a cloud of black smoke.

Su looked at the spectacle and sighed. Still no feelings yet.



”A victory for Beacon?”

— Tonya “Mac” Murphy



As horrible as it was to do to poor Tetrad, Mac's spool did not state that she should be the one to bring down the litch. Nor Samantha, not even Mika. For reasons unknown to her, the Moirai deemed the fight be ended by the Ascendancy. It was a strange request, but whatever. Though just because she was letting them steal the kill didn't mean she wasn't going to turn on them again afterwards.

She used her gravity magic to weaken all the incoming attacks. It was absurd, but who was she to stand up to fate?
HASHAHAHAHAHAH

IGNORE THIS
Ice rolled his eyes at Daimyon “What? And end up being the victim in one of these crazy cases? What do you take me for? Some kind of ginkgo biloba?”

“Are we ready for alibis already?” Bliss raised a finger to her lips. “There’s still a lot we don’t know. I mean, sure, we probably don’t need to know why the killer dressed up Faith but…” The nanny corrected her posture. “Wait! Did the killer dress her up?”

Cyrus turned to look at Bliss. “There’s no evidence to suggest either one dressed up Faith.” he raised a hand to his chin. “Up until now we’ve all assumed the killer dressed her up, but you don’t think that’s correct?”

“It explains a lot more if we assume Faith decided to cosplay on her own.” She rested her arms on the podium. “She wasn’t on speaking terms with Jezebel, but they were good friends before coming to this killing game. If she somehow knew that Jezebel was in trouble, doesn’t it make sense that she might try to defend her?”

Max adjusted his tie. “So you’re suggesting that she snuck into Jezebel’s room at some point, swapped clothes, downed some mono-snooze, all to sacrifice herself for Jezebel?”

“Doesn’t that make more sense than the killer swapping their outfits? The killer’s original target was Jezebel! If it wasn’t for all the makeup, they probably wouldn’t have been fooled. But her outlandish outfit made such a ruse possible.”

Jezebel’s only response to lower her head.

Lucy nodded. “I have to agree with Bliss’s assessment. It clears up everything, and explains how the killer was able to carry Faith into the room: they didn’t. She walked in there all on her own.” She folded her arms. “That also means that she must have entered the room after Emily and Daimyon left. Did anyone see Faith around that time?”

Denis shook his head. “She there when Jezebel Zachary discovered. Left after.”

“So we need Alibis for the time between nine and ten.” Cyrus looked at everyone. “What were you doing around that time? Noel invited Bliss, Lucy, and myself to play cards in Zachary’s room, so we’re all accounted for. But Lucy did leave early.”

Ice groaned. “You know what Alice and I were doing. We can vouch for each other.”

Denis pointed at himself with his thumb. “Henry and me help Max! Like Daimyon!”

Max nodded. “We left them to keep watch over the scene while Daimyon, Emily, and myself got everyone together to investigate the trap.”

Bliss put a finger on her chin. “So the only people who were ever alone for that time were Daimyon, Max, Emily, and Lucy.”

“Actually…” At long last, George decided to speak. “I invited the li’l lass into my room. I reckon she left your card game at about half past nine?”

Cyrus nodded. “So she went straight to you. So that leaves Emily, Daimyon, and Max.”

“I reckon you can take Emily off there too.” The cowboy said with a chuckle. “I think Y’all will agree with me that this ol’ crime had to be set up while the archer and clown were taking a snooze, right? Well milk tank here spent the night with me, and I’d rather nobody look too deep into that.”

Emily’s eyes shifted side to side. “He’s just new, and he had questions, a-and, and…”

George put his hand on his face. “Quit yer blubberin’! I wouldn’t touch you with a cattle prod, let alone one of my spurs!”

“I was with Emily from eight to nine too.” Bliss said. “So she really couldn’t have interacted with Jezebel’s room before then.”

Max nodded. “That’s fair. If Lucy was with George before the trap went off, and Emily couldn’t have set up her room, then that leaves Daimyon and myself.” Max turned to look at Daimyon. “First I’d like to thank everyone for helping move this trial along. I doubt I could have solved it by myself. And as a police officer, it brings me an immeasurable feeling of satisfaction when the unjust are rightfully punished.” He fret his brow. “I was training in the Dojo this morning, I think that Denis can attest to that? He spotted me this morning and we trained until Emily discovered Jezebel and Zachary.”

“He right.” Denis smiled.

“It just all makes so much sense now. We all thought it was Emily because of how much she interacted with Jezebel’s room, but Daimyon was there right along side her. Before the morning announcement went off, he must have rigged that trap at the stairs and set up Jezebel’s room. They both used fishing line, so it’s not unreasonable to assume that our murderer made the trap as a diversion. Because he was in the room with Emily, he was able to make sure Emily didn’t notice the setup on the door.” Max’s voice gradually grew louder. “You never wanted to kill anyone with the trap, it was just a diversion. With everyone rushing around to investigate the trap, you invited yourself into Jezebel’s room to strangle her to death, only you killed the wrong victim. With Emily as your scape goat, you were confident that no one would suspect you.” Max’s finger shot out towards Daimyon. He was practically screaming. “Daimyon Londe, you twisted son of a bitch! What moves a poet to murder!?”
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


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