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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.

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Somehow, Tetrad's offer to play a game of Keijo made her merry group of friends totally disband. Which, kind of sucked. She wasn't sure when she was going to see Eliza, Emily or Samantha again, so it was a bit disheartening to see them split after what she imagined must have been a small misunderstanding. 

Luna hadn't been out of Penrose long, but for some reason her interactions with the new magical girls in the northern outpost felt hollow somehow. Normally she loved to meet new people, but that "new" feeling wore off faster with some than others. even mingling along with people at this party didn't fill her with as much joy as she would have liked. Did she drink too much? Had Penrose become more boring in her absence? It seemed like the cliques that existed outside of the party were still in effect here. Cradle primarily interacted with its own members, same for beacon and whatever Penny called her legion of monsters. Even someone as outgoing as Lily had little use for people outside her immediate vicinity of friends, like Alexander and... Justine? Well alright, at least Lily seemed to be treading unfamiliar territory. Not that Tetrad could really judge anyone. She was hoping to see Will again, but it seemed he wasn't here. Catching up with Emily would have been okay if she wasn't trying to Engauge Sakura in a slapping competition. Like the kind critical moist is always going on about.

”Why did I even show up to this? Maybe Trixy made the right call staying behind.”

Of course there was someone at the party that Tetrad had been meaning to meet. She didn't have a ton of memories of them, she had just heard a bit about them from Eliza. She had no idea what the horror's long term goal with all this was, but she didn't really care. It wasn't often you got the chance to talk to someone who died. 

...

...

...

Among all the excitement going on, Cerise seemed to have been obscured into the background. Sure, she hung out with Valerie for awhile. She caught up with North and Evelyn. But for the most part, she seemed content staying in the petting zoo with the snowbuns and harebringers. Unfortunately Dan called everyone back inside for the Feast and White Elephant, the latter she forgot to sign up for. Oh well.

Cerise did join everyone else in the Feast Hall, but with everyone else joining others in groups; Even Valerie went back to Amanda,

 She was alone.

The scarlet medic frowned slightly. Times like this, she wished her sister was still here. She looked around for a seat, and decided to forget about it and just eat-

WUMP

"Eek?!"

A wooden serving platter hit the table like the fist of an angry god. The medic wouldn’t be the only one startled by Tetrad’s sudden arrival, but she was the person she chose to sit in front of. 

”So we get wished into this place, and then after a single conversation we get cast aside like a bad hand.” Tetrad had a sip of eggnog. ”I’m Tetrad by the way, an agent of Cradle.” she extended her hand to shake.

Cerise had jumped at the sudden appearance of Tetrad, just as irritated as she was disappointed. Though her reason for being in the background was different from hers. She tilted her head in confusion. "Uh, sounds bad. But I didn't have any trouble like you did, I just stayed at the petting zoo. she said. When the other girl introduced herself, the medic shook her hand. 

 "Cerise. Though I guess you already know that."
 
”Yea. Like you, I’ve been keeping an eye on the other people around here. Listening in on conversations and and all that junk.” Tetrad winked. ”I’ve heard a bit about you, but I figured I had to see the real deal for myself, and all that.” She propped up her chin with her hand. ”Do you miss your sister? Was she a good one?” 

"Oh. Yeah..." Cerise glanced down to the cup of hot cocoa she grabbed on the way to her seat. "I know we were the same person once upon a time, but I guess that helped us stay in sync. It feels weird, not having your twin around. Kinda lonely..." She said, her voice reduced to a mumble near the last sentence. However she didn't seem sad or anything. Just lost.

”Well as someone without siblings, I can tell you that there are people I’d like to be with too.” With a sigh, Luna looked away from the medic. ”Where would you rather be right now?”
 
The medic looked back up with a shrug. "Dunno. Doesn't look like I'm needed here... Got any ideas?" she asked.

”I didn’t mean like that” Tetrad smiled. ”I mean like, where would you rather be? What place comes to mind? A mall, a bar, stuff like that.”

"Oh. Hm..." Cerise thought for a moment. "First thing that comes to my mind is a movie theatre."

”You like movies, eh?” Tetrad straightened out her posture. ”I typically enjoy more interactive experiences. I remember going to the theater with my parents once, and they kept telling me to ‘shush’ because I was being too noisy. I think that’s why I have a preference for watching them at home. Though it’s always better if you watch them with friends, isn’t it?” She pulled off her hat and set it off to the side. ”You must have a favorite movie then, right?”

With a giggle, there was a small grin on Cerise's face. I- Luciel, really, had a cousin who used to work in theatre. We used to make time to go to the movies together, mostly for horror ones so we can laugh at how stupid the main characters are. Though he had a soft spot for old movies like Grease. Y'heard of it?" She asked.

”Mmmmm, it sounds familiar, but I haven’t watched many classics. What is it about?”

Cerise's eyes widened. There was a moment of silence, before she took a deep breath. "S'basically a musical romantic comedy about a local boy named Danny Zuko, and a vacationing Sandy Olsson who fall in love durin' the summer of 1958..." She'd go on to explain the movie to Tetrad. From scenes like the drive-in movie theatre and the race, to eventually the theory that it was all in a dying Sandy's head, and what went into the making of the movie.

 Soon enough, the medic caught herself amidst her rambling, and looked away in embarrassment. "S-Sorry, I got carried away didn't I?"

”Juuust a bit. But it’s clear that movies mean a lot to you, or at the very least, you enjoyed this Luciel person.” She pulled out her phone. ”Wait one minute, I gotta check something.” And with that, Tetrad stood up and darted out of the lodge.

Roughly fifty-five seconds later, she returned. ”Sorry about that, there’s no internet connection here.” Tetrad sat down again. ”I was kind of curious about that movie, so I googled it. Particularly the fan theory you were talking about.” She showed Cerise a web page she had saved onto her phone. ”It looks like people came to the conclusion that it was a ‘death dream’ because of how strange the ending was. Just with it being so happy and the couple flying through the air in a car. But the director said that was just a throw back to the shop teacher who said ‘If it were in any better condition, it would fly.’ and is just a representation for their happy ending.” She lowered her phone into Cerise’s hands. ”The creator personally denied the theory was true too, though I guess that’s the nice thing about head canon, right?” Tetrad’s grin got wider. ”If you want to believe a movie has a message or meaning, and it works with everything that’s been established, it’s a valid interpretation. I think that’s why you can have polarizing movies that seem to get just as much love as hate.” She tipped her head down. ”Though I’m pretty simple in that regard. I’m down for anything that puts me in a good mood. Kind of like this chance encounter. But I think it can be made even better.” 

 Well, if Tetrad was looking to get a jaw dropped reaction from Cerise, she definitely did. The medic's eyes were lit up in glee as the other girl gave her two cents on the theory. Though there was still something she had to address. "Oh, uh, Luciel's me actually. Or was me. Was me and Cereza- Y-Y'know how twin souls work." She clarified with a grin. "Ya' kinda' sound like my cousin right now. Too bad he disappeared to Timbuktu, would've loved to introduce ya'll to 'em."

 Then Tetrad suggested they'd do something to make their meeting better. Cerise was already in a good mood, so she was willing to hear her out. "'Aight then, shoot."
 
”Let’s make it a surprise, follow me.” 
 

 

 

 
They didn’t have to walk far. As soon as they got outside, tetrad sighed. ”Sorry, the noise everyone was making made it hard to concentrate.” Tetrad folded her arms and bit the corner of her lip. ”There’s someone I think you should meet. But I’m also not really sure how this thing works. Apparently we were summoned here? So I don’t know what’s going to happen if we try to leave.” Tetrad wasn’t sure how much to tell Cerise. She didn’t seem to be aware of her own death, if this was even her in the first place. Tetrad wasn’t that close with Maura’s extended network of agents, so she didn’t know. ”I’m not sure if you’ll be able to come back here if you leave. If that’s okay with you though, I think she would really appreciate it.”

"Huh...Well, we won't know 'till we find out right?" Despite Tetrad's hesitance, Cerise decided to remain optimistic. "Who do I gotta' see?" She asked.

”I could tell you her name, but she’s more someone you need to experience.” 
 
With a snap of Tetrad’s fingers, the two were shifted away from Dan’s snow scape and to an equally cold, if far less inviting area.
 
Despite being the middle of the day, the clouds were so gray it might as well have been the evening. The wind was still, but droves of snowflakes rained from the sky. They were standing on top of a building, but the exact height was impossible to determine. The horizon was out of sight, so they had to be at least a half a dozen stories in the air. There were plenty of skyscrapers on either side of them that reached much higher into the heavens. 
 
Their jolly Santa outfits had vanished, replaced with whatever they wore before coming to the party. 
 
”I miss that warming spell already.” 
 
Not long after their arrival, the newly arrived could hear the sound of high lace boots beating a trail through the snow. ”Is it Betty? Is it Sam?” An eyepatch wearing maid hopped from a nearby roof top onto the roof they were presently standing on. ”Hmmm?” Her only visible eye seemed to expand in her head. ”Wait a moment, I know who this cutie is.”
 
Tetrad stepped off to the side and gestured between them. ”Cerise, this is Trixy. Trixy, Cerise.”
 
Trixy blinked. There might have been sweat on her face, but the snow made it hard to say. ”What’s going on?”
 
”Long story.” Tetrad flipped through her cards. ”I’ll tell you all about it later. For now, just act natural.”
 
Trixy stepped closer to the medic. ”Well um, hey!” She extended her hand. ”You uh, you enjoyed the party? You got a chance to meet up with Eliza and those people?”

"Uhm, yeah!" Cerise shook Trixy's hand. "I know it ain't been that long, but I did meet up with Val and the others. Eliza on the other hand, well, guess she was too busy. The place did get chaotic at times." She chuckled slightly. Though at the moment, there wasn't much to laugh about. "Kinda felt like I wasn't even there to most. Made me wish my sister was still with me... Gah, but enough of that! How've you been?"

”I’m hanging in there.” Trixy forced a smile. ”I’m not surprised a lot of people looked over you. There are a lot of magical girls in penrose and they’re all equally cute. Most are fine just forming a small group of friends, but I don’t ignore anyone, especially if they’re cute!” she chuckled. ”I’d have gone to the party, but I’ve decided I’m going to wait for Sam to come here. I don’t want to jinx it by seeing her early or anything.” after some fidgiting, Trixy looked over her shoulder. ”I’m not having a party, but if you wanna hang around, I’m watching some Mary Poppins. Would that interest you?”

"Oh, I'd love to! Do ya' got any popcorn? Snacks? Maybe some soda??" She asked, hugging herself to stay warm. "Anything beats freezin' my tail off!"

”I think there’s a drink dispenser inside. It’s just cold beverages, but it’s a lot warmer inside.” Trixy led everyone towards the hatch. ”Popcorn will be a bit harder, but I think we’ve got some jiffy pop laying around somewhere. It’s just going to take a moment to prepare.”

”Now this is a party!” Tetrad closed the hatch behind them. The falling slow filled in their footsteps, and soon there was no trace of them. Unless you listened for the sounds of muffled laughter.







How unfortunate that head canon isn’t applicable to role playing games.


”I’m hated for doing what people expect, and feared for doing what they don’t.”

— Oros


With Oros being excluded from participating in ice skating, she decided to dance on the ice by herself at the snowball fight area.

Surely such a thing should be impossible. Magical Dream Princess magicked away all the damage Oros had wrought with her “Dan the man” cannon, even going as far as making the snow palace even bigger and better than the last one. But Oros only needed to lay siege to it a second time. The DTMC made turning any snow born structure into a puddle fairly easy. The resulting puddle was not the easiest thing to skate on, but it worked for her purposes.

Oros weaved and jumped around the snow fort. She skated around fallen towers, jumped over fallen arches, and just had a grand ol’ time all by herself.

Magical Dream Princess would likely discover the snow fort had been destroyed, and just rebuild it. It was also likely that if this kept up, Dan would side with MDP again and just make the snow fort impossible to destroy, or find some more serious way to punish Oros. Then again, there would come a time when Dan had to return the dimension to it’s warm, sunny state where all the snow would surely melt. Depending on your outlook, the long term destruction of the snow fort was either ensured or impossible. It made doing anything to the snow fort now pointless. Surely Oros must have realized this, but why she chose to do it anyway was something only she knew.






”Betty’s 2 for 3! Or something!”

— Betty “Biohazard” Barton


Betty was not a conversationalist, but she did her best to talk with Finn on their way over to the lodge, where she was sure Hilaria and Stien were waiting for her. No, that wasn’t true. They were probably just eating food because there was a feast there. Her arrival didn’t factor into things at all.

”I wonder if Maura is going to be here? Unless she’s patching things up with Silhouette?” Betty surveyed the room. ”There they are! I want you to meet Hilaria and Stien!”

Betty only managed to arrive at the table before Dan appeared, praising their snow dragon before thrusting a silver coin in their hands.

”Again? I won twice?”

”I was pretty sure the grand magistrate would make sure no one got rewarded twice. ”

Betty was too shocked to respond. She really wanted to beat Justine’s castle. That wasn’t something she would have been able to do on her own. But with the help of her new friends, they were able to defeat her. ”Guys…” Betty’s voice cracked a bit before she pulled the two girls into a hug. ”Thank you! I don’t know if I was able to contribute all that much, but we were able to pull off that miracle!”

The celebrating was cut short when the white elephant event started. ”Oh I almost forgot about this!” Betty took a seat at Hilaria’s table and examined her gift. It was a large white box that was sealed with a glittering green ribbon. ”Well, here goes nothing!” She pulled on the ribbon untill it came undone before folding it up and setting it aside. With the box unbound, she pulled back the lid and peered inside. ”Huh?” She pulled a small fan out of the box. It looked like a small fan, with rows of LED lights buried in the frame that housed it. ”Wait, I think I know what this is!” She pulled something else out of the box. It was some sort of “G-FORCE” graphics card. ”These are computer parts! Can I build an entire computer with these? That sounds exciting, but I don’t know if I could build it myself. Maybe someone could help me?”

”What the literal fuck?!” Oros’s gift box layed at her feet in shambles, and all she had to show for it was a card she was holding onto. ”A card that lets me ‘have access to any venue to have a memorable night with someone special?’ This was a proposed item for season 2 and it got shot down, why is it making a cumback now?” Oros groaned. ”How pointless! I can enter any venue I want, All nights with me are memorable, and nobody’s special! Muda muda muda muda muda!”

Then everything changed with the Beacon Patron attacked.

”Seriously?” Betty looked at everyone at her table. ”Isn’t she stepping just a bit outside her jurisdiction?” With a sigh, Betty hugged parts to what might become her future computer if it didn’t get ruined for her somehow. ”Well, it’s none of my business I guess. Seems like Dan has magical girls on hand to deal with this sort of stuff.”

While most of the magical girls felt unnerved by this recent turn of events, Oros was positively glowing. ”Son of a bitch! I could have used a development like this months ago!” Oros laughed. ”Hey, let’s make the stakes a bit higher. In addition to the already presented terms, the loser will also get dom’d in a fanfiction that’s gunna get posted on discord. In the NSFW section no less! Think you can do that for me big guy?”

”Consider it done.”

”You’d better not be lying.” Oros approached the group of magical girls slowly gathering around Rachel. ”Also, I’ll be fighting the winner for rights to both the mirror and this dimension. We’ll worry about the terms of my defeat once I know who my opponent will be.” Oros extended her ticket to Rachel. ”Wanna trade? You look like you need to get laid, and that’s a pretty nice jacket if I do say so myself.”



"All that, for a drop of blood?”

— Tonya “Mac” Murphy



So the coveted Keijo master tourney was going to start. The fight for the mirror, which would inevitably get stolen and end the tourney. All that drama, and for what?

Of course, a gold coin. Even Mac couldn't resist those.

But with Veronica gone, who would play with her? Well, she hadn't talked to Aria yet. She should probably do that before things go much further along.


”If my demands aren’t met, I’m going to use a gamer word.”

— Oros


Once Oros rolled her way to the bottom of the hill, she started off towards the skating rink. After she did that and the stage thing, she’d have done all the events present minus Keijo. She wasn’t going to wait around to see who the winner was. If she cared that much about the race, there probably would have been a post about it. The appeal of being a clown and rolling down a hill starts and ends with the visuals though. She was tempted to use her beast magic and make herself a new meat bicycle, but that would have been a bit too “borderlands.” Besides, that was probably a little outside what she could do with her magic.

”I really hope Baby isn’t at the ice rink. That might make my arrival awkward.” She chuckled to herself. ”When the hell is my bunny hunting collab going to be done?”

Speaking of collabs, Oros walked into another one.






”I feel that bit about collabs, Oros.”

— Aria


Aria had participated in the race. Truly. Though she chose to fly Rupy over everyone’s head. Going by Dan’s count, however, it seemed that she had either been disqualified or simply hadn’t been considered. Maybe she flew just a little too high.

”As long as I get paid, I don’t care!” She clapped her hands together for the winners. Snow buns were cute, but she proffered coins with real monetary value. That wasn’t to say winning wouldn’t have felt good, but a silly prize for winning a silly race felt adequate.

But before she participated in any more games, she had to look for someone. So she promptly disappeared. With any luck, she wouldn’t get abducted again.






”Victory for my crimson lady!”

— Betty “Biohazard” Barton


Betty was pretty sure she hadn’t won. Her finish wasn’t exactly glamorous, and her sled didn’t even hold together for the entire trip. She was all ready to show her new friend to her other new friends when Dan called out Finn and her name.
”We won?”

She held the coin in her hand. Despite it’s icy appearance, it was only cool to the touch. It also didn’t feel slippery like she was sure an ice coin would.

The temptation was to use it then and there. She did find snowbuns cute, and having one follow her around was sure to lift her spirit. But she was also aware of a coin tinkerer back home that couldn’t be there with her today. It might be a nice gift for her when the party was over.

”Thank you for being such a generous host!” She wrapped her arms around the dolphin, or at least tried before he vanished in a puff of smoke. ”Oh…” She looked at Finn. ”Knowing my friends, they will likely be eating at the feast. We can walk there together, if you’d like.”
What are obstacles you have to writing characters who are a different gender/race/sexuality/any other quality as yourself?


Other people.

It seems like everyone has an opinion about how your progressive character should be written, even if they share no traits with said character. Some people seem to believe that how you write one character frames how you view an entire group of people. If you make a Mexican character who can't cook, you're saying all Mexican people can't cook. If one of your villains are gay, you're saying all gay people are evil. Some days it feels like the only way to make a "good" progressive character is to make them flawless and infallible, but that's god modding and never makes for an interesting story.

I'm more going by things I've read and seen elsewhere. I've had no real problems writing characters for this site. most people who are into the hobby of writing have been pretty chill.

Dagger has already stated that they'd rather not continue down this topic. So I've scrap the response I was writing.

But this does tie back to some of the things I was talking about earlier. You really are better off addressing your character's environment and history rather than their skin color and sexuality. A black dude who grew up in Africa is going to look at the world differently than one that grew up in the Bronx.


And her new pal!

”this is why we don’t trust Meetingwords!”

— Betty “Biohazard” Barton


Betty was starting to enjoy the party of a fashion. Helaria and Stien were odd fellows, but were enjoyable to be around. The situation in cradle hadn’t resolved itself, but it didn’t weigh on her mind too much. The activities in the present were starting to draw her attention away from her thoughts. Though she would keep an eye on Justine from a distance. Just in case.

She had made herself a snowball to sit on. Roll anything dense enough and you can turn it into a seat. That went for snow too. It was fortunate that her outfit was water proof, otherwise her body heat would probably melt the snow and then she’d have a wet butt for the rest of the party. Some might find it strange that anyone would just sit on a snowball when there was so much to do, but Betty wasn’t much for talking to people for long periods of time. It was fun to talk to people outside of Cradle, but she did need to take a break to drink some coco after spending too much time submerged in conversation. Besides, if she was going to beat Justine, she needed to keep her stamina up.

With everyone scattered around the area, it was easy for Finn to go about unnoticed. How long he had been at the party was unclear, but he had remained outside for the most part; acting as a spectator for the events. Even now he was watching the snowflakes fall, a snowbun perched perfectly on his head. A moment of calm he'd make the most of, before heading back to work.

"Hm. Don't think I can smoke out here, can I?" He asked no one in particular, feeling through his sleeves; his hammerspace handbag, for a cigar or something. But then Dan announced the next event. Odd set of rules for a race, but regardless, Finn would walk over to watch.

”A race is starting?!?”

Betty still had her ice skates on from her ice skating she did with Hilaria and Stien, which turned into a hocky game somehow. She kicked off her ice skates and forced her feet into her boots as fast as she could. Fortunately they were slip-ons, so it wasn’t too hard to manage.

But now she needed a ride. That was when she realized she hadn’t made an ice sculpture yet. Well, not one made entirely out of ice.

”Alright Betty, this is going to be kind of silly, but that’s the name of the game, right?” She quickly took to the ice block with a chainsaw and cut a wedge out of the bottom of it to make it sort of resemble a sled. She didn’t have a way to steer it, but her wind magic should be enough for what little maneuvering she needed. Provided the thing didn’t just cave in half. ”Well, it’ll have to work!” She ran over to the start line and set down her sled. While she waited for the race to start, Once she noticed Justine was in attendance, Betty started to make her sled look more like a sled. She used her ice carving tools to give herself a place to put her hands, and made the face of the sled a bit more pointed. With that done, she started to engrave spirals along both side of it. While she was doing this, she noticed a spectator who was looking directly at her. Or at least it seemed like it. Regardless, Betty was looking right back at him.

Finn tensed up as soon as he noticed someone was looking at him. Oh great. He was staring, wasn't he? Maybe the whole ice sled thing was strange, but he didn't want to be rude! He glanced from side to side, then nervously waved at the girl. "U-Uhm, please don't mind me, I was just a bit curious about your creation there!" Finn explained. "Doooo you need help with it? I don't know how long until the race starts so..."

”Oh!” Betty looked back at her sled. ”No, that’s not necessary. I think I have it under control.” She looked back up at the boy. ”Wait, did you need something to ride on?” Betty looked back at her sledding ice sculpture. ”I think there’s room for you on here. I don’t think you’re heavy enough to break it.”

"Oh- Wait what?" Finn's eyes widened when Betty offered to let him ride with her. As much as he'd want to turn her down, he thought for a moment. "...Are you sure?"

”Well yea!” Betty clenched her hand into a fist. ”The race is going to start shortly, so you might as well hitch a ride with me!” She moved over so that Finn could get on. ”Not like we’re trying to get first here.”

"Well, okay then!" With a subtle grin, Finn walked over to sit down behind Betty. "Guess I should introduce myself first. I'm Finn, Finn Vanhorn!" He held a hand out for his new teammate to shake.

”Betty Barton!” She shook his hand. ”I’ve been out of commission for a while, but I don’t remember hearing anyone talk about a boy with an eye patch. Are you new in Penrose?”

Finn hovered a hand over the festive eyepatch he wore. Sure, his christmas outfit was a bit subtle, but atleast he wasn't in a santa suit. That seemed to be a running theme with the dress-code... "Yes, actually! A friend of mine, Evelyn, invited me. Well, me and my partner, but he's probably busy getting drunk off ale right now." He chuckled, though his expression came off as comical. "Seems like a quiet town, atleast when we arrived. Heard the big-wigs were acting up again like, a month ago, so it's nice to see things calm."

”In my experience, it never stays that way.” Betty had her eyes on Dan’s (clone?) the entire time to make sure they didn’t miss the start. ”But that’s really nice that you have an um, partner. Maybe after the race I can meet them.”

"Er, it's not like that if you're wondering! Finn clarified. "Oliver's just my best friend. Even if we're not working, we sometimes hang out together. I'm...not exactly a people-person, if that isn't obvious. I tend to stick by those I know." He grimaced. "So how's thing for you, Bets? You did mention Penrose doesn't stay calm for long."

”Yea it’s um, chaotic. In case you couldn’t tell by all of the um, construction.” Betty sighed. ”It’s not easy being the good guys. But we manage to stop doomsday from cropping up when it’s going to happen.” She tapped the insignia on her shoulder. ”I doubt that symbol has much meaning outside of Penrose, but most everyone in Crimson Cradle wears it. We’re after real change, when we aren’t busy saving the world anyway.”

Finn stared at the insignia, tilting his head in curiosity. "Crimson Cradle? I haven't heard of an organization like that in a long time. Must be recent. But it'll be nice to have someone actually keeping things in check! What's it like?" Seemed Betty's caught his attention.

”It was excellent. Now it’s-” Betty groaned. ”Now it’s had a change in leadership. The new head is trying her best, but I dunno. I don’t think Maura is bad, but when you’ve grown to love the old boss, the new girl just can’t compare, you know?”

The boy listened closely, nodding along until Maura was mentioned. His eyes (eye?) widened. "Wait. WHAT!?" Finn quickly grabbed the snowbun on his head and gently set it down, the small bun calmly bouncing away. "Did you just say your new boss was Maura?? Maura Natalie???"

Betty recoiled when Finn raised his voice. ”Um, I don't know her last name. She's got really dark hair, red eyes, pale skin, Kind of gothic looking?”

The boy quickly nodded his head. "That's her, that's her!" He groaned, burying his head into his hands. "Does nobody tell me things anymore?? I know I've been a bit of a recluse for the past few centuries, but they can atleast send me a goddamn memo that something's changed!" He mumbled. Feeling like he owed Betty an explanation, he looked back up to her. "Maura's my patron too. Actually, it's more like I was accidentally her first magical kid." Finn scratched the back of his head nervously.

Betty blinked. ”Um, yea! I do kind of vaguely remember her talking about you.” Betty’s eyes shot over to Dan, then the other sleds. ”Gah! The race started!” She launched a burst of wind behind herself, and the sled shot forward. Finn looked like he might fall off the back, so Betty grabbed a hold of his arm and pulled it around her stomach. ”I wasn’t expecting a passenger, so just hold on!”

"Really? I didn't think she'd talk abou- WOAH!!" The wind boost interupted Finn before he could finish his sentence. When Betty advised him to hold on, he quickly wrapped his other arm around her. "Got it! I'll keep an eye on the other racers!"

”Sounds good, just tell me when to-” Betty hadn’t accounded for a second passenger, and it showed in her ice sled design. The wedge she had cut out of the center of the ice block made it possible for the sled to glide over the snow without packing it all at the front. However, her design wasn’t really up to the task of carrying two people. The center of the sled cracked, which was punctuated by a yelp. ”Um.” She parted her legs and tried to put all of the weight on her feet and hands, which were located over the runners. But the crack continued to get bigger. ”What um, what type of magic do you have?”

Finn cursed under his breath once he noticed the forming crack on the sled. "Uh, Beast magic??" He answered Betty. Silently hoping he wasn't the cause, he tried to shift his weight as well.

”Oh really? That kind of cool!”

But it wasn’t as cool as ice magic.

The sled cracked in half. Betty had a formidable level of upper body strength. She could hold either side of the sled level so that the runners did their job. But it was something else she had to focus on while they slid down the hill. ”Hey um, do you think you could act as a rudder or something? I was going to use wind magic to steer, but with the sled cracked the way it is-”

While Betty spoke, a distant tree came closer and closer to the duo.

This just keeps getting worse, doesn't it?

"Rudder? Oh, yeah gimme a moment!" With a bit of beast magic, Finn was able to give himself a pair of dragon wings to help steer, adjusting them accordingly. "It's not much, but atleast we can-" He didn't have enough time to warn Betty about the tree in the road. With a flinch, he grabbed his cane sword from a space in his jacket. (Well, thanks to Dan's magic it was a candy cane, but regardless.) Before they crashed, Finn struck the ground besides them with the weapon, steering the sled away from the tree.

”Gah!” While Finn had managed to steer them out of the way, Betty wasn’t really set up to hold two halves of a splintering ice sled. She ended up shifting her weight onto one half of the sled and releasing her hold on the other side. It veered off, but Betty wasn’t watching that half of the sled right now. She was focusing on their balance. ”Alright, just, um, keep your wings perfectly straight, and I should be able to balance us.”

And Betty did have great balance. While her hands were still placed along what was left of the sled, she was using her legs as levers, holding them off to the side to adjust the weight distribution as they coasted towards the bottom.

Of course with his half of the sled gone, Finn was forced to stand up slightly on whatever surface he had left, only enough to keep balance. One of his arms was wrapped around Betty's shoulders this time, while he held his cane in his free hand. "This is getting a little too cramped for me..." He muttered, turning his attention on keeping his temporary wings straight.

But they were almost at the end of the race, and it seemed like there were some crazy swerves ahead.

”AHHHHH!”

Betty fired a burst of wind into Finn’s right wing, then his left, then his right again. This caused them to fly from side to side, passing through the flagged gates as required. The final stretch of the race was a straight dive, which caused the wind to really soar under his wings.

”Finn!”

They weren’t even sliding anymore. Finn was gliding straight for the finish line while Betty held what was left of their ride.

"Shitshitshitshitshit!!" The poor guy panicked when he lost his grip. Luckily his wings kept him from faceplanting into the snow, but he left Betty behind! With the wind still carying him to the finish, Finn turn around to see was was left of their sled.

"Aw crap. Sorry about your ride, Bets!" He called over with a frown.

Betty had also crossed the finish line, but no amount of athletic ability, however superhuman, could grant her flight. Betty was buried from head to waist in a snow bank with what remained of the ice sled shattered into ice chunks. There was no response.

Once he landed, his beast magic dispated for now, Finn ran over to help Betty out of the snowbank. "I got ya." Digging some snow away, he pulled her out and helped her stand up. "You good?"

Some snow had stuck to Betty’s hair, but with a quick shake of her head, most of it flew away.

”Yea, guess I should have been wearing a helmet. Not that snow is all that dense.” She stepped away from Finn. ”Now where were we? You said you were Maura’s first magical girl, right? What was she like?” Betty walked away from the finish line as she spoke, not too interested in sticking around.

"Er, boy. But we didn't realize that magical boys were a rarity, so eh."

”Oh! I'm sorry! Gosh! I'm just so use to calling us magical girls that- yes! Yes magical boys aren't too common!”

Finn put his cane up, then shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, following Betty. "In order to keep me from dying, she ended up making me into a magical boy. Neither of us knew at that time, so imagine my surprise when I found out I had powers. He chuckled. "At first it was a one-off deal, during that time I began studying the ins and outs of the magical world and the types of denizens. Might as well take advantage of the situation to learn, right? Anyways I ran into her again after a month, after her little spat against her sisters. I guess she wanted to make they haven't tried to kill me yet." He shrugged.

"Anyways, it didn't seem right just having us two against basically the ancestors of magical girls, so I suggested she became a patron for more magicals such as I. About Maura herself, she did come off as introverted at first, such was the nature of her old job. But I bet she became curious about the living, eventually gaining empathy over those souls she was supposed to reap. She sometimes felt some deaths were unnecessary, undeserved. Even going so far as to revive someone like Oliver from his grave. Maura did eventually open up, going as far as bouncing ideas between me and her. She's an understanding person, and pretty good at fighting too, but she tends to be a bit of a mother hen. I don't like seeing her worry too much." Finn then turned his head to look at Betty with furrowed brows.

"Though there's one thing for certain. You never make Maura, make Death pissed off. No one knows the extent of a witch's power, not even I do, but the fact that she has connections to literal demons should give us a hint. Maura might be nice, but even she can only take so much before enough's enough." He shuddered.

”That's kind of a given.” Betty folded her arms. ”Most patrons are pretty scary. Though some work better under pressure.” It was hard to look at Maura as "death" after she had just been hugged and comforted by her not too long ago. She didn't doubt she could be terrifying, but she wasn't sure anyone could match Veronica's mettle. She seemed so strong, perhaps death failing to invoke the same feelings of power was just a testiment to how strong she really was. "I have some friends I'm going to meet up with. Did you wanna come, or do you have other plans?”

"...Eh, sure. Oliver's duplicates are around if anything happens, so I got time." Finn shrugged again.
Well, "games" are interactive. So I hardly think something could become a game by becoming less interactive.

I think when people say "Yeah, this isn't an idea for an RP, this is an idea for a (insert chosen media here)," what they are actually saying is that the idea is too cool/good/sensational to be made into a crummy ol' RP, and you could instead use it to make big bucks. The problem is that there's an uncomfortable truth that separates the Hollywood blockbusters, the triple A game titles, and the best selling novels from anything you're going to write on this forum:

Ideas are only worth the ambition you pour into them.

Wanna turn an idea into an RP? Pretty easy. Just put up an interest check, post weekly, and you might be blessed with an RP that lasts for years. It might even have the word count of a novel or two by the time you're done. I think my danganronpa RP had a word count long enough for 3-4 novels.

Could I turn it into a novel series? Hell no. The first hurdle is that it's fan fiction and wouldn't be legal anyway. If we ignore that, I wrote it with at least 15 other people. If I wrote 2k words a day, I might be finished in a year. But we're being very generous if we assume I'm able to keep that pace or that it's the final version. chances are it will need extensive editing. I'm not just talking typos, im talking huge things like entire conversations vanishing because they add nothing to the plot, and different scenes springing up in their place. I'm talking about finding inconsistencies, the type of stuff that would bother the most critical person in your writing circle. Because you know what? They have nothing on what a reader who pays for your work will expect. And after you've sunk all that time and money into editing and finally think it's perfect, you'll have to face wave after wave of rejection from publishers who just don't think it's good enough yet, or maybe you self publish and take on the nightmarish task of trying to market your book so that people will actually read it.

And books are easy mode. Just imagine the effort it takes to make movies/games/tv shows. Have you seen the credits to those things? That's not something a small group of people can just do.

So the short version is this: there is no idea that wouldn't work for RP. It's the level of ambition you wish to devote to it that decides if the effort is too monumental for it to be considered an RP anymore.
I'm not so vain as to turn someone down because they hate something I love. But if someone has a comically overstated hatred of anything there won't be a fourth date. Don't like dogs? that's cool. But you might have a problem if you belong to a discord/reddit/facebook group that hates dogs, actively downvote things with dogs in them, constantly rant about how much you hate them... yea take that shit somewhere else.

Real talk though, if you hate dogs you aren't romantic material.


"Heh, gottem!”

— Tonya “Mac” Murphy



As if Mac hadn't gotten enough drama already, she happened to wander back to the snow forts only to notice everything was a giant puddle now. She didn't personally mind, as it was easier to hide her footprints in- wait, no, wet sand was not the best for hiding footprints. At least her footprints from earlier wouldn't be a concern.

As for the current debacle? Mac didn't really care how Dan chose to run his island. MDP was annoying, but Oros took it too far by forcing herself on top of her. That didn't really excuse Penny from, uh, tickling Oros with punches? It was whatever. She just wished she had stuck around so that she could feel the warm water run over her skin again. Showers were the best. Though freezing out here afterwards would sorta suck.






”We live in a society.”

— Oros


@Ponn@Majoras End@FamishedPants

Because BP was totally omitted from a collab that involved their own character, they now have to write a catch up post to awkwardly arrange action and dialog in a scene that they probably should have been around for.

It was not difficult to tear Oros away from Magical Dream Princess. Not because Penny was strong, but because by that point Oros had gone as far as she wanted to. She wiped her mouth off as if she had just gotten done taking a big swig of a strong drink.

”Oh hi there robu-”

Penny rocked her fist and Oros’s head together. You could probably liken it to a jolt counter, but that wasn’t correct. Mostly because there was no jolt and no counter. A jolt counter works when a boxer throws a punch, and the weight carrying them forward makes the incoming counter punch that much stronger. Being slammed into a fist like a pair of cymbals is a different animal entirely, as Penny had complete control over Oros’s momentum. Curb your “Hajime no Ippo” for another post, young man.

Regardless of the terminology, It was still a mighty hard punch. Anyone could see the large bruise forming on her cheek. But it was a bruise that Oros didn’t feel at all. When she was like this, nothing could hurt her. She laughed in Penny’s face as a second strike came, but by that time Dan had intervened. Even when Dan gave her the second noze modification she received this season, that only accompanied her laughter with an annoying squeaking noise.

Tetrad had seen her fare share of torture videos, and had been the one inflicting the pain on people for a while. So seeing such savagery unfold in front of her was nothing new. It was just a little unsettling seeing a grotesquely muscled dolphin guy however. ”Yikes…” She caught a glimpse of Eliza running away. ”Crap. Uh, hey Sam?” She turned towards the assassin. ”I’m going to go after her. Wanna make sure nobody becomes an even bigger pain in the ass?” After giving her a wave, she took off after Eliza.




”Ahhhh.”

At last, her laughter stopped. She pressed on the back of her spine until her back cricked before doing the same thing with all of her other limbs. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was suppose to do here. Any time she spoke, her nose would blurt out a honk, which made a serious apology difficult to deliver. But Oros had to make herself a second nose, so making a third wouldn’t be that troublesome.

She pinched off her clown nose, at which point a brand new nose formed in it’s place. The red clown nose squeaked as she turned it over in her hand. Then she raised it over her head… before tucking her hand under her arm and bowing.

”I apologize, ma’am. I allowed my emotions to boil over. Between my date getting tied up, walking off on me, and my friends making out right in front of me to rub it in, I had little recourse. Please understand that while today might be the fourth of July, the holiday is not so magical for everyone.” Oros stood back up with an oh-so-pleased smile on her lips. There was a muffled honking noise coming from her arm pit. ”I will not apologize for what happened during the snow fight. That was an expensive item that only works in this dimension. Premium content does give an unfair advantage to whale players, but we also keep the servers live. However, I’m willing to have a do-over on the kiss thing. Would a hug be okay?” When Oros extended her arms, MDP shuffled behind Penny, probably, to which Oros shrugged and lowered her arms. ”I’m not really sure why I’m apologizing to ro-butt here, so I won’t. Or rather, I can’t!” She chuckled. ”I mean what do I say? I’m sorry? And for what? She watched Baby here tie up my girl before giving her these rapey glares. I’m definitely not apologizing for using my sky cannon on dipshits like her. And why isn’t Baby required to apologize to El? Why didn't you want me to apologize to her, didn't that make more sense? Unless…” She rubbed her chin. ”Oh, I get it now!” She pointed at Dan. ”You don’t really give a shit about us, do you? It's all about making sure this is a great place to feed on happy emotions!” A makeup kit appeared in Oros’s hand. She took a brush and used it to dab white paint all over her face. ”Meh, you do you, Dan. Not like either of us are this way by choice.” Once Oros finished with her makeup, she put on a curly haired wig. ”Don’t suppose you’re gunna apologize, eh? Admitting you're in the wrong is too far below a queen.” She looked at Penny while pulling the clown nose out of her arm pit. ”That’s fine. in the long run, this is pretty small compared to the other shit you've done. I don't want or need an apology for a weak ass punch. Just remember that Dina worked pretty hard to convince me to leave Sanctuary alone. I'd hate for you to undo her work over a spat like this.” Oros placed her clown nose on top of her original one before sprinting off.




Oros didn’t have time for robots that wouldn’t apologize or dolphins that ate happiness like tumblr users. She had a race to win! Well, complete. Being among the fastest people wouldn’t get her any prizes, but speed running was more about quantity than quality.

Oros rolled up in a unicycle that she had stashed in her hammerspace, still dawning the nose and makeup of a clown. Her curly Afro made her pretty hard to miss too. As soon as the race started, she wheeled down the hill. The sound of laughter and honking following her wherever she went.
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