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3 mos ago
Everybody wants that fire IC but nobody wants to GM it.
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11 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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Bio


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

This keep. I tried to read things twice to make sure I didn't miss it. But what is the location of this keep? Is it in the middle of nowhere? Surrounded by a town that it was once there to protect? Protecting a mountain pass? Is it surrounded by a moat? Ditches with soldiers posted?


This is spread out over a few posts, but it's surrounded by a moat. But said moat is fed by the sea and infested with sharks.

I actually have a pretty decent idea for a character. Do I submit it to you via PM? Or just start writing?


It's jump in. Just start writing. Keep within the boundaries I've set in the OOC and if you have something you're not sure about you can ask me where you please.

You dudes and ladies are seriously missing out.
We had a survivor this round. Someone rolled a five but they were assisted by someone's sacrifice. One other might have qualified, but they rolled just a bit too low, and another rolled very low.

I didn't describe it, but the drawbridge winch is typically hidden inside the battlement wall, but the hole leads right next to the exposed mechanism. It's partially visible on the ceiling, but is otherwise similar to the image below.

Chaos ensued.

The battlements was largely safe from gunfire. Even Nicolas, from his position in the leftmost machine gun nest, would be difficult to hit with a rifle. The cage built around the machine gun was purpose built to keep the gunner safe from any form of harm that could befall him. Explosion-proof barriers prevented pesky dynamite charges from harming him. A metal siege cage was sturdy enough to deflect more primitive projectiles. There was even an air supply mask to protect him from chemical weapons. Chase kept pointing, and Nicolas’s gun kept dropping bodies. The only thing that might have challenged the machine gun nest was a sniper, but there were no good ones left. The blood witch had conscripted them all into her armies, and killed the ones that resisted.

If Nicolas’s ears weren’t ringing from the gunfire, he might have heard a buzz from above. While nigh-impenetrable with lower end weaponry, there were gaps and holes into the nest so that the gun could be aimed and fired. Nicolas barely noticed the first bee, and only flinched when it pricked his enchanted flesh. Then another bee stung him, and another, and another, and soon the flashes from his muzzle illuminated hundreds of swarming insects.

“Not the bee- NOT THE BEES! AAHHHHHHHH!”

Nicolas waved his hands about as he abandoned the turret nest. Even nearby archers seemed shaken by the turret operator yelling like some has-been method actor. In the darkness it was not clear what had caused him to abandon his post, though anyone attempting to take over for him would quickly realise what was up.

Chase pointed back at the machine gun nest. “Find out what’s going on and fix it! Fortunately for the keep, its second nest to the right was on the other side of the battlements, and wouldn’t be impeded by the bees. But this was starting to feel less like a one sided slaughter to Chase. None of the guardsmen had died, and the rebels had suffered massive casualties, but they were getting a little close for comfort. Between the overturned truck and the machine gun being down, the rebels were able to easily reach the moat on one side of the fort. If they managed to get inside… “Where’s that masonmancer!? And archers! Keep shooting!”

Kaapo took to the waters, emboldened by the sacrifice of his great grandpa. The moat was not so long. Twenty feet would be easy to swim through. The first guard that came in front of the hole was brandishing a machine gun. He looked out at the hundreds of targets before him, but Kaapo saw only one. His pistol was high, he had been careful not to get it wet. When he fired, the bullet struck the guard in the chest. His target stumbled against the wall and fell onto the stairs leading up to the battlements. But no blood had been spilled. Maybe he was wearing armor, maybe he had enchanted flesh, or maybe he had both. He leveled his gun at the boy, hovered his finger over the trigger.

And then he sank.

Initially the guard was surprised, but then he remembered the moat and grinned. It was filled with sharks. The giant killing machines could swallow a man whole, and always lingered in the area because of an enchanted blood spell. The waters also lead directly out to sea, which was how they were able to accept shipments without them getting intercepted. The guard stood back up and walked up to the battlements.

“Shit!”

Sally Dallas used to be a radio operator that managed all the trucks operating under Gerald Trucking. Up until the queen’s takeover, she had talked to and gotten to know many of the men and women who delivered supplies all over Gilla. Things weren’t the same once they had become corporatized. Upper management had been replaced, and nothing had really been the same after that. She knew Boston and Kaapo, and couldn’t be surprised that they were among the first to lose their lives. The young boy had always been reckless even before his grandpa’s sacrifice, and Boston had made it clear that he didn’t expect to live. Their deaths were a tragedy. Particularly Kaapo’s. She had tried to convince him to stay out of this, but there was no talking him down. Not when his grandpa was going.

“Okay…” Sally peaked around the concrete pile. “You ate one of us, but I forgive you. If you can act as a bridge to let us across, I’ll feed you until you bust!”

And with that, the great white rose to the surface of the water. The shark was about fifteen feet wide and filled most of the space between the hole in the wall and the edge of the water. However, such sharks also couldn’t breath unless they were moving. She didn’t expect the shark to hold for long, but it could get some people inside, hopefully.

But Sally wouldn’t be trying it herself. While Boston and Kaapo could bravely give their lives, Sally couldn’t make herself do something so dangerous. Other than some druid spells, she had no way of defending herself. She had opened a path by talking to the sharks, it was up to someone else to do the brave part and get inside, and maybe lower the drawbridge.

Looking back, she saw Great Grandma Henriksson. She didn’t know who she was, but it was unusual to see such an old woman hobbling along as men rushed past either side of her. Sally stood up and was about to help her to cover when a flurry of arrows came overhead. She disappeared under the arrows, and once the arrows had passed, only her walking stick remained. It had sunk into the soil and sprouted a single flower, which attracted a single bee.

Sally began to hyperventilate. She had no idea why she was here. Was death really better than living in fear? She could hear her heart beating between her ears and slapped her cheeks. She pushed her glasses back up on her nose and whispered a prayer to herself.
@Qia If you're interested in it, give it a try. I have met a few interesting people in the 1x1 section and I'm not sure if we would have ever crossed paths in group RPs. That said, I'm a bit spoiled since I generally have great luck with my group RPs. The only RPs I do that don't ever really get off the ground are my April fool/experimentation RPs and, also, sometimes even they get off the ground. It's hard for me to humble myself before players that will ghost during setup or call things off a few posts in when I could just make a group RP. You need a lot of perseverance and thick skin to get far in 1x1, and maybe reasonable expectations.

Alternatively, and I've only tried this once, you could do a 1x1 RP with someone you click with in groups. At least that way both of you know what to expect from the other.
trying to get back into 1x1 (i know, joke's on me) and it's getting irritating how much of a document purportedly setting out to establish honest and explicit expectations and network compatible writers together is written in code, jargon, euphemism, and often just, lies? to wit


Good stuff.

I tried to get into 1x1 a long time ago and I've discovered it's not really for me. I think I've GMed too many games and I like receiving multiple small reactions from multiple players, even if they aren't as good as the single theoretical player I could be playing with in a 1x1 scenario. I try to talk myself back into it from time to time, but it never seems to work out. I really like that format you used and would like to present a few more.

What the interest check says
What it actually means apparently
"I'm ghost friendly!"I'm going to ghost on you, so be friendly.
"I play submissive characters, and I'd like you to play a dominant character."My character is little more than a cardboard cutout. They will never advance the plot or do anything you don't expect. However, their inner thoughts are not-so-subtle hints as to what I'd like your character to do next, because I hate discussing things OOCly and would rather you write a story for me to read. No, I'm not paying you a commission.
"I'm looking for an advanced to novella-level partner."I want someone who can write better than me.
"I have a discord that I like to use to discuss RPs."I will forget half of the shit we talked about and instead shower you with chat messages or memes that have nothing to do with RP planning.
"Discuss further in PMs."I wanna RP some really crazy shit, and I want to take advantage of the sunk cost fallacy so that you're less likely to say no once I tell you what it is.

Update on the collabs:

COMPLETE!-Noah VS Trixy/Boteg
COMPLETE!-Asher and THE NUNS
COMPLETE!-Gemini post operation briefing
IDLE-Maverick Alternative post operation party
COMPLETE!-Something with Finn C:
STARTED-Something else with Finn C:
ENDING- The Hunt
START IMMINENT-Sooooo many things with Marrie, but it's her fault for going pacifist route like this is Undertale.
UNDECIDED- possibly one other thing before I start.

Nobody seems too excited to start the last opperation yet, but I really don't want to drag out downtime until summer, so we'll see what gets done. I'm not too worried about it.

Oh yea, and some of you really, really wanna start thinking about your upgrades.


"It's been 84 years..."

— Chloe Irving



As it turned out, starting a siege by yourself, even with the help of a eldritch horror, does not ensure things are going to be easy. Chloe was fully aware that her seige wasn't going to do any meaningful damage, but typically the point of a distraction was to hold out as long as possible so that everyone else could do their thing. She had acted prematurely, and Penrose had not tried to match her pace. She still had a few tricks up her sleeve, like the mortech juggernauts and his avatar, but it it was still too early to deploy them. They kept fighting, but they had to back peddle into a forest to keep their numbers up. It was just a distraction, so retaining ground wasn't as important as retaining numbers.

"Get those mortek crawlers firing!" Normally siege equipment would be worthless, but the arcane flames from from the mortek crawlers' soul caskets could care less about cover from trees. The other magical girls she was with were nearby, though it wasn't exactly a time for idle chatter.

"My liege!" A mortisan soulmason pointed behind them. "I see evidence of combat! Smoke rises to the heavens, and steeds of Brionne ride further off!"

Chloe groaned. "Didn't Brionne fall with the old world?"

"Perhaps Sigmar saved some unicorns and gave them to Wonderlanders to use against our great army! Woe, these cowards!"

"It's wonderland, they likely- Wait, unicorns? How pink and glittery are they?"

"Very! And they appear to be lead by an accursed kite!" The end of his staff started to glow. "Shall I send out a Bone-tithe Shrieker as a deterrent?"

"...Let me see about making contact with them. They could be friendly."

Chloe raised her hand, and a swarm of souls surged forth. A giant crystal with four elongated faces manifested within the neon cloud. It was suitably chilling, the way it spun like a slow tornado and crept through the forest. It cast an errie green glow that shined through tree branches. The jaws suddenly dropped. Normally this was when a Bone-tithe Shrieker would belt out an endless scream from all of its mouths to unsettle enemies and invigorate the bone reapers. Instead the faces, while still creepy, softened their expressions and changed their color to pink.

"Hewoooooooooooow!" A sickeningly cute voice echoed throughout the forest. "If you weewy, weewy don't wike wunderwand, say your favorwit ting about huggy wuggies!"

Also, what was that rumbling? Was there a giant in these woods?

There's no commitment. It's a jump-in RP where your characters are very likely going to die on their first post. That said, you're free to stick around and make more. We're always looking for more players.
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