Daniel Constantine would prefer Hive of Minds because of the whole unnatural angle and the fact that they're monsters: His specialty. No ambiguous humans to kill.
On the flip side, if Lyzan and Cerianis want to do a different mission, I'm more than willing to change my vote.
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Hm. Time to expand. :3
Well the king's letter example is what the literary world calls a hook. The movie industry calls it a trailer. Video games call it a teaser or demo reel. It's the very first thing people get to see about the universe.
The best way to show your players your world is, well, showing them, not telling them. Saying "my world is a fantasy RP involving the kingdom of Tyr" is information. It's telling the person what it is. Showing an excerpt of how the characters behave, followed up with the OOC explaining what they just witnessed and explaining what they'll do, is showing them the world and then using information to explain it. It yanks at someone and says "HEY! LOOK AT ME! I AM IMMERSIVE! MY WORLD IS ALIVE AND ASKING FOR YOUR HELP!" Instead of, say... "The world of Tyr is in danger by the evil monster."
Using that method I've never had an interest check fail. LoR 2's interest check was apparently so wildly successful it blew away all expectations and garnered over 30 players into my OOC initially. Take that for what you will.
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tl;dr: Marketing tactics 101. People prefer to feel involved directly, as though witnessing something or being spoken towards, instead of being informed in a wiki-like fashion. Why? I have no idea. Go ask a psychologist.
Well the king's letter example is what the literary world calls a hook. The movie industry calls it a trailer. Video games call it a teaser or demo reel. It's the very first thing people get to see about the universe.
The best way to show your players your world is, well, showing them, not telling them. Saying "my world is a fantasy RP involving the kingdom of Tyr" is information. It's telling the person what it is. Showing an excerpt of how the characters behave, followed up with the OOC explaining what they just witnessed and explaining what they'll do, is showing them the world and then using information to explain it. It yanks at someone and says "HEY! LOOK AT ME! I AM IMMERSIVE! MY WORLD IS ALIVE AND ASKING FOR YOUR HELP!" Instead of, say... "The world of Tyr is in danger by the evil monster."
Using that method I've never had an interest check fail. LoR 2's interest check was apparently so wildly successful it blew away all expectations and garnered over 30 players into my OOC initially. Take that for what you will.
EDIT
tl;dr: Marketing tactics 101. People prefer to feel involved directly, as though witnessing something or being spoken towards, instead of being informed in a wiki-like fashion. Why? I have no idea. Go ask a psychologist.
So Boerd said My racial slur comparison is so ludicrous to prove a point. I think Suicide is worse. MagicMagnum was the original target and iirc, he said suicide was alright but racial slurs were not, and I think we can all agree that is silly.I do not think anyone should be held from suicide if they are of sound mind, (catch 22, if you are suicidal by definition you are not of sound mind) however, I maintain that it is immoral.Now, your latin is terrible, by the way. It's argumentum ad populem, not argument ad popularim, and ad hominem (Ad, meaning to, and Hominem, meaning man) means using a personal insult to discredit an argument, as opposed to simply calling the argument dumb as mere commentary.
Hm. I see. It still weakened your argument from the eyes of a third party, though, so...
Persons who are no longer capable of living without direct assistance, such as the elderly, or those with terminal illnesses, are perfectly within their sound mind to want to end their own lives. Like Alzheimer's disease. It literally kills your brain slowly, and painfully. You cease functioning as a person and constantly hurt yourself and your family. Or late onset dementia, which a family member of mine has. If they wanted to end their own lives, I wouldn't blame them, and I wouldn't consider it immoral, considering how disconcerting it is for the rest of the family, and as for him... I can't even imagine that. What it must be like to have a normal life slowly unravel into deranged hallucinations and paranoia. Then there's the bedridden, and those living on life support who just want to die with dignity instead of having someone wipe their ass for them.
Where you see a religious wrong, I see a moral right to it. They're in constant pain, it's only going to get worse. Let them die the way they wish to die. The same applies towards those living in crippling poverty with no chance of escape: Let them go. Saving one just so you can throw them back out onto the street again to live cold, lonely lives full of alcohol, drugs, and violence?... That's... No. That's immoral in my eyes if they wished to die to escape that.
I never claimed my Latin to be fantastic. I didn't Google them, nor do I run a spellchecker for OT posts. I tried to type them from memory. Figures I couldn't get it right. Thanks.
ActRaiserTheReturned said
That's why hate speech laws are retarded. /end of hijacking
Eh'. Fine line, but complex shit with many layers. So.
So Boerd said
In other words, government created a problem it now has to solve.
Not government. The government had nothing to do with the inevitable failure of the free market in this case to stop a snowball effect with corporations. Though it certainly isn't helping the point by killing net neutrality. Then again, I'm pretty sure everyone knows by now that the States' government is heavily corrupted/influenced by corporations... Hm...
@Everyone: I'll be back soon to review the new characters. Just wanted to get mine up and running. Hispanic farm girl with freckles zipping around the battlefield sniping things. Seemed amusing enough compared to all the doom and gloom around here.
Name: Jenive Rousseau.
Age: 23/Twenty Three.
Sex: Female.
Appearance:
Physical: Long, dark brown hair, green eyes. Hispanic ethnicity, small 5'7" height with an average build. Otherwise looks fairly unremarkable save for the freckles on her cheeks and the occasional small scar here or there from either the farm work, or previous work fighting as a caravan guard.
Non-Combat: Prefers to wear dresses and corsets where possible, but if it isn't, whatever cheap casual wear is on hand. Often wears small ear rings.
Combat: Her jet pack, medium grey-green armour. Her helmet represses the pony tail and forces her to let her hair down her back and forehead. In this, one could almost mistake her for being a teenager.
((Artist. Used purely for inspiration, where text conflicts, text prevails.))
History Type: Homesteader: Your character comes from the farms outside of Chicago City, where they grew up a farm boy girl. For one reason or another they left the life, but trade caravans are typically friendlier towards this character as they recognize him or her as one of their own, and this character tends to scavenge better than anyone else for products that they need most.
(Scavenge bonus, easier to negotiate better deals especially with traders and caravans.)
Biography: Jenive was born on a homestead outside of Bunker Chicago, and spent most of her early childhood learning how to tend to the farm and the basics of reading and writing. She has two younger sisters, and one older brother, both parents intact, even with an uncle remarkable. They lived decently, though privacy was often a pipe dream in such a place. While her siblings became fascinated with depictions of the modern world, bustling streets and airplanes, she grew intrigued by colonialism and the Victorian style. Her sisters wanted to be lawyers and her brother wanted to be a president of some apparently powerful country named Brazil. Indeed, he often regaled her with tales of how their professional soccer kicks sent grenades to their enemies!... Not that Jenive really believed him.
When she hit her early teens, she started to really begin interacting with other beyond her family. Most were perplexed by her small obsession with colonialism, but one young man stood out: Robin Sonetal. They quickly befriended each other after finding a similar love of such antiquated things, and soon enough, love blossomed between them. It was then that Jenive discovered her lack of urges, and found herself in a purely platonic relationship. Yet, this didn't bother Robin, who stuck with her until he became a caravan guard at the age of fifteen. Constantly she prayed for his safe return, and often he came back injured, or emotionally scarred. Two years later, he perished to allow a convoy to escape. Devastated, she lost what little faith she had in any kind of God, and grew distant from her own family, who ardently worshiped Him. Not truly belonging with her own family anymore, she took the broken cross her lover wore, and became a caravan guard in his place.
Four years later, a vivid survivor of many ambushes in a career that often straight up slaughtered sixty percent of its first year recruits, the caravan was ambushed by something from the Shadow Zone. Something big, which burst from the ground and consumed and mutilated everything in its path. Jenive was one of the few survivors, and would have been left behind if she hadn't been noticed by Carolyn Antoinette, a mech pilot. Brought back, she was inspired by Carolyn, and joined BCSEC, in the hopes of putting down the Shadow Zone... Once, and for all.
Technical Information: This information is your character’s skill sets and inventory.
Career Path: Grunt: The grunt is someone who has become a grizzled war fighter, having chosen to abstain from both the more mechanized aspects of warfare and the temptation of mutations. They instead use specialty training and customized firearms to resolve the day. Often underestimated, their contribution to a battle tends to be less obvious than the other two, and don’t let the name fool you: A well trained, well equipped Grunt is just as deadly as a high ranking Listener or Pilot!
Grunts start with their Light Armour replaced with Medium Armour, still flexible but capable of stopping some damage in critical areas. They also have access to one of three starting weapons which replaces the Standard Issue Council Rifle.
Grunts start with two weapon modifications for their weapon of choice and can change out these modifications at any time when not in a mission. They also start with two pieces of Advanced Training.
Inventory: Your character’s inventory. You may add as many miscellaneous items as you wish, within reason. There are some things added here already: You get to keep these unless they’re replaced by a different item based on your career path. (ex: Pilots would replace Medkit with Technician Kit.)
Signature: Why Brovo, of course I agree that you can kill my characters, you handsome GM you. I'm sure somewhere though there's a time paradox involved, that would bring back Vlad, the master of camoflauge.
Name: Jenive Rousseau.
Age: 23/Twenty Three.
Sex: Female.
Appearance:
Physical: Long, dark brown hair, green eyes. Hispanic ethnicity, small 5'7" height with an average build. Otherwise looks fairly unremarkable save for the freckles on her cheeks and the occasional small scar here or there from either the farm work, or previous work fighting as a caravan guard.
Non-Combat: Prefers to wear dresses and corsets where possible, but if it isn't, whatever cheap casual wear is on hand. Often wears small ear rings.
Combat: Her jet pack, medium grey-green armour. Her helmet represses the pony tail and forces her to let her hair down her back and forehead. In this, one could almost mistake her for being a teenager.
((Artist. Used purely for inspiration, where text conflicts, text prevails.))
History Type: Homesteader: Your character comes from the farms outside of Chicago City, where they grew up a farm boy girl. For one reason or another they left the life, but trade caravans are typically friendlier towards this character as they recognize him or her as one of their own, and this character tends to scavenge better than anyone else for products that they need most.
(Scavenge bonus, easier to negotiate better deals especially with traders and caravans.)
Biography: Jenive was born on a homestead outside of Bunker Chicago, and spent most of her early childhood learning how to tend to the farm and the basics of reading and writing. She has two younger sisters, and one older brother, both parents intact, even with an uncle remarkable. They lived decently, though privacy was often a pipe dream in such a place. While her siblings became fascinated with depictions of the modern world, bustling streets and airplanes, she grew intrigued by colonialism and the Victorian style. Her sisters wanted to be lawyers and her brother wanted to be a president of some apparently powerful country named Brazil. Indeed, he often regaled her with tales of how their professional soccer kicks sent grenades to their enemies!... Not that Jenive really believed him.
When she hit her early teens, she started to really begin interacting with other beyond her family. Most were perplexed by her small obsession with colonialism, but one young man stood out: Robin Sonetal. They quickly befriended each other after finding a similar love of such antiquated things, and soon enough, love blossomed between them. It was then that Jenive discovered her lack of urges, and found herself in a purely platonic relationship. Yet, this didn't bother Robin, who stuck with her until he became a caravan guard at the age of fifteen. Constantly she prayed for his safe return, and often he came back injured, or emotionally scarred. Two years later, he perished to allow a convoy to escape. Devastated, she lost what little faith she had in any kind of God, and grew distant from her own family, who ardently worshiped Him. Not truly belonging with her own family anymore, she took the broken cross her lover wore, and became a caravan guard in his place.
Four years later, a vivid survivor of many ambushes in a career that often straight up slaughtered sixty percent of its first year recruits, the caravan was ambushed by something from the Shadow Zone. Something big, which burst from the ground and consumed and mutilated everything in its path. Jenive was one of the few survivors, and would have been left behind if she hadn't been noticed by Carolyn Antoinette, a mech pilot. Brought back, she was inspired by Carolyn, and joined BCSEC, in the hopes of putting down the Shadow Zone... Once, and for all.
Career Path: Grunt: The grunt is someone who has become a grizzled war fighter, having chosen to abstain from both the more mechanized aspects of warfare and the temptation of mutations. They instead use specialty training and customized firearms to resolve the day. Often underestimated, their contribution to a battle tends to be less obvious than the other two, and don’t let the name fool you: A well trained, well equipped Grunt is just as deadly as a high ranking Listener or Pilot!
Grunts start with their Light Armour replaced with Medium Armour, still flexible but capable of stopping some damage in critical areas. They also have access to one of three starting weapons which replaces the Standard Issue Council Rifle.
Grunts start with two weapon modifications for their weapon of choice and can change out these modifications at any time when not in a mission. They also start with two pieces of Advanced Training.
Inventory: Your character’s inventory. You may add as many miscellaneous items as you wish, within reason. There are some things added here already: You get to keep these unless they’re replaced by a different item based on your career path. (ex: Pilots would replace Medkit with Technician Kit.)
Signature: Why Brovo, of course I agree that you can kill my characters, you handsome GM you. I'm sure somewhere though there's a time paradox involved, that would bring back Vlad, the master of camoflauge.
Dervish said
Silly is what we like to call a massive understatement. Last I checked, derogatory terms don't typically end up putting bodies in the ground.
It was likely more of a miscommunication. Hopefully it is now resolved.
So Boerd said I do not think they are equivalent, I think suicide is much worse.
Then stop comparing them. It only makes you look the fool, when the position against suicide is a fine one to have by its own base nature. I'm not much one for being emotionally connected to people, so this is simply two different minds seeing two different things from the same situation.
I see it as person X wants to die: Let them under Y and Z qualifications.
You see it as person X wants to die, but it will hurt other people: Don't let them.
You don't have to involve an asinine, nonsensical comparison in that. All it does is weaken your argument. This is a tip for the future, if you stick around.
So Boerd said And I was not talking about hate crimes, I was talking about the racial slur guy to prove how silly an ideology which sets suicide as better is.
I haven't in any way, shape, or form, stated that racism is worse than suicide. I haven't even stated a position on whether suicide is good or bad, right or wrong. I've stated that it is, and that it is a person's own decision, and that if they are of sane mind, they should be allowed to do so. Meanwhile racism is either a belief, which a person is allowed to have, or a series of actions against a person with the intent to dehumanize and destroy, which is irrevocable wrong.
So Boerd said You have been forced to add violence to my racism comparison to maintain consistency.
Because it's the only way your comparison could even be considered sane. Comparing death to anything not death related tends to be a complete failure in terms of how serious the two articles being compared are.
So Boerd said Ultimately, I find all suicide wrong on a religious level.
And I'm an atheist. So this is probably why you're not getting through to me.
So Boerd said What I can prove secularly is that parents should not commit suicide because they are already commited to obligations. When you had the child, you committed to raise it.
Sure, I dig that. Until the kid reaches an age where they can self-sustain themselves, it is actually detrimental to the continued survival and independence of the dependents.
So we're in agreement there.
One of the rules of advertisement: If it can't be understood in five minutes or less, nobody will be interested. Post an excerpt of the plot you want to run, no more than three paragraphs, and then devote one paragraph to just explaining clear as day what you want and what the RP will be about. For example: You have a fantasy RP? Try having the King of whatever nation write a letter to another, detailing the main conflict at hand for the party, add some exciting words, words that are vague enough to conjure any image but powerful enough to convey the validity of the problem at hand. Think words like: Cataclysm, apocalypse, endless, brink, destruction, terror, etc.
After that, keep the interest check afloat. Answer everyone who comes in. I mean everyone, even a simple "I'm interested", reply with a thank you and a smile. Even if half of them don't show, if you get the interest of like, 30 people, that's still a solid 15 who will arrive to join the frey.
Comes in a variety of valid ways. If you're going pure text, always put the plot up front and centre as the first portion, the character sheet second, and any information thereafter third. If you're in casual, keep it below 2,500 words. If you're in advanced, below 6,000. Nothing drives players away like an OOC that takes a solid two hours to read and understand.
And, again, keep excitement alive in the initial phase. Respond when you can, use teasers, answer questions. The formatting of the OOC just needs to be solid enough to garner attention--what will really keep people keen is in how well you can keep the tension going for whatever is going on.
Hmm... I might be interested. Is the AI any good or can it be summarized with the words "training drone" ?
The Nexerus said
Ask yourself this question.Why doesn't McDonalds charge $20 for a cheeseburger?Answer it, and you'll have my response to that post.
This example doesn't work for the main reason that wherever McDonalds is, there is another restaurant of comparable calibre nearby.
There are many areas in the States where there is only one or two ISP's. It's a monopoly or duopoly, and nothing stops them from charging whatever they want to, except maybe a cleverly worded law suit...
...And at this rate, even that will be a joke.
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