Chrononaut

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

"The town criers have cross-stitched their mouths shut
and stapled their eyes open.

The benches are all broken.
No one sits down anyway.
No one can fit
their broken wings beneath their cloaks.

A skin condition
that makes its victims appear timelessly sad
afflicts most.

Prominent citizens drown in the carpool lane.
Their makeup floats to the surface.

Wine glasses clink together.
They hate each other.
They clink until one breaks
and then the other.

There is no such thing as vagrants.
There is no such thing as home.

The sun has a tick.

No one can afford flowers,
but the children
stand very still in the garden
until the cold snap cracks."

- Gandhi

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

"Six Little Soldier Boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were five."

I've never seen someone tear into someone quite that hard. Also, unrelated, five to go. Or is it six?

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Icarus said
And you'll miss all the not-death and cake if you're dead. I know. It's awful.

And a slot won't open, which is a tragedy.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

MY QUE

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Working on a post. ALL THE FORTUNES.

What Are You Listening To?

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

I forgot to add: WHEN YOU MAKE AN RP AND IT JUST DOESN'T CLICK.

LOOK AT THIS SHIT.

I put waaaaaaaaaay too much effort into that. To be fair, it was a reboot of a rp I had PARTIALLY done (the forum died before I could finish, oh and then the roleplayerguild died when I had players the next time I tried it). I secretly suspect Fallout isn't a popular setting, also almost anything sci fi. Maybe it was the plotline that forced everyone together inadvertently and seemed linear. Could rewrite it as its own universe separate thing...

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Feel like I should add something here,

Anyone who uses "Would" in instead of past tense or as a strange version of present tense. Example: "Rodrick would stab Jeffrey in the kidney with a shank". Would he do that now? Does that mean he would do something but doesn't? Is that how you tell a story outside of roleplay? "I walked into the club and would dance like a madman and totally would score with all the things, sentient or otherwise.". WHAT IS THIS. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. JUST USE "STABBED" AND "DANCED" AND "SCORED". IT'S TWO LETTERS, ED. PAST TENSE.

Also full roleplays I want to join. I'm staring down Legends of Renalta right now! Seven people would need to ragequit at once. How do you even get 6 people over populated? WHAT IS THIS

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Styx & Ramsey
This machine. This awful, brilliant machine. I'd been going through the phases all must go through when working with a new tool. Frustration. Fury. Fascination. Renewed hate for humanity. Another flashing image manifested its way onto the screen. I'd been selected out of a million to receive a vacation. I didn't want one. Closing it only opened seven more windows.

I reset the machine. It buzzed and whirred back into something of stability. I opened a browser. So far as I was concerned, I could type anything in sequence and get an answer. Following on that logic, that terrible, terrible logic, I typed: Books of Unimaginable Power Who's Opening Would Signify The End Times.

The results piled in like rats to a Rat King. Amongst them was a 'link' which lead to a 'forum' which was discussing 'deep net'. After some time I was able to acquire a 'program' that could go to the deep net -the title sounded ominous enough to find what I sought- I loaded a 'forum'. Squeezed among the links with topics such as “arcane rituals” and “recruiting magi superior” was a single banner nestled nestled above all. It was void, edges wretched with brambles. I ignored this, moving to the section detailing artifacts. Evidently there was a historical museum that held a very old, hoary tome. It was written in an unknown tongue and had perplexed scholars of its point of origin for decades. This seemed reasonable enough.

Oddly, the same brambled ad was on this page as well. When I squinted, something...something seemed to be pressing against the void. Ignoring this, I closed the browser.
Seconds before stepping out the door into the earthly light, I realized my raiment's weren't suited to this plane of existence. Going back to the room with the computer, there was something strange. Normally the monitor had less void. From this distance, I could make out a face. It was another window that had opened itself. With some annoyance I closed the thing and searched around for more earthly garments.

Hoods were a necessity. This computer did not disappoint. I decided on bringing the infernal device with me on the way out of this plane.

---

Styx left the room. As the door closed, the computers screen flashed to void. Moving towards the kitchen, she spoke in a matter of fact tone to Ramsey, "I need earthly clothing. My devilish features I don't think will be...appreciated, today."
Ramsey was checking what remained in the fridge, nothing but a pickle jar and some vegetables."Damnit! Really the food it, it's all trash! The perishables left out, the milk ruined. At least there's a can of beer." He said as he picked it up only for it to have a hole in the bottom.."Fuck!"
Styx walked in, and spoke almost demandingly, that she needs new clothes. "Yeah? What now you wanna go shopping? Typical woman. So don't got a purse to match your outfit?" He said sarcastically.

Thinking it over, Styx replied, "A coin purse? I don't see how that would be a problem." ignoring the other terminology as being less than important. That and she hadn't the energy to get any madder than she had earlier. It took hours to build up enough spite for a truly vile outrage.
"A what? Nevermind. I'm going to assume you didn't get that remark. Hmm." He said getting a few ideas in his head. "So what did you mean then like something to cover up?"
"This." she said, moving her pointed grey tail around much like an extremely angry cat or very happy dog. "Is a problem." She pointed to her horns. "Also these."
"Yeah, I see where you're going, so what did you have in mind, something like a long coat?"
"That sounds fine. I don't know what's worn in this century. Librariums tend to be slightly behind the times. Something about time relativity..." she held a hand to her forehead. "Heads spinning even thinking about it. They actually told me not to think about it or my mind would melt on the way up."

" I think they were just messing with ya, right. Well some idiot ruined all the food, so I'll be heading out, leave food out like that again and I'll rip your tail out!" He said as he got ready to leave. It took him a few hours, first he hit the mall, looking for some clothing that'd cover horns and a tail, a long coat and a knit hat for cold days, and a pink hoodie that had 'my little angel' on it, just for laughs. He picked another one just in case.

After picking up more food again. He turned the key and opened the door back to the apartment. He walked through the apartment, and tossed her the bag of clothes."Picked something large, don't complain. Now I'm fixing lunch don't bother me!"

Styx caught the bag, rolled off the couch and proceed back to the computer room. The room seemed...darker somehow. Also she didn't remember the monitor actually being covered in a pallid face set in the midst of void. Ignoring this, she pulled out the pink hoodie. Flipping it round once, she acknowledged the "my little angel" part in silence. The color was a little...bright, but she didn't see why she couldn't wear it. Other than it was terrible.

Eventually managing to slip into the jeans (slipping her tail through the belt loops), wore the coat over the hoodie, and managed to somehow snug the hat over her horns in a way that wouldn't be immediately odd. The monitor buzzed. Glancing over, it seemed...that a hand had met the screen as well. The glass heaved and warped. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn't an effect.

Leaving the room, she slammed the door shut and announced louder than usual, "Never open this door."

Ramsey had just made a sandwich, with plenty of mayo, dripping in fact. As he bit down into it. As Styx slammed the door leading to the computer room, well it was more like a second room, than just for computers. As she loudly announced 'Never open this door' Ramsey walked over still eating his sandwich. "Mumm, Why!? Break something? Again?"
Her black heart pounding, she said quickly, "It's something...a entity has dragged its way into that room. Don't open the door. Don't invite it in. I don't know what it is yet."
Ramsey just took another bite out of his sandwich."Mhmm, soo opening it is bad? What if I do, can't I just beat it up? Perhaps let it listen to the Bieber kid, that wards off anything, even politicians."
"I doubt it. Seems incorporeal. Maybe a curse, maybe not. It came from the computer so I'm assuming yes to curse."
Ramsey laughed."RIGHT? Probably still hungover. Seeing things, well not my problem." Ramsey said as he walked off, not caring about what she may have seen.

Styx muttered something about Ramsey being a husk by the time she got back and opened the door to the outside world, blinded by the disorienting white light that was the Sun. She pulled the hood over her knit capped head, which helped her feel much less blind. Strolling down the stairs, she realized that the city was very...dull. You'd think mankind would have left a few statues here and there.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Styx and Ramsey
The moment Ramsey closed his bedroom door Styx seized the opportunity to eat all the food, forever. Noticing the kitchen as the only room in this small apartment with a large amount of cabinets, she went about the business of raiding for nourishment. Upon propping open the fridge with her tail, she began stacking as much of the food and condiments on the counter as possible. Reading through the labels, the "sauce" and "ketchup" sounded about as far from food as possible. Struggling and eventually managing to open the sauce lid, she drank it in the same way that a college freshman drinks their first six shots of vodka. It didn't take long for her face to flush and her mouth, throat, and stomach burned in the worst way possible. In a panic, she reached for the milk, and drank a quarter of the gallon of the stuff before gagging and spitting onto the tile floor.

Frustrated, she pried open the window and threw the bottle outside, throwing fire not long after. Unfortunately, she missed and the resulting impact dug a small hole in some building across the street. Slamming the window closed, she went back to the kitchen and looked for anything, just, just anything resembling meat. She settled on the frozen steak, which she bit into with something of a excited fervor and found she couldn't bite through at all. Creating a small furnace of heat in her hands, she spent an agonizing hour heating the steak to something palpable. Tearing into the flesh with fervor, Styx found the meat acceptable but oddly less bloody than she was used to. Bovines must be raised differently Earthwise.

After taking a few chomps out of the steak, she decided to eat through his strawberries. She was mostly attracted to the color red and assumed it had something of a blood like taste. Popping one, then two, then seven into her mouth, she found the sweetness pleasant but wasn't entirely sure if she could sustain herself off this alone. Most demons were carnivorous if they didn't sustain themselves off the actual concept of suffering.

Setting the strawberries aside, she decided to root around for alcohol. Styx was well aware that many trapped in the third circle, Sloths, were fans of alcohol in life and even those humans who were charitable in life were well known to drink. Ramseys' fridge did not disappoint, a few bottles of various hard liquors, mixed drinks, and vodka. She took a bottle of vodka on the sneaking suspicion that the clear liquid couldn't possibly be alcoholic, it looked exactly like water.

Styx left the food on the counter and brought the drink over to the couch. Taking a swig, she nearly spit it out. It certainly tasted like alcohol and absolutely nothing else. This wasn't her first time around the block, usually she drank wine. This was in a whole other ballpark. Setting the bottle on the floor, she inspected the device across from her. It was a tv and she recognized the word "power". Pressing the button, the tv sprung to life and slowly lit up. Images and audio moved along in sync. She moved away from the screen in surprise. Usually only very old, decrepit books made of the skin of a newborn babe had moving images. While it was very possible this was some sort of witchcraft, she sincerely doubted it.

The screen went on about the hell portals being held back by brave metahumans. Metahumans? Is that what Ramsey was? Eventually in between raising the volume and accidentally going through menu's she managed to change the channel to some childrens cartoon. After a few more swigs from the bottle, the cartoon animals began to annoy her. Slowly but surely, the tv flickered and hissed, the lights in the apartment faded in and out, before in a flash of static Styx had managed to short out the television.
Waking up hours later with a pounding headache, Styx rolled off the couch and onto the floor.

The night was long for Ramsey, with sirens and whatnot blaring through the late hours. But he managed to get a decent nights sleep. The late morning sun arose as he got up, wearing just a simple pair of shorts, forgetting a Demon was living there as well. As he casually walked to the kitchen, only to see thawed food and condiments strewn about. Following the trail of destruction. He found Styx sleeping on the floor her back against the carpet.

He walked to the side of her, noting the seemingly broken television, and bottles of Vodka. As he stepped on her stomach."GET UP! GeT Up!" He yelled, pushing her with his foot.

The horned girl groaned and partially opened her eyes. She rolled over towards the couch, throwing an arm onto the cushions. Using her knees and that arm, she pushed herself up despite the throbbing torment of a hangover she was currently suffering. "What do you waaaaaaant" she moaned.

Ramsey walked over to a lamp, and looed back at Styx who was trying to get up. He moved it closer as she leaned on the couch and turned it on right in front of her eyes."You ate all my food, then you trashed the place, well got something to say before I strangle you?"

To Styx, the light was a piercing blaze of light that bore through her eyes. Scrunching her eyes shut, she hissed, "I'd do it again!" Sluggishly she rose to her feet, then fell back onto the couch which was far more comfortable than the floor she decided.

"Do it again eh? I could always rip your jaw off, let's see you eat like that? And the T.V. is broke. What raiding my fridge wasn't enough!? Damn." Ramsey moved over to Styx, and lifted her with his only arm by her neck. Not tight enough to strangle her just yet."Look we got names for girls like you, it's called being a bitch! Now if you plan on staying here There's going to be some ground rules!"

"First off, you see this stub of an arm? Well it's regenerating! And for that I need a shit ton of food. Now raid my fridge again and I'll rip your pretty little head off! Second don't go breaking the T.V. Now I'll have to steal another one. For that matter don't break anything! Third, you need to learn a bit more about this world, I mean really it looks like hot sauce is spilled all over the floor! What'd you do DRINK it? Who the hell drinks hot sauce? Look there's a computer in the other room, it's old and cheap but it has internet. Use it to search for your, Tomes to pass the time."

Styx struggled and kicked. After a moment of short breathed thought, she jabbed towards Ramseys crotch with the pointed end her tail. She gasped, "Let go!"
Styx jabbed Ramsey's crotch with her tail, not that it bothered him much. From his view point she was just prodding him. As he dropped her to the ground."For a Demon you ain't that tough, surprising I thought you all were the shit when I was younger."

Rubbing her neck, Styx replied, "Don't worry, when the aeons pass and you're nothing but the soil, I'll be more terrible than you can possibly imagine." She turned around and muttered, "I'm sure the others brought far more trouble. From my view, your city looked like a fresh Hell."
"Yeah, well until the aeons pass you're still weaker than me! Besides Hoboken is worse on a day like this. Or New Jersey, always got someone wrecking the city. So wanna find your Tomes, or want some more Vodka to kick your ass?"

"Fine." Styx said, walking around towards the other room she'd seen earlier but hadn't bothered with. Upon opening the door, she saw what looked like a smaller tv and resisted the natural urge to just explode it right here and now.

"I take it you've never seen a computer before? Right. Well press this button to turn it on." Ramsey said as the Computer booted up, and as soon as the home screen appeared he opened the web browser, and typed in YouTube, searching for videos on the subject of using a PC.

"Don't break it! A computer holds infinite knowledge, and idiots, too stupid to use it. Just watch the screen while I salvage what food we have left, moron. Destroying all the food.." He said as he walked off.