Haven't read a good player vs. player fight scene in a while! Thst was greatly enjoyable.
Sadri, such a turbogimp.
Sadri, such a turbogimp.
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STATUS: Remember, nobody actually enjoys roleplaying if there isn't at least five shameful fetishes uncovered by the 2nd page. 5 yrs ago
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Remember, nobody actually enjoys roleplaying if there isn't at least five shameful fetishes uncovered by the 2nd page.
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Somebody stole my mood ring. I don't know how to feel about it.
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Let's be honest, it's far more satisfying and challenging to actually imagine what a character looks like than paste a hundred gifs of a celebrity and call it good.
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So, a team of players who are good at playing as a team in a team-based game are individually bad players. Seems kind of silly when you put it like that, no?
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My goal these days is to have an RP that can actually finish, or the very least, last a few years. I see way too many die on page one to take chances
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Lowering the site's value since January 2012.
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Alrighty, I just updated the character sheet into the new format and updated the inventory, changed Do'Karth's personality section to more accurately reflect his in-game personality, and updated the character opinions section, including adding the 3 new characters.
I've been busy.
I've been busy.
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Derv is bae.
Senpai noticed me
I'll need to read what happened during my work break. I CAN'T TAKE THIS CONFUSION.
Shhhh.
No tears, only dreams.
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no homo
We'll bang, okay
At this point, whomever wishes to write feel free to take the wheel.
Cullymeister, feel free to do an intro! We can loop the scary Reachlady into the mix as we all run from the Pirates of the Notibbean.
Cullymeister, feel free to do an intro! We can loop the scary Reachlady into the mix as we all run from the Pirates of the Notibbean.
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I am laughing my ass off.
I love you guys.
I love you guys.
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In Shay Alden’s youth, he loved the snow. The first signs of winter were a joyous occasion, with Christmas and his birthday just around the corner and a veritable wonderland to play in and explore as a child. The thought it would be anything but fun and games was inconceivable, and he could never understand why his parents hated winter.
Years later, as the first winter fell when he fought in the Great War, he soon would discover that winter was a frigid, wet, and miserable existence that claimed lives like a great reaper, descending upon the trenches and taking those too weak to resist its bite. Come his 19th birthday on January 14th, 1917, he prayed for death that never came. By February, he thought he would never feel warm again.
And so, as Shay and Vera left the Tawdy and the winter storms began to coat the streets, Shay was tense and careful in his drive. He did not wish to get in an accident, for starters, and the deceptively harmless-looking snow was a grim reminder of all too much death. His throat was tight; he needed a damn drink. By the time he rolled to a stop and turned off the car, he let out a relieved sigh. It was not an experience he cared to go out into again right away.
As he moved to open the door for Vera, he was stricken by how well-off the neighbourhood was, the affluence seeming to belong more to theater stars and singers than to people of their stature who struggled to make ends meet. It seemed more like a high-end hotel than somewhere people lived, and as he escorted Vera through its pristine and spotless hallways, he felt nervous to touch anything, as if he’d somehow corrupt it all.
Shay certainly shared in Vera’s excitement when they reached the door that would make or break Vera’s impression of her new home. The door swung open, and Vera’s gasp was certainly an appropriate reaction. Shay let out a low whistle as he followed her inside, carefully removing the dress shoes that were still on his feet and leaving them on a shoe rack to the side of the door. He could scarcely believe his eyes; he knew, but never realized, people’s homes could be this nice. Electric lighting and fixtures.
Vera’s voice came from one of the side rooms Shay had yet to explore, he called back, “Absolutely stunning, I’m afraid of mucking anything up…” he was saying as Vera poked her head around the corner, suddenly asking if he wanted to stay the night. This caught him off guard, especially since he was not expecting to be sharing a roof with Vera again, especially so soon and off assignment. “I… of course!” he said suddenly, acutely self-conscious that he might have come across as too eager. “I mean, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble. If you’d like, I could go out and get some things for dinner… and I imagine there’s some things at your old place you may want, I could always go back and get those for you.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ll have to excuse me; I’m talking ahead of my manners. If you would like me to stay, you need only ask. I seem to have forgotten a housewarming gift.”
Years later, as the first winter fell when he fought in the Great War, he soon would discover that winter was a frigid, wet, and miserable existence that claimed lives like a great reaper, descending upon the trenches and taking those too weak to resist its bite. Come his 19th birthday on January 14th, 1917, he prayed for death that never came. By February, he thought he would never feel warm again.
And so, as Shay and Vera left the Tawdy and the winter storms began to coat the streets, Shay was tense and careful in his drive. He did not wish to get in an accident, for starters, and the deceptively harmless-looking snow was a grim reminder of all too much death. His throat was tight; he needed a damn drink. By the time he rolled to a stop and turned off the car, he let out a relieved sigh. It was not an experience he cared to go out into again right away.
As he moved to open the door for Vera, he was stricken by how well-off the neighbourhood was, the affluence seeming to belong more to theater stars and singers than to people of their stature who struggled to make ends meet. It seemed more like a high-end hotel than somewhere people lived, and as he escorted Vera through its pristine and spotless hallways, he felt nervous to touch anything, as if he’d somehow corrupt it all.
Shay certainly shared in Vera’s excitement when they reached the door that would make or break Vera’s impression of her new home. The door swung open, and Vera’s gasp was certainly an appropriate reaction. Shay let out a low whistle as he followed her inside, carefully removing the dress shoes that were still on his feet and leaving them on a shoe rack to the side of the door. He could scarcely believe his eyes; he knew, but never realized, people’s homes could be this nice. Electric lighting and fixtures.
Vera’s voice came from one of the side rooms Shay had yet to explore, he called back, “Absolutely stunning, I’m afraid of mucking anything up…” he was saying as Vera poked her head around the corner, suddenly asking if he wanted to stay the night. This caught him off guard, especially since he was not expecting to be sharing a roof with Vera again, especially so soon and off assignment. “I… of course!” he said suddenly, acutely self-conscious that he might have come across as too eager. “I mean, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble. If you’d like, I could go out and get some things for dinner… and I imagine there’s some things at your old place you may want, I could always go back and get those for you.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ll have to excuse me; I’m talking ahead of my manners. If you would like me to stay, you need only ask. I seem to have forgotten a housewarming gift.”
Descriptive with all the necessary fields to fill in, along with a comprehensive backstory. I know people like their character history to be revealed in game, so I have those players fill out a generic background (still of acceptable standards) as well as PMing the GMs the portion they want to keep concealed until later.
The main reason for this, other than promoting a consistent backstory that can be referenced (raise your hand if you'll remember your character's parents/ mentor's name and where they learned their minor skills without having something yo reference six months down the road), as well as serving as a platform where players lay out the groundwork of how their characters became the people they are and how they learned their skills.
I am a pretty lenient person for stretching believability as long as it's consistent and there's a logic to it. Tell me why and how your character is a miserable cold blooded murderer who knows advanced space magic and has the ability to entrall people by spitting on them in a way that sounds reasonable and makes sense, and I'll generally let you go with it so long as it's setting appropriate and you seem to have put a lot of thought into it.
The other big old reason I want a detailed character bio is to both provide a writing sample and to ensure you cannot pull a fast one and claim something about your character that was never discussed or approved. For instance, say we're doing a generic fantasy RP and your character suddenly has a pet dragon. I demand to know what the hell you're trying to pull, and then you say when your character was a child and his parents were killed, a dragon took him in and raised him. He also has dragon blood now and can live for ten thousand years.
See where it gets a bit shitty when people are coy about submitting a detailed bio? Look, I get it, it's a pain in the ass and I don't always like doing it either, but it's pretty much the only way you can stop players from pulling dumb shit from under you.
If the GMs don't know about a character's history or hidden skills or whatever, then the player can turn it around and say they were never told that it was unacceptable. You're putting out fires instead of preventing them.
The main reason for this, other than promoting a consistent backstory that can be referenced (raise your hand if you'll remember your character's parents/ mentor's name and where they learned their minor skills without having something yo reference six months down the road), as well as serving as a platform where players lay out the groundwork of how their characters became the people they are and how they learned their skills.
I am a pretty lenient person for stretching believability as long as it's consistent and there's a logic to it. Tell me why and how your character is a miserable cold blooded murderer who knows advanced space magic and has the ability to entrall people by spitting on them in a way that sounds reasonable and makes sense, and I'll generally let you go with it so long as it's setting appropriate and you seem to have put a lot of thought into it.
The other big old reason I want a detailed character bio is to both provide a writing sample and to ensure you cannot pull a fast one and claim something about your character that was never discussed or approved. For instance, say we're doing a generic fantasy RP and your character suddenly has a pet dragon. I demand to know what the hell you're trying to pull, and then you say when your character was a child and his parents were killed, a dragon took him in and raised him. He also has dragon blood now and can live for ten thousand years.
See where it gets a bit shitty when people are coy about submitting a detailed bio? Look, I get it, it's a pain in the ass and I don't always like doing it either, but it's pretty much the only way you can stop players from pulling dumb shit from under you.
If the GMs don't know about a character's history or hidden skills or whatever, then the player can turn it around and say they were never told that it was unacceptable. You're putting out fires instead of preventing them.
When two players have the spark to post far more quickly than the rest, they should use a collab.
And a good GM should make sure that the players don't outpace each other. For our own RPs we hold to a simple rule: RL first.
If it takes some players longer to write than others, then so be it.
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If it's just 2-3 players going in quick succession, turn it into a collab.
Honestly, if you're in Casual or Advanced, you should not be speed posting, period. Everyone should be given a chance to post, say by enforcing general posting rotations or giving them a chance to post when they say they're going to, for instance.
I actually quit roleplaying for years because the forum I was on turned into nothing but speed posting. Like others said, you can't keep up with dozens of posts a single night. Hell, most of us have lives.
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