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9 mos ago
Current I'm tempted to say "I've lost better friends than you" to a lote of people lately. I'm not sure what I ever want to say to the better friends that I've lost, though.
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Twelve years ago, I said something on this website that continues to embarrassing me to this day. I was a stupid kid, like most, but I've never quite gotten the taste out of my mouth. Anyone who knew me at the time can tell you about it.

I love this website. I'm pretty sure my phylactery is stored wherever the webserver is and a significant chunk of me will just disappear when it ceases operation. Until then, it comforts me. I should go to the hardware store and paint my bedroom walls with the same soft, brownish grey that the background color has been for the last twelve years. Some of my friends can't wait for the site to go offline but I don't know of any other places that offer the same sense of community.

I'm an omni-gamer. I like board games, tabletop roleplaying games, admire tabletop war games, suck at riddles, and have an absurd library of video games. Survival horror is basically my favorite genre. Otherwise I'm a fan of esoteric, occult bullshit and punk rock. But disco's cool. Disco is what humanity sounds like when it chooses to be happy. Between you and I, I'd like to hope that the days of my life can sparkle like a disco ball, accreting like sparks from a grinder held up against the unwavering dark of deaths own shadow. Burn baby burn.

You and I, we're gonna die. We should be friends first, though. Write some checks we can't cash and make eachother smile. Make believe for a while.

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8/10; It's nice enjoyable fun, I'll throw it into my mix.

These guys are largely unknown, but include a member of the relatively prominent but short lived pop punk band Autopilot Off and something else I cannot remember. If you like it, force it into other people and spread the word. They're called Dead Ahead.

I used to try to write long posts every time, but I'd never managed to get through an arc that way. You old timers make it look easy. So lately I'm trying to just drop a scene at a time.
Anyone here read Valiant? I think I'm gonna start.

The Time to Act Has Always Been Now // Part 03


Gala Park, Appleton City

The warm, sweet music of whistling lips saturated the park. Pleasant sunshine and the cheerful hymns of the birds lifted the spirits of everyone present, except for Mike. His doctor recommended that he have a certain amount of exercise, a total that he'd been dragging behind for days. So today he'd decided to make up for his mounting deficiencies.

His heart was thumping like a drum kit that someone gave a seven year old for his birthday. Messy and irritating. Draining. And good Lord, his lungs were tired. They felt like deflated balloons. He wished it didn't feel like an air hose had been snaked down his throat.

He passed by a bench, and caught sight of a familiar face. A dreadfully familiar face indeed.

"Gaugh!"

The sight of Mr Matt Dallas' face was half rotten and covered in a thin, sticky looking blood patch. One eyelid was hanging on by a thread of tissue. Despite this appearance, he cocked his head to the side and grinned.

"What are you--! How the-- H E L P!!!"

A few other park goers rapidly came to his aid, elbows out and eyes open. But they quickly wrote it off before smiling at the man on the bench and giving Mike a dismissive eye roll. They walked off and left Dave standing there like an idiot. Paralyzed by some combination of fear, confusion, and embarrassment, Dave could hardly move a muscle.

"Hey Dave. How's it going?"

No response.

"Well, since you asked, I'm not doing too bad myself," he smiled with a mouth absent of teeth. "The wife, the kids, the whole nine yards and then some. That's that," he dropped the smile before the bones of his face redefined themselves and his flesh flapped about before tightening up, like the sheets of a freshly made bed. "So business: Two thousand dollars, not a lot to ask and for such a simple task, it should've been a snap. I get it. You didn't change your mind, the car accident did and you lost your grudge. But a deal is a deal."

He reached out his hand for the still standing man to hold. Mike grabbed hold. And the stranger pulled him in.

"I want my money, Mike. And I am going to get it out of you one way or another. Perk up now, this way doesn't actually involve you losing anything except possibly a few teeth. So you're coming with me."
Random question, does anyone here listen to specific music when you're writing? For me, if there's a particular mood I'm aiming for in an IC post I'll quite often write with an appropriate bit of soundtrack playing. Anyone else do anything similar?


In short, yes. I always listen to music. But the music I listen to depends on what I'm writing. When I wrote a confrontation between Daredevil and Bullseye I was jamming to some Breaking Benjamin and Autopilot Off. I try to keep a soundtrack for each character, though honestly I haven't developed a good one for Hourman. I had a killer Batman writing playlist though. I got the idea from the Hype RPGs Official Soundtrack Thread.

#HypeReferences @Eddie Brock@Gowi
His username isn't Modern Man it's Morden Man.
Who do you guys think is the best choice to succeed the Batman in a Knightfall/Final Crisis style scenario in this game, where the Batman is deceased or otherwise pacified? I think a good exercise is to imagine some possibilities to encourage creativity and analysis. Feel free to counter my ideas.

Matt Murdock already holds a lot of resemblance to the Dark Knight. Territorialism, tragedy, ninjustsu, brooding, and a slew of psychologically warped opponents. His ability to echolocate makes him a standout choice for a successor to the Batman, though. Imagine a Batman with the actual abilities of a bat. Daredevil taking an upgrade with the wingsuits might even improve his mobility.
Hi @Ruby. I have a present for you.
Eh, fine
A short NR post is better than no NR post, I hope.
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