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8 days ago
Current Lots of ideas, voices in your head? You may not be schizo, just need to find a plot and start writing.
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11 days ago
Movie Studios don't use AI to generate scripts because they're not copywritable. My writing is mine, not the world's to play with.
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11 days ago
I've no idea what is meant by everyone being a "southern cowboy".
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29 days ago
I like that the Amish gives their kids a chance to decide if they want to stay in their parent's religion.
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2 mos ago
"Badgers?" he said, sweating as he heard gun hammers being cocked unseen behind him. "We ain’t got no badgers. We don’t need no badgers. I don’t have to show you any stinkin' badgers!"
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I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.

Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.

Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"

Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.

Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.

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hopefully this will help inspire them...?



Is there a calendar? Or a list of kings?

@Rosellangel@Red Wizard

I don't know if this will help, but there's a lot of stuff that was falling. Including my iron coffer. Look out, below!
Cian eyed Gangraena curiously. It sounded female within, but the scent of her wasn't stirring her hunger. It carried a massive anchor and chain as if it was nothing but a toy, but prattled on, laughing. She might even be strong enough to carry her iron coffer with her inside, should it have come down like the woman's anchor.

Why did it not introduce itself? Was the armor a clue? She looked like a giant iron snapping turtle. Was she expected to know who she was? And why talk to her at all? Could they not see the brand her mistress burned into her chest? Yet she took no airs. A most unusual person. Possibly...a useful person?

The vampire bowed her head slightly, as if it was perfectly ordinary to greet visitors while standing half-naked on the edge of a river while bathing. Well, unusual for others. Mor did like to demonstrate the cleanliness of her... staff.

"Good woman, I am honored to make your acquaintance. I am Cian, a humble servant late of the House of Donovani. Until recently, I was a prisoner, so please accept my apologies for not knowing who you are, I am deeply ashamed of that."

The vampire pauses, her brow furling before finally shaking her head. "My apologies, again. I know not of these 'wardens' of which you speak. What are they? What do they ward? Why did that one command us? I fear I have no idea how long I've been...away."

"Miles McClelland," the officer said, giving him a glance before returning to the PADD in his hands. "Chief Engineer, assigned to the USS Tucker. You have immediate transit orders, report to Transporter Room three within thirty minutes."

"USS Tucker, transporter room three, thirty minutes," Miles repeated back with a nod, a Gaelic lilt to his voice. "Aye aye, sir."

Immediate transit orders meant Star Fleet Command already considered him late. He strode away, shaking his head. He as already older than most of them, gathering many a curious look by his classmates, and was leaned on in the engineering classes to demonstrate. Of course, Miles knew the other reason was the instructors hoped to catch him in a mistake, so they could point out the dangers of lax familiarity.

He smirked slightly. Any "lax familiarity" was beaten out of him by the CHENG of the USS Wolf, a Kremlin-class survey ship under Captain Schuster. No, Lee Killough had taught him well, including how to anticipate.

He pressed his thumb into the panel and heard the click of the locker door. Behind it, his travel bag was ready to go. Pulling it out, he headed towards the transporters.

@Beesechurger

Okay, I have a history created for Miles. It went a few places I didn't expect.
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5478362
Close to what @Xaltwind said is my vision. While it’s largely sandbox, bear in mind this is a worlds where the respective gods can -and will- intervene should there be a need. So there are ways different characters could meet and interact. Plus Otherworlders are more likely to have contact with said gods since they’re the reason said Otherworlders are here in the first place.


But are they all being reborn as babies? Might be some time until they're up for adventuring.

Also, not sure why the god is also bringing people over. Seemed to be a real "the gods help those who help themselves" type.
Perhaps this will help:

That Time I got Reincarnated as a Slime

The guy who he asked to "take care of his computer" is later seen throwing the plugged in desktop into a full bathtub.

The World's Finest Assassin gets Reincarnated in Another World as an Aristocrat

He's not the first one she's brought over, either. But the goal remains the same - they must kill the hero. So far, the others have been stalled or failed.

So I'm a Spider, so What? (spoilers)

After an explosion wipes out the entire classroom, most of her classmates wake up as the sons and daughters of nobles. But our title character Kumoko was reborn as a spider....

Admittedly, I've been watching a lot of isekai lately, with a couple I'm currently watching in my queue, so I'm already familiar with this trope. I was briefly involved in a reverse isekai where creatures from a fantasy world wind up in New York City and must come up with some sort of life.

Personally, the more successful roleplays I've been a member of here and elsewhere had some sort of goal. In some sandboxes, I had to provide that goal for myself and had other players join in. So, as a suggestion, one of the two gods in this world has some sort of goal, which on the surface feels reasonable. But the way they intend to implement that goal is against the beliefs of the other. Of course, there's no knowing who's right or wrong, here. (It may be both are right.)

And there's something preventing direct interference, so they are forced to recruit outsiders as their intermediaries.

But are the players going to start as babies, or are they taking over the recently deceased?

Just some thoughts.
@Xaltwind
Heya, is this still open? I wanna join your crew if possible.

I was thinking of a priest turned pirate who cons brings people to salvation, spread the word of the 'seagod' and relieves them the burden of their worldly possession.


I don't know for sure, but the Apply flag is still flying. Just make sure you read all the rules.

<Snipped quote by Expendable>

But Katelyn set the Diary down in front of Vilhelm, who took it, read it, then offered it to Jake at the end of my last post!


I have fixed the post to make it clearer.
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