I wasn't expecting so many half-humans here. Maybe we should get t-shirts?
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...what falls from the skies is not the rain...
STATUS: Lots of ideas, voices in your head? You may not be schizo, just need to find a plot and start writing. 8 days ago
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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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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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I've no idea what is meant by everyone being a "southern cowboy".
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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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"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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Bio
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.
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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Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]
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3 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sam spotted a light up ahead, then realized she'd been passing candle-stubs along the wall, like something had blown them out. Was that from her arrival? And with the light, came the ability to see something other than shades of grey....
...my skin is green...! she marvels, detachedly. It didn't feel real, somehow.
Up ahead, she could dimly hear voices, more a faint murmur. The tunnel would branch out, but there wasn't anyone in them, so she just moved towards them. Until it turned suddenly and she got the glimpse of a massive cave, lit by small fires and green creatures, like herself....
...Except they were wearing clothes, and she was most definitely naked.
"So," she sighs. "He really dropped me in it, didn't he?"
Sam sighs again, then starts moving back away until she found the first branch tunnel, and decided to follow it
...my skin is green...! she marvels, detachedly. It didn't feel real, somehow.
Up ahead, she could dimly hear voices, more a faint murmur. The tunnel would branch out, but there wasn't anyone in them, so she just moved towards them. Until it turned suddenly and she got the glimpse of a massive cave, lit by small fires and green creatures, like herself....
...Except they were wearing clothes, and she was most definitely naked.
"So," she sighs. "He really dropped me in it, didn't he?"
Sam sighs again, then starts moving back away until she found the first branch tunnel, and decided to follow it
I don't think anyone told Samantha about her status screen or how to open it.
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Lasers and the like are rare, and for the rich. You are not rich, yet.
Think what a criminal would carry.
Ah, a scrapper. Human only?
Okay, let's do this.
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Shattered Steel - A Real Robot Anime Inspired Mecha RPG in a multidimensional world
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3 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
<Snipped quote by Expendable>
Uhh... no? Did you read the lore?
Also, if you don't like it/want to embrace the setting and it's conventions, then don't join in with snarky, smart-ass comments, thanks. What exactly were you expecting? I've made it clear at every point that mecha anime like Gundam and Macross would be the major inspiration for the mecha aspect.
Sorry, I'm evaluating. In Macross, the mecha are so tall because the aliens they're fighting are that tall, too. 18-24' mecha are better off than 40' mecha, but still have pros and cons.
Sci-fi Slash & Rescue. Sounds fun. Conventional warfare - slug-firing weapons, grenades, technicals improvised fighting vehicles, that sort of thing? Or do we get lasers, plasma guns, tangler grenades, AI vehicles, contragrav bikes?
1-3 starter quests where they go in solo to complete the mission, like rescuing a kitten out of a tree. they command all the NPCs, and you'll go in after the write up to see how deep the crater was? Only afterward will they work together?
Could be fun.
Could be fun.
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3 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
So this is the 40' tall standing target kind of mecha. Hmm.
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3 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
"You did good," Ilyana said, giving the donkey a good rub down, when her stomach suddenly wobbles, burning and cramping. She leans forward, resting herself against the animal's side as she sucks in air, her forehead all sweaty, while her right hand fumbles with freeing the flask on her belt. It took a few moments, but it felt like ages before she could free it, unthreading the cap and let it dangle on its little chain as she surreptitiously took in a quick mouthful, then another.
She could feel the medicine trickling down her throat, then after a moment, the burning easing and her stomach relaxing. Ilyana used the edge of her hand to wipe her mouth before straightening, then glances about to see if anyone had noticed. Not that it mattered, the rumor was she was drinking. After all, she was a sailor and had small casks of rum on her cart. Not that it was anyone's business, but she could feel the self-righteous disapproval.
Screwing on the cap, she slipped the flask back in its usual place, then glaring around her, she walks to the back of the cart and squats down, checking the cart's axle and the nut holding the wheel in place. It seemed tight. Getting back up, she grabs the donkey's feedbag and fills it with a day's measure of grain, then slips it in place over the donkey's head so she could feed.
Ordinarily, she'd let it graze, but she didn't trust the grass here, the whole forest felt wrong. Ilyana goes to check the other wheel, then slips out the wooden blocks from under the canvas, slipping them into the corners so the cart wouldn't tip in the night. Assuming someone didn't yank them out again like they did a month ago, laughing as she yelled bloody murder at the top of her lungs as she got tipped out.
Clearly, she should have gone for a proper wagon, which seemed like a waste of space - until she joined the caravan. Without intending to, she glances over at Valdo's wagon - just as the white-haired half-elf climbed out. Feeling her face burning, the half-human girl turned abruptly away, pretending to check one of her tie-downs.
So what if he was one of the few half-humans in this carvan, why couldn't Ilyana stare? Like herself, he was scarred. Did he get his in battle, like most of her scars? She'd like to stay to listen to his stories, but she was... uncomfortable in crowds, ever since her crew marooned her. Besides, he might see her brand. The one marking her as a thief.
Best to keep her distance. Besides, almost everyone here thought she was a boy. Why would he be interested in another boy?
Her stomach wobbled.
She could feel the medicine trickling down her throat, then after a moment, the burning easing and her stomach relaxing. Ilyana used the edge of her hand to wipe her mouth before straightening, then glances about to see if anyone had noticed. Not that it mattered, the rumor was she was drinking. After all, she was a sailor and had small casks of rum on her cart. Not that it was anyone's business, but she could feel the self-righteous disapproval.
Screwing on the cap, she slipped the flask back in its usual place, then glaring around her, she walks to the back of the cart and squats down, checking the cart's axle and the nut holding the wheel in place. It seemed tight. Getting back up, she grabs the donkey's feedbag and fills it with a day's measure of grain, then slips it in place over the donkey's head so she could feed.
Ordinarily, she'd let it graze, but she didn't trust the grass here, the whole forest felt wrong. Ilyana goes to check the other wheel, then slips out the wooden blocks from under the canvas, slipping them into the corners so the cart wouldn't tip in the night. Assuming someone didn't yank them out again like they did a month ago, laughing as she yelled bloody murder at the top of her lungs as she got tipped out.
Clearly, she should have gone for a proper wagon, which seemed like a waste of space - until she joined the caravan. Without intending to, she glances over at Valdo's wagon - just as the white-haired half-elf climbed out. Feeling her face burning, the half-human girl turned abruptly away, pretending to check one of her tie-downs.
So what if he was one of the few half-humans in this carvan, why couldn't Ilyana stare? Like herself, he was scarred. Did he get his in battle, like most of her scars? She'd like to stay to listen to his stories, but she was... uncomfortable in crowds, ever since her crew marooned her. Besides, he might see her brand. The one marking her as a thief.
Best to keep her distance. Besides, almost everyone here thought she was a boy. Why would he be interested in another boy?
Her stomach wobbled.
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