Any objections to a rogue half elf, sailor (pirate)?
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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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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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What's the average lifespan of elves and dwarves?
Sounds fun, I can feel the hooks forming.
Perhaps a once-thriving port that used to serve the empire, with caravans that would travel from the port through a mountain pass to reach the capital - until the empire conquered a kingdom with a closer port. Shipments have dried up, merchants abandoned their estates in the port for better climates, this is now the seedy end of the empire, with a governor some bloated baron who spends a lot of his time complaining how he wishes he was somewhere else.
Well, just a thought.
Well, just a thought.
Color me interested.
Sadly, so few video games.
More "Show" than "Tell."
I've played mute characters before, it wouldn't be much of a stretch and little fear of telepaths.
I've played mute characters before, it wouldn't be much of a stretch and little fear of telepaths.
It's been a while since I watched that. Still, it should be interesting.
A breeze flitted its way through the alley, rank with the smell of rotting garbage and urine, making her skin break out in goosebumps. It did little to stir the fog around her ankles, hiding the surface. Nor did the boots she wore keep her feet warm, but if that was induction through the sole or radiation to the fog, she couldn't say.
"Now," Rho said quietly through the encrypted channel as a graphic appeared in front of her eyes, "We can go in through here, or come down through the ceiling..."
"That's a trap," Niner replied.
"What do you mean it's a trap?" Rho frowned. "What do you see?"
Niner glanced at Rho, but a noise came from the building visible just beyond, just as they heard steps coming rapidly towards the alley.
They both stepped back, taking cover, as someone came into the alley and tripped, splashing face first in the fetid pools and small mammals darting away. What did Rho call them? Rats?
"Drone," warned Niner, glancing up. Instinctively, she reached out with the collar to seize control of the drone....
"Now," Rho said quietly through the encrypted channel as a graphic appeared in front of her eyes, "We can go in through here, or come down through the ceiling..."
"That's a trap," Niner replied.
"What do you mean it's a trap?" Rho frowned. "What do you see?"
Niner glanced at Rho, but a noise came from the building visible just beyond, just as they heard steps coming rapidly towards the alley.
They both stepped back, taking cover, as someone came into the alley and tripped, splashing face first in the fetid pools and small mammals darting away. What did Rho call them? Rats?
"Drone," warned Niner, glancing up. Instinctively, she reached out with the collar to seize control of the drone....
Jase the Assassin (Mosslit Crew)
??? — ??? Forest
"What fresh hell is this?" Jase demanded in a whisper, loathed to wake the griffon now curled up in the cavern where the chest was. This blade he carried was practically useless against the creatures of this place. So why did he have it? What this some sort of game, meant to entertain whatever brought them here? Why not give him guns? Better yet, why stick him out here in the wilderness, instead of some city?
"Status," he said quietly, backing away from the cavern towards the entrance. The way out seemed narrow, was there another exit?
There it was, the private messaging tool. If only this thing had a map.
'Nyana,' he typed in. 'what is your situation?'
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