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6 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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8 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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9 days ago
I've no idea what is meant by everyone being a "southern cowboy".
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26 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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Slay & Rescue - Cancelled



The Kingdom of Khiral, noticing how across the twelve kingdoms various highborn daughters are in a near constant need of rescue from the sacrificial altars of dark cultists and warlocks, prowling bandits, towers, spells, dragons, creatures bespelled for their rudeness to visitors and wicked step-mothers, has hatched a plan.

To wit, they would send their prince out to rescue them, thereby generating good press and elevating their own kingdom's standing.

That was, alas, until the prince tried to infiltrate a witch's tower to steal back a Mythical Artifact™ No. 9 (manufactured under royal license by the Mythical Artifact company of Khiral) only to get caught in the act. The witch turned him into a frog and released him into the swamp until the spell is released via a kiss.

Village girls, be warned! The witch uses the same spell on door-to-door salesmen and tax collectors, your odds of kissing a frog and getting yourself a prince are low.

Well, eventually the prince will show up - but until then, there's an opening or two.

Applicants must be in their late teens to early twenties, unmarried, of good family, good moral character, a thirst to prove themselves, willing to work with a team (maybe sending the prince out by themselves wasn't so good an idea), and have their own mounts, weapons, and at least one companion/squire.

An Equal Opportunity Employer.

Older, more experienced applicants with battle scars, knowing smirks, and an army of harden warriors at their back need not apply.




This is intended to be a light-hearted swords and sorcery game with the usual fantasy elements and perhaps a dash of slapstick. Think Robin Hood: Men in Tights, Discworld, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, The Princess Bride.
"Yeah," Mags sighs. "They are. What's this?"

She unfolds the pamphlet and reads through it. Definitely cult ideas.

"Hey, excuse me," she starts asking people at random, "How do you get ahold of staff? I've just arrived and I've got questions!"

Surely someone changed their sheets. Or maybe they weren't allowed wherever they kept the washing machines. Or were they supposed to use magic for that?

"Let's go check out the cafeteria," she says to Ruth. "Staff'll have to show up to eat."

"Hey, whatsup?" Gary asked Mags "Want to play some ping pong with us? There's a lounge in there." He said, pointing towards the glass door to the lounge.

Mags turns and stares intently at Gary for a long moment, then shakes her head. "Sorry, too many questions in my head right now, like where to find a replacement mattress, cleaning supplies, and fresh bedding, it's one of the perils of being a sergeant. But this is our new roommate, Ruth. She's a student here, too. Ruth, this is..."

She frowns, shaking her head, "I'm sorry, I know you were on the helicopter, but I don't know anyone's names. I'm Magdalene Vulpe, but everyone just calls me 'Mags'."
Had an idea of bringing in a vampire who's been living in a mansion at the edge of town for centuries. Drives an old van painted up to look like the Mystery Machine. Old school doctor, back when you learned medicine by apprenticeship.

He was banished centuries ago, long before the first colonies.
"First it says we can't go into town, now we're limited to where we can go in the dorms as well?" Mags scowls, following Ruth out the door. "Should I be worried nobody mentioned we can use the bathroom?"

There were more people in the hallway now, which made her quirk her eyebrow, especially in the lobby. A couple of the guys who rode in the copter was here, looking a little lost and curious, themselves. She gave them a quick nod, then decided to cross over to the front desk.

"Hello?" she called out, hoping someone who worked for the school would appear behind the desk, then eyed the phone on the desk. With a shrug, she picks up the handset and listens for a dial tone, then tries calling "Oh for the Operator".
sorry, planning out a post
Is this open to new players?


Yes, the OP posted that in the Interest Check.
@Expendable Ruth paused, looked at the bunk bed, then back at Mags.

"Uh, I think it's pretty heavily implied the beds are being provided. Like...if it's our dorm room, sleeping on the beds is a given."

She walked over to the bed that looked like it had been slashed.

"We should make sure to lock the door though."


"The door is a physical part of the room," Mags agrees with a sigh. "But these rules are weird. It's like they're trying to trick us into breaking them so they don't have to honor their contract. Rule seven basically says we can't imply an instructor wanting to take us off campus has permission to do so - we, the students, have to check and make sure."

The ex-sergeant shakes her head, her brow furling as she frowns. "But why is that? We're on an isolated island just off of Alaska - that town below is probably full of employees and their families, who else would want to live here? And where are the mercenaries sleeping? Here in the dorms with us? Or down in town?"

And why were there mercinaries here? she wondered. Are there pirate raids or something?

"Anyway," Mags says, heading towards the door. "I'm going to go find someone to ask and make sure we can use these beds, maybe get a new mattress since that one's ripped. It'll give me a chance to explore."

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