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Current 10+ years of an RP idea, finally finished, on 10.10.2025. Goodnight Raven Squad, you were the best, wildest, most silly near future SOF RP that lived on the guild, and you got a worthy send off :)
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I've RP'd for the best part of over 15 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots. I've been more a GM lately than a player, and don't really lean into fandom- instead, exploring my own universes lifting themes from other source material.

My main interests are military-themed, near-future RPs, with a focus on technology. But I'm beginning to push what that RP idea looks like- taking inspiration from lots of media and focussing on the fun, indulgent side of RP, whilst also exploring the lows and emotional side.

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Raven Squad is a project over seven years in the making, and focusses on a class-based, eccentric yet half-grounded near future special forces team that acts as a response team where you can't send any special forces team in. It's incredibly dumb, incredibly loose, and yet, has delivered some of my favourite plot points in RPG. A brainless action flick a la John Wick and Kingsman meets a complex thriller with a fun left turn in it, Raven has been the culmination of over a decade of loving special forces RPG, gaming influences and other silliness in a package that has provided players with something quite different to a normal military themed RPG. While at an end, this is an RP that is a signature- it's silly as hell, takes itself barely seriously, and is what peak fun military RPG to me should be.

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Delta Hyper is a love letter to Wipeout, F1's Drive to Survive (Netflix) and contemporary Formula One, with influences from solarpunk, cyberpunk, transhumanism and other posthumanist concepts. An RP that follows pilots in their ups and downs, it's a story that hasn't got me playing an actual character, but framing the camera at each pilot (played by others), and presenting it as if it were a documentary. Lifting elements from TTRPG, this is a Racing RPG like no other and no parallel exists- using dice rolls and randomisation, with a stats-driven system to generate race results, rather than actually RPing the races, players experience the fast-paced, dynamic world of anti-gravity racing. This means that come Qualifying and Race, the results are genuinely a surprise to everyone- and based on decisions made through dilemmas and decisions made between races. Friendships, rivalry, the glamour and even a little political undertone play out in 2094, in a colourful, utopian future that focuses on the fight to take first place.

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Then there's Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex. First use of any set IP as a formal setting, this is an RP that offers a darker mirror to Raven Squad, focussing on the other side of the equation- unlikely heroes in an uncomfortable position. I don't normally do fantasy, but the world, the lore, the feeling of the characters and the ability to write a comedy just was too difficult to pass up. An RP that focuses on a group running away from a variety of threats as wanted mercenary wizards in the middle of a post-revolution, Eastern-Europe adjacent 1990s to present Polavia.

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Lastly, Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont. This is another IP-adjacent world, albeit drawing on a different setting and a new cast of superheroes. As my "first" proper superhero RP, this combines workplace comedy, a Storyteller-lite system and a fun, diverse, and large cast together in a dynamic, diverse setting.

I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy. I aim to clear posts within a week!

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Soundtrack: Night Tapes - Drifting







@RisingRobin

The mention of Mr Mephisto is a deep cut of lore, but we're here for it :)

How long until the RP gets underway? Very keen to get started, seems like we have a good crew to kick things off :)

@Thayr

Yep Myla definitely seems like the dark to Sophie's light! I think they'll be a really fun dynamic, there's so much they have in opposite, but also a lot of overlap.
@Sadu

Loving this char's vibe!

Classic "rainbow" versus "goth" energy.
Outro to Singapore


The commentary crew had little more to say, as Aurora wrapped things up, on the now deserted track, walking down the start-finish straight in her signature look, smell-o-vision (if it even existed) probably that of ozone and ethanol, looking to camera.

"Well, what a result for Paul Mulder, but there's still a long fight to go for the drivers and constructors championship in the next rounds. Join us in Argentina as we take a short few weeks away from racing but head towards a double header, where the championship battle will no doubt get more intense. Goodbye from us at Delta Hyper, and we'll see you very soon!" Aurora beamed, as the outro played.

Like that, the camera turning to the glistening lights of Singapore, the fighting amongst the ships, the blur of Paul on the podium top step, and the hit between Amy and Nora, started to play out what felt like a season that couldn't quite make its mind up on where the next twist in the round would come.




COMPOSITE /// CORDILLERA /// FLARE


Soundtrack: Floating Points- Falaise

The laying down of track, bit by bit. Metal being bonded by drones.

The sound of optimism. People moving about, engineers with machines, androids doing about 98% of the work, but a handful watching over them.

This is the construction of a racetrack.

The crackle-pop of rally cars in El Condor. The sound of a 5 cylinder Audi Quattro, morphing into Helena Starcross's violent, screaming 5-pot F1 car in Argentina, many, many decades back.

Dust, soil being pushed up. Setting up a new embankment, with repulsons being mounted in by a bunch of UAVs. And more sparks.

The roar of 90s F1 cars. Appearing in the sparks, in the metal, in the reflection back, visible.

And then, the screaming whine of an AG ship. The scream of the crowd. The sparks pitching into an Argentinian fan's face, painted white and blue, blue, red and white, yellow, red, and gently turning into a blur almost rainbow like, into the hull of the Carrera Condor ship. And the sound of chanting.

Almost animalistic.

The tattoo of a ship on a Chilean's chest, the shirts sold by Bea Ward, Carrera merch aplenty, drowning out the Silver Apex, and then other Southern Cross merch memorabilia that followed in popularity behind it.

Flares. Pyro. Chanting. Yelling. Crowds.

The slow-mo shot of an entire company's worth it felt like, of fans refusing to shut up.

And the scream of speed coming back, as the weld finished, revealing Buenos Aires Autodromo, made anew for AG.




Sitting there in the sofa, background behind, Peter Thatcher had many things to think about to Aurora's question.

"Did it go the way I thought it would? I mean, you tell me. A late swing at things." Peter replied, hearing that direct question.

"Pressure is still on. Nora responded far better than anyone we thought could. And well, we're still in the constructors lead." Owen felt like he had little to add from his last time, but the point felt valid.

"We're still waiting to see how our improvements put us back. Signs are promising. We just have to keep up the pace." Jinwoo coldly stated, quite the opposite to that of Sally Morrigan of NOVA, who was no doubt, feeling that pressure to deliver after the old Fitzroy resurgence that had begun a few races back.

"No miracles. But things don't happen fast, well, relatively in AG, not when everyone's going 600kph and what seems quick to us, it slow to you. It's all about putting something in place. Then unwinding when we can." The smile from the green and yellow-liveried team boss was a candid one, contrasted by that of Ricky Millar, of MMR fame.

"It's bit a sh*tshow." And he laughed, shaking his head, knowing all swirling rumours continued in how his star pilot would be replaced next year.




DELTΔ HYPER


Episode Fourteen: The Tango Swing





Round 14 of Formula AG
Friday 29th September, 2094
Practice Day
Autodromo Buenos Aires, Argentina
Argentine AGP
1100 UTC-3


Wrong Way Up


Once again, the format had been changed a little bit.

The sofa sat on the circuit, it seemed at a completely normal angle. You know, the horizon seemed level, the track behind it in metal, the highly advanced skyline of Buenos Aires in the background.

And then, as if to piss people off, the camera suddenly tilted. Revealing the skyscrapers were the wrong way up.

The entire thing was upside down, on one of the more weird points. With MAG tracking, ships were the thing that would have to cling to this, but with the right footwear, you could walk upside down.

Now, having blood pumping into your head was not ideal, so a pilot suit would do to keep the blood from falling into a pilot's brain like a bottle of upturned Coke.

And a hologram of Aurora beamed out, as each of the pilots from Delta Hyper took a seat, confusingly, upside down, a seatbelt handy. Without an augmented body, this wasn't really possible, so this mindfuck of a stunt for an interview wouldn't last long at all.

"Bea, we're at the home of Carrera Condor! What a turnaround it has been for your team, and from your comments, it sounds like you're taking things stuff upside down. How have you engaged with the fans locally, given we've seen so much of your #FansFirst intiative? Anything to say to the fans, in Espanol?"

Paul was next up.

"Paul, welcome to the southern hemisphere, so to return, we put the sofa the way you might see it from Belgium! With the Junior FIAR grid not often going to circuits with the extreme amounts of inversion and MAG tracking as the cutting edge Buenos Aires circuit, what do you think you can do with a ship that so far this year, seems to be a cut above in handling?"

And lastly, Kais.

"Kais, welcome to the upside down sofa! We're back in the southern hemisphere, how would you say you're helping Hamid get used to the pressures of the seat?




La París de Sudamérica




The teams had probably had to be careful. Buenos Aires, and Sao Paolo in particular, were not the other parts of the grid that the teams maybe were used to. Even Cape Town, once one of the most dangerous cities on the planet, had been tamed, but in South America, the passion seemed unfazed. It felt like it was just insanely built up in the city centre into blocks and towers, densely populated with those who hadn't worked in the mines, staying in they grey, underground economy. From augments to other less-legal aspects, Buenos Aires felt actually cool, it didn't feel like the "man" in Singapore with perfection, nor even a vision of equitable utopia in New Hilo.

The nickname of "Paris of South America" was true, given the gloriously extravagant Colonial-era buildings, but skyscrapers, blocks and dense complexes overruled what once a sprawling metropolis into tens of millions of people living however best they could.

It just felt punkish, rogue, more cyber than solar. Dirtier, with higher highs, and much lower lows. Poverty might have been eliminated, but it still felt like someone hadn't checked on the divide here. And fans of any sport, football, pelota, padel, rugby, yet especially now, Formula AG, were wild for it.

Wild was an understatement. Religious, maybe.

Argentina, the mocking joke of economics was still not exactly the wealthiest place on earth, but rare earths, minerals companies and new models of doing business that weren't Peronism or insane shock capitalism had actually managed to turn the script about. As climate change ravaged the equatorial regions, Argentina took on refugees, and they brought stories, ideas and another layer to what was already the rich tapestry of Argentine history. Buenos Aires, as such, didn't feel safe, but in it, felt like you could find every single microcosm of South America in a tapestry that no pilot would probably dare venture into. Too much of a security risk after all, unless someone was unhinged enough to go beyond the security perimeter and into a city fanzone, rather than the circuit's massive one.

So back at the circuit, they were all getting ready, and practice would be on the cards soon. Final checks, tweaks, and a feel for thing.

In the Valkyrie pit, Dorian had started tweaking away, the MAG-tracking making most ELS deployment areas absolutely wild. A physically taxing race, he checked through his vitals and circulation data, before nodding, helmet on, and getting ready to clamber in and run a lap. The feeling was one of tension, because Dorian knew while this was his final year, there was still something to deliver. Get over the line, and find a result, right in the heart of Carrera's homeland.

And in the Carrera pit, Ava grit her teeth when she looked across at Bea chatting with Alistair, before returning to her own setup with Rey. They weren't talking. But they had to put on a brave face. Leon hadn't denied the two were getting more and more racy, and her loving fans were absolutely lapping it up. So she had to make a point. Prove why she was in that second seat. And wipe that smile from that Spanish fuck's face and remind him, and anyone else on the grid why she was where she was.
@RisingRobin

I think that was the impression I got! The feeling is of a modern-day equivalent world, but weirdly, SDN use 1980s era gear, but also, tablets. Sort of a weird retrofuturism going on but I like it, gives the world a feeling that it's 10 years in the future yet 40 years back :D generally it feels open ended, so I didn't want to give my two char too much in what they were up to on their end in the UK.
Day 2: 00:31:21
Grestin Monastery,
Somewhere overlooking the the village of Pristupin,
Libor Province,
Republic of Polavia




Oksana scowled when Borys covered the muzzle, all circumstances that she blew his hand off vanishing with the thought that she should be more responsible. His sick stank a little, but, could be worse. Realising the mindfuck was likely new to him, so probably going easy on it was best. He was drunk, but he wasn't entirely a moron.

But on Prigo, he was right. The man deserved to die falling through a rural toilet into a cesspit, she thought to herself.

Lovely.

The situation had changed, as Oksana, the team, and the tension built.

Then Borys stood up and drunkenly started slurring and running.
"Nice one." Oksana saw clearly when he couldn't, the chaos of Borys blending perfectly with the precision of being able to see exactly where to put her bullets, and on that note, execute.

Meanwhile, Felix glanced to Silas, hearing his mumble, addressing it anyway.
"Eh. I've been chewed out worse." He crackled the smallest of jokes that fit inbetween the chaos that was about to erupt, looking to Rowan, and proceeded to watch Rowan go absolutely fucking mad.

The PSA militants yelled out, trying to turn on her but already, Roxie had sniped the one that was left of the group she hadn't straight up merked, Felix clattering the group further down the hill, deciding against the 870 for now. Rowan was going wild, understandably so, like weeks of rage were just pouring out.
"Silas, keep her covered, I'll pin their side! No fucking chance I'm eating them alive after Babushka's food!" Felix called out, moving along the wall, bullets lashing out as an LMG erupted, the RPK staring to pick apart their position.

Felix moved fast, slotting two men with clean headshots as Roxie clapped two from her end, his rifle spitting out big caliber rounds into skull after skull. The bullets rang out as Felix kept in cover, bullets sending bricks and masonry dust everywhere.

"Right, I've got one last trick up my sleeve. Don't follow my Copy Cat!" Felix called out in comms, looking to the other group, Roxie wondering what exactly that meant.

With it, it looked like Felix seemed to leap the wall, and run straight towards enemy fire, past Rowan, the illusion shattering as bullets flew, Felix using the muzzle flash in the dark to clatter one of the men, Okasna picking up the others.

The gunfire died down a bit, as one more hostile was clattered by the last round in Roxie's mag, a smooth effort that blew his brains across a tree.

"Everyone breathing?" Felix asked, looking around as he dumped the mag into his vest and slid a new one in, patting himself down, looking to Borys, stumbling.

"Silas, you might want to hit Borys. He's resistant to bullets, but not to...." Felix began, as Oksana called out another fireteam of reinforcements coming through and bullets forced them to scatter.

"More on the other side of the rocks!" Gunfire rang out as Felix dragged Rowan by her vest into cover behind a particularly large tree, Oksana switching to her Vityaz as one of the men actually stood on her, the round going through his groin and out of his head as she lept up and shoved him away, the moss-like bush trying to avoid getting crossfired upon. Felix took out one of the men at Oksana's flank, covering Borys who would have been very exposed. And now in need of more impact from Silas. He was taking bullets, plenty more accurate than he would have expected.

The effort to repel the fireteam was good, but it wasn't enough to stop one of the SA soldiers taking a flare gun, and pointing it at the sky, after a radio callout. In a pain that felt hopeless to stop, Oksana just couldn't have got their in time to shoot it out of his hand. The flare got launched, but instead of going into the sky and illuminating the dark forest like a Christmas decoration.....it got caught in the branches of a relatively tall pine tree, and immediately, caught light.

Polavian flares really did burn well, huh.

And now it wasn't so much an alert, but a forest fire.

Oksana had already seen it happen, the angle, the point of it was never going to clear, but in the gunfire, namely, the last round she sent through the skull of one of the militant who fired the flare from her 9mm SMG, this was not exactly it. The flaming treetop did enough to bring a hurl of gunfire in from the village, the flare and the radio call out enough to identify Rowan as there, and not in the village itself.

And within a short period of time, they had gone from a firefight, to a.....fire-fight?

"Bastard! Okay, we definitely can't hang around. Rowan, you probably saved that entire village, but fuck me, we really need to talk when we're done with this! We need to head north east, head for the rail line, and fucking hope we can get some distance in! Everyone, move, move, move!" Felix exasperated, new magazine in, Borys smacked into a mixture of sobriety and health (and maybe another bottle), and Oksana having reloaded all her kit, picking up pace past the defilade and on the other side of what was now a rapidly growing fire in the pines, and gunfire flying towards them.

The team were breaking into a run- because fighting back seemed like a shitty idea with just how much attention they were getting. The DSR team had broken off given the gunfire noise seemed to stop sounding like DSR-grade rounds. More gunfire slapped into the trees, as it turns out, that flare that set one tree on fire had decided to now set multiple. It was interference. A nice ability to put trees and fire between them, but also, light that cast onto them.

"More of them coming in from our three o'clock!" Oksana called out, seeing a pair of mercs forming up, moving on a ridgeline, the two that moved in getting clattered by Felix, as he knelt and put rounds into them, before breaking back into a combat run.

"Clear! Keep fucking moving!" Felix barked back, as the sound of a heavy machine gun could be heard clattering into trees. They were idiots, but putting on fear. The team were now running and gunning. Through the moss that had previously given them shelter, between the large pine trees that now decided to burn behind them, slow but inconvenient in every way.

"Can't you lion out and get fed?" Oksana barbed, the sound of vehicles and lights breaking in the sides, giving them a tunnel to break through.

"Your babushka fed us full, no chance! I can barely run as is!" Felix called, clambering up and over a ditch, trying to think that move but nothing happening. He wasn't going lion now, but his hearing was at least astute enough, as he passed a hand to Rowan, who stayed with him, pulling her through, Oksana leaping across before looking back to Rowan and offering a hand, then seeing Borys, of whom had taken shorter steps. Realising she probably shouldn't have gone this far ahead without checking on him.

"Ah." Oksana realised, as more bullets flew, and Felix ran back, stopping him from running and using his height to clear it easily back again. And like nothing, simply throwing him across the waterlogged ditch, like the dwarf that he was, into Oksana.

It was clumsy, but they all picked up the gauntlet and ran.

The team were in varying states of sprint, the cracks of gunfire making the wood feel like a version of hell, rather than a safe retreat. SA were not giving up. They were going to burn this place, and them to the ground if they got even a body of Rowan to revive.

More gunfire was pouring in as they started to approach the far end of the wood, towards a small clearing before the woods continued again down to the trainyard lit up in the distance.
"Hostiles front, boss, we can't go around!" Oksana called into comms, as the squad ahead called it in, the 12.7mm rounds blasting from their DShK armed UAZ into the trees all over, and Felix inclined to agree that indeed, they were pinned. They had to confront a squad at least, and an idea formed in his mind.

"Borys, Keodis, put down some suppressing fire, Silas, Rowan, get on the flank, see if you can. We might want to scavenge that vehicle if we're getting a train!"

"Fuck me, my vision is all spent! You need to stop the big gun shooting, it's like a fucking rave!" Oksana was honest, her voice in full pant.

"Alright, we'll drag his attention, get ready!" And with it, the team had some objectives, the slight slope down towards the rail-line in the distance. Oksana cursed, moving from tree to tree before diving down, exhaling hard, her accuracy all over the place from sprinting, calming herself down.

You can do this, she told herself.

Felix didn't have the same thoughts, taking direct fire in the rocks he was pinned behind, spraying bullets blind over, down to much fewer mags than he would like. He leaned out from the side, aiming down the holographic, the lion inside still not wanting to come out of its hide. So 7.62mm it was for now, as he picked off one of the squad, with a scatter of rounds to the torso, before clambering back in cover, the .50 aimed at him for now, giving Borys a chance to spray out any of the other hostiles around the UAZ and catch their attention, while Silas and Rowan could get in closer, and use their shotguns to make a royal mess. Oksana would cap off the move, and once she had her breath, and her sense of seering back, she could wipe the gunner out. The ratios were still poor, but one way or another, they'd make this work.
@Auragreedia

Aww thank you! Sophie is a love letter to Blazer, and of all people, Cole from Infamous as well as various others. Electricity is fun because you can scale it from "a bit of a buzz" to "casting massive bolts of lightening that are storm-sized" and within it, I definitely wanted her to be able to fly. I don't write superheroes at all (the closest I have being TBW: Hex which I'm running) and my view is that with a ton of potential power, comes a ton of potential issues in many, many different ways. She has a very "idealistic" view of being a superhero in LA, which I think will change fast.

Rather than James, who is much more cynical about it and who as a character, is much more "vague" because I wanted to play on the comedy of consultants in workplaces doing the same job as others but always being a bit "mysterious" (not because they're some super villainous person, but because they just are!)
@RisingRobin

Hope you're on the mend and all is well!

I hope they can do karaoke good
@Thayr

Then you have an ambitious hero with electricity with a former villain with a big magnet, it's light and dark almost! Shenanigans will ensue because electromagnetism is absolutely gonna cause some mayhem! :D
@Thayr

Still could! Sounds like a perfect pairing, maybe just less electric projection, maybe more magnet fuckery!
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