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What caused the lack of interest in the prior attempts?

The lack of overall focus. You have it down in the third question so I'm fetching a guess you already knew. The main trouble I see is often people go off and do their own thing. Write some fantastic stories, but end up excluding several interested parties.

Did a lack of a true multiverse setting, which is unrestrained by the contradictory limiting factors of crapton and importantnobody's kill interest?

I wasn't around for this period. I could only speak for Rilla's attempt cause I was accepting characters at that time. And took over briefly before giving up as well. In which case it wasn't truly a multiverse setting either, but then again people seemed to flinch when characters started getting powerful enough to manipulate the energies of suns and entire worlds. The community here seems more comfortable with T5 and T6 on the AnimeLeague scale so I don't think a true multiverse setting would be adapted particularly well here.

Did the lack of overall focus kill interest?

Yes. That and previous attempts were too GM oriented. When the GMs get burned out or lose interests things grind to a halt until someone takes over.

If you have an idea or want to comment please feel free. I am trying to gauge interest.

New attempts should be made more robust by including some community feature that allows everyone to participate in all ideas in the multiverse without being overly restrictive in a wall of text. Rules are needed, but keep them simple so an elementary kid can understand them. As for enforcing these rules, talking it out with the person usually works. Reporting harassment if they persist on breaking the rules works also.
After calming down, Sophia began to notice that the place she had arrived in was truly immense. The cogwheels, the springs, the levies, and the mechanisms stretched far into the horizon. In fact, it did not matter whether she looked straight, up, or down. There was always a large rotating machine behind some wires behind even more machinery that went off to infinity. It was on this thought, after redressing her hair, and straightening her clothes, that a quiet thud could be heard on the cogwheel behind her. It was a man, looking out of place, wearing metal pauldrons, a black tanktop, jeans, and gloves. He did not appear to take notice of Sophia, though the girl thought it weird since her hair radiated out like a blue beacon of light. She clicked her fingers to enwrap herself in a bubble of her invisible wave before calling out to the man.

“Yo! Whatchu doing here?”
Heyo. Just letting you know I haven't forgotten about this. Just having a writer's block. Rereading some of my older posts on Sophia to try to get back in the groove.
Hard to describe. Putrid. On the weird odd level of rotten eggs, but slightly different? Even worse if the eggplant is rotten and burnt.
You know as I posted my post. I realized that maybe Xavier is standing on the middle cog, which the cog we are suppose to fight on. I thought he wasn't because he simply said the nearest cog he saw through the door, but of course this is open to interpretation. In which case, one of us has to move. Please confirm suspicions.
Sophia was never the type of girl to go on an adventure. She used to be quiet. Reserved. Restrained. The kind of girl more suited to some religious venue in an unremarkable part of the world. In a parallel world maybe she was, but in this dimension the worst possible situation had happened. She was being chased, and she was being chased by an ugly huge ass snake. It was something of a freak accident as she burst into the tower through a bubble of space and time. Kaboom! Chu! Chu! Whizzing through the air on top of her guitar, shooting lasers through her eye glasses.

It was a horrible, horrendous tragedy as the snake would not die! Instead, like some vengeance smitten spirit, it kept moving and spewing guts everywhere! If she got too close it would most likely expire in an explosion of blood. Yes! Blood! On her undeniably awesome looking school uniform, neon blue hair, and stylish headphones. What kind of terrible satanic power compelled this freak of nature to keep on moving? Why couldn’t it you know run as far away in the opposite direction?

It’s like pulling out a gun in a knife fight and the man still barrels towards you. Pow. Pow. Pow. What? You think this gun is fake? You think you aren’t dying? Yes, this cool girl may be tiny and small, but she is kicking your ass snake! Run away! Please! But no! Instead of running away this thing decided to spit freaken acid everywhere through some guttural cord hidden in whatever was left of its throat, melting everything around it in a muddled putrid goop that smelled horrifically of burnt eggplant.

Eventually, skipping the large bits where she cleverly trapped it between two cogs and had it bite its own face, this cool girl chopped its head off. Yes, chopped its mountainous repulsive head clean off with a toothpick of a katana not one hundredth of its size. That was how awesome this girl was. She also poked its heart, lungs, liver, and all the other vital organs that had not been blasted into scolding bits by her eye lasers to make sure the deed was doubly done. A huge river of blood then poured out of the things headless body, causing her to scream and run away to a safe distance on the massive cog she and the very dead snake carcass were on.

“Whew,” she exclaimed, relieved that none of her clothes got dirty. It took her five hours to prepare herself for the world. What kind of sick mind wants her to go through all that again! And then it was at this time, Sophia realized she was no longer in a jungle. Not surprisingly, she got very confused. She even had to pull out her mirror to make sure she hadn’t somehow been dreaming this up. No, she was still wearing the same clothes, had her backpack, and there were some marks on her cheek from when she messed up her lipstick.

No. Not dreaming. Which means… No clue what happened! Where is she?! Freak mode initiate. Breakdown commence. Some evil genius must have trapped her in some insane experiment. Or maybe she had drank too much of that weird juice she found in the jungle. Drugs! Is it drugs? What happened! She paced around in circles, out of her mind, looking at the large cog beneath her feet, then at the gray wisps of space-time floating about, then at the ceiling which was full of gears behind gears behind gears. It made no sense!

She never saw any of this stuff until today. Obviously, not cool! And when it couldn’t get any worse the snake exploded. Yes, exploded. Its body bloated up suddenly in one final act of defiance and then boom! A large deafening ring rocked her off her feet and the whole thing came crashing down with the grace of dying goose. Plop. Plop. The sickening sound of millions of tons of decaying flesh falling on your face. Sophia nearly went into shock, metaphorically, and sat there in chunks of snake flesh, with a look of confusion being replaced with one of pure rage.

“What the heck!” she screamed. She stood up and bounced up and down in fit. Hollering and running around kicking and punching snake flesh. She started swinging her katana chopping it to even more pieces and spurting even more blood on herself. She then sat and laughed manically to herself cutting a piece of snake meat into smaller and smaller slices until the bits were only as big as her pinky finger.

Satisfied after mutilating the dead bits for it danmable behavior towards mankind’s greatest treasure (her looks), Sophia calmly collected herself, breathing slowly in a nice controlled manner. She then calmly, very calmly, extracted whatever was sticking onto her by pushing an outward metaphysical force called a wave through her body. It was kind of like her special mutant power. Some people have lasers. She has an invisible force that magnifies, shapes, and tosses energy and objects.

Sophia then pulled out a mirror, took a few good whiffs of perfume, dashed a bit of cologne to reshape her hair, straightened the frills of her skirt, and tossed it all back into the little briefcase she carried along with her iphone. Standing up in a very calm manner, she then quietly muttered curses about how she will murder the next person she sees for some illogical reason. And that is how this cool girl ended up on the middle of a cog in the middle of nowhere.
It's really too bad we don't have a way to gauge how exhausted our character's are since we aren't physically doing their motions on paper. That's something I need to work on as I write more stuff. Seeing as we are in post 9, you have the last post to end our fight. I was thinking about extending it, but I didn't plan far enough to actually win the match lol and if it went longer I feel like it wouldn't be as casual haha. Good match.
Abramson could sense the danger as Brooks got behind him and knew if he hesitated for a second that he would get nailed in the head. Boxing was full of situations, so as Brooks planned on smacking Abramson as he turned, Abramson knew from experience that standing in one place for more than a few seconds is liable to get you hit. Abramson didn’t stand and turn to face Brooks, but instead shuffled forward, gaining distance before he turned around to get his bearings, avoiding the counter that was awaiting him if he stood and turned in the same spot.

Training kept made his movements almost automatic. Swiftly adjusting his strategy, Abramson rushed back into the fray, snapping punches at the wrists of Brook’s hands at a comfortable distance to stop the man from getting behind him again. If he couldn’t get close enough to get a good shot at Brooks face, then he’d try to weaken the man’s punching power. It was a veritable chess game where the pieces were parts of your opponent’s moves. Take enough of them away and it’s an easy win.
Like an elusive shadow, Abramson slipped past the series of hooks and crosses approaching his direction. As an out boxer, his defense was one of the best in the world, bobbing beneath the hooks and weaving outside Brook’s extended arm. The first five rounds went in much of the same fashion, in a strange stalemate, as the two fighters tested each other with different techniques and strategies. It was not until the 7th round that the decisive blow came.

The round started at the touch of the bell, Abramson who was quick on his feet leaped into action. He glided around Brook, aiming precise shots that cut through the air at the man’s head. Abramson aimed to open a cut on Brook’s eyebrows which would allow him to punch the man at will for the rest of the match. He knew from round one how to break Brook’s defense. The question now was how much Brooks had learned from Abramson to stop that from happening.
I can see this becoming a new season of dexter.
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