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8 yrs ago
Current These are a hectic couple of weeks we're in... If anyone's having a bad time lately, I want you to know that everything is going to be okay, even if it doesn't feel like it!!
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8 yrs ago
Finals Destination
8 yrs ago
We are going through a blizzard in the middle of April. It's been God's ultimate Apri Fools joke since the beginning of the month, he just doesn't know when to end the joke.
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9 yrs ago
I'm ready for a great year!
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9 yrs ago
Finals Destination

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"Me trying to get through Finals."

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@GreatSalmon Everybody has to arrive together I'm afraid, sorry for the trouble. ^^.


god DAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!

Alright! I'll redo my post when I get the chance. >.>
Pridemoor - Pridemoor's Royal Abode - Edge of Mahora


"My fair queen," Beckoned the golden knight, on one knee with an uplifted arm, "How your eyes match the skies themselves. Your face, soft and gentle like a goddess." The golden clouds floated lazily by the golden staircase as his golden queen fluttered about the top step lightly. Then, with a small smile, she descended carefully towards her lover. They embraced each other lovingly. Pridemoor slipped into his lover's side, and releasing an arm forward once more, he beckoned the world as well to Pridemoor's admiration. "Come now my love," his heart swelled with strength, and her's with love for the king, "Let us be change the world, and forever be remembered as-"

The scene ended when Pridemoor went crashing into the floor. He had slipped from his futon bed during such a magical dream. As is with all mornings for the knight, Pridemoor took some time to recount the dream vividly... Oh god! He was going to forget it! Quickly Pridemoor pounced off the living room floor and searched the bed for his dream journal. Where had he put it?! Pridemoor swore that he had put it back the last time he used it. Either way, it was too late. Pridemoor's daring dream had slipped back into the crevices of his mind. Damn. It was probably about his future Queen Knight too...

Pridemoor stretched his arms back tiredly. His golden armor proceeded to creak as he did so. Usually, one would find it uncomfortable to sleep in so much armor... and yeah, it was incredibly uncomfortable. In Pridemoor's mind however, he had an image to keep. For someone to see him without his kingly armor? Forbidden! Pridemoor was a symbol of hope and prosperity! He should never be recognized as anything lesser. His eyes wandered, through the slits of his helmet, about the tiny apartment that was his Royal Abode. Pizza boxes were scattered lazily about the living room, but then again, what would the aftermath of an awesome royal party look like?... well, practice awesome royal party. The only guest of the party was Pridemoor himself. He needed to prepare his party hosting powers for when his guests came back. For the last year, it donned on Pridemoor that there weren't as many people moving about the City as his initial days there. The friends that he had made, as well as enemies, the owner of the apartment complex, had all seemed to vanish. What a shame... how was he supposed to rule without people underneath him?

Pridemoor let out a hearty yawn before moving towards the front door. He had to shuffle carefully past discarded pizza boxes and plastic cups to reach his destination. Today, as was now routine in Pridemoor's life, he would once again visit the Mahora building; it was the place he woke up in three years ago, the first day he arrived at the city. He had hoped for a year now to find new people, like himself, who have also come to the city on accident. Surely, he was bound to find newcomers to the city landing there just like he had... well, he used to think that way. Now he visits Mahora out of habit; Pridemoor had long given up the mindset of actually finding new subjects.

Pridemoor fixed the cape on his back, stretched a little more, and proceeded through his door. He left the filthy, destroyed living quarters behind, and ventured forth to the school grounds like every morning for the past two years. Little did he know, he was in for quite the surprise when he got there...
Of god! The IC started while in my slumber!

**Frantically runs to post.**

EDIT:

Also, I hope its alright that I play Pridemoor's introduction differently. I had written his bio as already having lived in the city for three years. I can change my post if this isn't alright.
Guys, guys, guys!

Pridemoor has experience in this sort of stuff! He knows his royal strutting, he knows which kind of confetti to use for his entrances. I'm rustled, out-right rustled, to hear all your uncertainty for the right candidate. Vote Pridemoor, the King Knight, during the upcoming elections!
Also if crisis City mayoral elections are an actual thing I'm definitely putting him in that.


You and I are enemies now.
If any super-villian or dark god starts trying to hijack the roleplay, you can count on your friendly neighborhood armpit miko to put them back in their place with a good old fashioned FANTASY SEAL.


Fantasy Seal?.... Seal... Seal of Approval?

That's kinda Pridemoor's thing. You need something approved miss? I hear Pridemoor's just the guy for approving things. He's royalty after all. In fact, if we're talking about how awesome Pridemoor is, he's also the man best suited for running Crisis City! Vote for Mayor Pridemoor! If he gets elected, he'll decree another day for the weekend!

Prideay
((I know the GM already spoke on it, but I was like, almost done with this when I saw their post, and I need to express my view on this topic! You gotta let me! You gotta gotta GOTTA!))

Being a crossover guy for a long while, I'm always a bit indifferent about godlike characters. I know its not really my place to put input, as I'm not in charge of the roleplay and stuff, but I've had an opinion on this for a long time now. In my opinion, gods can be a very strangely played. I was never a fan of the setup where a god is just "holding back his power", and hanging around with people cus' fuck it n' stuff I'm a god and I'm cool like that and here I created a pony from thin air. I think it limits how much fun you can have with a character when you can't use them to their full potential. Usually, when I want to play a godlike character, I want them to blow up shit and turn people into flan. That's just my opinion though. It's irrelevant to our good ol' buddy Sobek here, and I am by no means claiming that wanting to play the crocodile god is wrong.

My concern is the character's effect on the rest of the roleplay. Because, depending on the god's alignment, he/she can completely take control of the story. If they're leaning towards evil guy territory, than they are most likely going to adopt that role. And I think when we give a player other than the GM the power to do this, to take over the events occurring in this world, I think the roleplay will take on a different atmosphere than what was originally planned. And I'm not claiming that we shouldn't have the players steering along the roleplay, hell, I love it when that happens. Hell, I'd love there to be a time during this roleplay where Pridemoor get a spotlight (vote for Pridemoor as Mayor folks. Free Pridemoor praising sessions included). It allows for a lot of chemistry with characters to form, and often leads to a lot of ridiculous adventures. Sometimes they can be dramatic, and if they've practically absorbed the entire focus of the roleplay, people not involved in it, or just people in general not having the spotlight, can get really turned off.

And that's my main fear about godlike characters; their power and evil-bad guy-ness will eventually land them into the role of controlling where the roleplay goes, its atmosphere, and especially what the player's characters are supposed to be doing.

Sorry for the lengthy post. Potato.


Your king has arrived!

@GreatSalmon Your king is accepted. Though for some reason I was thinking you were gonna spring for Kuzco, the greatest Disney princess ever. Though that might have been due to my friends joking around. XD


Our king is accepted.

You're welcome.
(thank you!)


Your king has arrived!

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