HokumPocus

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

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You woke up surrounded by a myriad of trees in all directions. Around you, faces that you find strangely familiar are sprawled across the leaf covered ground. You were just playing a tabletop game with your friends a moment ago, what the hell was going on?

And that's when you approached a nearby pond and let out a shriek. You were your character. The one you hastily put together. The one who was a test subject for the new and experimental campaign your DM put together. What the hell? What the hell?!! Turning around you realize that the blur of bodies are also characters from the roleplay. And judging by their equally terrified reactions, you're not alone in this mess. Adventures from The Place Holder, that's what that idiot called this campaign. He was terrible at coming up with names and begged everyone to pitch in. It wasn't limited to names either, as you clearly remember everyone having input several rules into the game. You freeze in horror, recalling all of the untested hombrew rules, all of the comedic ones, the ones that made the game stupidly and bewilderingly difficult.

Of course, your memory wasn't perfect, and it was his campaign and not yours. Surely he had to have them all jotted down somewhere. So you called out his name. And then you called out his character's. And then you realized that everybody was here except for him, the only person with even half a clue as to what the hell this world consisted of. Shit.

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Adventures from the Place Holder is a roleplay that takes place inside of a fantasy world, one where everyone and everything is hunting down reality warping artifacts known as Place Holders. Expect a general lighthearted tone that doesn't take itself seriously at all. Finding your former dungeon master is your initial goal, but things will take interesting turns during your journey. In order to spice things up, this roleplay will also feature a system where every player will get to contribute something to the world. Also the moist and sultry lordorgasmo came up with this idea not me

Rules

• The standard rules from roleplayerguild. Don't be rude to others OOC, be active, inform me if you're going to drop out, etc.
• Crass behavior is obviously allowed due to the nature of this roleplay, but I will ask that you avoid stepping into overly edgy/offensive territory.
• Don't create overpowered characters, don't metagame, don't godmod.
• Romance is allowed but this is a christian website don't get horny in my roleplay please and thank you

Character Sheet

True Name:

True age:

True gender:

True appearance: 2D only, please

True personality: A couple of paragraphs.

Reason for having attended the game: (Did your sibling drag you along? Did you respond to a misleading ad online? Are you just a regular ol' friend of the DM? etc.)

I´m going to be lax on the types of characters that will be allowed. Just nothing science fiction-y or too abstract, alright?

Character´s name:

Character´s age:

Character´s gender:

Character´s appearance: Anything that´s not a photograph is fair game.

Character´s background and lore: A couple of paragraphs.

Character´s abilities: Keep in mind that you’re going to start off weak at first.

The DM was terrible at his job and let everyone toss their own ideas into this mess. What poorly thought out ideas did you contribute?: (Maybe a strange country, or a form of magic, or an artifact, or a legendary person. Have fun with this.)

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Adventures from the Place Holder

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You woke up surrounded by a myriad of trees in all directions. Around you, faces that you find strangely familiar are sprawled across the leaf covered ground. You were just playing a tabletop game with your friends a moment ago, what the hell was going on?

And that's when you approached a nearby pond and let out a shriek. You were your character. The one you hastily put together. The one who was a test subject for the new and experimental campaign your DM put together. What the hell? What the hell?!! Turning around you realize that the blur of bodies are also characters from the roleplay. And judging by their equally terrified reactions, you're not alone in this mess. Adventures from The Place Holder, that's what that idiot called this campaign. He was terrible at coming up with names and begged everyone to pitch in. It wasn't limited to names either, as you clearly remember everyone having input several rules into the game. You freeze in horror, recalling all of the untested hombrew rules, all of the comedic ones, the ones that made the game stupidly and bewilderingly difficult.

Of course, your memory wasn't perfect, and it was his campaign and not yours. Surely he had to have them all jotted down somewhere. So you called out his name. And then you called out his character's. And then you realized that everybody was here except for him, the only person with even half a clue as to what the hell this world consisted of. Shit.

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Adventures from the Place Holder is a roleplay that takes place inside of a fantasy world, one where everyone and everything is hunting down reality warping artifacts known as Place Holders. Expect a general lighthearted tone that doesn't take itself seriously at all. Finding your former dungeon master is your initial goal, but things will take interesting turns during your journey. In order to spice things up, this roleplay will also feature a system where every player will get to contribute something to the world. Also the moist and sultry lordorgasmo came up with this idea not me

Rules

• The standard rules from roleplayerguild. Don't be rude to others OOC, be active, inform me if you're going to drop out, etc.
• Crass behavior is obviously allowed due to the nature of this roleplay, but I will ask that you avoid stepping into overly edgy/offensive territory.
• Don't create overpowered characters, don't metagame, don't godmod.
• Romance is allowed but this is a christian website don't get horny in my roleplay please and thank you

Character Sheet

True Name:

True age:

True gender:

True appearance: 2D only, please

True personality: A couple of paragraphs.

Reason for having attended the game: (Did your sibling drag you along? Did you respond to a misleading ad online? Are you just a regular ol' friend of the DM? etc.)

I´m going to be lax on the types of characters that will be allowed. Just nothing science fiction-y or too abstract, alright?

Character´s name:

Character´s age:

Character´s gender:

Character´s appearance: Anything that´s not a photograph is fair game.

Character´s background and lore: A couple of paragraphs.

Character´s abilities: Keep in mind that you’re going to start off weak at first.

The DM was terrible at his job and let everyone toss their own ideas into this mess. What poorly thought out ideas did you contribute?: (Maybe a strange country, or a form of magic, or an artifact, or a legendary person. Have fun with this.)

A Shipping Thread

can I ship the 1x1 erp forum with the arena forum? Enemies to lovers, KYAAA!!!~ 😍😍😍

Zmija Sebastian's Introduction.

Weclome to the guild, nice to finally see someone acknowledge runescape in here LOL

The Five Senses

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Octavio had been halfway across the bridge until he decided that he couldn't take it anymore. His party members, both the ones that he had met at the inn and several newer ones, were quarreling with one another. There were even threats of stabbing each other, for crying out loud! Having opted to simply cross the bridge and do not much else felt rational. He didn't like that one bit. He also disliked the idea of one of his meat shields dying before being of any use to him, so such heavy disputes would have to be stopped.

He dramatically cleared his throat to demand attention and then began to cough from having agitated all the smoke that was being inhaled by his lungs. He coughed very nobly and gracefully, a product of his job. The ambient noises of general destruction swallowed the noise up, so his efforts went to waste, anyways.

One of the new additions to the party was a spirited woman with an interesting manner of speaking. He politely waited for her to finish before finally joining in on the conversation. "Ah, this is wonderful! More allies to aid us in our journey!" Octavio's words were loud and bold. They usually were only bold, but the volume was absolutely necessary when you factored in distance and screams of the dying.

"Now now, speeches are the food and drink of the soul! However... we must escape as soon as possible! Even power as divine as ours won't last forever under such circumstances!" He made a motion with his hands and spread them, an act that highlighted his exaggeratedly dignified mannerisms and the backdrop of total chaos happening around them. Lynx had crossed the bridge entirely and stoically ignored the idiocy of his travelling companion. He silently predicted to himself that Octavio would attempt to intervene, but was pleasantly surprised at him. Such a short speech, (mostly) free of convoluted and dramatic mannerisms?

What little trace of pride that the familiar had vanished the moment Octavio bowed in front of their group, however.

"I would also like for all present to please forgive me. A gentleman such as myself should first and formost begin with an introduction. My name is Octavio Grayeye, and I wish for a fortunate journey for all of us on this dark and bizarre night."

He saw no point in lying after Gin revealed is name to his team so directly. Lynx rolled his eyes.

Octavio resumed crossing the bridge without waiting for a response. He didn't want his teammates to kill each other, but distrust always made his job easier. To just have walked away and ignored the tension would be a cowardly first impression, and he knew better than anyone else about the benefits of first impressions. He once again held off on flirting with the woman, as just like with Karina, her personality implied that she would probably rearrange his spinal cord if he tried anything funny.

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HERALD

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Since ancient civilization angels have existed throughout the world, the passage of time eroding their image into nothing more than fair skinned maidens of human virtue. Make no mistake however, and assume that this is the truth. They are logic-defying and eye-searing agglomerations of man and material incapable of emotion or independent thought. They follow every command their superior ordains no matter how cruel or violent the outcome. In the present time it is not uncommon to renounce all belief in the supernatural. It is also not uncommon to develop an obsession with HERALD.

HERALD is the most popular game in the world, with millions of ravenous players across every spot of land on the planet. To call it just a card game is to disrespect the thousands of academies founded with the sole goal of creating the best generation of players possible.

The standard way to play HERALD is with cardboard cards, each player jotting down however much damage is taken until it reaches zero. There is, however, a second way. A form of combat so mesmerizing that it has usurped every other sport on earth. Players submit to a machine known as a guardian angel, where they can enter another world and take part in real time virtual battles against one another. These special combat matches are known as tests of faith and have severely modified rulesets. The equipment required for it is expensive and the cards are made out of stranger and thinner materials that give them irridescent and near indestructable properties. Injuries to your true body can and will occur.

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Within the city of Clearwater lies an academy dedicated to teaching students to become the world´s most powerful heralds. Every inch of the building’s brutalist architecture is constructed out of bare concrete and made to intimidate. Duel arenas the size of high school auditoriums are constructed with the sole purpose of battle. Student meals posess an uncanny resemblance to military rations and the teachers are renown for their merciless methods in education.

Due to a combination of raw talent and genetic disposition towards accepting the guardian angels, you have been singled out and selected as part of an elite team of heralds for reasons shrouded in mystery. You are partway through high school and are astonished at having caught the attention of world renown researchers. You are expected to comply with their strange demands, all while bonding with your fellow students and trying to find out who you really are. The way these strange men fawn over your kind exceeds standard curiosity. What do you believe in?

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The capacities of human beings when engaging in tests of faith are separated into three distinct groups.

Heart- The guardian angel will greatly numb the pain transmitted to your brain. The natural instinct of the human brain is to reject the guardian angel's intrusive protection, meaning that the less a brain resists the more it is protected against pain and all unpleasant sensations. It is the most favored of the three.

Mind- Being connected wears out the mind just as much as the body. It is the capacity to not only survive, but thrive when connected to a server and faced with overwhelming odds. The amount of time you can spend traversing a landscape at peak conditions and the amount of time you can continue to invoke assistance without faltering are both a measure of the mind.

Light- Your potential to affect the environment. Your proficiency in invocations, which will affect the maximum complexity and severity of the actions that you perform.

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This is, essentially, an anime high school battle roleplay. I've seen people attempt card game roleplays before, usually struggling due to the overbearing need to stick to whatever complicated rules they have set up. In response to this, I've just removed most of them while still attempting to preserve the charm of card games, sort of. You will be a high school student in this school and will get to design your own deck around whatever theme you see fit. In order to preserve everybody's sanity, decks won't typically have more than five or so cards. A bigger plot will begin to unfold as you begin to uncover the secrets surrounding you.

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drone from the monotone.

Gray. That was the first word that came out of the mouth of every poor soul unfortunate enough to end up in the city. It was gray in color, as thick panels of fog constantly suffocated the concrete world and cut it off from the sun. It was gray in heart, as every store and billboard was covered in slogans and phrases that were as nonsensically generic as they were vaguely threatening. And finally, it was gray in soul. The cityscape was dotted with others, although their status as human beings was questionable upon second glance. A parade of dress shirts and suitcases that filed through the dreary city, scuffed leather shoes clacking on the pavement with a rhythm that was unnaturally organized. The men and women stared dead ahead with empty eyes. None of them were attractive, with dozens of worry lines, warts and eye bags evenly distributed among the crowd.

In truth, nobody knows where the city came from, or what it’s even called. People arrive in the hundreds, most of them brain dead, although there are exceptions. Like you.

Your memories are hazy but intact, and you´re not sure where you actually are. Hell? Heaven? Another planet? There are others as confused and sentient as you, so you reasonably think to reach out to them. But then again... the world is strange and filled with irregularities. Calendars have months replaced with irrational strings of numbers, billboards are adorned with absolute nonsense. And the food? The textures are all slightly off and blander than you ever thought possible. It´s as if the world was created halfway and abandoned for all eternity.

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In another building in another part of the city there was a stack of depressingly generic instruction pamphlets. Opening one up would prove them to be more than just a decoration, however, as the information within was definitely out of the ordinary. It was a pale blue color, with black text and cartoon renditions of office employees standing next to speech bubbles.

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE COWARD’S WHO HAVE RE-LIVED

-said a drawing of a man with a funny nose. He was holding an oversized stapler and grinning from ear to ear. The various grammatical errors warped the message’s meaning a bit, although it was still legible.

THIS IS A PURGATORY FOR THE COWARD’S OF LIFE
THOSE WHO HAVE AVOIDED THE MANY HARD DECISION’S IN LIFE
YOU’RE HOPES AND DREAMS AND MYSTERY’S WILL HAVE TO RE-LIVE
BY PLAYING LIFE AGAIN

A racially diverse trio of office grunts had their arms around each other. A drawing of a calendar and a water cooler was next to them. All three of the cartoon people had their mouths agape in joy, located just under the paragraph. The text continued.

BEGIN NEXT THE TRAINING PROGRAM BY FOLLOWING PROCEDURES
TEAR THE MANUAL AND BURN IT
AFTER AND TROW IT AWAY INTO A TRASH CAN
A CLEAN OFFICE IS A HAPPY OFFICE

A man in a vehicle was exclaiming the last portion of the strange instructions, with his elbow out the window and his tongue flapping about in a display of happiness.

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Holdem Heroes

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"Texas is the greatest country on Earth."
-Ancient Proverb.

_{█ The year is 2110.}
Following the end of the 21st century, the United States government has made several attempts to colonize mars. All of them are initially successful, and for several decades other countries have made their own attempts on claiming a piece of the red giant.

_{█ The year is 2180.}
The reawakening of a once dormant flesh eating bacteria native to the planet and heavy financial issues have caused all of earth’s governments to indefinitely pause space expeditions and leave those on mars stranded with little hope for a cure.

_{█ The year is 2250.}
Several nations have survived on mars, and most of them have claimed total independence from their earth governments. The strongest and largest country is Texas II, where its inhabitants revere the independent and free spirited culture of the ancient wild west. A basic cure has been discovered, and mars is slowly recovering its initial population count.

_{█ The year is now 2350.}
Earth’s governments are attempting to take back the land that they have left, prompting mars’ nations to take a break from firing irresponsibly dangerous explosives at each other and instead aim them at their new opponent. A part of Texas II has separated itself and has become its own nation, now called Texas IV. Artificial intelligence gained sentience at one point and held the potential to destroy humanity, before deciding that being self-aware was generally a terrible experience. It has now willingly devolved into a race of synthetic domesticated animals that eat rocks. Not one law concerning weapon safety has yet been established, and strapping three rocket launchers to an axe is considered a normal battle strategy. Welcome to mars.

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Holdem Heroes is a roleplay set in a violent and explosive world where anything and everything can be modified to simultaneously be a weapon and a household appliance, although many throughout Holdem have argued that the former should be counted in the latter. A Russian-Mexican infiltration squadron has decided to start their invasion of Mars in the humble old town that you’re currently in. The Holdem way of life is identical to the old cowboy way of life, complete with all of the recklessness, adventure, freedom, infighting, and alcohol-fueled homoeroticism.

Fights will be ridiculous and exaggerated in nature, akin to something from the RWBY universe. Since weaponry is so important in Mars it will greatly change how characters perceive and interact with you as well as your combat styles. There are three classes of weaponry, each with their own distinct flair.

█ Relic weaponry
Early muskets, rifles, bayonets and the occasional melee weapon thrown in there (with heavy modifications to ensure effectiveness, of course). Relic weaponry uses materials from slain robotic animals and whatever their owners happen to find in rust covered scrapyards.

█ Kinetic weaponry
Remastered versions of weapons from the 21st century. They are pitch black in color and have the sleekest forms out of all three classes.

█ Earthen weaponry
Contemporary 24th century Earthen weaponry. Made out of technologically advanced plastic based on energy in its many forms. Earthen weapons are blocky in shape and a pristine white with occasional touches of other vivid colors.

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Kasparc

For an immeasurable amount of time the region of Kasparc has been dominated by two opposing pokemon: Landkill the legendary pokemon of all that is vile and putrid in this world and Hycleane, a paragon of cleanliness with a lovely lemon aroma. This balance of nasty and nice was interrupted when the capitalistically greedy megacorporation of iPoke attempted to imprison and enslave Hycleane. Their plan was to use the beast to promote good hygiene to children around the world while making a quick buck along the way. And what happened to Hycleane? He fucking died.

The people of Kasparc were lied to as the iPoke public relations teams attempted to cover up Hycleane’s death and ignore the consequences of killing a legendary creature. The imbalance caused his antithesis, Landkill, to grow steadily in power and eventually wreak havoc on the local ecosystem, all while iPoke released fun Hycleane action figures and commercials about not licking playground equipment. It was then that life as we knew it ended. Landkill seized control of the main iPoke factory and began absorbing filth to the point where his body gave in and exploded in a mess of muck and glop, like a balloon filled with barbeque sauce, or your fat aunt at a birthday party.

Entire cities were wiped out in seconds, entire evolutionary lines were made extinct, and the land under our feet was rendered unusable. But life, as they say, finds a way. It has been one hundred and fifty years since the great Landkill land kill and the way of life of a typical Kasparc citizen has undergone severe modifications. Many pokemon have mutated into monstrous parodies of their former selves, unregistered in the international pokemon database and thus uncatchable, making proper pokemon a rare and precious resource. Looters, bandits, cultists and gangs have spread chaos and suffering throughout the loosely formed territories and cities that have been shakily established. Teenagers that manage to live past childhood without succumbing to the land’s severe toxicity are shoved out of their communities and into the wild to prove themselves. You are one of the candidates selected by your crappy territory to explore the land and maybe, just maybe make the world a better place. Are you up to the challenge?

Slopadelphia: Home sweet home!

♫ Slop Radio - Sunroof Diesel Blues

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Welcome all to my very first roleplay. The nation of Kasparc is polluted and hazardous, completely devoid of common sense and chock full of crime and buffoonery. This roleplay will center on a group of youths from the humble town of Slopadelphia and the often dangerous and ridiculous situations they'll find themselves in.

Rules

• The standard rules from roleplayerguild. Don't be rude to others OOC, be active, inform me if you're going to drop out, etc.
• Crass behavior is obviously allowed due to the nature of this roleplay, but I will ask that you avoid stepping into edgy or extremely offensive territory.
• Reminder:
  
  • Although the tone will never be completely serious, all actions will have consequences and all events will have logic behind them.
  • This is a country where pokemon are commonly seen as dangerous sentient weapons rather than friends, and additionally they will be difficult to capture and won't be spared from the damage of living in a hostile and post-apocalyptic country. Don't join with the expectation of building a full party and partaking in the classic pokemon experience.
• Don't create overpowered characters, don't metagame, don't godmod.
• Romance is allowed but this is a christian website don't get horny in my roleplay please and thank you

Character Sheet

Name: Can be from any culture you want, it doesn't matter. Just remember that "Hope" and all synonyms for the word hope have been banned as names within Kasparc, and having a name related to the theme of cleanliness is frowned upon in some places. A traditional name would be something related to the theme of filth.

Gender:

Age: 13-19

Appearance: This vaguely takes place within the pokemon universe so please only use anime art. Alternatively, you can write a detailed description of your character.

Personality: A couple of paragraphs.

Likes and Dislikes: Three of each.

Strengths and Weaknesses: For example, how resistant are you to pollution? What are your skills? What are some things you can't do? A couple of each plzkthx

Biography: A couple of paragraphs, nothing too long.

Goal as a Scout: Does your character just want to collect enough signatures and go home? Do they genuinely want to make the world a better place? Something a bit more specific?

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My other test thread devolved into an absolute clusterfuck of everything and anything. This is geared towards storing the more finished concepts lol

UPDATE: due to the conceptual nature of the thread, rules and character creation sections will be left intentionally vague. The focus is on the development of a polished roleplaying concept, the restrictions and guidelines don't matter until the moment that it actually goes live.