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Weird Roleplay Ideas You're Afraid To Pitch?

@ClocktowerEchos

I can't believe you actually did it. And besides, I'm writing a book.

You should really reboot your RP.

Rolling Thunder: A Sci-Fi Tank Crew Stuck in a Fantasy World

@Hostile Out of curiosity, would that mean you'd only accept 2 players in to RP? What would the other players who were interested be? Also, have you humored the idea of a super tank being the Rolling Thunder like a Baneblade or some other super heavy, multi turret tank?

@ClocktowerEchos

I mean that we have three people manning the tank, while the other players take control of the fantasy world natives.

I've already posted a picture of the tank in question. It's just a standard railgun tank. I want it to be powerful, but not too powerful as it's just a regular main battle tank. Baneblades don't really fit the setting.

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IT IS THE BEEEEEINNNBLEEEEHHDDDEEEE!

But really, this is exactly what I thought. IF you have more than two players can another group get a tank/be another tank commander? I like the idea of a crew, but would you consider also having it where we each have our own tank and the players form a whole Tank squad? It will still be about our tank commanders, but give us all a little more "responsibility" and decision making then just being the gunner or pilot.

@Thecrash20

Yes, perhaps I'll add in another tank. I haven't decided yet.

@HostileI'd be interested, but I'm concered that if only 3 people are actually playing members of the military, that anyone else who joins the RP wouldn't get as much "spotlight" so to speak. That the RP would be too focused on those 3 characters and anyone else who joined wouldn't get an appropriate time or amount of story focused on their characters, not to mention playing random civilians in a primarily military-themed RP is rather boring. Had you listed this as a "small group" RP under the tags opposed to it currently being listed as a "large group" this could be excusable. But saying you want a "large group", then telling everyone you only want 3 people to be the 'important' roles is kinda upsetting to people.

Also the Abrams(and by extension most all modern tanks) have a crew of four people, the loader, gunner, pilot, and commander/radio operator. I'd imagine that a tank 800 years in the future would easily be advanced enough to both accommodate and require around 8-10 people.

@DepressedSoviet

The three so-called 'main characters' will have somewhat more spotlight than the other characters, I admit. However, the fantasy characters can be anything they like, so let's say a knight or an intelligent dragon. It's up to you, and the fantasy characters can be important people or magical creatures if you wish.

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In fact, most battle tanks require a crew of 4:
Primary gunner- 'loader' (battle cannon)
Secondary gunner- 'gunner' (mounted guns)
Driver
Captain.

Assuming that this gun has one turret and mounted guns, it needs more, and if this is a foreign planetary force, then I'm gonna assume every tank is going to need a dedicated mechanical engineer with training beyond the normal stuff that each crewman would have, plus potentially a translator should the locals speak a different language and they're expecting SOME talking.

@Dannyrulx

I'm well aware of that. But since this a mid-29th-century tank, things are a bit more advanced. Autoloaders have long since eliminated the need for a loader, and the tank crew has mandatory mechanical training. Tanks of that day and age are extensively reliable, and breakdowns are a rarity. I'll probably post more information later.

Also, for the sake of convenience, the locals speak English.

Rolling Thunder: A Sci-Fi Tank Crew Stuck in a Fantasy World

I would love to be the gunner behind letting futuristic hellfire loose.

What positions are open in the tank? Are they the same as the modern positions?

@Dulcet

There are three positions: commander (me, giving out instructions and forwarding the plot), gunner, and driver. Because it's a tank eight-hundred years in the future, think of a modern tank like an Abrams of Leopard 2 and multiply it by a thousand and one, because that's how powerful it is.

Rolling Thunder: A Sci-Fi Tank Crew Stuck in a Fantasy World

Entirely depends on the CS; I'm not in the most creative mood today.

Also, sounds a bit like GATE. Hopefully we get a chance to kill a dragon with rocket launchers and C4.

@Dannyrulx

Sort of. It's actually partially inspired by the GATE fanfic Here We Go Again, an alternate universe fix-fic which is told through the eyes of an American tank gunner. It's a good read, and highly detailed and accurate, given how the author is a former US Marine and Afghanistan veteran.

Weird Roleplay Ideas You're Afraid To Pitch?

Some stupid RP that takes place in a universe where everything related to MLG memes exist. So quickscoping six year-olds and the Illuminati exist in reality, and Gabe Newell being a literal god. It's just too stupid and random to play, but I'll be damned if I actually get it up and running.

Rolling Thunder: A Sci-Fi Tank Crew Stuck in a Fantasy World

I've had this idea stuck in my head for a very long time. This story takes place in the distant future of 2842, where man has colonised hundreds upon thousands of planets all around our corner of the Milky Way. But of course, not everyone was happy with a single entity controlling everything, that entity being the United Earth Government and its military wing, the United Earth Government Naval Command. War broke out just years after its formation, threatening the livelihood of citizens everywhere. But with a powerful military, these rebels have been more or less brought under control. However, they still continue to operate, this period now known as the Colonial Uprising. An insurgency the UEGNC has struggled to keep under control for the past ninety-four years.

Three players take control of the crew of the RT413 Dragoon Main Battle Tank known as the Rolling Thunder on one of the biggest engagements between the UEGNC and the insurgent group known as the Frontier Liberation Army on the arid world of Reunion. Midway through the battle, the Thunder is caught in a sudden and unexpected superstorm of lightning and thunder, and is loses contact with it command base. That is, however, until it is deposited on a stone path in the middle of a valley. The crew, lost and disoriented, decide to travel along a beaten path, not knowing that what they'll find will be the last thing they expected.

Meanwhile, on the continent of Acadoria on the world of Ceas where magic reigns supreme, the inhabitants of the town of Riverwood get the shock of their lives when a huge metal beast rolls into their town.

Rolling Thunder

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This RP is a technical reboot of The Bow and the Gun: Project RIFTGATE, with the same setting but different story altogether, and will mostly focus on character interaction and culture shock. It will perhaps contain some romance, but the main plot will be the crew of the Rolling Thunder trying to find a way home.

Three players, including me, will take control of the Rolling Thunder. This is on a first come first served basis. The other players will take control of the inhabitants of Ceas, which means your average high fantasy characters with magic and elves and dragons and whatnot.

OOC here.

Another Settlement Needs Our Help: A Fallout 4 Minutemen RP

Ever wonder what the Minutemen do when the General isn't around? Nothing! Absolutely nothing. In the world of Fallout, the General is the Minutemen. He singlehandedly wipes out entire super mutant fortresses and clears out whole formations of raiders while the rest of the Minutemen do completely nothing. The newest batch of recruits aren't very happy about that. They didn't sign up to sit on their asses all day eating noodles like a particular slouch hat wearing second-in-command. No, they signed up to help the Commonwealth, to help its people, to make it a better place. But what can the Minutemen do? After all, they're still just a rag-tag group of militia with maybe a few suits of rusty power armour and crappy laser muskets.

Even after the destruction of the Institute, the Commonwealth remained just as dangerous and lawless as before. The Minutemen were supposed to keep the peace, even with dozens of bloodthirsty and drugged up raider gangs, mindless feral ghouls, and that's not even counting all the mutated wildlife in the remains of Boston. The Brotherhood of Steel was the only other main faction left, with the Institute having been nuked and the entire Railroad taken out by both factions at once. Thankfully, the Brotherhood is friendly... at the moment.

So what are you, the newest member of the Minutemen going to do about it? Just patrol a single settlement and stand around a guard post all day, or actually go out and make a change? You've got to do what's right. It's the Minutemen way, after all.

Wait, did the General just make an entire shack out of a broken tree branch and five toy cars? Did he just pull out a minigun from his back pocket? Nah, the Wasteland sun must be playing tricks on your mind.

Maybe.

Halo: Floodgate

This takes place after the Ark is heavily damaged and High Charity destroyed? Huh.

The Stage (Multiverse RP)

I'll have to drop out, then.

The Stage (Multiverse RP)

Vandor, the Last Dragonborn

Vandor, the Last Dragonborn

Vandor is a young man in his early twenties with pale blue eyes that glow violet due to his dragon soul, and has short light brown hair that goes down to his neck. He is mostly clean-shaven, though many scars dot his face, most notably a set of scars above and on his right lip. He stands at the average height of six feet two for most Nords, and has a muscular build. He has been described by many innkeepers he had previously performed for as being rather handsome, and ‘the kind the ladies like’.

Armour wise, Vandor wears a full set of ebony armour, minus a helmet that shows his face. An Amulet of Talos hangs around his neck.

Quote:
'Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes...'

Gender:
Male

Age:
24

Series:
The Elder Scrolls

Species:
Human/Dragonborn

Role/Occupation:
Town DJ. Since he was already a bard, and his voice flows nicely, Vandor decided to become the town's resident DJ to entertain its inhabitants, even though he does tend to fumble around with the equipment, being relatively unused to it. Other than that, he also functions as that one guy in every town who somehow manages to compose entire orchestral pieces by himself.

Skills:
Vandor is a talented bard and warrior, extremely proficient with a blade. He is also an experienced mage, being well-versed in the art of destruction magic, casting powerful spells at enemies. He has also been shown to be a good archer, having a keen eye for detail. According to him, he once hit a rabbit from two-hundred yards away during a blizzard, at night.

Vandor's main source of power comes from his mastery of the Thu'um, or Shout. His voice carries words of power that can be used to devastating effect. The power varies, with some shouts blasting enemies backwards, some summoning friendly creatures, and some helping allies.

Home:
Vandor has decided to claim a medium-sized home on the outskirts of town, furnishing it to his liking, decorating it with several of his possessions. He keeps it neat and tidy, although sometimes musical equipment can be found strewn around. Wall sconces made out of goat horns and candles line the walls, along with several trophies such as animal heads and weapons. He has since turned its garage into his own recording studio, with equipment, tools and instruments, and he has soundproofed the area. Outside, Vandor has started a small garden and placed archery targets for practice. Despite having never driven or even seen a car before arriving, he owns a Chevy that he uses to travel to and from his workplace.

Personality:
Vandor is a kind and outgoing individual with the drive to do what he feels is right, although he still has a naive side due to his relatively young age. While this would make him disarmingly friendly, many forget that he is the Dragonborn of legend, meaning that he still has some elements of a dragon’s personality, namely the love of destruction and minor greed. While Vandor has managed to keep this from showing, it has surfaced on multiple occasions when he was angered.

According to an old innkeeper and several town guards in Falkreath, a group of mercenaries had decided to harass the bard while he was performing. Unfortunately, they had unknowingly angered the Dragonborn, the man who had saved all of Nirn on multiple occasions. While the residents cannot be certain, records state that the mercenaries were either literally shouted apart, burnt to cinders, frozen and then shattered, or had their souls ripped out. Vandor was said to have calmly sat in the middle of the carnage, calming eating a sweetroll. At least he had the decency to pay for the damage.

Backstory:
Born into a family of warrior bards on the outskirts of Dawnstar, Vandor first picked up and began to play the lute before he could even walk, let alone talk. He was raised in both the ways of the lute and the sword. However, he constantly rejected his training, feeling that bards would not ever need to take up arms during war. While his parents were initially displeased with this choice, he was nonetheless gifted the Wanderer’s Lute, a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation, dating back from warrior bards of ancient times. All in all, he was happy with his peaceful life.

However, for the first time in his family’s history, their home was attacked by bandits in the dead of night. Caught unaware, his mother was the first to go down, having been cooking in the living room. His father, overcome by grief, grabbed the nearest weapon he could find and began a rampage. Though he managed to take down several bandits, he was eventually defeated by the far superior number of bandits. Panicking, Vandor drew his emergency dagger and killed for the first time that night. Horrified, he grabbed his supply bag and Wanderer’s Lute, before fleeing with the fires of his home shrinking as he sprinted through the snow-covered forest, barely out of his teens.

With nowhere else to go and little money left, he decided to do what he did best: music. For more than four years, Vandor would travel around the province, performing for strangers he happened to come across and occasionally play in local taverns for a meagre sum of gold. Despite all this, he felt happy for once, feeling that he was doing what he was born to do.

When the Civil War broke out, Vandor had the misfortune of performing for a group of Stormcloak soldiers in the woods, and was captured along with them. He was sentenced to be executed along with the leader of the rebellion, Ulfric Stormcloak. Thankfully, the dragon god Alduin just so happened to swoop down on Helgen, and amidst the confusion, the bard managed to escape. Unfortunately, Alduin the World Eater had returned to sow chaos and destruction on the mortal races of Nirn after thousands of years.

After his brush with death, Vandor travelled to Whiterun to warn its jarl of the new dragon threat. Unexpectedly, another dragon appears right after he retrieved the ancient artefact known as the Dragonstone that shows the location of ancient dragon burial sites. With the help of several guards and the jarl’s housecarl Irileth, Vandor managed to defeat the it. It was here that he learned of his identity as the Dragonborn when he absorbed the soul of his fallen enemy, a warrior with immerse power. With his newfound power of the Thu’um, or Shout, he was summoned by the Greybeards for training.

Soon, he learned of the Blades, an ancient order dedicated to serving the Dragonborn. It was also when he learned that he was not just any Dragonborn, but the last one. The Dragonborn prophesied to defeat Alduin once and for all. But Vandor realised that he would not be able to do so just yet with his current lack of skill, and joined the Companions, a guild of warriors for help.

Many months of training later, he was finally ready to face the World Eater head-on, and after the capture of Alduin’s dragon lieutenant Odahviing, he travelled to Skuldufan, where a portal to Sovngarde, the Nordic afterlife lay. He travelled to Sovngarde and finally defeated Alduin with the help of ancient Nord heroes. Returning back to the mortal realm, he was hailed as a hero by not just the inhabitants of Skyrim, but also the dragons all around.

His adventure would not be over just yet, however, as he would go on to save the world two more times, defeating a Vampire Lord who wanted to blot out the sun, and the First Dragonborn, Miraak. But that’s a story for another time.

Life in the Town:
Vandor woke up in the town feeling dazed and confused after passing out from a drinking contest with some guy named Sam Guevenne. Hungover and completely smashed, he wandered around the area before entering a house and passing out. When he woke up again, he decided to find out what was going on and managed to contact the other inhabitants of the area. As the story unfolded, his confusion grew. What was with the tower again?

However, after some time living here, he decided to take over the local radio station and become its DJ, with him being a bard and all.

Prized Possession:
The Wanderer's Lute, an ancient family heirloom passed down from generation to generation. The lute is of clearly ancient design, with a longer and thinner neck than those of modern design. It has a black body resembling a stag beetle. When played, the lute has an effect on the user and allies, though the effects differ and depend on the type of song played. The effects can range from healing allies to making them fight harder.

And I'm Hostile, the guy who suspects that all lemonade is piss.