Righty-o then, I shall wait for the Bees to lead the charge, and then the posts to follow that, before making mine. As usual, I'll probably be a little busy over the weekend, so if everyone gets their posts in on Friday, there'll be a bit of a wait before my reply.
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I remember when I used to be into nostalgia.
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I remember when I used to be into nostalgia.
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9 yrs ago
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, there's a few white fluffy clouds in the sky. I am closing the curtains and going back to bed.
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9 yrs ago
"What kind of solicitor doesn't have sweets on their desk?!"
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"His multiphasic torpedo will penetrate your rift / and cause a quantum singularity in your transwarp conduit!"
9 yrs ago
"You make a pretty good sheep."
Bio
I live somewhere in the wilds of East London with a couple of friends, a pet rat and a collection of RPG books that is slowly consuming our house. I've suggested possibly getting rid of some of them, but it's pretty much got to the point where the books are the only thing keeping the building upright and if I move any of them the whole thing could come crashing down.
In terms of games - well, I'll consider anything, except that. As can probably be gathered from my posts, I find myself generally playing characters that let me bit a little bit light-hearted. I am reasonably certain that I can play serious characters, but I know that getting to post things which makes me chuckle as I write them keeps me far more engaged. I like fandom-y things (because I can't, apparently, still get enough Undertale, Adventure Time and various Nintendo stuff, good job brain), and non-fandom-y things, and will one day get around to rebooting a RP I'd made on here seven years ago.
In terms of games - well, I'll consider anything, except that. As can probably be gathered from my posts, I find myself generally playing characters that let me bit a little bit light-hearted. I am reasonably certain that I can play serious characters, but I know that getting to post things which makes me chuckle as I write them keeps me far more engaged. I like fandom-y things (because I can't, apparently, still get enough Undertale, Adventure Time and various Nintendo stuff, good job brain), and non-fandom-y things, and will one day get around to rebooting a RP I'd made on here seven years ago.
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Not sure what to post. Not much is happening atm.
Yeah, that's mostly on me, sorry - I'm a little busy until Friday, and if there's not been any movement by then, I'll make another post and try to get things moving a little. I've got some stuff planned for handling Fiddlesticks in the tunnels to run him through, and I've some thoughts about how I might explosively escalate things above ground if needs be.
I'm more of a Wish You Were Here person than a Dark Side Of The Moon person. But, having said that, it'd been so long since I'd listened to the first half of it, and re-listening to it, it's bloody marvellous. I was loathed to be the one to comment on this track, because it might mean people will skip it over and not listen to it. So if you're skimming over this 9/10 rating to click on whatever awful thing I'm going to end up posting, do yourself a favour, scroll up a post to @TheMadAsshatter's one and listen to that instead. Nobody's going to judge you harshly for it, least of all me.
It's kind of lovely to listen to video game music from games you've not played in years, and have so many memories flood back. Especially with @TwelveOf8's pick - it's moody, and melancholic, and made me go "you know, the Gabriel Knight series was actually quite neat". I would give it an eight out of ten.
GUYS IM SO SORRY!! I was supposed to get the post up last night, but this last week has been.... stressful. I had a mini freak out and I'm still a bit on edge, but it should be better. I'm going to get the post up tonight. No matter what. It just may not be as exciting and interesting as I was hoping.
No worries; life and health and general mental well-being should always take priority. It's nice to have you back though! Is there anything we can do to help in regards to the game that'd help take some of the stress off you? There's plenty of us here, we could probably share some of the workload to help get things started.
@Overlord24 @The1Rolling1Boy
is this dead....? I hope not, I'm just waiting others to catch up before posting again.
Same here! I'm hoping this game hasn't died (it would be just my luck to join a game and then it dies!).
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So, you game?
Let me take this to the Wonderful World Of PMs, where I can surreptitiously whisper things to you without fear of being overheard!
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Post is up. Breakfast is mostly devoured. Kitchen is almost tidied. The sewing machine has been packed away. The lark's on the wing. The snail's on the thorn. God's in His heaven. All's right with the world!
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"So that's how it is, huh? No 'good morning', no 'how's your mother', just straight to the insults and threa-"
The Brain was interrupted by the sound of a wooden bat exploding into a cloud of splinters and did what most normal people would do in such a situation; he flinched, ducked, and covered his precious face. In his defense, however, this was Henchman Training 101 and a good daily skincare routine gave him a face to die for, or indeed, kill for. The threat of roving gangs of unscrupulous cosmetic surgoens in some neighbourhoods was very real indeed.
Boss Hog, on the other hand, didn't move or flinch, and for his troubles, received quite a lot of damage to his suit and a few bloody scratches from the slpintering wood. He did not look like a model of civility and happiness prior to losing his bat, and whatever self-control that was holding him back from simply lashing out with his hands was beginning to fray. There were signs, subtle ones, that something was going to snap within Boss Hog at any moment - his jaw squared, his muscles tensing, his eyes narrowing. Maracun, still firmly in Toony's grip, knew the signs, and began to squirm about a little, trying to free himself to no avail.
"-threats, I was gonna say threats. You want this slimy fella? What's he to you lot? The Capatians own half the streets and throw the parties to prove it, the Heron's haven't got jack, you're picking the wrong bleeding fight here. Heron isn't worth it."
As far as appeals to reason and veiled threats went, it wasn't absolutely terrible, but it certainly lost a lot of it's impact as The Brain was still cowering slightly. Given the choice between trying to look imposing and not catching a bullet or a laser beam (or a dozen laser beams) to the face, he knew hat he wanted, and that was to be able to spend an hour looking in the mirror after all this was over to check for any errant splinters.
"Deploying towed array sonar!"
A little hatch on the back of the cleaner bot flipped open, and a long coil of rope explosively launched out from it. The rope had a string of little sensors mounted along it, each in it's own little clear plastic enclosure. The force of the deployment system knocked the cleaner robot on to it's face and, after scrambling back on to it's feet, it looked up to Fiddlesticks. It was smiling, clearly happy to provide some help, even if it's action was of very little help indeed. Quite why a cleaner bot would be equipped to detect submarines was something of a mystery, but it probably had something to do with the laundry system on board the Quest for Flavour.
The bees, above the whole sorry scene, happily waved down from the safety of a tunnel that intersected the ceiling of the one Fiddlesticks and the Cleaner Bot found themselves in. A rather flimsy grating provided a place for the bees to sit and watch what happens next; one of the more enterprising bees was taking bets. The odds weren't good.
From further down the tunnel, the mechanical sound of doors opening could be heard, and the water sounded just that little bit closer. The insects wound up their party and began to arrange themselves into neat rows, awaiting their own watery doom with a certain amount of dignity and grace.
The Brain was interrupted by the sound of a wooden bat exploding into a cloud of splinters and did what most normal people would do in such a situation; he flinched, ducked, and covered his precious face. In his defense, however, this was Henchman Training 101 and a good daily skincare routine gave him a face to die for, or indeed, kill for. The threat of roving gangs of unscrupulous cosmetic surgoens in some neighbourhoods was very real indeed.
Boss Hog, on the other hand, didn't move or flinch, and for his troubles, received quite a lot of damage to his suit and a few bloody scratches from the slpintering wood. He did not look like a model of civility and happiness prior to losing his bat, and whatever self-control that was holding him back from simply lashing out with his hands was beginning to fray. There were signs, subtle ones, that something was going to snap within Boss Hog at any moment - his jaw squared, his muscles tensing, his eyes narrowing. Maracun, still firmly in Toony's grip, knew the signs, and began to squirm about a little, trying to free himself to no avail.
"-threats, I was gonna say threats. You want this slimy fella? What's he to you lot? The Capatians own half the streets and throw the parties to prove it, the Heron's haven't got jack, you're picking the wrong bleeding fight here. Heron isn't worth it."
As far as appeals to reason and veiled threats went, it wasn't absolutely terrible, but it certainly lost a lot of it's impact as The Brain was still cowering slightly. Given the choice between trying to look imposing and not catching a bullet or a laser beam (or a dozen laser beams) to the face, he knew hat he wanted, and that was to be able to spend an hour looking in the mirror after all this was over to check for any errant splinters.
"Deploying towed array sonar!"
A little hatch on the back of the cleaner bot flipped open, and a long coil of rope explosively launched out from it. The rope had a string of little sensors mounted along it, each in it's own little clear plastic enclosure. The force of the deployment system knocked the cleaner robot on to it's face and, after scrambling back on to it's feet, it looked up to Fiddlesticks. It was smiling, clearly happy to provide some help, even if it's action was of very little help indeed. Quite why a cleaner bot would be equipped to detect submarines was something of a mystery, but it probably had something to do with the laundry system on board the Quest for Flavour.
The bees, above the whole sorry scene, happily waved down from the safety of a tunnel that intersected the ceiling of the one Fiddlesticks and the Cleaner Bot found themselves in. A rather flimsy grating provided a place for the bees to sit and watch what happens next; one of the more enterprising bees was taking bets. The odds weren't good.
From further down the tunnel, the mechanical sound of doors opening could be heard, and the water sounded just that little bit closer. The insects wound up their party and began to arrange themselves into neat rows, awaiting their own watery doom with a certain amount of dignity and grace.
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I suppose that a GM must always be at their best.
The GM Hat is weighty both with responsibility and those weird, brightly coloured decorate feathers they put on wedding hats.
Complaints about hats notwithstanding, I wouldn't feel too intimidated - some of it is because I know that I'll end up writing long, rambling things unless I give myself a bit of structure to follow and I'll rewrite stuff again and again and again until I'm happy with it. This is my third fourth attempt at writing this paragraph, for instance! If I start writing as things pop into my head, it turns into a complete mess.
Anyway, I'm going to read what I've got so far, have my breakfast, and get cracking with the day.
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