Seems interesting... how much prior knowledge of the book series is needed to function?
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That's right. It goes in the square hole.
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Got called into work at 12:15 AM to cover a midnight shift because the guy is on vaca and the supervisor didn't plan ahead on it.
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"Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow." - T.S. Elliot
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I find that what's harder to think of than the deleted pbp sites are the ones that are still up, but completely devoid of life. Like looking at an abandoned city.
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Being 'sad' or depressed used to be the fuel behind my writing. But lately I feel like that emotional state is more hindering to my creative process than helpful. How do I adjust for this?
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Not born in a log cabin, I came into the RPing venture around 2009 and quickly joined about twenty roleplays more than I should have at the time. I've been around the internet in that time span, participated in and run RPs on multiple forums, and brushed shoulders with a wide variety of players and characters. Getting to work with new people has always been part of the allure of the experience.
My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
Post-Rock enthusiast
My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
Post-Rock enthusiast
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@BunniesOfDoom Checking in boss! Been like two weeks, you good?
Pretty sure I'm up in the post order. If not tonight, I'll have a post up tomorrow.
I can't say that I have a "dream RP." But I do have moments that I would love, someday, to play out in an RP setting.
1. "Super Saiyan Moment."
Basically just wanting to play out a character having a rage/truama-induced burst of power; potentially even a transformation if the setting allows for it or I can otherwise validate it in the context of my CS.
2. "You saved me from myself."
I've imagined a few of my characters having scenes like this. They're at the end of their rope, most likely on the edge of escalating aggression/violence to a level that is dangerous for them long term. Think the classic superhero (Batman is a good one for this) ideal where killing a criminal is a line they will never cross. Would love to play out an instance of my own character prepared to pull that "trigger," knowing that once they cross that bridge, they won't be coming back from it; then have it cut into by someone who's character stays mine's hand. The following scene would see my character looking at my partner's and giving a comment on how that person rescued them from permanently changing the core of who they are.
1. "Super Saiyan Moment."
Basically just wanting to play out a character having a rage/truama-induced burst of power; potentially even a transformation if the setting allows for it or I can otherwise validate it in the context of my CS.
2. "You saved me from myself."
I've imagined a few of my characters having scenes like this. They're at the end of their rope, most likely on the edge of escalating aggression/violence to a level that is dangerous for them long term. Think the classic superhero (Batman is a good one for this) ideal where killing a criminal is a line they will never cross. Would love to play out an instance of my own character prepared to pull that "trigger," knowing that once they cross that bridge, they won't be coming back from it; then have it cut into by someone who's character stays mine's hand. The following scene would see my character looking at my partner's and giving a comment on how that person rescued them from permanently changing the core of who they are.
This is gonna be a little long winded, and maybe a little out there to some, but I have two:
- Creative Suppression
- Ghosting
Creative suppression can take many forms, including argumentative approaches to controlling the other RPer’s/Character’s actions or outcomes, Godmodding, or banishing individuals or projects from a platform without just cause. These are just three of many. RP should be an exercise of collaborative creativity. You shouldn’t feel like you’re being stymied too much by your partners, DMs, or even moderators/admins. If you are, at best, have a conversation to address it. In the most extreme cases, its better to say “I don’t think this is gonna work,” and move on.
Ghosting is not just a personal pet peeve. It’s a documented online phenomenon with potentially damaging psychological effects depending on the context. Studies have been published since 2010 about this one, so it’s a named and documented contributor to a growing global epidemic of psychological distress (THAT IS NOT HYPERBOLE). Long standing RP partners are not exempt from this, especially if strong friendships or other close relationships are involved. Even early ghosting can build frustrations, so maybe we should be reconsidering those actions more thoughtfully.
Relevant PSA: I have the following advice built on experience. In RP, if you have a problem with the story or with someone, be open to discussing and working things out, even if it might get heated at times. Be wary that, when you ghost someone, you’re not doing it to an AI. There are thinking, feeling human beings behind those digital connections. Please try to be mindful when you engage with people online. Yes, be wary of ill intent, but if you forge a strong connection, maybe think twice before severing it, especially if you’re under stress that’s not the fault of the other party. You may cause them more severe distress than you realize… Got personal experience with this one…
Let’s build each other up instead, as much as we can, yea?
In terms of being ghosted by RP partners: that's something that everyone could stand to take with a grain of salt. Life is like to throw curveballs. Holding someone that you only really know via RPing in contempt for falling off is a bit unfair, IMO; someone in one of my Discord servers has also expressed that ghosting by RP partners has turned them off of RPing as a whole, which I feel is a bit extreme. I would be inclined to contend that much of the ghosting that really leaves people scarred is that done by people then know IRL/Away from keyboard. I know for myself at least, it's the people that I've met and bonded with in-person whose ghosting really has me down. Granted, if it's someone who specifically ghosted on you, but otherwise stayed around and worked with other people, yeah, that's a red flag in my book.
Not being too headstrong with one's own ideas and plotlines is pivotal. Willingness to bend on world building and lore aspects (within what's established) to allow someone to get more meaningfully involved. Willness work scenes between one's own character(s) and those of another into what one is already intending to do. Just a few lines of thought.
Caitlin Cade
Ka-Kunk, Ka-kunk, Ka-kunk
Caitlin brushed a loose strand of hair away from her eyes. She cut quickly to her right side, narrowly avoiding a collision with a startled pedestrian, and landed with a clunk as her board dropped from the sidewalk and onto the side of the street. A car horn blasted through her eardrums; she straightened her course and hugged the curb for a few seconds. With a clear run of walk just ahead, she popped an ollie and got herself back off of the street, and dragged to a stop. Curiously, she looked over her shoulder, catching a a few middle fingers sticking up in her wake. She merely shrugged in apology. Adjusting her stance she pushed off and continued her roll.
Caitlin brushed a loose strand of hair away from her eyes. She cut quickly to her right side, narrowly avoiding a collision with a startled pedestrian, and landed with a clunk as her board dropped from the sidewalk and onto the side of the street. A car horn blasted through her eardrums; she straightened her course and hugged the curb for a few seconds. With a clear run of walk just ahead, she popped an ollie and got herself back off of the street, and dragged to a stop. Curiously, she looked over her shoulder, catching a a few middle fingers sticking up in her wake. She merely shrugged in apology. Adjusting her stance she pushed off and continued her roll.
"Fuckin' skate punk!"
"Bloody cunt!"
"Bloody cunt!"
A few choice jeers and insults rang out in chorus from behind her, most drowned out by more blaring horns as motorists lashed out at either her or the people driving in front of them. As usual, she ignored them. Unlike usual, this wasn't because she couldn't care less; her head was elsewhere this morning, hence the 'rare' near-miss one hundred feet behind her.
Cait's ride was uncommonly tame on this morning. Short of her ollie, which was too trivial to be considered, she hadn't done much in the way of tricks or fancy msneuvering; there had been no flips of her board, no grinding along rails or wheeling along ledges, no carves through the foot traffic, no manuals, and no leaping steps. Where she'd normally seek to make a spectacle of herself, she instead kept her head low and her hype to a whisper. Her mind was away from the then and there, weighed down by thoughts of the recent past and the future to come, dulling the relishing for the moment.
It had been barely two weeks since her outing in the Royal Parks. The exileration of fleeing the Matilda Statue had been blunted by a hard takedown by an upstart constable. Fuckin' Nick Angel. The hearing had come and gone more quickly than she had thought it would, and the community service sentence came with the stipulation of her remaining in London until her time was served; no venturing out to competitions, or to scope out more exotic spots across the channel like she had planned on. The short leash had struck her more than actually being arrested and how that might impact any future she'd have. Equally frustrating was that the police had confiscated her preferred board... one she had shelled a significant amount of her earnings on, as "collateral"; she had made due with an older one, but it just wasn't the same.
Setbacks for sure.
But what her reflection centered on was the reactions among her family. Naturally, the younger generations were gitty about it all. Some of her cousins, aunts, and uncles had found it funny to know that her "degenerate" lifestyle had finally caught up with her in meaningful way. Others, more like her, shared in her initial exhileration; it was as a rite of passage to have one's first true run-in with the law; for the first day or two even she had fancied herself a 'true skater' for having been hauled off in cuffs. But then came the hearing, and the dissappointment in the eyes of her parents... Cait could manage their disapproval of her path in life; the feeling from them that she had taken it too far was harder to work through. Surely, she thought, they'd have her shuffled to University to get a "real career" as soon as her stint with community service was over.
The reflections and the otherwise uneventful ride came to an end as Cait rolled up to the Community Center. Approaching the entrance, she dismounted and kicked her board up into her hands. Reluctantly, she handed her ride over to an officer awaiting her in the lobby. In exchange she received an orange jumpsuit, and was told to change and meet out on the dock. She carried the suit unceremoniously to the women's locker room, where a locker had been temporarily assigned to her. She checked the names assigned to the other lockers, hoping there would be a familiar face among them, but there was no such luck on the X chromosome. She shrugged, figuring she'd catch a familar face among the others, and proceeded to swap her street clothes for the prison attire.
Cait's ride was uncommonly tame on this morning. Short of her ollie, which was too trivial to be considered, she hadn't done much in the way of tricks or fancy msneuvering; there had been no flips of her board, no grinding along rails or wheeling along ledges, no carves through the foot traffic, no manuals, and no leaping steps. Where she'd normally seek to make a spectacle of herself, she instead kept her head low and her hype to a whisper. Her mind was away from the then and there, weighed down by thoughts of the recent past and the future to come, dulling the relishing for the moment.
It had been barely two weeks since her outing in the Royal Parks. The exileration of fleeing the Matilda Statue had been blunted by a hard takedown by an upstart constable. Fuckin' Nick Angel. The hearing had come and gone more quickly than she had thought it would, and the community service sentence came with the stipulation of her remaining in London until her time was served; no venturing out to competitions, or to scope out more exotic spots across the channel like she had planned on. The short leash had struck her more than actually being arrested and how that might impact any future she'd have. Equally frustrating was that the police had confiscated her preferred board... one she had shelled a significant amount of her earnings on, as "collateral"; she had made due with an older one, but it just wasn't the same.
Setbacks for sure.
But what her reflection centered on was the reactions among her family. Naturally, the younger generations were gitty about it all. Some of her cousins, aunts, and uncles had found it funny to know that her "degenerate" lifestyle had finally caught up with her in meaningful way. Others, more like her, shared in her initial exhileration; it was as a rite of passage to have one's first true run-in with the law; for the first day or two even she had fancied herself a 'true skater' for having been hauled off in cuffs. But then came the hearing, and the dissappointment in the eyes of her parents... Cait could manage their disapproval of her path in life; the feeling from them that she had taken it too far was harder to work through. Surely, she thought, they'd have her shuffled to University to get a "real career" as soon as her stint with community service was over.
The reflections and the otherwise uneventful ride came to an end as Cait rolled up to the Community Center. Approaching the entrance, she dismounted and kicked her board up into her hands. Reluctantly, she handed her ride over to an officer awaiting her in the lobby. In exchange she received an orange jumpsuit, and was told to change and meet out on the dock. She carried the suit unceremoniously to the women's locker room, where a locker had been temporarily assigned to her. She checked the names assigned to the other lockers, hoping there would be a familiar face among them, but there was no such luck on the X chromosome. She shrugged, figuring she'd catch a familar face among the others, and proceeded to swap her street clothes for the prison attire.
Cait exited from a side door out to the dock and strode toward the cluster if orange lined up along the rail. On a few steps she tried to push off before remembering she didn't have a skateboard underfoot. Slightly embarrassed, she took a spot in the line up and listened to Officer Tony's speil. It was about as predictable as a commencement speech, and Cait only half-listened to it as she cut glances along the line, marking a pair of familiar faces. Henry, a local bartender, was there; Cait and her friends had gotten kicked out of his place at least a dozen times. Then there was Prince, with whom Cait and her crew had hung out frequently, given the overlap of skate and graffiti culture. The next six months wouldn't be too bad with him around, she figured.
Once Tony pressed them for any questions, Cait dialed back in. "Influence, huh?" She doubted she'd influence anyone to do anything but trick off of other historic monuments. "I reckon when they see us fishing shit out of the harbour they'll be turned off of doing anything fun."
Once Tony pressed them for any questions, Cait dialed back in. "Influence, huh?" She doubted she'd influence anyone to do anything but trick off of other historic monuments. "I reckon when they see us fishing shit out of the harbour they'll be turned off of doing anything fun."
GOD IS LORD
Or...
Is Lord God?
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Probably won't be until tonight that I get my post up.
Prozac is definitely not "drugs" I mean they are drugs but they're not "drugs" Cocaine is "drugs"
I'm preferrable to shrooms and acid, personally. But to each their own.
It's been some time since last I've set down for a battle. I seek either someone that I can fancy myself equal to (or perhaps slightly better than), or a superior (I've no doubt there are plenty still floating around) with the patience to help me regain my footing. I can manifest a character sheet in somewhat short order, though I would prefer, if possible, to keep this affair simple and friendly enough to use our introductory posts to establish necessary information.
Setting/locale will be at the discretion of whomever accepts to join me.
Setting/locale will be at the discretion of whomever accepts to join me.
I've been back and forth on this matter over the years, but as of present:
roleplayerguild.com/posts/5606410
Sarah. She's come and gone over the course of the years. She's been rewritten into multiple RP universes across multiple forums. She's easily the character whose creation I've agonized over the most becuase I want to do her justice and make her more than just an RP character; I've occasionally delved into the world building to give her a unique origin universe (though that project is slow-going at the moment). In the RP context, she would be my most recurring character, and most likely to exist across multiple RPs.
roleplayerguild.com/posts/5606410
Sarah. She's come and gone over the course of the years. She's been rewritten into multiple RP universes across multiple forums. She's easily the character whose creation I've agonized over the most becuase I want to do her justice and make her more than just an RP character; I've occasionally delved into the world building to give her a unique origin universe (though that project is slow-going at the moment). In the RP context, she would be my most recurring character, and most likely to exist across multiple RPs.
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