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Section #1: Jig Being Right


It has come to my attention, that I am primarily right and drunk.

Jig is completely right.


Jig is right.


[11.01.50] Gowi:

Jig is right. Feel free to send that along.


[Jig is] 100% correct.


Jig was right 8 months ago, and is still right.


I love you, Jig. It's because you're Always Right™.


Once again, Jig is absolutely right about this.


Where is Jig when I need to vent about politics?
Drunk.


The mighty Jig is of course right.


Section #2: Jig's RP's


I'm not post-dating RP's I've been in that died out of nowhere and I've basically forgotten about, so here are my present ones.

Current:

Previous:

Wolf Manor (GM)

Wink Murder (GM)

Project Rehab (Player)

The Kidnapping (Player)

Wink murder: Who Killed Mr. Jig? (GM)

Finite Incantatem (Co-GM)

New Dawn Rising (Player)

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FLAGRANT ATTEMPT TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT

This bitch is about people that just don't get what an RP is about. Suppose you made an IC, stressing an attempt to be realistic and understated in the setting and somebody posts about how it would just be better if it was anime-styled.

It's not just that I, the GM, disagree (otherwise I'd have made it that way). This person didn't get the whole fundamental concept of the RP - and felt the need to post on the IC to tell me this. Cheers for that.
Once introductions are done, how're we doing this? Are we doing posting rounds or just free-for-all-ing as appropriate?
I've never seen anybody else with even the faintest interest in Gorebyss before :3

Accepted. :)
Lambda said
I'll wait until you've posted to post.


It's all you.

I'll do a bit of a reccy over the post later today because I'm currently horrifically drunk and I probably made a couple of mistakes, but the red line of spellingfail didn't really make an appearance and I read it over so hopefully it's mostly fine anyway.
The past six months had been full of new experiences. This was one of them. Most of them hadn't been the most pleasant. Though not the worst, Stuart couldn't help but have his internal organs squirm a little as all eyes turned on him to introduce himself. Apparently introductions would be given in an anticlockwise direction. He hadn't been in a group of people remotely relevant to his life that didn't know his name for the best part of a decade. How times change.

He wondered what part of him had expected that a group of strangers on the other side of the Atlantic might recognise him. Foolish. He had, of course, spent the most prominent part of his career ducking the spotlight and telling journalists what to write - until they stopped listening to him, anyway. Even the realistic part of his mind, that one he tried to listen to above all others, hadn't imagined he might have to give his own introduction. He wasn't a big shot any more.

At least, he supposed they wouldn't read the British tabloids' version.

He had arrived almost a week prior. There was hardly any real inclination to stay in the UK and he was grateful to leave, truth be told. Even, yes, to America. What was it again? That land of the free, home of the brave, and a place where the interntationally disgraced could tacitly get off an airoplane without being assaulted by the press. He had, in the third week of the trial, bought a pint of milk from a local cornershop and seen his face on the front page of every newspaper on the rack. The following day, he read an article with comments supplied by the same shopkeeper that served him, claiming that he was "tired-looking" and that he "must be guilty". It was hardly a consolation that twelve men, good and true, had acquitted him of all charges when his name and picture were in every paper. Especially when he was indeed tired, and technically actually guilty.

The newfound quietness, not one the Englishman traditionally associated with the United States, had been a welcome reprieve, but a painful reminder that things were, indeed, newly quiet. He'd had one quiet phonecall with his mother since he arrived at the BUC and, other than that, he'd basically stayed in his appartment, emerging only for the purposes of acquiring food. Still, provided accommodation and a decent paycheque (if not quite his previous eyewatering salary) - could be worse. The appartment was rather nice, too. Once he had his affairs sorted, and his bank balance slightly healthier-looking, he'd had every intention of finding his own place in anticipation of a dungy cupboard with half a bed in it and a loud snorer next door, with a well-sexed lothario on the other side. It was spacious and roomy and the sofa was almost obscenely comfortable, to the point where he wondered what the point in the bed was at all. The porter had politely indicated that it was a little bare but he should feel free to decorate it so that it felt like home. He'd smiled, and equally politely said that he might well, with no real intention of doing anything of the sort. A vase of flowers and a commercially mass-produced Banksy scribble did not a home make. Home was not simply a dwelling. Home was not having to introduce oneself to a room of strangers. Home was knowing the name of the person that made your tea for you but not actually having to bother asking them.

He sipped his coffee. The moment of truth.

"I'm Stuart Front. I don't know if you follow British news, but, yes, I'm that Stuart Front. Anyhow, I'm formerly the Press Officer and personal adviser to the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom," he paused, and tried to gage the other faces in the room before pressing on quicly, "So I have a little experience in the field of press relations and being an all-round people person. I could natter for hours with graphs and charts about polls and people's interests and social demography but don't worry - I wouldn't do that to you," he smiled. A feeble, self-depricating joke, inoffensive but just enough to put a tiny pinprick in the tension, "Anyway, I've been here since Tuesday, so I'm also happy to give a little tour if anybody would like one."

He turned, with the rest of the room, to the chair on his right.
The conversation doesn't naturally flow to introduce anybody else. Can I bunny (gently Godmod) to introduce Stuart?
So, I didn't link to it...

http://198.58.124.212:3000/topics/49449/posts/ooc
Character Hole:

NeonCorp:
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Team Indigo:
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Critic:
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Welcome to Pokemon: Indigo Version.

This is an adult, darker take on Pokemon set in a somewhat dystopian society. The shady NeonCorp dominates the region and democracy is a joke. This is a world of red-light districts and barren wastelands where people and Pokemon get hurt. This is not happy-clappy anime land where ten year-olds befriend hulking monsters and talk about the power of friendship. The real world is somewhat rougher.

Critics, though few and far between, have always wondered if the Scarlet Conference, a huge yearly tournament, was just a distraction from something more important happening. Of course, their communications have to be subtle, before they are silenced.

Exactly what is NeonCorp up to?
More importantly, whose side are you on?


There is a bit of plot to this, but I'm looking for the RP to be player-driven. If the players drive the plot in a direction different to what I have planned, I will go with that and either change the plot or use it as a backdrop to whatever unfolds. There's a buttload of information below. Don't feel obliged to read all of it, but it's a backdrop to the RP so it will come in handy. If you simply want to sandbox in the world I've created, I'm well on-board with that.

Rules:
  • Standard stuff about godmoding, etc

  • "Acceptable spelling and grammar required" - if you can't spell or get basic grammar right, that will annoy me. I don't think there's any excuse for getting it wrong. If you don't think you can get it right, this really isn't the RP for you. Post length, I'm not fussed about, so long as we can avoid one-liners.

  • This is a story about trainers, not about their Pokemon.

  • I accept people can't post every day, but once a week as a minimum might be nice. Either way, please keep in touch so I know when/if I can expect posts from you if you're inactive.

  • Above all - have fun!










A'ight, I probably won't be able to get on this evening or much tomorrow, so I'm gonna stick up the OoC on the quick because there seems to be a bit of interest and hopefully there'll be a little more in the OoC.

It's basically gonna be the same as this, but with a couple of RP rules but you probably know what they are already.
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