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I like writing about strange people put into uncomfortable situations that force them to think creatively to overcome them. Brain worms currently include the Yakuza franchise, The Last Sovereign JRPG, Dragon Age, WH40K, Disco Elysium, and True Detective. Writing sample down below.
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[A4GM] The Last Sovereign RPG Soft Retelling. (Fantasy worlds with practical problems.)
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
The Incubus King crossed the great sea, bringing with him his hordes of beasts whose magic bent the souls of their victims, turning them away from their kin. All who opposed his arrival fell, becoming his first human worshippers. With the great powers of the world joined together, all they could hope to do was end his relentless advance over the mountains that guarded them.
But they could not save those that already belonged to him. Their lives were forfeit, given away so that others could live in peace. For now.
Decades of peace had a way of breeding complacency, attention turning towards fiscal deficits, maritime trade, theology, and blueblood inbreeding.
Fortunately for them, you have been Chosen to save them. Hundreds have become Chosen before you and failed miserably, but you will undoubtedly, without a shred of doubt, be the one to defeat the Incubus King, and probably look really cool when you do it too. Maybe even do spin-kick to finish him off, tell him he has a small dick before saving the world once and for all.
...
No doubt.
///\\\
Hiya.
If you've already played the original game, then you can probably intuit where I'm going with this. If you haven't, then the premise is simple; a mustache twirling villain invaded a continent full of nations, conquered swathes of land, was stalled, and a tenuous peace established. The next few years saw countless idiot heroes chosen by the gods to defeat him only to be defeated in humiliating fashion, oftentimes not even meeting him.
It's a satirical game that takes the 'Professionals think about logistics' phrase to its most logical extreme content, making fun of fantasy tropes in an almost kind of Undertale / Deltarune fashion; the main character is subverted as not being the megapowerful and gifted CHOSEN, but their lackey veteran soldier guy with a smart head between his shoulders who wants to build a more tolerant, better world.
I don't actually care if we use the world presented in the original RPG. If we do? Cool. If you have a different setting (even a fandom) that can contain similar ideas? Also cool. I only really care about the details of addressing practical problems in fantastical worlds; politics, trade, production, land rights, all that jazz.
I'd also prefer the world to operate on less porn logic than even The Last Sovereign does - there can still be shameless moments of smut, I'd just prefer stuff like 'sex magic' not really exist ideally.
Kinks for this RP include a lot of what's in the original game. Concern for enthusiastic consent, moral dilemmas and conflicts being resolved in logical ways that setup sex, sex with multiple intelligent and competent people, meaningful romance, fantasy interracial, sexual realizations, warmth and positivity, service dommes caring for their partner's pleasure, aftercare, consideration.
But they could not save those that already belonged to him. Their lives were forfeit, given away so that others could live in peace. For now.
Decades of peace had a way of breeding complacency, attention turning towards fiscal deficits, maritime trade, theology, and blueblood inbreeding.
Fortunately for them, you have been Chosen to save them. Hundreds have become Chosen before you and failed miserably, but you will undoubtedly, without a shred of doubt, be the one to defeat the Incubus King, and probably look really cool when you do it too. Maybe even do spin-kick to finish him off, tell him he has a small dick before saving the world once and for all.
...
No doubt.
///\\\
"You understand basic economics?"
"... yes?"
"That's so fucking hot."
Hiya.
If you've already played the original game, then you can probably intuit where I'm going with this. If you haven't, then the premise is simple; a mustache twirling villain invaded a continent full of nations, conquered swathes of land, was stalled, and a tenuous peace established. The next few years saw countless idiot heroes chosen by the gods to defeat him only to be defeated in humiliating fashion, oftentimes not even meeting him.
It's a satirical game that takes the 'Professionals think about logistics' phrase to its most logical extreme content, making fun of fantasy tropes in an almost kind of Undertale / Deltarune fashion; the main character is subverted as not being the megapowerful and gifted CHOSEN, but their lackey veteran soldier guy with a smart head between his shoulders who wants to build a more tolerant, better world.
I don't actually care if we use the world presented in the original RPG. If we do? Cool. If you have a different setting (even a fandom) that can contain similar ideas? Also cool. I only really care about the details of addressing practical problems in fantastical worlds; politics, trade, production, land rights, all that jazz.
I'd also prefer the world to operate on less porn logic than even The Last Sovereign does - there can still be shameless moments of smut, I'd just prefer stuff like 'sex magic' not really exist ideally.
Kinks for this RP include a lot of what's in the original game. Concern for enthusiastic consent, moral dilemmas and conflicts being resolved in logical ways that setup sex, sex with multiple intelligent and competent people, meaningful romance, fantasy interracial, sexual realizations, warmth and positivity, service dommes caring for their partner's pleasure, aftercare, consideration.
Looking to GM for someone interested in playing two or a handful of female heroes in a short-term story.
PEACE
LAND
BREAD
Ten thousand miles of scorched earth stretch out in every direction from where she watches. Priests, mages, and agriculturalists whose professions she'd forgotten the name of long ago work day and night in another decade long attempt to bring it back to life. Every few hours they'd stumble upon another pamphlet or banner before turning it over to the tired soldiers overlooking them. They'd burn it, or peddle it away on a black market somewhere where it'd end up in the hands of some two bit warlord claiming to be the Overlord's successor, claiming it as evidence for their claim.
Maybe they would even succeed.
More likely they'd just end up being hung or shot in the head like countless others before them, but not before setting alight more farmland and emptying as many towns and cities before they'd gone.
For ten years the world had been this way. Recognizing it would be impossible- truly impossible. Any trustworthy, modern map wouldn't depict a single kingdom or state that had existed ten years ago, for they were all gone. The Overlord had ground them into dust, or fallen to the rabble in the wave of riots and revolutions that had taken place after her disappearance. The Overlord's defeat had put an end to the onslaught of her demons, the tireless marching and mass slaughters that had taken place; but it also meant an end to the grain doll. Land redistribution, road construction, an end to commercial taxes traveling between fiefs- post offices, and, most importantly...
The paladin glanced down to a patch of sullied, burnt out dirt and made a face. Flashes of gold shimmered beneath her feet, their roots going deep. The potato had stayed. Of all the things the demons had brought with them through their portals, of course the potato had survived. It was the sole survivor of the destruction wrought.
Of course.
A smile stretches across her face despite herself, knowing that wallowing would do her no good. It was the time for reminiscing, but not of that sort. A dear friend of hers had reached out for the first time in a decade, inviting her to their home. Their home brought a deluge of memories, not all of them kind, but she'd never been one to cower in fear of her own thoughts. It had been the place where she and her companions had defeated the Overlord, and, if what the letter had said was correct, the day of their reunion would be the anniversary to celebrate it.
Well. It was better than looking over these old men. Her job had been to make sure the Overlord's influence was scoured from the land- especially her propaganda. She'd been sure to save one, but she'd never bothered to learn demonic. The scribble on it, unfolded, meant nothing to her. All she could see were three words in thick violet text, just like the rest.
She'd never understand what had drawn the peasants to her, and, thankfully, she'd never have to worry about it again.
A fellowship of heroines is summoned to an old companion's castle to celebrate the defeat of a woman, a demon, that had once nearly conquered the world. Except, of course, plot twist, their friend has turned on them and sold them out- oops. Cue them being dominated and used by said demon in a revenge-fueled hatefuck as she happily takes her time using the bodies of the women that had thwarted her so long ago.
I wouldn't expect anything serious or long-term out of this unless we really hit it off. I'm a novella/advanced writer who enjoys lesbianism (their friend could be a male though, no complaints), spankings, femdom, cunnilingus, body worship, forced bisexuality/lesbianism, mind control, dub-con, exhibitionism, interracial (fantasy and otherwise), orgies, priest/paladins/nuns/clerics being defiled, forced and voluntary chastity, chastity being ruined, and the vast majority of vanilla and more mild things.
My limits are tentacles, feral animals, non-con, toys, choking, and most other things of that caliber. If you have to ask, then it's on this list. I don't enjoy extreme kinks.
PEACE
LAND
BREAD
Ten thousand miles of scorched earth stretch out in every direction from where she watches. Priests, mages, and agriculturalists whose professions she'd forgotten the name of long ago work day and night in another decade long attempt to bring it back to life. Every few hours they'd stumble upon another pamphlet or banner before turning it over to the tired soldiers overlooking them. They'd burn it, or peddle it away on a black market somewhere where it'd end up in the hands of some two bit warlord claiming to be the Overlord's successor, claiming it as evidence for their claim.
Maybe they would even succeed.
More likely they'd just end up being hung or shot in the head like countless others before them, but not before setting alight more farmland and emptying as many towns and cities before they'd gone.
For ten years the world had been this way. Recognizing it would be impossible- truly impossible. Any trustworthy, modern map wouldn't depict a single kingdom or state that had existed ten years ago, for they were all gone. The Overlord had ground them into dust, or fallen to the rabble in the wave of riots and revolutions that had taken place after her disappearance. The Overlord's defeat had put an end to the onslaught of her demons, the tireless marching and mass slaughters that had taken place; but it also meant an end to the grain doll. Land redistribution, road construction, an end to commercial taxes traveling between fiefs- post offices, and, most importantly...
The paladin glanced down to a patch of sullied, burnt out dirt and made a face. Flashes of gold shimmered beneath her feet, their roots going deep. The potato had stayed. Of all the things the demons had brought with them through their portals, of course the potato had survived. It was the sole survivor of the destruction wrought.
Of course.
A smile stretches across her face despite herself, knowing that wallowing would do her no good. It was the time for reminiscing, but not of that sort. A dear friend of hers had reached out for the first time in a decade, inviting her to their home. Their home brought a deluge of memories, not all of them kind, but she'd never been one to cower in fear of her own thoughts. It had been the place where she and her companions had defeated the Overlord, and, if what the letter had said was correct, the day of their reunion would be the anniversary to celebrate it.
Well. It was better than looking over these old men. Her job had been to make sure the Overlord's influence was scoured from the land- especially her propaganda. She'd been sure to save one, but she'd never bothered to learn demonic. The scribble on it, unfolded, meant nothing to her. All she could see were three words in thick violet text, just like the rest.
She'd never understand what had drawn the peasants to her, and, thankfully, she'd never have to worry about it again.
A fellowship of heroines is summoned to an old companion's castle to celebrate the defeat of a woman, a demon, that had once nearly conquered the world. Except, of course, plot twist, their friend has turned on them and sold them out- oops. Cue them being dominated and used by said demon in a revenge-fueled hatefuck as she happily takes her time using the bodies of the women that had thwarted her so long ago.
I wouldn't expect anything serious or long-term out of this unless we really hit it off. I'm a novella/advanced writer who enjoys lesbianism (their friend could be a male though, no complaints), spankings, femdom, cunnilingus, body worship, forced bisexuality/lesbianism, mind control, dub-con, exhibitionism, interracial (fantasy and otherwise), orgies, priest/paladins/nuns/clerics being defiled, forced and voluntary chastity, chastity being ruined, and the vast majority of vanilla and more mild things.
My limits are tentacles, feral animals, non-con, toys, choking, and most other things of that caliber. If you have to ask, then it's on this list. I don't enjoy extreme kinks.
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