Kaithe Dame

The Last Jedi. [GM4APlayingF, Knights of the Old Republic 2.]

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[GM4F] The Marked Lands - Exploring my handcrafted, DND 5E Based World!

OP is a good partner.

Dragon Age: Unmaker.

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Dragon Age: Unmaker.

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The War of Belief. [KOTOR '3' / SWTOR.]

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The War of Belief. [KOTOR '3' / SWTOR.]

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The Force is Hell. [SIGNALIS / Star War or WH40K, open to original]

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The Force is Hell. [SIGNALIS / Star War or WH40K, open to original]

This post is looking for a GM. I have posts where I GM in my profile, or, if you just want something that's much kinder and happier. My partner's IRL gender isn't relevant to me; a knowledge of SIGNALIS is not necessary, although it is appreciated.

Trigger warning; mutual albeit toxic love. Violence. Borderline slavery and abuse in the workplace.

Hey there. For every person that happens to be interested in Signalis and Star Wars whether they know it or not, I've decided to create a mashup of involving my favorite part of Star Wars; episode 2 of season 2 of Visions. In my addled imagination of the way this might come together the story is an strange and 'not-quite-right' view of Star Wars similar to the way Screecher's Ridge presents the Sith Mother; whether or not quite like that or not depending on further workshopping of the prompt. The Force, the politics of the galaxy and its Sith and Jedi; none of them should be normal, and instead experiencing shifts of character and presence that cannot be rationalized. Maybe this world is entirely detached from Star Wars and is just an AU, maybe it's in the delirious mind of the main character, or maybe it's a fun bit of meta commentary on how 'nothing changes' in Star Wars due to corporate creativity rot. The WH40K alternative to that is a fairly similar idea albeit replacing a Force Sensitive woman with a, I'd imagine, psyker. A Hiver toiling away on one of half a billion different urban hellholes.

In essence, pulling at that late-game text of Signalis from Andler --

"IT'S LIKE EVERYTHING WAS TAKEN APART AND PUT TOGETHER BY SOMEBODY WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND HOW IT WORKS."

This, in theory, frames the entire RP. More than simply giving some love to a piece of love to my new favorite Indie title, it, hopefully, will allow us to explore a whole new series of angles to Star Wars. Probably mildly disturbing ones; all the Yuuzhan Vong fans will probably be raving over all the weird flesh horror they get to do. The main character in my head is a woman like Daal; a Force-gifted working within the confines of an industrial world, toiling away like millions of others with only the dreams of a better life keeping her going. In our version of it however, I'm imagining that they've developed a sickening, obsessive relationship with a childhood friend of theirs, one that further fuels their desire to become a Sith and free themselves from the urban hell of their homeworld . . . and probably slap a slave collar on them.

This should be a toxic relationship. One bent on control and domination and strength, bordering on the edge of sanity in just how impulsive and inescapable all their thoughts are on this person they've fallen in love with. The main character dreams of giving both of them a better life together, but they also dream of doing horrible and unspeakable things to them; whether because they're a broken individual, or because of the Dark Side, or . . .

You probably get the idea, reader. This is a warped love story from the perspective of a deeply insecure, self-hating Sith apprentice who despises herself for not being strong enough to kill their overseers and free their friends; but not for what's supposed to be altruistic, heroic reasons.

They've got a sick mind.

Prompt Album Galore; now including Chinese ASOIAF.

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[F4GM] Star Wars The Old Republic: A Parody of You.

THEY SEEM BEAUTIFUL AT FIRST

BUT THEN YOU SEE

THEIR TOO LONG FACES

THEIR EYES ALL BLACK

LIKE A PARODY OF YOU

IT'S REALLY SUCH A TERRIBLE THING TO KNOW

Prologue: THE GIRL

The room, which otherwise should have been pitched to darkness, screamed into a shower of light and awe as the two sabers met, each holo-projected pixel chosen with a degree of care that the girl nearly yelped. It was perfect. The twist of their bodies, the symmetry of their movements to one another, each clash of their weapons louder than the last until she had to turn it down in fear of her caretakers taking the projector away.

It was a crime, having to deafen herself to the beautiful noise of it. This episode was the climax of three seasons of buildup to the reveal of the dreadful Jedi and the Sith that would destroy him, and the artists behind it had left nothing to the imagination. Even their sweat began to bubble and burst as it grew closer to their weapons, and if she leaned close enough herself...

Was it real? Did she really feel the warmth of their weapons? That most majestic of blade?

Four minutes. It takes four minutes from beginning to end for the Sith, Darth Marr himself, to finally bring their great enemy to their knees, a wound dragged across their hip that could not go unattended for long, even for one as powerful as they.

They would have cheered, bouncing on their bed, if not for the words that came next.

"Too long."

Watcher and Jedi alike look up in sudden silence, confused as to why the Republic's champion is still alive.

"You have spent too long on your knees, as so many of you have. So many of us. An entire galaxy. Why? Why, why?"

Marr rarely spoke, even this pretend version of him. She held her breath, watching, their single eye wide.

"Apathy. The acceptance of what has been must be. Even the act of caring about your own existence is a challenge we all must face. Hated enemy - I believe you care. Kneel no longer. Help me destroy the cynical of the old. Please."

Silence. No music plays. The girl stares, nearly crushing the holoprojector in her hands, and can only bite her lip as the Jedi recovers before she does, watching Marr with disbelief as they stand - and releasing a choking breath when the Sith embraces him, cutting the feed in an instant with one final word.

"Brother."

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Hi.

I'm looking for a GM interested in a story set within the universe of the Old Republic centered on a slave who will embark on a journey very loosely inspired by the Warrior class storyline. I don't care about canon and welcome the introduction of any and all OCs and original storylines.

Topics for this story in the form of keynotes are 'Sith Power Rangers,' misinformation, the True Sith being horrifying, fascism, horror with levity, true love and compassion in strange places, the effects of propaganda, and cool action scenes. middle-aged characters being able to go on adventures too (inspired by Yakuza.)

And, yes, our main lead watches cartoons where Sith were portrayed as Power Rangers via imperial propaganda. This has an arguably adverse effect on her as an adult.

Lore ahderency is whatever. Fandom RPing should is a convenience for me.