Welp, let's hope that one works for me. Oh yeah, I wanna make a new character sooner or later. I'm thinking on it.
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8 yrs ago
So apparently, business shorts are a thing that exists. All I can say is... why?
9 yrs ago
Been busy lately, courtesy of the guy who thought that it was a good idea to have 3 assignments and a test due in the same week.
9 yrs ago
Cards against humanity is... more certainly something else
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9 yrs ago
*Person with Seeing Eye dog stops right next to me* *Goes to pet the dog* *Sees "Please don't pet the dog" sign* ;-; I cry every time
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Anyone remember the period a little after guildfall, when the site didn't have a lot of work put into it, the servers went down pretty often and people were moving out? We waited and waited until boom, Mahz made America the guild great again. That was about where I left off.
My mistake was trying to take on everything at once (and being cringy as hell but I mean come on). Well now I'm back, and better than ever.
And I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of having a good time.
My mistake was trying to take on everything at once (and being cringy as hell but I mean come on). Well now I'm back, and better than ever.
And I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of having a good time.
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As Thomas and his puppet stalked away from the black guild hall, he checked the feed on his puppet and was somewhat alarmed to see a new enigmatic figure with some authority, one that he didn't recognize. He had a vague idea of who it could be, some suspect rumors about the secret leader of the sweepers, but when he dug around for info, he came up short and the credibility of the original poster was questionable. And it wasn't his point to chase up rumors anyway, he wasn't trying to make a tabloid. He'd rather rely on the facts he had, and the fact was that he had no idea who this new figure was.
Thomas, acting as his metal puppet, glanced around his surroundings once more, making sure that the black building was the same as it had been since he last checked in, before moving his puppet down. His avatar stumbled a little and he momentarily cut his skill to see that he'd bumped into a half destroyed wall. He clicked his tongue in annoyance before dodging around the wall to continue on his journey. He could walk while sharing his sight, technically, but he couldn't see small obstacles or things at a distance. His puppet made up for it somewhat, he could get it to notify him if it detected something within a certain range, but the range was limited so it only helped a little. Nevertheless, that was all he had to work with.
He turned his sense share back on. He directed his puppet to move out of the building into another one, slightly closer to the action itself. On a floor lower this time, because he was sure that they were talking about something important and he wanted to hear about it. On the second floor of a slightly shorter building, he settled his puppet and began listening. A quick check of the names of the amassed avatars revealed that the new figure's name was Dark Wraith, not that it meant much to him. He spotted a familiar face, paper moon, and the rest were strangers.
"Soldiers, I suppose." Thomas thought idly.
As he listened he was reminded of an elaborate chess game, or a strategy game, like command and conquer or something. It seemed an apt comparison as Dark Wraith was like the Queen while someone like Paper Moon was a bishop. Arms Slave was like a knight, or maybe a Rook, who went with the guild's best interests in mind. The pieces moved to react to the enemy's movements, in this case, an assault on the marketplace. Thomas was about to move his soldier to follow the detachment heading to the battlefield when he was interrupted by a tap on his back. He immediately stopped walking and cut his skill. As his vision returned to normal he was suddenly made aware of figures skulking ahead of him. Fortunately, he was in a particularly dark alleyway so he likely wasn't seen, but he stayed a safe distance away anyway.
A group of avatars he had never seen before moved urgently ahead, as if on a mission. He listened in on their leader, a girl by the name of Argent Maiden, as he shadowed them from what seemed to be a safe distance. It was somewhat difficult to make out what exactly she was saying but he'd got most of it. A rendezvous point and a hidden objective.
"They're not sweepers then." Thomas concluded.
If they were sweepers they wouldn't be heading to the sanctuary in such a large group. They also wouldn't be talking about taking a war machine. Thomas guessed that they didn't know the situation in the black sanctuary, they wouldn't be talking about it so easily if they did. This fact also highlighted the issue with the chess metaphor.
Thomas decided to shadow the group at a distance. He didn't need to hear them so much right now, he just needed to follow them. His puppet followed quietly behind him and he quickly checked back on his other puppet. The sweepers would soon move, so Thomas directed it to discreetly join the ranks. There were plenty of weirdos to blend in with and the puppet looked like any other player (due to Thomas's body armor) with no face. It would get some passing looks but it had a blade and a gun and it could fight, so they didn't need to care. Thomas took a few screencaps before switching back to normal vision.
As Thomas sat in the shadows, he thought about the whole situation some more. Dark Wraith and Paper moon and the rest may have been pieces but Chess only worked when you knew all the pieces were there. The black guild battle, as Thomas had taken to calling it, had many hidden factors that few knew about. And besides, chess only had 2 sides. The black guild was one side, the blue guild was on another and the enemies of the black guild were the other side, though he wasn't sure how many facets that particular side had.
"And chess never had bystanders anyway." Thomas thought.
He was a bystander, for now. He may have been chasing this for his own self interest but he wouldn't get involved unless he wanted to.
King, Queen or pawns, a journalist watches them all, and right now, he was a journalist.
@KoL
Thomas, acting as his metal puppet, glanced around his surroundings once more, making sure that the black building was the same as it had been since he last checked in, before moving his puppet down. His avatar stumbled a little and he momentarily cut his skill to see that he'd bumped into a half destroyed wall. He clicked his tongue in annoyance before dodging around the wall to continue on his journey. He could walk while sharing his sight, technically, but he couldn't see small obstacles or things at a distance. His puppet made up for it somewhat, he could get it to notify him if it detected something within a certain range, but the range was limited so it only helped a little. Nevertheless, that was all he had to work with.
He turned his sense share back on. He directed his puppet to move out of the building into another one, slightly closer to the action itself. On a floor lower this time, because he was sure that they were talking about something important and he wanted to hear about it. On the second floor of a slightly shorter building, he settled his puppet and began listening. A quick check of the names of the amassed avatars revealed that the new figure's name was Dark Wraith, not that it meant much to him. He spotted a familiar face, paper moon, and the rest were strangers.
"Soldiers, I suppose." Thomas thought idly.
As he listened he was reminded of an elaborate chess game, or a strategy game, like command and conquer or something. It seemed an apt comparison as Dark Wraith was like the Queen while someone like Paper Moon was a bishop. Arms Slave was like a knight, or maybe a Rook, who went with the guild's best interests in mind. The pieces moved to react to the enemy's movements, in this case, an assault on the marketplace. Thomas was about to move his soldier to follow the detachment heading to the battlefield when he was interrupted by a tap on his back. He immediately stopped walking and cut his skill. As his vision returned to normal he was suddenly made aware of figures skulking ahead of him. Fortunately, he was in a particularly dark alleyway so he likely wasn't seen, but he stayed a safe distance away anyway.
A group of avatars he had never seen before moved urgently ahead, as if on a mission. He listened in on their leader, a girl by the name of Argent Maiden, as he shadowed them from what seemed to be a safe distance. It was somewhat difficult to make out what exactly she was saying but he'd got most of it. A rendezvous point and a hidden objective.
"They're not sweepers then." Thomas concluded.
If they were sweepers they wouldn't be heading to the sanctuary in such a large group. They also wouldn't be talking about taking a war machine. Thomas guessed that they didn't know the situation in the black sanctuary, they wouldn't be talking about it so easily if they did. This fact also highlighted the issue with the chess metaphor.
Thomas decided to shadow the group at a distance. He didn't need to hear them so much right now, he just needed to follow them. His puppet followed quietly behind him and he quickly checked back on his other puppet. The sweepers would soon move, so Thomas directed it to discreetly join the ranks. There were plenty of weirdos to blend in with and the puppet looked like any other player (due to Thomas's body armor) with no face. It would get some passing looks but it had a blade and a gun and it could fight, so they didn't need to care. Thomas took a few screencaps before switching back to normal vision.
As Thomas sat in the shadows, he thought about the whole situation some more. Dark Wraith and Paper moon and the rest may have been pieces but Chess only worked when you knew all the pieces were there. The black guild battle, as Thomas had taken to calling it, had many hidden factors that few knew about. And besides, chess only had 2 sides. The black guild was one side, the blue guild was on another and the enemies of the black guild were the other side, though he wasn't sure how many facets that particular side had.
"And chess never had bystanders anyway." Thomas thought.
He was a bystander, for now. He may have been chasing this for his own self interest but he wouldn't get involved unless he wanted to.
King, Queen or pawns, a journalist watches them all, and right now, he was a journalist.
@KoL
Alright, now I get it. Thanks.
Soo, are those dice rolls set in stone or is there a way to get different dice? And also, we can we have demon characters?
Pretty interested in this, though I don't have that much table top experience, it sounds like fun.
I'm more of a story guy myself but I love me some mechanics.
I'm more of a story guy myself but I love me some mechanics.
Thomas carefully scanned his surroundings ducking into a nearby alley as a pair of sweepers ran past. Through the eyes of his puppet he watched them sprint by before the puppet resumed its journey. He needed to avoid detection which was difficult enough without concealing skills, but there were far more people moving than usual. Nevertheless, he'd managed to do it so far. His puppet was getting close to his current location.
A sudden flash of metal caused the puppet to duck and look up as a four-armed figure barreled over the rooftops. Arms Slave, a silhouette as infamous as his name.
"Where is he going like that?" Thomas thought.
Arms slave was heading in the same direction he was getting his puppet to go, which meant...
Thomas opened his eyes and his own vision overlapped onto his puppet's vision. He got up and quickly glanced outside, just in time to see Arms slave arrive at the black guild hall. But the apparent blue guild threat should've had sweepers tied down at the front line, so that meant that Arms Slave was either here for another reason entirely, or that Arms Slave was thinking the same thing that Thomas was thinking. There were other possibilities, of course, but Arms Slave's presence affirmed that Thomas was on to something. And besides that, this would be a good opportunity. Thomas pulled a cloak out of his inventory and went outside.
If there was any chance to infiltrate, it'd be now. A double layer of security made up of bulky meatheads and hidden assassins was a pain to deal with but the minion patrols were disrupted somewhat with Arms Slave's arrival, and he wagered that some of the hidden rogues were going to check it out too. Some or most would still keep watch but there was no better time.
Thomas headed out towards the guild hall under a brown hood, threading through shadowy areas. He got close to the guild hall but stopped before an exposed area. Several visible guards had gone inside; something was going on. Thomas inched around the side and abruptly made his way forward, straight towards the guild hall. For a few meters he thought he could get inside unmolested before a keen whistling sound grabbed his attention. The cloaked figure stepped back and a knife embedded itself into the ground in front of him. A shadow appeared behind the cloaked figure and manifested an arm, bringing a blade to the figure's throat.
"What are you doing here?" The rogue asked. "Not just anyone can visit the black king, you know."
The figure said nothing as a shadow appeared behind the shadow and brought a thin sword-wielding arm down onto the rogue. The puppet master hit the rogue with the hilt of his blade, knocking him into a state of unconsciousness.
"Gotcha." He said.
He couldn't kill the rogue as he wasn't an outlaw, and he was at the throne room of the black city anyway. He was pretty sure killing wasn't allowed there. So instead, he opted for unconsciousness. Poking the unconscious rogue with one foot to make sure he was out, he then took another cloak out of his inventory and put it on before he urged his puppet onwards and went to follow suit. He'd seen this particular rogue from the window who had stayed behind while 2 others nearby had gone in to see what the commotion was. He'd been waiting looking for a good spot to enter and he'd finally found it.
Jogging quietly, the 2 metal men stepped over the boundary of the black guild hall, finding a hidden staircase and walking up into the ramparts. They quickly found a door and went inside, to the throne room. It was dark, in the ramparts, but he had a good view. The puppet master moved slowly, he had no doubt that more rogues sat in wait in the rafters. He was in the space between the ground floor and the first floor, a mezzanine. He thought that there would definitely be patrols there, and he wasn't sure why he hadn't immediately been found. Looking over a nearby railing, he found out why.
Thomas watched it all. Arms Slave's confrontation with the Moon Rider, Moon Rider's mysterious powers, Arms Slave's odd behavior and seemingly the real Moon Rider coming in to save the day. He watched silently and recorded it all. As he watched, his eyes adjusted and he saw that the rogues patrolling the mezzanine were also watching the scene. They were doubtlessly confused about it all, but the whole scene confirmed Thomas's suspicions. There was indeed another hand at play.
Thomas's mind was in a whirl. Thanks to his vantage point he'd managed to overhear their conversation, and what surprised him the most (other than the 2 black kings) was Arms Slave (or Asahi, as he'd heard) and his surprise at the Moon Rider knowing his name. The fact that it was surprising was the issue. The only 2 ways of knowing someone's real identity in deep ground was to have them tell you about it or ask someone who knew. At least, those were the legal ways. The only possible solution he had that fit the criteria was that the fake Moon Rider was some sort of hacker. He was pretty sure that there was an ability to copy someone's avatar, but there was no way to know someone's real life identity. Getting to secured information and copying the black king's appearance, equipment and stats? A certain sweeper branch was infamous for hacking into deep ground to carry out their activities, but the sweepers were under the black king. So outside of the sweepers, who else could hack into the Deep Ground servers? No organisation he knew of, besides the erasers, who ran the sweepers. So it was either something done by a skilled individual or a secret organisation. But he couldn't say for certain.
As Arms Slave died, Thomas began to exit the black guild hall. He needed to do so, or else he'd miss his chance to leave. He couldn't log out in the throne room, that would've made for a sticky situation. He needed to get out while they were distracted. He rushed out carefully, back into the black city, and made his way back towards outer gate conflict, his head spinning with theories. A person with a grudge? A hidden strike made by another guild? The other guilds had a lot to benefit from in this whole escapade. And while there were few with actual grudges towards the black king, they couldn't be discounted just yet. While he had answered some of his question, the incident had raised a lot of new ones. He had a lot of thinking to do if he was going to get to the bottom of this mystery.
@Lucius Cypher(probably)
A sudden flash of metal caused the puppet to duck and look up as a four-armed figure barreled over the rooftops. Arms Slave, a silhouette as infamous as his name.
"Where is he going like that?" Thomas thought.
Arms slave was heading in the same direction he was getting his puppet to go, which meant...
Thomas opened his eyes and his own vision overlapped onto his puppet's vision. He got up and quickly glanced outside, just in time to see Arms slave arrive at the black guild hall. But the apparent blue guild threat should've had sweepers tied down at the front line, so that meant that Arms Slave was either here for another reason entirely, or that Arms Slave was thinking the same thing that Thomas was thinking. There were other possibilities, of course, but Arms Slave's presence affirmed that Thomas was on to something. And besides that, this would be a good opportunity. Thomas pulled a cloak out of his inventory and went outside.
If there was any chance to infiltrate, it'd be now. A double layer of security made up of bulky meatheads and hidden assassins was a pain to deal with but the minion patrols were disrupted somewhat with Arms Slave's arrival, and he wagered that some of the hidden rogues were going to check it out too. Some or most would still keep watch but there was no better time.
Thomas headed out towards the guild hall under a brown hood, threading through shadowy areas. He got close to the guild hall but stopped before an exposed area. Several visible guards had gone inside; something was going on. Thomas inched around the side and abruptly made his way forward, straight towards the guild hall. For a few meters he thought he could get inside unmolested before a keen whistling sound grabbed his attention. The cloaked figure stepped back and a knife embedded itself into the ground in front of him. A shadow appeared behind the cloaked figure and manifested an arm, bringing a blade to the figure's throat.
"What are you doing here?" The rogue asked. "Not just anyone can visit the black king, you know."
The figure said nothing as a shadow appeared behind the shadow and brought a thin sword-wielding arm down onto the rogue. The puppet master hit the rogue with the hilt of his blade, knocking him into a state of unconsciousness.
"Gotcha." He said.
He couldn't kill the rogue as he wasn't an outlaw, and he was at the throne room of the black city anyway. He was pretty sure killing wasn't allowed there. So instead, he opted for unconsciousness. Poking the unconscious rogue with one foot to make sure he was out, he then took another cloak out of his inventory and put it on before he urged his puppet onwards and went to follow suit. He'd seen this particular rogue from the window who had stayed behind while 2 others nearby had gone in to see what the commotion was. He'd been waiting looking for a good spot to enter and he'd finally found it.
Jogging quietly, the 2 metal men stepped over the boundary of the black guild hall, finding a hidden staircase and walking up into the ramparts. They quickly found a door and went inside, to the throne room. It was dark, in the ramparts, but he had a good view. The puppet master moved slowly, he had no doubt that more rogues sat in wait in the rafters. He was in the space between the ground floor and the first floor, a mezzanine. He thought that there would definitely be patrols there, and he wasn't sure why he hadn't immediately been found. Looking over a nearby railing, he found out why.
Thomas watched it all. Arms Slave's confrontation with the Moon Rider, Moon Rider's mysterious powers, Arms Slave's odd behavior and seemingly the real Moon Rider coming in to save the day. He watched silently and recorded it all. As he watched, his eyes adjusted and he saw that the rogues patrolling the mezzanine were also watching the scene. They were doubtlessly confused about it all, but the whole scene confirmed Thomas's suspicions. There was indeed another hand at play.
Thomas's mind was in a whirl. Thanks to his vantage point he'd managed to overhear their conversation, and what surprised him the most (other than the 2 black kings) was Arms Slave (or Asahi, as he'd heard) and his surprise at the Moon Rider knowing his name. The fact that it was surprising was the issue. The only 2 ways of knowing someone's real identity in deep ground was to have them tell you about it or ask someone who knew. At least, those were the legal ways. The only possible solution he had that fit the criteria was that the fake Moon Rider was some sort of hacker. He was pretty sure that there was an ability to copy someone's avatar, but there was no way to know someone's real life identity. Getting to secured information and copying the black king's appearance, equipment and stats? A certain sweeper branch was infamous for hacking into deep ground to carry out their activities, but the sweepers were under the black king. So outside of the sweepers, who else could hack into the Deep Ground servers? No organisation he knew of, besides the erasers, who ran the sweepers. So it was either something done by a skilled individual or a secret organisation. But he couldn't say for certain.
As Arms Slave died, Thomas began to exit the black guild hall. He needed to do so, or else he'd miss his chance to leave. He couldn't log out in the throne room, that would've made for a sticky situation. He needed to get out while they were distracted. He rushed out carefully, back into the black city, and made his way back towards outer gate conflict, his head spinning with theories. A person with a grudge? A hidden strike made by another guild? The other guilds had a lot to benefit from in this whole escapade. And while there were few with actual grudges towards the black king, they couldn't be discounted just yet. While he had answered some of his question, the incident had raised a lot of new ones. He had a lot of thinking to do if he was going to get to the bottom of this mystery.
@Lucius Cypher(probably)
Alright, nevermind. Played magic for longer than intended. I guess I can half finish that post right about now though.
alright then, let's do this
@Lucius Cypher
Are there any rogues on watch that either don't have a concealing skill or have a shitty concealing skill?
Are there any rogues on watch that either don't have a concealing skill or have a shitty concealing skill?
@Lord of Evil
Make sure Puppet Master hears what Arms Slave was sayin closely, I'm sure this is jackpot for a juicy tabloid. Mutiny within the Sweepers, shadow copies of the king, and Yuuno!
I dunno if that's exactly feasible, but I'll see what I can do.
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