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Current Now running: World of Light: The Tale of the Dark Itself
5 mos ago
Forever and ever, amen
8 mos ago
Calling out from Scatman's world
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11 mos ago
Called into action - by threats that seem harmonized
1 yr ago
Tomorrow comes

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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.

Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.

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The winner of the third contest is NarayanK, who gets the jackpot of two credits, and the runner-up is...man, it was a difficult decision this time, but the runner-up is Prince of Seraphs, who receives one credit. Narayan's entry really jumped out at me because of how convincing the conflict was. At her core, Sangue seems a conflicted individual, with a very dark past. Who is there better to take her on and 'slay the beast' than someone obsessed with heroism? Moreover, you didn't only allow your own character to lose, but you allowed her to be in the wrong, and in the end she atoned for her misdeeds by allowing the hero to win. Sorta resounds the theme that while heroes almost always win, the villains can be very sympathetic too. Also loved your setting, it helped solidify the whole 'wounded' theme I think you've got going on. When it came down to selecting the second place, what ultimately cinched it for me was the act of betrayal. I took a look at the reasons: a drug-addled haze for Forsythe, an outburst of jealous passion for Guess who, and a simultaneous act of jealousy and authority for PoS. While you did a good job, Forsythe, your situation ultimately seemed inorganic. This contest, whether I said so or not, was an opportunity for the personalities of two characters to clash and play off one another, and a hallucinogenic high could have happened to anyone. Robert's struggle with Greyson over Priscilla's affections, while certainly entertaining (love the X-Ray and Vav reference, a pity the season was only four freakin' episodes) similarly lacked that sort of personal depth, and the whole idea of the situation being a fanfiction was a creative if weird idea. Prince of Seraphs created a piece unfortunately fraught with typos but fortunately also fraught with the kind of conflict I was looking for. Does Gren, at first glance, seem like the type to try and murder a teammate because of her callousness and position of power over him? No. But could he, sufficiently motivated by the hurt of people he cares about, the abuse of that power, and his own problem with authority, ultimately rise up and do the thing? Probably, yeah. Plus your fight scene was well-written, not mostly dialogue, and lasted more than two paragraphs. The next challenge will be created and arbitrated by Forsythe!
No problem.
Just waiting for Rockette, Swifttalon, and the first IC then, right?
Kaben, do you want me to describe the Sestet?
Abel -=- Survival
Fifteen seconds into the class, and Abel was already hearing new things, even though Vorosky was merely making conversation. Though at the back of his mind he would have expected that the professor would have begun the official lesson by now, he was plenty interested -for now at least- in the things that Vorosky had to say. Zone? Anomalies? Vortex? The unknown terms sounded exciting and dangerous to the guardian, whose knowledge of the extraordinary was limited by the faculties available back at Pallisade. The full impact of the professor's mention of an unfortunate exoskeleton-wearer being grotesquely compressed escaped him for the moment. Abel, having spotted Gren, tried to catch his eye, but the faunus seemed just as intrigued with Vorosky as he did. “Man's seen some serious stuff,” he muttered, not wanting to waste what he would have said had Gren been listening. When Vorosky got down to business, however, Abel was initially more confused than enlightened. Sure, he knew what teleportation meant, but for such a thing to both exist and imminently happen to him? A tinge of worry crept in among his thoughts. The shred of doubt gave way, however, when Vorosky declared the ideal occupation for those with second guesses about the unknown. No way I'm pussing out of this. He seized the Ampere and leaped to his feet just in time to watch Ineko toss a screw, jump, and disappear into thin air. His heart began to beat faster, but whether it was out of trepidation or eagerness he didn't care to discern. Next, a kid Abel only remembered as being in the same team as Robert went, belting out what seemed to be a personal motto before making the jump. In the instant after the guy disappeared, Abel began to count out loud to signify that he was going next. “Ten, nine, eight, seven...” He grabbed a screw and lined himself up with the portal, knees bent and ready to sprint. “Six, five, four, three, two...” Abel took off running, and only a few feet away from the window he pelted the screw in. It vanished, and the sight caused a fresh surge of adrenaline to rush through the guardian's limbs. “One!” He growled, and sprang off his feet, pivoting his body until he was performing a flying thrust kick. Rather than breaking like any ordinary problem, the rift merely sucked him up. It was all over in a split second, which meant that the only description Abel could conjure up for the experience was 'nauseous'. He tumbled onto the grass, head spinning and too concentrated on keeping his lunch down to try and make his landing graceful. He quickly righted himself, though, looking around at the three men already waiting in the picturesque, fairly pleasant clearing. A scowl momentarily appeared on his face, daring any of them to call him out on his clumsiness. “Alright then,” he burped.
I can extend the deadline to six o' clock, two hours and fifteen minutes from now. Hopefully that will allow the both of you to finish.
Just thought I'd let you know Lug, since you changed the name of the RP to account for the fact that we're short a player all of the links in the character sections have become defective merely linking to the first page of the IC rather than the specific character they were meant to.
Oh no
Additions made as requested.
Awesome, thanks dude. @Lokileo789 no worries! Thanks for letting me know.
I'm kind of sad not to see NoBrain back yet but we need our full team if we want an official Jormungandr pet! Also Lug, what time are you closing the competition at and what time zone are you in? I was thinking about doing one that would be heavily influenced by the Jormungandr plans made long ago when we were sitting up writing a load of crap on the pad which was surprisingly amusing. Gone are the days where we could do random shit on our pad! RIP in peace, Old Jormungandr!
I am in Central Standard Time zone, and I plan on closing the competition at roughly 4 o' clock. If I'm right, I PMed you a link to your pad so that you could make a new pad that vandals couldn't get into. Anyway I'm opening us up. @Mamasushi you've got another chance to get in on this. If any of the rest of you know somebody that might want in, tell 'em now's the time. @SevenStormStyle, would you mind editing your character sheet's appearance section to include a brief description of Sepia's attire? I can't imagine that she's in what looks like a cutoff nightgown all the time.
I'd certainly compete in this.
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