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7 mos ago
Current Anthem servers down so hard, that Battlefield servers are dead as well. I don't know how it got that bad, but I am honestly impressed EA. Looks like bethesda can get some attention off that jacket now
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8 mos ago
There are two types of people. Those that think the Elder Sign is shaped like a tree, and those who think it is shaped like a star with a little flame inside it and subsequently will end up dead.
10 mos ago
If experience is the name we give to our mistakes, then I must be like 5 levels above everyone else my age by now.
1 yr ago
Someone dared to disrespect BAWLS on the Quakecon forums and that has me so bothered I think I realize how brits must've felt that time we dumped all that tea in the boston harbor.
1 yr ago
Finally got tickets to the largest BYOC in North America, anyone else going to Quakecon this year?


"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age." -H.P. Lovecraft

H.P. Lovecraft is a big inspiration and If I do any writing or make anything, it will likely share themes with his work.

As far as myself personally, I have aspurgers syndrome (low-end autism) which makes it difficult for me to connect with others. It's hard sometimes for me to tell the difference between sincerity and sarcasm. This naturally distanced me from others, even my own family. Throughout my early childhood I eventually learned to mimic emotions and subconsciously display them when socially merited. I express sadness in relevant times(like a sad scene in a movie) when I actually feel nothing. This basically also makes me a sociopath (or at least I display some of the sociopathic tendencies), I feel I should stress that I am not a psychopath however, which is a more intentional than sociopath which happens from circumstance. When I'm with others I pretend to be someone else in a sense. I don't act like I really am, I act like how others expect me to, I play a character in my own life. This is why I prefer to be online and not IRL, I can be myself. I don't have to pretend to care in order to protect a friend's feelings, I can be myself as I do not care much for what some anonymous guy on the internet thinks of me. This may make me look like a jerk, but I try not to be. I say and do things as sometimes I just don't know how I should feel or act so I try to act like others expect, but sometimes i act the wrong way and ostracize myself. This is part of the reason I like to roleplay, it let's me act basically anyway I want, to play any role I want with little fear of recourse. I don't have to act how the world expects me to act.

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I'll get around to joining the discord later after I make a character. Looking forward to starting this though, been waiting a while for an RP like this...

No. He would have a lot of anxiety and confusion from this so he would be seeking to find a way to cure himself or at the least forget it in a flurry of drugs and or alcohol. I'd imagine that this sort of place would have loads of the former, and maybe the occasional latter. Though I am still not fully committed to this idea and am open to suggestions.

kind of, though I was thinking more of having trouble distinguishing previous events he personally has experienced. like having multiple conflicting memories.

Ok, just asking as most of the art styles used in anime is something I prefer not to use, I like a more realistic style. I'll see if maybe I can find something I'd like to use for a appearance.

and on the second thing, I was trying to get an idea of how isolated this place is from the rest of the world, so I take it is at least several days of a walk away from any other sign of civilization?

and the idea I got in my head (as far as anything wrong mentally) is of a guy with an overactive imagination who has trouble which previous events was real and which he just imagined. think something like that'd fit in?
Tentatively interested. I am always attracted to secret experiments whether implemented by the government or other parties.

@Allycatwould the pic have to be (and/or look like) anime? or would it be fine as long as it's not an actual photograph?

and does Spring Hill consist of just a building, or is it a small town (or other sizable community)? More specifically, I am wondering if Spring Hill might be in close proximity to any town/individual not part of the conspiracy.
If nobody minds my two cents.

the Epic Games store lacks a good deal of all of the features I would like in a digital marketplace and, most importantly, does not have enough goodwill with me for me to make the effort of buying anything there.

There is also the small but important factor that upwards of 85% of the digital games I own for PC is on steam so why should I bother having yet another platform to store my credit card on? to store my data on?

Most of these free games I have seen so far were of little interest to me so that is not much of a selling point for me and several of these games that had the exclusivity deal, I was very interested in, but not interested in enough to buy it on that store. With that in mind, it seems less of simply them trying to compete with steam and more like they are trying to buy me into using their store. If I had a more positive bias towards them, I probably would not think that, but since they have no goodwill built up with me I tend to think more neutral or negative. That is the difference, Steam has built a lot of goodwill with the community to partially make up for its faults and problems whereas Epic Games has none or very little. Steam had to earn a lot of that goodwill, so does Epic if they want to compete. Right now, I do not think they are doing it the right way.

and lastly, I use Origin as well and have ~10% of my games there so I guess I respect EA more than Epic Games if that means anything.
Richard West

Location: The Compound

Looking for interactions

The journey itself was uneventful. It was nothing more than a short walk before he found what he was looking for. A location tucked away in the corner as if to hide itself. Its only defining characteristic being a sign labeled Wit’s End, something which brought a chuckle to him… well it would if Richard had a mouth.

An interesting name, but one that holds many definitions. Is this the place to go when you want to leave your troubles behind? When your wit is at death’s door? Or was there someone with that name who met their end on or near this location? Or perhaps it is a warning of sorts? To leave your sense behind?

Whichever meaning was intended, it mattered little. Richard was looking for something to help break up the dull monotony he has been stuck in recently and he could almost sense something going on within this very location.

Making his way inside, he elected to tuck himself away in the corner and observe the dank den where people come to forget their problems. He was not entirely sure why he came here in the first place. It was not to drink, that’s a given. It was probably just a hope that something interesting would happen. Regardless, he was not one to make the first move, he preferred to react than to be proactive. Certainly, something would happen when one eventually notices him. He is sneaky, but not invisible, even in the poorly lit section. If nothing comes, maybe he’ll have to make the first move. Have to interact. He’s got a feeling something will happen, though it remains to be seen if it is because he acts or merely responds.
Richard West

Location: The Compound

It was not too long before something did happen to Richard. From the edge of his shrouded senses he noticed a figure headed in his direction. The individual was a large man, though still a good couple feet below Richard, and from his gait also seemed to be drunk. This was an uncommon, but familiar experience for Richard. Richard, given his intimidating size and appearance, has the undeserved reputation of being someone you probably would not want to mess with. For the most part, he is fine with that and content with his solitude, but from time to time someone comes along and with the aid of alcohol, thinks it would be a good idea to try to take him on in order to prove their manliness or something along those lines. It usually is a guy, the guy is usually well built, and it usually ends badly for them. This time would prove no different.

Of course, Richard did not think this at first. His first clue given his unbalanced walk, nearly falling to the ground a few times. The second was he seemed to be heading straight for Richard.

“Oi it’s that faceless freak. Imma show him whose tough…” he slurred, almost tripping on his feet a few times as he headed towards Richard. “Then I’ll-hic- I’ll be th-hic- the one no one messes with.”

Nope, he is definitely wasted. Richard thought. I’ll try to dissuade him, though I am sure he will not relent, otherwise I’ll probably have to drop him a few stories before he gets the hint…

Richard stood up on his rear legs trying his best to emphasis the fact he had a good couple feet on the guy, sharp claws, and a barbed tail. And as expected, the drunkard did not think twice.

“Y’think you’re so tough? I’ll -hic- I’ll show you.” The drunk said before throwing a rather weak punch, not that Richard’s rubbery skin would have dulled the impact of the blunt force anyway.

I guess alcohol gives you the power of stupidity or something. I’ll carry him in the air a bit, hopefully it’ll scare him off me. Richard thought, waiting for the drunk to attempt another punch before sidestepping.

The drunkard, having little sense of balance, put to much force in the attack and promptly fell over from the momentum. Taking the opportunity, Richard dug the talons of his front paws into his clothes (trying to avoid injuring the man) and lifted him a few feet in the air before flapping his wings and going airborne following a small jump. To give some credit, the drunkard still futilely attempted to fight for the first 40 or so feet off the ground before realizing the gravity of his situation. It only took a moment for him to realize he was probably going to meet the more fatal part of the laws of physics before he started yelling expletives loudly and struggling. Normally Richard would tickle his victims with his barbed tail, but the drunkard was too inebriated to co-ordinate his resistance unless you counted F-bombs part of resisting something. After carrying him around for a minute or so, he unceremoniously dropped him a dozen feet on the roof of a nearby building before gliding down to the street in a slightly bitter mood.

The drunkard was unharmed aside from a few bruises and hopefully waited to sober up before attempting to find a way down from the building. If anything, Richard was left in a worse state with his wings aching in a not painful, but very uncomfortable way. It would be a few hours before the feeling subsided and why he prefers to not fly when possible (the exhaustion of even a brief flight was a side effect of his chip).

Wonder what is so great about alcohol if people are willing to put up with the stupid decisions that arise from intoxication. Maybe I should try it if I were to somehow able to absorb it through my skin. At the very least I could probably inject it directly into my blood.

Unsure of what to do next, he opted to find a bar. Though not for somehow finding a way to get drunk himself, he was more hoping to get some insight into why alcohol makes people think starting a fight with him would be a fun time when everybody previously ends up stuck on roofs, trees, and other high places and with a hangover. At the very least, He will probably see some interesting characters.
Richard West

Location: The Compound

The day started with a somber tone for Richard. Not for any particular even that happened but more of a mood that comes and goes from time to time. With little to do, he often elected to think philosophically about the situation. This could vary from the grandiose ‘What is the purpose of life?’ to ‘Why are things the way they are?’ with many topics in between. Currently he was having a bit of an existential crisis. What is the meaning of his life? It is simple to think of the purpose of life in general as, in a sense, one removes themselves from it. It is thinking that applies to everyone. But when one thinks of their self, the connotations can get more frightening.

Does his life have no purpose, and by some random chance his life had to have this condition? Was his life merely a game of chance, one that he lost (or won, depending on the perspective). It is quite depressing to think that because of this unlucky hand he was dealt, he is in his present circumstance. Confined away from a society that hates him merely because he exists.

Or is there a purpose to this madness? Is there some forgotten prophecy of old that he is somehow meant to fulfill? Was this all designed by some unseen hand? If this is his fate, can he defy it? Or is he only able to succumb to it. If life is a play, is he the actor that plays the role that is assigned to him or is he the writer that can alter the story?

All those prospects were equally unnerving to him, though others might have a favorite. As much as he enjoys philosophy, this topic tends to leave a feeling of hopelessness and despair. Looking for an exit, he decided to head for the plaza. It is a sunny day, and he woke up in his usual cold, cramped ‘room’ (which was more like a closet given his size than a living space). There are a few places he likes to bask in the sun and do a little more thinking. After a short saunter to the plaza, he found one such spot in full view of the sun, near the center. Flanked on one side with a short two foot wall, and a large indention in the stonework big enough for his body. After a brief stretch, he lied down like a cat would when taking in the sun’s warmth. Except this cat would be much, much bigger than you and could probably rip your face off in one swipe.

Given that appearance, most people tended to avoid him, walking around if he was near rather than risking a collision with his path. Despite probably just about everybody in the area at the very least knowing of him, few bother to interact with him. Maybe it’s just his monstrous appearance, or maybe it’s that he appears to lack any way to talk that deters people. Most people were oblivious to the fact that he actual could communicate (after all, physical contact is an action most would rather avoid with him), something that spooked just about every peacekeeper he ‘talked’ to resulting in multiple accidents.

Satisfied with his position curled into a semi sphere and with the sun on his back, he turned his thoughts to something a little more upbeat. Focusing his vision on the crowd around him (though with little movement of his head), he wondered what everyone else was doing. They all probably have stories of their own. Some of them were probably content with the life they had, others no doubt still harbored the same malice over the last 13 years. And there were doubtless more in between who did not care anymore or had little hope beyond just living. Some of them hurried along their path, others took it slow, and there were even a few who clearly were trying not to draw attention to themselves. Before letting his mind wander, he wondered if anyone would try to talk with him today? Probably not, but who knows. Maybe today is the day something interesting happens. Perhaps there is still more to add to his own story.

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