NuttsnBolts

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

It can be summarised as tunnel vision. They see what they don't wanna see through anime and jrpgs and fail to understand that these forms of entertainment are just that... Entertainment.

This can be applied to most things as well, not just Japan. Take a look at any roleplay and someone will either have Nippon Steel, a family massacre, or some abilities that make no sense for the character. Rather than writing an engaging story they'd much rather write a self indulging experience.

(That's not to say all tropes are negative. It depends on the RP.)

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EDIT: everyone's in bad shape, but i think only 1 got penetrated by a freaking branch
save that one first xD

@Vec

Hehehe. ;D

As for the question of what I have planned? Nothing really yet. Gonna have to read up and see the direction that we are going.

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I'm on annual leave this week and next so collabing with someone might be an option.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

@Chaotic Chao
A co-gm may be an option.

When you choose one though you have to have them on board so that they think and understand your vision. Many times I've seen people a point a co-gm as a moderator or someone to bounce ideas off, but when the GM is busy for a few weeks the uninformed co-gms typically say, "I dunno what we are doing".

Mahz's Dev Journal

Picking a moderator is never an easy task and would you rather Mahz pick someone that he has worked with in the past—even if she offered to help—or a random/unknown person at short notice. Mahz can look at a proper recruitment later but you seemed quite eager to have something done now.

Clearly this is something personal between you and Ruby, so if you wouldn't mind could you take it to the PMs...

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Nothing super long by me. Figured plenty of people covered how the explosion happened so I didn't feel like covering that again would achieve much. Also getting a feeling for writing again because it has been a few months since I've done any major stuff so I'm getting back into the flow.

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_{Location: Rural North California}

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Eppie tumbled through the thick shrubbery, thrown from the sudden explosion and twisting wreckage of the train that had previously contained her. Her small body bounced across the ground like a limp ragdoll as it impacted every few meters before landing in a long, grazing slide; a slide that was abruptly stopped by that of a fallen tree. She instantly gasped for air as her chest pounded into the dried wood, crushing into her unsuspecting lungs. Eppie froze as she laid in the forest, hugging a dead tree, performing a series of empty gulps that would hopefully fill her lungs with a balloon worth of much needed oxygen.

It would take some time for the girl to recompose herself, time that left her dazed and on the verge of passing out for Eppie could feel a deep, searing pain gradually flow through her body. She could feel it from her abdomen—something foreign, and invasive. Slowly coming to the realisation her breath quickened from one extreme to the next, her own mind taking in the series of chronological events. It was time to uncover this mysterious pain, to face the fear that was in the back of her mind..

With both hands firmly against the log the girl pushed her body away—slowly, carefully, hesitantly. She didn't want to tear open her insides, didn't want to cause any more harm to her bruised and battered body. As she gazed down the teen could see a short, yet rather pointy, branch leaving the side of her stomach; a red stain left dripping from the tip of the timber skewer.

"Oh-God! Fuck-this, fuck! Egh," incomprehensible babble.

A wound? Yes.
Deep? No.
Painful? Extremely.
Eppie crumbled to the ground as her body was released from the Chinese Finger Trap of branches. She was now... free. The prison, the walls of steel, the empty silence that had begun to haunt her as she travelled to the undisclosed location—all of it was gone in an instant, but she wasn't alone.

The soft sounds of human speech made its way into her ears, teenage voices and young adults. Eppie looked up and surveyed the landscape, peering through the mess of metal and fire. With one hand pressed against her side and the other to the ground she pushed her body upright, onto her knees, and eventually her feet. She proceeded with a staggering walk, baby footsteps, as she approached the vocal individuals.

"Are these... the survivors..." she whispered as she reached the group and fell to her knees. Patches of blood stained her clothes but she was alive, and she had survived.

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@NuttsnBolts I don't know how I missed that. XD

@Treue

I think you need a new one of these. Your one seems broken...

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Also, all dem straight people. Is my character going to be the only non straight one?

@Treue

Mine is bi. ;D

Will work on the post tomorrow. Today was an odd day for me as I didn't do anything and yet I somehow had very little free time or motivation to sit down and write. I blame Mondayitis.

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I'll work on my post soon. :)