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Earth vs. The Giant Monsters

Glad to see we're getting some interest! Invite your friends, I strongly encourage collaborative gameplay for this one. Start picking out what city you want to destroy first.

Earth vs. The Giant Monsters

@Lmpkio

Original characters. I wouldn't object if you took inspiration from Godzilla, King Kong, Gamera, or whoever though.

Earth vs. The Giant Monsters

In one bad day for the human race, they came. Emerging from the ocean depths, descending from the sky, clawing up from the very earth itself. They had many names: kaiju, behemoths, giant monsters, colossi, titans, and so on and so forth. Their origins and motivations were as diverse as their appearances. Scientific experiments gone wrong and towering eldritch abominations rampaged alongside forgotten prehistoric creatures and mutated animals. Everyone agreed on one thing, though- they left nothing but destruction in their wake. In hours, cities were razed and armies routed, and humanity everywhere huddled in terror, wondering if our time as the dominant species on this planet was up.

In this RP, you play as two different characters. One of these characters is a kaiju, a skyscraper-sized creature and the primary source of conflict in this story. Get as creative as you want, it could be a huge robot, a gigantic octopus, an amorphous blob, some kind of supernatural beast. Go where you want, destroy cities, make allies or do battle with other kaiju. What matters is just that it's big.

Now, to keep thing grounded, you will also be playing as a normal human with some connection to your kaiju character. Maybe you're a general leading troops into battle against it, a scientist trying to study it, a journalist reporting on it, even a normal average person desperately trying not to be squashed. Someone to show what it might be like to live on the brink of extinction.

This RP is largely player directed- pursue your own agenda, maybe our characters will meet up, maybe not. Just enjoy your rampage on one hand, and try to survive it on the other.

Also the title is only a placeholder until I come up with something catchier.

Anyone on board?

Earth vs. The Giant Monsters

In one bad day for the human race, they came. Emerging from the ocean depths, descending from the sky, clawing up from the very earth itself. They had many names: kaiju, behemoths, giant monsters, colossi, titans, and so on and so forth. Their origins and motivations were as diverse as their appearances. Scientific experiments gone wrong and towering eldritch abominations rampaged alongside forgotten prehistoric creatures and mutated animals. Everyone agreed on one thing, though- they left nothing but destruction in their wake. In hours, cities were razed and armies routed, and humanity everywhere huddled in terror, wondering if our time as the dominant species on this planet was up.

In this RP, you play as two different characters. One of these characters is a kaiju, a skyscraper-sized creature and the primary source of conflict in this story. Get as creative as you want, it could be a huge robot, a gigantic octopus, an amorphous blob, some kind of supernatural beast. Go where you want, destroy cities, make allies or do battle with other kaiju. What matters is just that it's big.

Now, to keep thing grounded, you will also be playing as a normal human with some connection to your kaiju character. Maybe you're a general leading troops into battle against it, a scientist trying to study it, a journalist reporting on it, even a normal average person desperately trying not to be squashed. Someone to show what it might be like to live on the brink of extinction.

This RP is largely player directed- pursue your own agenda, maybe our characters will meet up, maybe not. Just enjoy your rampage on one hand, and try to survive it on the other.

Also the title is only a placeholder until I come up with something catchier.

Anyone on board?

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

Hey, this is my kinda jam. Puts me in mind of David Lynch a little. Got a few ideas for characters spinning around in my head already.

Miss Hobbs' Paranormal Detective Agency

They wanted him to go in through the back.

Mr. Samuel Wu, Esq, could tell simply from looking at the building. Upper East Side, clad in marble. The kind of building where the tenants had names like Stuyvesant or Rockefeller. A Chinese man such as himself would be expected to go around to the servants' entrance and scrape and bow. The only reason he would be expected is if he spoke in broken English and was delivering a load of “crean raundry”.

And so he walked towards the front door. He wasn't suicidal, if asked he would go around to the back. This wasn't the time or place to be obstinate. But it felt good to take a minor stand.

“Greetings, my dear fellow,” he said to the uniformed doorman with a winning smile. “Mr. Samuel Wu, Esq, here as a guest of Miss Hobbs.” He adjusted his tie, waiting for the order to turn around and walk away, waiting for his entire lunatic adventure to collapse at the first obstacle.

But the improbable happened. The doorman looked him over with a credulous and vaguely disgusted air, but let him through. He actually let him through, with a recitation of an obviously prewritten welcome and directions. By George.

Mr. Wu took a moment to savor the rare combination of wealth and taste that marked the décor in the lobby, then let himself in through the stairs- he may have gotten past the doorman, but he wasn't going to press his luck any further in interactions with the elevator operator or other residents of this building. Besides, a man his age who spent most of his time in an office had to keep trim. The ten stories were a brisk climb.

He was greeted by a matronly Irishwoman and escorted into the study, once again displaying sensibility and taste. And there, at last, was the elusive Miss Hobbs, clad in a daringly short dress. Mr. Wu cleared his throat nervously, uncomfortable with the nude statues and overt display of feminine sexuality. His eye lingered for a moment over the bronze form of a male athlete, before he greeted the two women and one man in the room. “Hello. I trust that I am on time, tardiness is an abominable habit with which I take great pains to not engage. I am Mr. Samuel Wu, Esq, of the Benevolent Fraternity of Merchants. Please, take one of my cards.” He reached into his vest pocket, dexterously sorted through the three business card holders with his fingers- one for English, one for Mandarin, one for Cantonese. With a small bow, he handed each person in the room an English card. “I must confess that I have little experience with the art of detecting, however I hope my own small talents will be in their way a worthy contribution to our endeavors.” With that, he sat in one of the available armchairs, determined to watch and learn.

Miss Hobbs' Paranormal Detective Agency

I love that there's only one straight person on this team thus far.

Miss Hobbs' Paranormal Detective Agency

The Gentleman Detective

Name:Mr. Samuel Wu, Esq.
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Sexuality: ”Straight”. It's 1921, after all.
Relationship Status:Confirmed bachelor.

The Body

Height:5'6”
Weight: 138 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Skin Tone: East Asian
Appearance:Wu is a well-heeled man of cultivated and genteel appearance. His hair is carefully done, he dresses exclusively in tailored suits, and there is never so much as a speck of dust on his person.

The Soul

Likes: Opera, a glass of wine, the latest investment opportunity, promoting the interests of New York's Chinese population
Dislikes: The Tongs, dirt, racist sentiment (it's 1921 so that is most sentiment)
Skills:

• Skilled banker and investor
• Moderate wealth
• Influence in Chinatown
• Wine connoisseur
• Speaks Mandarin, Cantonese, French, Italian, and English
• Expert knife thrower

Brief History:

• 1887: Born in Chinatown to immigrant parents.
• Schooled in the American tradition, spends as much time as possible in the library. Learned knife throwing from less savory characters in the neighborhood, still practices for stress relief.
• 1912: Rather than join his brothers in running his father's small tailoring shop, Wu instead goes to work for the Benevolent Fraternity of Merchants, a Chinese-American organization that protects local rights.
• Frustrated by the refusal of Chinese custom by local white banks, the Fraternity begins operation as an unchartered bank for the Chinese population. Wu is placed in charge of investments and helps make the enterprise profitable.
• 1900 on: Amidst Wu's slow rise, two local Tongs, the Hip Sing and the On Leong, go to the mattresses. It is a simmering, ongoing war that occasionally explodes into open violence. The Fraternity and the ordinary citizens of Chinatown are caught in between. However, the police and other white authorities largely ignore the brutal gang war. Wu's efforts against the Tong come to naught.

The Story

The phonograph scratched as the needle caught, and the small but comfortable study was filled with the swell of strings. The overture to Bellini's Il Puritani, featuring as Talbo none other than the incomparable Enrico Caruso (may he rest in peace, gone earlier this year).

Mr. Samuel Wu, Esquire nursed a small glass of sherry as he looked over his mail. As he had expected, much of it was letters he had hopefully dropped off at the post office, returned unopened when his Chinese surname and Chinatown return address were noted. Crestfallen, he looked over them. His missives to the New York Post, the Board of Aldermen, the District Attorney, anyone he thought might listen. Despite the perfection and eloquence of his English they had not bothered.

With all the talk of mobsters and racketeers, all the men like Rothstein and Dwyer and Morello, no one in this town seemed aware of the decades-long mob war being fought below 14th Street. The Hop Sing and the On Leong had perfected the art of murdering one another over turf and opium long before any of the Jewish, Irish, or Italians began running rum and trading bullets. So many young men dead, so many parents suddenly childless. Wu was suddenly hit by a wave of powerlessness. There had to be something he could do.

Maybe if the law would not help it was time he acted on his own.

The idea hit him like a thunderbolt. It was silly, it was impractical, of course. But the idea of acting the chivalrous hero, to be a Parsifal or Don Ottavio, it appealed to the child in him.

But where to begin? He knew nothing of policing or detecting. Unless he were to take a sabbatical to somehow learn and practice such skills, and then teach them to other community-minded individuals. . .

Wu picked up the newspaper he had idly leafed through earlier, trying to find the ad he spotted earlier in the day. He found it, read it over twice to be sure. He nodded to himself. This was the right choice.

He wound up the telephone, lifted the earpiece from the receiver, spoke in his most cultured voice, which coincidentally was his standard voice. “Hello, operator? Kindly connect me to Miss Elizabeth Hobbs, please.”

The Ether

Color Code:6A5ACD
Theme Song: Prelude to Cavalleria Rusticana

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Miss Hobbs' Paranormal Detective Agency

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Mr. Samuel Wu, Esq

Name:Mr. Samuel Wu, Esq.
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Sexuality: ”Straight”. It's 1921, after all.
Relationship Status:Confirmed bachelor.

The Body

Height:5'6”
Weight: 138 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Skin Tone: East Asian
Appearance:Wu is a well-heeled man of cultivated and genteel appearance. His hair is carefully done, he dresses exclusively in tailored suits, and there is never so much as a speck of dust on his person.

The Soul

Likes: Opera, a glass of wine, the latest investment opportunity, promoting the interests of New York's Chinese population
Dislikes: The Tongs, dirt, racist sentiment (it's 1921 so that is most sentiment)
Skills:

• Skilled banker and investor
• Moderate wealth
• Influence in Chinatown
• Wine connoisseur
• Speaks Mandarin, Cantonese, French, Italian, and English
• Expert knife thrower

Brief History:

• 1887: Born in Chinatown to immigrant parents.
• Schooled in the American tradition, spends as much time as possible in the library. Learned knife throwing from less savory characters in the neighborhood, still practices for stress relief.
• 1912: Rather than join his brothers in running his father's small tailoring shop, Wu instead goes to work for the Benevolent Fraternity of Merchants, a Chinese-American organization that protects local rights.
• Frustrated by the refusal of Chinese custom by local white banks, the Fraternity begins operation as an unchartered bank for the Chinese population. Wu is placed in charge of investments and helps make the enterprise profitable.
• 1900 on: Amidst Wu's slow rise, two local Tongs, the Hip Sing and the On Leong, go to war. It is a simmering, ongoing war that occasionally explodes into open violence. The Fraternity and the ordinary citizens of Chinatown are caught in between. However, the police and other white authorities largely ignore the brutal gang war. Wu's efforts against the Tong come to naught.

The Story

The phonograph scratched as the needle caught, and the small but comfortable study was filled with the swell of strings. The overture to Bellini's Il Puritani, featuring as Talbo none other than the incomparable Enrico Caruso (may he rest in peace, gone earlier this year).

Mr. Samuel Wu, Esquire nursed a small glass of sherry as he looked over his mail. As he has expected, much of it was letters he had hopefully dropped off at the post office, returned unopened when his Chinese surname and Chinatown return address were noted. Crestfallen, he looked over them. His missives to the New York Post, the Board of Aldermen, the District Attorney, anyone he thought might listen. Despite the perfection and eloquence of his English they had not bothered.

With all the talk of mobsters and racketeers, all the men like Rothstein and Dwyer and Morello, no one in this town seemed aware of the decades-long mob war being fought below 14th Street. The Hop Sing and the On Leong had perfected the art of murdering one another over turf and opium long before any of the Jewish, Irish, or Italians began running rum and trading bullets. So many young men dead, so many parents suddenly childless. Wu was suddenly hit by a wave of powerlessness. There had to be something he could do.

Maybe if the law would not help it was time he acted on his own.

The idea hit him like a thunderbolt. It was silly, it was impractical, of course. But the idea of acting the chivalrous hero, to be a Parsifal or Don Ottavio, it appealed to the child in him.

But where to begin? He knew nothing of policing or detecting. Unless he were to take a sabbatical to somehow learn and practice such skills, and then teach them to other community-minded individuals. . .

Wu picked up the newspaper he had idly leafed through earlier, trying to find the ad he spotted earlier in the day. He found it, read it over twice to be sure. He nodded to himself. This was the right choice.

He wound up the telephone, lifted the earpiece from the receiver, spoke in his most cultured voice, which coincidentally was his standard voice. “Hello, operator? Kindly connect me to Miss Elizabeth Hobbs, please.”

The Ether

Color Code:6A5ACD
Theme Song: Prelude to Cavalleria Rusticana

Miss Hobbs' Paranormal Detective Agency

This is very much my jam and I'm hard at work on a CS.