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The Wolfman (starring Lon Chaney Jr.), Silver Bullet, The Howling, and Dog Soldiers are all good werewolf movies, what are you on about?
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The Wolfman (starring Lon Chaney Jr.), Silver Bullet, The Howling, and Dog Soldiers are all good werewolf movies, what are you on about?
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@IAmTheIsland no, but you do get to brag that you pay good money for the privilege of- (checks notes) "entering a grocery store"...
7 days ago
I dunno, probly
8 days ago
I ain't afraid of no basilisk, for I am the chosen one, armed with occam's razor and aided by pavlov's dog and shcrodingers cat, nobody can stop me
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11 days ago
@wheels depending on the context you can often get away with leaving the title for last. If you insist on a title while writing, a "working title" is a placeholder until you think of something better
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Bios are stupid; oh, sure, everyone can see them, but I bet nobody reads them.
Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.
No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I was very tired.
There, in the training room (technically the basement, with a curtain drawn, so the Ecto Containment Unit wouldn't be a distraction), the training video was cut off.
"And that, Juniors, is the conclusion of the video portion of your training, today!" The trainer was a bizarre individual; she was 6 feet tall, and had bubblegum pink hair, done in pigtails. The uniform had changed itself, perhaps to set the Bureau of Occult Occurrences apart from The Ghostbusters? She was dressed in canvas work pants, a simple t-shirt and an open, navy blue field jacket, with a black name patch. The patch had red stitching that spelled 'GILLMORE'. The willful addition of the iconic "no ghost" emblem on the right sleeve, though not in line with proper uniform, definitely pointed to embracing the connection to the New York based business entity.
"Next, we'll be going over the standard field equipment, as the field is where you'll be spending much of your time, in this organization!" A pause, a falter to the smile, "Unless the Station Master assigns you to 'training detail' because he's mad at you, or something..."
Extending a telescopic pointer, she gave a a swish, "Who wants to pick the first thing we talk about, on that table?" Another swish, gesturing to a folding table, with a variety of equipment laid out for demonstration purposes.
Another swish, putting the pointer into a students' face, "How about you, 'sunshine'?"
A television screen comes to life, buzzing with static, then with a click, switches to footage of the one and only Raymond Stantz, sitting at a desk.
"Greetings, trainees, and welcome, to your first day with the Bureau of Occult Occurrences; 'BOO'!" He allowed himself a brief moment to laugh at himself, before continuing.
"As you know, ever since the 'Final Confrontation' in Oklahoma, and the 'Garaka Incursion' in New York, paranormal activity has only grown, both in frequency, and range! While the growing Paranormal Research and Development Center is working hard to better understand this phenomenon, it was not going to be enough to simply know what was happening, but to have a response-" Mention of the PRDC prompted an Image of Winston Zedmoore, posing for a picture in front of a now more developed Center building.
"Lucky for the good people of these United States, we, the surviving Ghostbusters, reluctantly agreed to enter a cooperation agreement with the National Security Organization, for the purpose of training operatives to deal with these paranormal activities." Another image appeared on the screen, of the full team, including the Spengler Family, in the wake of the Garaka Incursion."And thus, the 'Ghostbusters' have gone, 'Ghost-to-Ghost'!" Another moment to laugh at his own joke.
"So, the question is no longer, 'Who ya gonna call?', but 'Are you prepared... To answer it?'." He smiled to the camera, and concluded, "Welcome aboard!"
Welcome to Ghostbusters: Legacy; an rp made to let players have their own ghostbusting adventures, in all new settings, because not everything can be localized to Manhattan Island :P
This one will take place in Western Washington, because that's the locale I'm most familiar with.
The Firehouse is the standard model for base of operations, and the adoption of ranking:
Trainee/"Junior">Inspector(fully trained agent)>Lieutenant>Captain>Assistant Station Master>Station Master (this is limited to an individual firehouse, with higher regional positions being Chief, Marshal and Grand-Marshal, for City, County, and State level respectively).
The rest, we can world build together!
Please submit characters via pm, and wait for approval before posting in the character tab.
Characters:
Danny Vic Javier
Character Name: Age: Personality: Background: Do You Believe in UFO's, Astral Projections, Mental Telepathy, ESP, Clairvoyance, Spirit Photography, Telekinetic Movement, Full Trance Mediums, The Loch Ness Monster and The Theory of Atlantis?:
One character per player, please.
(also, don't let the organization deter you, we're all here to have fun, the humor is still supposed to be part of this)
Ok, well, I don't know about you, @Theyra, but I still want to give this a try. If you're still interested, I'll work up an ooc, and post the link here. I'll fill out the rest of the team with npc's, whom I'll retire as new players come along.
Something that helps me with creative writing/rp, when I'm having a hard time? Just write any random/stupid stuff that pops into your head. Drift in and out of streams of consciousness, prattle on incoherently, and even spout random nonsense, and it isn't long before my mind starts coming up with ideas I can really work with.
Even if it doesn't work 100% of the time, it's still 100% better than staring at the screen and "waiting for inspiration".
Bios are stupid; oh, sure, everyone can [i]see[/i] them, but I bet nobody reads them.
Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.
No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I [i]was[/i] very tired.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Bios are stupid; oh, sure, everyone can <span class="bb-i">see</span> them, but I bet nobody reads them.<br><br>Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there. <br><br>No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I <span class="bb-i">was</span> very tired.</div>