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In Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead) → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
No objections, approval two.
In Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead) → 12 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dustin

"We did it! We won!"
Cardmon was doing a little dance that, due to the lack of limbs, just looked like he was spinning in place.

"Congratulations." He gave Cardmon a small smile while pondering if this world worked like an RPG and if there were experience points or any other tangible measure of progression.

As if to answer his thoughts, Cardmon began focusing, which kind of just looked like he was constipated, and soon enough a bright rectangular light emerged from the circle on his card, which quickly faded... into another card pack. "Wew!" Cardmon swiped his own card over his spherical forehead as if to wipe the nonexistent sweat off his nonexistent brow. "Victories always feels so energizing! It's way easier to make cards when it happens."

Dustin's eye twitched. Surely Cardmon isn't funneling the additional power it develops into these cards, right?

Right?

...In either case, the card pack has already been made. Might as well open it.

Coelamon, Gomamon, Salamon, Protect Armor, Syakomon, and Mushroomon.

Rather funny that he'd pull a Coelamon right after the fight with one. He'd have to investigate if there was a correlation between Cardmon's opponents and the cards Cardmon produced. Notably, Coelamon was marked as a Champion instead of a rookie, and one of the cards wasn't a digimon. Protect Armor didn't have stats, and its rank was labeled as "Program". The bottom of the card had a small text box that read "HP +10 to Digimon." That was it.

He'd have to ask Cardmon how people are actually expected to play with the cards, because despite his best efforts, rubbing the Protect Armor card on Cardmon's face, Cardmon's Card, and Cardmon's Digivice all did nothing. Surprisingly, the card remained unbent, at least.


After a long, grueling walk towards the mountain in the distance while listening to Cardmon yap about the intricacies of a card game where you basically drew 6 cards out of a deck of 40 and then slapped them down to see who had the higher numbers, they arrived at Angemon's mansion. By then, he was too tired to question the angel man or the circumstances in general and just sat himself down on a couch lined with more numbers and symbols. As he cooled down in the... is this place air conditioned? -As he cooled down, he decided to take more pictures of the symbols, because at the least, he might recognize some patterns if not their actual meaning. He eventually noticed that more than just the couch had symbols, and after grabbing something to eat with one hand - until that hand was needed, he found himself taking pictures of just about every trinket he could find. Some of the objects just raised questions as to why anyone would go through the trouble of inscribing symbols on them. Only rarely did he actually find a random decoration that had no symbols to speak of.

He wonders if Angemon would be down to let him pocket one of these.

In Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead) → 12 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dustin

"Wook upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!"

Dustin gave Cardmon an unimpressed look. He raised a single eyebrow as he examined the Coelamon and failed to discern any mark made on its body at the point where Cardmon's card had bounced off of it.

"I'm 'wooking' alright, but I'm afraid I'm not seeing anything."

Cardmon looked genuinely hurt, but quickly snapped out of it, wearing an affronted look that was hard to interpret as anger on his big-eyed chibi-ish face. "Wook harder! It doesn't matter how stwong the enemy is, Cardmon Curses will always take effect." He then turned to look at Coelamon itself, oddly giving off the impression that he was pointing at the mutant fish, despite not actually doing so in any conceivable way. "Cardmon curses make digimon slower, weaker, or more fragile. Maybe he's weaker now?" Cardmon began fidgeting a bit as if unsure himself.

Dustin grimaced. Why was he asking him about his own curse? In any case, if Cardmon believed he accomplished something, he might as well keep at it. "Well, if what you say is true, you might as well go ahead and keep laying curses. They can stack, right?"

"Yes!" That, at least, was good news. "Maybe Coewlamon is just too stwong for it to be obvious. I'll keep trying."

Dustin simply nodded towards Cardmon. "Good luck, then. I think I will be examining this car more closely. Rest assured, I am very good at splitting my focus. My..." he paused, unsure of the wording. "...emotional energies should remain at your disposal. It's best we test this out now while we can still do so relatively safely."

Cardmon clearly didn't like what he was hearing but still nodded before psyching itself up and heading back to pelt the Coelamon with his card curse. If Cardmon had heard the earlier directive to aim at Coelamon's eye, it didn't seem to show it, but if he was to be believed, his main contributions shouldn't really be direct damage anyway.

As for the vehicle, he popped the hood one more time, keeping one eye on Cardmon but otherwise taking another gander at the hitherto incomprehensible symbols combined with a mess of numbers.
0001878935900001641111000000000001001001001000250

It was a dense wall of symbols lacking any apparent formatting, presumably to save space. They were mostly glowing in rainbow colors, as if the coding (if it could be called that) was written in a thick gel pen and subsequently animated. When he reached out to touch the substance, he found that the ink seemed to come off readily, and would just as readily leave his fingertips on further contact with the black surface it was written on. The rainbow ink would move along the surface itself, neatly conforming to the symbol or number already there, as if repairing the smudge he had made to begin with if no greater change is made. It was a bizarre phenomenon, but at least he didn't have to worry about messing it up too easily.

Through trial and error, he found that some of the coding couldn't be altered, changing back to its previous state immediately as if sucking the ink off his fingers. Still, most numbers seemed to accept changes even if the ink immediately changed back to 0 with nothing apparently happening. The 0s were suspiciously like binary flags, so he started by picking a random one further down and changing it to a 1, just to see what would happen. This got him the nice result of the passenger-side door making a quiet thunk as the door locked, and changing it back to a 0 unlocked it. Excited by the progress, he went back towards the 0s on the top row and changed one of them into a 1, only to find that the car he was just leaning over immediately jumped, hitting him in the stomach with surprising force and causing him to fall over backwards as it landed on its tires, making a pretty loud noise but otherwise looking no worse for wear.

He caught some weird looks from some of the other humans, some of the digimon including Cardmon, and even Coelamon sent a confused glare his way, but he ignored them, standing up and brushing himself off. Right, maybe trial and error with what may just be the fundamental forces of this new reality wasn't such a good idea, but it was still pretty tempting.

He pondered this while also pondering what Cardmon was actually doing in the fight against Coelamon, because it kind of looked like it had started gently petting the fish mutant with its card. Is it applying curses? Do those count as attacks, somehow? What is it even doing?
In Yu-Gi-Oh! RP Interest Check → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I've been giving the idea of Yugioh RPs some thought lately, and while you hit on a lot of good points, yugioh RPs (that aren't borderline tabletop RPs) and more broadly the anime tends to be an asspull contest. I'm not sure how you plan on handling things, but while shifting the focus of the RP towards a fantasy world of RPG-based monsters can help that aspect, it doesn't sound particularly conducive to player agency. Don't get me wrong; running an RP is difficult and running an RP well is impossible, but I have concerns about how much players will actually be able to make decisions if the world isn't robust enough to handle going off the rails.

There's also a lot of obvious mechanical questions, like how to avoid players solving every problem by busting out a Raigeki or solving every problem with their ace monster which just so happens to have non-targeting, non-destruction board wipes. Are we going full RPG monsters where effects barely matter, and if so, what do effects and spell/traps even do? Are we doing actual duels, and if so, what are the stakes when players are expected to style on every enemy?

Finally, I also tried to test out the deck sheet you made, and I'm not sure sticking to exactly 3 in each category or having arbitrary categories like "signature dragon" is ideal for giving people an idea of what the deck is like, how it works, or even the simple aesthetics of it. This might be because I filled it out with an actual (if slightly aged) non-archetypal deck, but I'm not sure it would work perfectly even with more thematic decks, other than rote archetype decks. Did you have custom cards in mind for this RP?

In Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dustin

Dustin examined the "Digivice" thrown to him, fiddling with it as much as possible (which is to say, hardly at all) before concluding the thing wasn't meant to be manually operated much at this stage. He could look up a couple of details on Cardmon, but only Cardmon, and there wasn't much about it to find. The "evolution" tab had a lot of implications, but it only showed Cardmon and its previous forms, of which there were apparently two, both labeled babies, which is saying something considering how babyish Cardmon was already. Cardmon's only "skill" was listed as "Card Curse", though skills didn't seem to have a description of any kind. He pulled out the six cards he had pulled from the booster pack Cardmon gave him and eyed them warily. Magic is real, so superstition logically required reexamination.

"These cards wouldn't happen to be cursed, would they, Cardmon?"

"Nooooo?" Cardmon answers in a tone of voice that Dustin can't discern as being either genuine confusion or the denial of a child caught red-handed.

Before the interrogation can continue, however, a freakish fish monster emerges and greets them with a poorly-aimed jet of water. Its arrival certainly came as a surprise, but it was perhaps more surprising that it was allegedly intelligent, or at least intelligent enough to be interested in the bounty Dorumon mentioned off-handedly, while still thinking that attacking now was a good idea. Despite the cognitive ability to act independently, it seemed to think going toe to toe with the ten or so digimon here all at once was just fine, so either the gap in power is outstanding or the fish is just an idiot. Either way, it was rather captivating to see a super-powered monster in action. There's a lot of exotic animals on Earth capable of bizarre feats, but that jet of water couldn't have realistically been bodily fluids or stored sea water.

Klara and her bean-shaped purple flying gecko were the first to launch an attack, and, belatedly, he realized that it was still possible that their numbers advantage would mean nothing when they were all so new to human-digimon partnerships. The power to produce ambiguously cursed trading cards when no one was looking wasn't quite as... well, flashy, let's say. Still, based on what he's been told, Cardmon is supposed to fight for him, using his emotional energy, and if it's at all possible, he should at least try to understand what he's working with here. Thinking to give it a try, he clutched his digivice, and in turn, couldn't shake the feeling that it was responding to him... Probably. Looking at Cardmon, the spherical tyke didn't seem to notice the attempted effort, its attention fixed on the fish monster as it began to fidget in place, its spinning card rotating a bit more erratically.

"So, Cardmon, as a Digimon, you can fight, right?" He felt the need to ask.

Cardmon turned to look at him, his face betraying his lack of confidence, but seeing Dustin's ever-stoic expression, he steeled his nerves before answering, "Yes! I can fight. If there's one thing Cardmon are known fow, it's our curses!"

...Not their cards?

Not hearing Dustin's thoughts, Cardmon floated up a bit higher off the ground before reeling back, then launching the card atop its head with a surprisingly violent spin. The card is launched away after a couple of rotations as if it were an olympic discus, flying off towards the fishy creature like a missile, coated in an inexplicable ominous aura.

"Card Curse!"
In Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Luluna 3/3, you can move them to the char tab
In Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I mentioned it on the discord but just to make it explicit, Approval 2/3 for Kari & Sora @The World
In Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dustin

Dustin mostly absorbed the gist of things through osmosis as the... digimon began giving their... partners the rundown, but the purple one certainly helped clarify... well, closer to nothing than he would have liked, but- ah...!?

Something had pulled his hair, and given its briefness and lack of follow-through, he didn't judge it to be a genuine threat. It was giving him elementary school tomfoolery vibes, and he had to stop and muster the patience to deal with this in this situation in a sensible manner. When he actually turned around to look at the culprit, he found that Klara had already caught the creature... and was now making it uncomfortable with her affections, it seemed. He sent the scaly purple creature a disappointed glare like a father might after their child professes their undying love and fiscally irresponsible financial support for the Insane Clown Posse. In any case, he said nothing as he turned back to refocus on the other, fuzzier purple creature and began to fit the sparse details into place to match what he was seeing in front of his eyes.

If this is a completely digital world, then they've literally entered the matrix, though unless the... well, cutscene they just witnessed was fabricated, their entry and the fuzzy purple digimon's characterization of this place as pseudo-extradimensional implies that they are here bodily, not just mentally or even 'spiritually,' if astral projection is even a thing. Who can say when digital magic is apparently real? The symbols that are on the car and were involved in their arrival here had to be some type of magical programming language, in the sense of sufficiently advanced technology being magical, and given its usage thus far, the implication is that understanding of it would give one the power to reshape reality itself.

How terrifying. Reality was uncertain enough without literal cheat codes. He couldn't even be sure that all of this is real. The human mind is woefully fallible and is constantly lying to itself. If entering the digital world 'digitizes' them, then aren't all of them subject to that digital code? Aspirations, memories, personality, everything that makes a person who they are could be rewritten just by changing a few variables.

Dustin's brow furrowed as he thought of the ramifications and their likelihood. If the ambiguously Lucifer-themed digimon, judging by the name, was the ruler of this world, then he would likely have an understanding of the digital world's code near the peak of what was possible, and if his goal is to manipulate the humans to his side, then he should have the means to do so by force, if it is possible. The fact that they all remain here and relatively cooperative with the fuzzy purple one implies that, at minimum, there's some sort of distance limitation. They had to know something of digital programming given their only enemy is someone who apparently knows enough to bring nearly a dozen humans into the digital world. Either that or the digital world's programming is disappointingly useless.

In any case, he'd have to study it when he could. As with any kind of new, ad-hoc programming pseudo-language with no god damn documentation, the first step was going to have to be trial and error experimentation, and the only thing he possibly could do it with was the car.

That'd have to wait though, because no matter how his thoughts wander, it's hard to miss the feeling of being watched when the culprit is hiding in plain sight. And by plain sight, of course, he means the googly-eyed sphere with a giant rectangle above its head hiding behind the fuzzy purple thing.

He cocks a brow at it and the purple... porcine-wolf-looking creature. The latter catches his look and decides it's high time to shoo the sentient exclamation point towards him, and with a casual push the floating digimon seems to... stumble? In mid-air? While it's floating? And then crash land just in front of him, still leaning against the hood of the car, arms still crossed, not having moved anything other than his head to watch the trainwreck unfold.

Nonetheless, the little thing seems to make a valiant effort of picking itself up and shaking itself off. It opens its mouth and then absolutely fumbles a couple of greetings - "I am you Cardmon! Er... Partner, your- uh, How are is- I mean, am, is- are. You- uh..." until Dustin can't bear to see this go on any longer.

"So, you would be my assigned partner, then?

It nods vigorously, its spinning rectangular appendage (?) flopping about as it does so in a way that makes its spherical body wobble even after it stops nodding before returning to a neutral floating position.

"Hewwo! I'm Cardmon!" It introduced, earlier nerves seemingly gone completely.

At that, Dustin inhaled deeply, blinked a few times as if he couldn't believe his eyes, much less that this was going to be his life, before slowly enunciating the word, "H e l l o."

Cardmon tilted its head, then tilted slightly in the other direction, back and forth, floating in place, less and less, not unlike a living pendulum, as it apparently failed to counteract the momentum of returning its own head to a neutral position.

"Repeat after me. Hello."

"...Helwo?

"H e l l o."

"...Hewwwlloh? Cardmon said, clearly struggling somehow but still looking happy. He was being trained by a human already, after all.

Dustin let out a long-suffering sigh. "We'll work on it I guess." He regarded Cardmon for a moment, eyeing its unusual bodily form. The card wasn't spinning enough to keep it afloat like a helicopter, but it certainly seemed capable of flight anyway.

"So, you're Cardmon." He turned his eyes up towards the giant floating card above Cardmon. "...And that would be your card, I take it?"

"Uh-huh! Oh, and I made you a pwesent!"

Dustin twitched at the pronunciation but otherwise said nothing as Cardmon flew away, up and over the vertical vehicles until it reached one at the far edge of the clearing. Using its own card like a broom, it sweeped something off the top of the vehicle and onto its spherical head, then miraculously managed to float back without tripping on literally nothing and falling face-first onto the ground.

"Here you go! I made it mysewlf!"

Dustin had to wonder if Cardmon was putting his impromptu lesson to good use already or if it was just a coincidence. In any case, Cardmon's home-made present seemed to be... a pack of cards. Looking between Cardmon's football-length card and the standard-sized booster pack in his hands, he had to wonder how Cardmon actually made this, especially considering Cardmon didn't have hands. Or arms. Just a cardboard spatula, kinda.

Seeing him dally, Cardmon rushed him; "Go! Open it! Maybe there's somethin' good inside!"

Dustin had to wonder why Cardmon seemed to be more excited for the pack opening than he was when Cardmon was the one who made the card pack to begin with. In any case, it shouldn't hurt to open it.


Renamon, Hawkmon, Betamon, Toy Agumon, Crabmon, and Kunemon. Six cards per pack, it seems.

While the illustrations lean somewhat on the interpretive side, they at least seem well-made. Still, the cards themselves only have a name, a rank (rookie for all of them) and a pair of numbers, presumably representing offense and either health or defense. It was useful to get a sample of some of the digimon he had no other way of seeing, but in terms of game balance, he can't imagine why anyone would bother with the cards with lower stats. Perhaps the colors have something to do with it? He'd have to figure out how these cards were actually used.

"So, is this your power?" the purple fuzzy one had mentioned that they grow in power with emotional energy, implying they would be doing the fighting directly, and that could only mean these digimon - digital monsters, if he had to guess, were made to fight.

"Yup! I can make you more packs whenever! It makes me tired though, so not too many, okay?"

"Of course. And, as for these cards, what do they..." There's no subtle way to ask this, is there? "What do they do?"

Cardmon just laughed. "They're cards, silwy! You play with them! I can show you wlater, yeah?"

Thinking Cardmon's words to be non-literal, he asked for further clarification. "Could you describe the way you play with them, Cardmon?"

Cardmon tilted its head again. "I thought humons had games too?" This time Cardmon began wobbling around his center axis like a bobblehead while trying to reset to a neutral position. Maybe he was trying something new.

Still not a straight answer. "Do they have... combat applications?" Please say yes.

"Fun games raise... what was it cawlled? Mowale?"

Oh. "...Morale."

"That's it!"
In Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dustin

Just as Klara began eating while talking about how the food could be poisoned, after she had given him her quiet thanks, the lights cut out, and some people seemed to panic. While somewhat startling, it was just a power outage, so Dustin turned on his phone's flashlight and speared another slice of meat on his fork. As he was chewing, he noticed beyond everyone's phone lights that the old computer in the corner of the room was on. The screen was dark, either being so old that it lacked a backlight or surprisingly new, with an OLED monitor or something. There seemed to be moving text on the screen, which he couldn't make out at the angle and distance he was sitting at across the room, though it certainly caught his attention when the text seemed to slip out from the screen entirely. For once, he gave something his undivided attention without outside factors urging him to do so. Setting down the fork and pocketing his phone and earbuds, he stood up as the characters, now visible and clearly not English words or roman characters of any kind, began to take over the walls of the ballroom, darkening the room behind them. There were 1s and 0s not unlike binary, but the swirling mass of characters, many of which were unidentifiable, were not remotely possible to parse.

Soon enough, gravity itself seemed to shift, the room tilting precariously as the walls of the ballroom had been replaced by a spiral funnel of alien computer code. Though the tables and chairs didn't seem to shift with them, everyone in the room was soon falling into the computer like something out of a bad sci-fi movie.

Then, darkness. Darkness, and... are those stars?

A vivid blue sky bled through his surroundings and soon he was hitting the ground back-first as if only having tripped and fallen. Ouch.

The black void they fell through to get here quickly receded into the blue sky above, shrinking into nothingness like it had never existed in the first place.

Looking around, he found that the others seem to have made it here in one piece, and that they were now in some kind of car graveyard, with numerous cars sticking out of the ground like they were plowed into it with great force. Despite that, none of the cars seemed to be overly damaged, several looking brand new, and a few were even right-side up, looking ready to be driven.

They were in a relatively clear area, the ground made up of sand and loose patches of grass like where an undeveloped beach gives way to land. Off in the distance, a number of suspicious creatures the size of large dogs seemed to be heading their way, and while there was a good chance any given one could be fought off given their size, there were quite a lot of them, and he couldn't bring himself to act when they were so extraordinarily bizarre. Was that a pile of rocks? A small dinosaur? A straight up fairy? What the hell? In horror movies, it's easy to call the characters stupid for their inaction in the face of uncertainty, but when confronted with a fantastical sight, isn't it only natural to need time to process? To ensure their senses aren't simply deceiving them? Is it stupid not to flee from smoke and mirrors? Is it less stupid to instantly accept that they were just isekai'd through a computer ostensibly from the 90s?

Trying not to be a helpless horror movie victim, Dustin calmly got up and began walking over to the nearest vehicle that was left on four wheels. The gap between the vertical vehicles were large enough to drive through, and while he hadn't settled on a definite judgement of the situation, he was decisive enough to avoid complete analysis paralysis, even if he wasn't giving the current circumstances the urgency his actions would otherwise imply it deserved. He didn't take his eyes off of the approaching bizarre creatures either. Essentially, he was doing things by rote in order to hedge his bets while he tried to rationalize things. Acting calmly was less likely to flag him as prey to the creatures in any case, and he needed the extra time to google how to hotwire a car.

When he got to a car, however, he found that not only did it not have any keys, it didn't have a keyhole at all, or any discernible starting mechanism. The steering column was of a type that made it easy to get the plastic cover off and therefore hotwire, but once he did, there weren't any wires beneath it at all. Just the inexplicable symbols from their recent abduction glowing on whatever concrete-like material made up the steering column, in a haphazard arrangement. Frowning, he took a picture of the symbols with his phone, put the piece of plastic covering up the steering column back, pulled a lever to pop the hood, and got out of the car. The hood was unlocked but the first of the creatures were already starting to reach them. Judging by the lack of immediate mauling, he had time, so he pulled up the hood to find... a completely flat interior with more of the same symbols. He begrudgingly took another picture before slamming the hood shut and sighing, leaning back against it to see what the business with the approaching creatures was actually about. Really, just what the hell was going on?
In Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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