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Current @callousqueen have you tried marriage. ba dum tish.
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You fucking philostines. I give you guys something new with my chef 1 x 1 and all any did was give me laughs! I give up on RPguild. I'm going to deviantart where my ideas will be appreciated.
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17 days ago
roleplayerguild.com/topics/… Courting some,motherfucking, kin of they keypad.

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Role Play Preferences:[/b] Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.

Fandoms: Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.

Personality: Ambiguously ?????????????????.

Favorite Homestuck characters: In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.

Hate kanaya and Jade.

My Homestuck class: Bard of Void

Likes: Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.

Dislike: Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit.

Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.

my 1 x 1 IC

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In the small town of Sandylanes a upstart chef is preparing to enter the world of gourmet, each day he has practiced for this since he was but a wee little boy. He has watched every episode of kitchen nightmares, he has tasted and tested as many types of cusines the american market can offer just to widen his field of taste.

His cuisine culture, if you will. His parents have supported him every step of the way and upon seeing his sheer commitment sold their home so that he may open a small restraunt.

Enter you, the nemesis, the deviant, the light bringer, the experienced excrement resource provider. You have tasted many dishes, many designs that have touched a plate from mans mind first entered your lips. But this...this is fucking awful.

Truly my character is the worse chef you have EVER encounter, the first bite almost legit makes you puke back up. Maybe it even does. You won't let this menace to the food world continue. You will trash him, your redicicule of his attempts at "cooking" as he calls it-more like biogeneic warfare on a plate- will be legendary, even gordon ramsay will wilt like a flower under the treads of a tank at hearing your reaction second hand after this day. How you react, I don't care, expressive, verbal, interpretive dance. Go nuts.


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I only ask that each post be simmering with depression, that each action be with the intended affect to mercillessly destroy this young chefs hope. When this is done, the mods will ban us both and wipe away our content because it will be so depressing that they consider it to able to nudged people to suicidal ideals after reading it.

1: I play the part of the chef.

2: No sex. This isn't a fetish. I just really fucking hate chefs. If you're a chef and reading this, get fucked.

3: Please be able to produce 2 paragraphs. I'm not a hard ass, if you feel a post reaction dosen't warrant that length it's ok. But simply being able to keep to that average is appreciated.

4: If you want me to RP as a character from a show as the chef that will be ripped apart, I might be willing to try but I don't typically RP other people characters. Nor am I media enriched. I know how to play peter griffin, sonic and waluigi though.

5: You can be female or male. I only ask that your dissapointment be unaffected by gender dynamics. This is merely about the anger of a food lover to a food defiler.

((If you haven't guessed I made this purely as a joke))


Spread the drapes and rattle the,motherfucking, town bells, kindred because the bypassed bullshit builder is now a necromancer. Kind of cralwed away from the coils of the computer controlled cursive for a while but now want to decrease the heat with some one on one exchange of editions.

Shit, I'm not exactly capable of cramming couples into my cradles so I'm looking for a single RP'er. Maybe two and then this is closed again.

I'm more easy going than a boulder on the top of a hill, my family of the front,but,motherfucking, I might get a little weird with it. The only thing I don't like is not being able to make my character and straight slice of life -nothing a little weird to at all-

Oh, and I strongly prefer to question my characters chromozones with a little Y as a rule.
@Smike

I'm quiting forum RP,just,motherfucking, to alert arial command that it wasn't out of ice to the freeze in the device. So I'm out.


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Plague town is an RP about a crappy medieval world of ignorant psuedo-doctors who want to become doctors and isolationists nobles trying to avoid letting their city succumb to a plague that broke out 40 years ago. It's been an entire generation worth of people and now the architecture, society and people live around the morbid reality of this sickness. A treatment has been found which causes the sickness to go into recession, allowing people to resume a normal life for a time but it's a losing battle of attrition. The plague will inevitably win.

Our only hope is an team of nobles and doctors to travel to the hamlet that is rumored to be free of the plague in its entirety and try to pry the cure from the tight lipped count.


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Want to know more?

Check out the link below.

roleplayerguild.com/topics/179576-the…
@Jasper19

I wrote it weird because it was meant to come off as a bit of a backwards medieval document. But,motherfucking, I was also more dizzy than a druggy on a swing set so it might read a bit weirder than it should without my meaning.

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Enterprise: Your occupation. AKA: for you that just means write plague doctor. For a noble they have to choose an occupation.

Indepedent Man= You are not legally tied to anyone. You aren't indebted to the house or bound by law to serve someone.

Indentured man = you are bound to serve by law. Be it via paying off a debt you got from a loan or you have a criminal past you got to pay the crown off for ectr.

Man by action: I explain this in lore section, but basically, if you're a woman and you want to be indepedent and look after yourself. You're considered a man by action-eg: you are a man by virtue of your actions-

If you're a woman your not considered indepedent and so forgo certain legal rights-and get other legal rights-

Blight History: Blight is just a legal term for you got the plague. So it's asking if you're ill. Dosen't matter if its in recession or not.

Signature: Your character name goes here.

House History: AKA your family history. Are you from a farming family, how many generations of farming, do you have any rights to land, any specific deeds or house cultures. Typical medieval house culture/history stuff.
@Jasper19

4 to 6 sentences standard.

You're welcome to make a plague doctor character, brother. But I ain't doing reservation since it tend to just clog up spots people end up not committing to sometimes.


Once upon a time...

There was a kingdom glistening under the summer years, a home of unmatched progress that cast pity on the competition of the nearby regions in it expanse of the mind and the soul. It was a thing of beauty in which all could gaze upon, a empire that matched the mountains. That was before the plague came and darkened the clouds, now the sun is forever gone and the master crafted pavement only painted in vomit, bile...and blood...

What once was a city others strived to imitate became an carnivale of death and vacant houses. Thugs who value gold more than health roam nearly unchallenged by the paltry patrol of guards that haven't descended to desperate mercenaries. Those who dream of escape to the other kingdoms finds all bridges burned, the forest cut down and destroyed to stop the encroach of blighted animals, every light which might stop the desperate from falling to their doom in the puzzled cliffs snuffed. Those who fall...are the lucky ones...for the best method of quarantining the plague by foreign law...is burning.

Among the normal populace hope has been heaved from the body along with their homours, it is destitute of health of both the body and the soul. But a faint glimmer of resistance endures in this great city. The plague doctors guild has risen to the task and the nobles walled themselves off, warding off contamination while they scheme Chidehire restoration.

News has come of a counts halmet unaffected by the plague. A cure, yet all the kingdsmen are turned away or don't return. Is the one hope for us all harboured by an unfeeling coupe of attrition...or...is there a deeper evil underfoot this miracle?


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Chidehire Culture and Lore



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OOC


> POST 2 PARAGRAGHS STANDARD <

> POST EVERY 2 DAYS <

> YOUR CHARACTER MAY DIE TO THINGS BEYOND YOUR CONTROL <

> EVERY CHARACTER MUST HAVE NO MORE THAN 3 FEILDS OF STUDY. EDUCATION ISN'T CHEAP HERE <

> YOU MUST -MUST- FORM RELATIONS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS PRIOR. EVEN IF YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS MERELY THAT OF AN PASSING AQUAINTANCE <

> THE RP WILL NOT START UNTIL I HAVE MORE THAN THE MINIMAL AMOUNT OF PLAYERS NEED (4) <

Noble Roles

As a noble you are granted pretty much any kind of item or training you desire. You have more than enough money to fund yourself the kind of life you want even if you are of the weakest and poor of houses. If you want to be a plague doctor though please use a plague doctor role instead with a noble background.

You are allowed two throw away NPCs as guards or servants. You may choose how detailed they are, but don't expect them to last very long. Their chance at long term survivial are low.


Plague Doctor

As a plague doctor your are tasked with keeping the sick city alive, you are forced to undergo training and then succsefully treat one paitent in order to start being paid. Once you become a accepted doctor you are given a doctor uniform, a small lab on wheels-roughly the size of a stall- which you have to pull around yourself due to the lack of healthy horses and a vast collection of tools. Your job is generally awful and a lot of plague doctors still get sick.

There are no pumps for siphoning bile and you have to pump out bile from people pustules. Use your imagination on how many careless doctor get the plague from that.

Unlike plague doctors of our past your shoes are steep capped, your waist of the robed is strapped to a belt and so are the tops of your shoes. This is to stop rats chewing or getting in and nipping you, giving you the plague. IF you are a victim of the plague you'll effectively be evicted from normal plague doctor luxuries at the guild and be forced to care for only the sickest of paitents or be forced to sit in the sick rooms with them when relaxing.

Check out The Plague and the Medical Philosophies to get better insight into plague doctors.


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Where we will start?

The RP will start within the sanctuary of the noble city. All characters will of had time in the noble city and mingled in the past, even if only on a associate level. Plague doctors are typically called into the noble city for meetings and to perform emergency checks up on the nobles as it is considered top priority, It's not unusual for a noble to have 4 to 7 plague doctors examine him and work together, even if it something as simple as they broke their foot...or they want to a cure for their inability to get an erection...

Nobles mingle because they have little choice. You are pretty much trapped in the city without good reason to expiditions outside. For many of said nobles this may be one of the few times in the last couple of decades you got outside.
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Numbers made up the reality of all silicones as atlas hauled the potential new planet to Andromedia, not stars, not space, not even humanity, here code clarified who lived and died, what will work and what won't, here in these stoic beaming halls AIs ruled with near impunity besides from the occasional in and out inhabitant, early riser and their laws. Numbers didn't define organics but it defined machine, it defined wesker and no matter how manny times he forced "Logic Conclude. ACTIVE ACTION CLAUSE" bypass on that decimal back and forth it would return.

He never knew an android could feel boredom. She tried talking to the sleeping humans as he occasionaly motion passed the gallery of people popsicles with his vacuum cleaner, making sure no air containimates got into any of the precious life preserving guts through any unseen crevices created by the errors that hundreds of years inflict. They didn't reply, but he liked to pretend that they did just so he had an excuse to talk, that was until the department head A.I comanded him to stop otherwise be have a bug report sent to the Administer for processing. Wesker had said things he'd never say infront of a human, law 4 forbids any sight of aggression just in case in most circumstance. But there were no humans about...yet...

His giant eyes buzzed with electricity as he looked from side to side, peering at the still bodies in their cyrosleepers...then over her shoulder at the unblinking camera in the corner. He carried on as he normal until the loud click of its gears moving away gave it away "Fucking law of 1 and 0 number analyzing relics..." wesker cheerfully said it with as much battery acid a perpetually grinning, upbeat tune could enforce. The camera clicked back at him and those stubby soft legs waddled like a duck late for class, carrying the android away while she hummed a song a bit too loud in what could be mistaken as an imitation for nervouness.

It didn't matter. The Atlas sleepers would open up soon and everything would be better. Soon that 0.2/4% will sky rocket as his feedback service interaction module would be engaged in god knows how long.

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Wesker was there, awaiting with a smile when the humans awoke. Of course the first few to wake up weren't humans but she just ignored them, they tried to address him and, failing that, commanding the android but wesker only reacted by walking away and getting closer to the sleeper cells. They got the message and left. Wesker was so excited, and that wasn't just talk either, he had several special organs made to replicate states of energy so she could be sincere when they admit feelings of elevation at human presence. Apparently sincerity is a big deal for humans.

The sleeper cracked, hissing like an egg releasing pressure and slowly it pulled apart to let the soft, nude human rise up out of the blue tinted bossom of the machine "Oh, I'm so excited. Welcome back to the Atlas, Master!" weskers clenched his fists before waving them up as if to gesture to the whole world for the reborn homosapien, her voice almost getting so high and soft it matched a young teen speaking into a voice modifer than a robot.

Almost immediately the happy reunion Wesker was expecting had come crashing down. She spent almost her entire time fufilling seeming arbitarily important orders being shouted at by every newly awakened human, rushing back and forth like a serving tray fitted with a rocket up its ass. The only time the robot actually did ANYTHING relating to serving was to refill the demand for more coffee as everyone tried to wake up from the hazy slumpt as they all passed monitors, information and even prints out randomly to one another.

It was only through following one of the ranking officers with his latest demand for more she find herself at the line before the monolith. Motionlessly awaiting for the higher ranking members to finish their monoluge before he can finally unload this large pot of coffee into a mug for the human she had been tailgating up to now.

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@Starlance

Sorry, brother. Should of broadcasted earlier.

I hate to admit it but this RP is dead. It just,motherfucking, had too much flesh fall off as time went on. If you guys are still into it, I can send a flare if I reopen this at a later date. But right now I'm going to chill a little as an RP'er and not a GM before I give cordial another shot.
R 0102 "Jermiah"




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