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2 yrs ago
Current For those wondering where I fucked off to ... the apple iphone 14 pre-order launch is this thursday and I work software dev for a cell carrier. Been a lil slammed.
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2 yrs ago
As someone who once unironically used grey-on-black text .... don't. Its impossible to read on OLED screens, which include most modern phones.
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2 yrs ago
Sometimes I feel like this site is a Thai buffet. I'm sure there's delicious things here, but for the life of my I can't find anything that really speaks to me right now.
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2 yrs ago
When not prepping for my D&D table, I should spruce up some of my stuff here. Not all of my old content is the garbage I presumed it was. But some things I wrote we won't talk about ....
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2 yrs ago
Reflections on characters past: "Adi really was a spoiled brat. How did I ever think her motivations were compelling?"

Bio

Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.

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Visions of Futures
A Collection of Interesting Ideas

Some of you familiar with how I do things probably know how this works. What we have here are a collection of concepts, none of which are anywhere close to being a full roleplay just yet. I post these when I have multiple general ideas but no plan for which to prioritize. Interest and feedback guide my efforts to whichever seems most likely to attract people. So without further ado, here's my latest collection of machinations for your consideration, commentary, and critique.


Yet Another Alien Apocalypse ...
... this time with mechs.

They came once before, and the casualties were in the hundreds of millions. We knew they would be back, and that we had to be ready. But all that was 30 years ago. This generation grew up without the experience of our very existence being threatened ... but they are our salvation now. They made planetfall 15 days ago, and we have since mobilized everything we have. This time, it will not be a desperate struggle to save our skin. This time they will know they fucked with the wrong planet.

This story follows a bunch of relatively young pilots too young to remember firsthand just what the enemy did to mankind. Nonetheless, they are the soldiers that will stand and fight wielding a variety of mechs developed to counter these hostiles. A main battle tank demands a well-trained crew of three, but a vehicle mimicking the human form takes less training and only a single operator to wield with lethal effectiveness. The mechs are somewhat prefab - military issue and all - but beyond being one of a number of chassis available, the weapon layouts are completely customizable. Exactly how customization is handled is still very up in the air since I want to give as much player freedom as I believably can.
Feedback Wanted.


2077: Fantasies and Nightmares
Just forty stories separate the Gods from the Slaves

That enigmatic titling aside, this is a cyberpunk idea (hence my cheeky reference to the future GOTY whenever it bothers to release) that exists somewhere between the grim predictions of Deus Ex and the colorfully deceptive dystopia of Cyberpunk 2077. At one point this concept looked every different and even toed into the realm of high sci-fi where ludicrous technologies would be accepted without question, but my intents have shifted. In this world your height in society is a very literal construct. The elites with their helicopters and penthouses live high above the rest, leaving the populous that build their world out of sight and out of mind. I keep going back and forth on how grim to make the lower portions of this very vertical world. That and I keep debating exactly how to start off the players (no, true sandbox is not going to happen).
Feedback Wanted.


More Than a Man
Great power brings great irresponsibility ...

I actually keep flip-flopping between doing this as superpower or modern magic. The fundamental difference is that superpower actually opens the door to some of that high sci-fi gadgetry I mentioned earlier (Tony Stark doesn't have any superpowers but that doesn't stop him from kicking ass). Meanwhile the modern magic route has involves a more interesting (albeit more laborious) worldbuild. I'm probably going to settle on the former option because that eliminates the need to work the high sci-fi elements into somewhere it probably won't work as well. This idea is extremely preliminary.
Feedback Wanted.



Thanks for bothering to read what is essentially a minimally-organized public brainstorm. I definitely and looking for some thoughtful feedback on all of these, as well as just some general commentary on what's most interesting to people. This is mostly for me to really decide what's the best route to go in terms of developing my next roleplay project. I like to be extremely thorough even before my projects go up for interest check so the potential for a lot of wasted time is real.
Visions of Futures
A Collection of Interesting Ideas

Some of you familiar with how I do things probably know how this works. What we have here are a collection of concepts, none of which are anywhere close to being a full roleplay just yet. I post these when I have multiple general ideas but no plan for which to prioritize. Interest and feedback guide my efforts to whichever seems most likely to attract people. So without further ado, here's my latest collection of machinations for your consideration, commentary, and critique.


Yet Another Alien Apocalypse ...
... this time with mechs.

They came once before, and the casualties were in the hundreds of millions. We knew they would be back, and that we had to be ready. But all that was 30 years ago. This generation grew up without the experience of our very existence being threatened ... but they are our salvation now. They made planetfall 15 days ago, and we have since mobilized everything we have. This time, it will not be a desperate struggle to save our skin. This time they will know they fucked with the wrong planet.

This story follows a bunch of relatively young pilots too young to remember firsthand just what the enemy did to mankind. Nonetheless, they are the soldiers that will stand and fight wielding a variety of mechs developed to counter these hostiles. A main battle tank demands a well-trained crew of three, but a vehicle mimicking the human form takes less training and only a single operator to wield with lethal effectiveness. The mechs are somewhat prefab - military issue and all - but beyond being one of a number of chassis available, the weapon layouts are completely customizable. Exactly how customization is handled is still very up in the air since I want to give as much player freedom as I believably can.
Feedback Wanted.


2077: Fantasies and Nightmares
Just forty stories separate the Gods from the Slaves

That enigmatic titling aside, this is a cyberpunk idea (hence my cheeky reference to the future GOTY whenever it bothers to release) that exists somewhere between the grim predictions of Deus Ex and the colorfully deceptive dystopia of Cyberpunk 2077. At one point this concept looked every different and even toed into the realm of high sci-fi where ludicrous technologies would be accepted without question, but my intents have shifted. In this world your height in society is a very literal construct. The elites with their helicopters and penthouses live high above the rest, leaving the populous that build their world out of sight and out of mind. I keep going back and forth on how grim to make the lower portions of this very vertical world. That and I keep debating exactly how to start off the players (no, true sandbox is not going to happen).
Feedback Wanted.


More Than a Man
Great power brings great irresponsibility ...

I actually keep flip-flopping between doing this as superpower or modern magic. The fundamental difference is that superpower actually opens the door to some of that high sci-fi gadgetry I mentioned earlier (Tony Stark doesn't have any superpowers but that doesn't stop him from kicking ass). Meanwhile the modern magic route has involves a more interesting (albeit more laborious) worldbuild. I'm probably going to settle on the former option because that eliminates the need to work the high sci-fi elements into somewhere it probably won't work as well. This idea is extremely preliminary.
Feedback Wanted.



Thanks for bothering to read what is essentially a minimally-organized public brainstorm. I definitely and looking for some thoughtful feedback on all of these, as well as just some general commentary on what's most interesting to people. This is mostly for me to really decide what's the best route to go in terms of developing my next roleplay project. I like to be extremely thorough even before my projects go up for interest check so the potential for a lot of wasted time is real.
I'm still holding onto a sheet back in the int check thread, waiting for a feedback pass before I do touch-ups, proofing, and finalize the thing. Would appreciate that so I can get a last draft done before the end of the weekend.
@Archetype Zero Discord is one of those things that's as much a curse as it is a blessing. I won't ramble on the complexities of my thoughts on it now. I'll simply add that I've become more reserved about the idea since actually taking on the role of GM.
@Grijs Ya know how I said I could easily retool? Yeah we're past that point. We passed that point when the background got over 500 words. Clocking in at over 1300 now .... commitment has been made. I took what you said and decided to start writing the full version out. I think I've done a good job of making things as believable as I can but I wanna run it by you. Also I'm stuck, see the note text at the very end (it should be obvious what's note text).

You'll have to forgive his impatience. You get used to it to some extent.

And if we have all of that shit stacked against us, what exactly do we have going for us!?
Anywhere I have my music and no one to bother me.
A WARRIOR FALLS



Arrows from afar pierced the flesh of the soldiers encircling her, the product of her distant allies lending what they could to her dire situation as she wrenched her staff free of the longsword embedded in it. The numbers were bad, but the lack of space to properly wield her lengthy weapon would be the death of her. She poked and clashed, blade on blade, with the first soldier to her front, testing his defense. His expression shifted momentarily, a subtle grin prematurely anticipating his success, even though Adi was nowhere near letting him land a strike.

And then a scream erupted as the bird of prey sunk its massive talons into her surprise attacker’s skull. The jig was up and she thrust backwards, sinking the butt of her staff into the stomach of the ambushing soldier to her rear. A pivot, a loft, and a hard swing down embedded the blade deep into his head just as the bird fled. It didn’t break free until she planted her boot into the corpse’s face, promptly launching her backwards and into the waiting arms of yet another hostile. She managed to bring her staff up to guard her face just in time but got it pinned against her throat by her assailant grabbing his own sword by the blade.

A second was there to finish her off, steel at the ready. In desperation she pulled both her legs off the ground and drove her boots into his chest. The soldier holding her in a choke caught an arrow in his knee just as he was struggling to hold onto her full weight, and fell onto his back with her atop him. Her lungs burned from breathless exertion. The edges of her vision were fading. She remembered her knife belt and prayed she wouldn’t lose her head if she let go. Her hand slipped, she grabbed a knife, and started relentlessly stabbing at her attacker’s ribs until he released her.

She practically threw her own weapon away as she rolled off of his writhing body, gasping heavily as everything became unbearably bright with her vision returning. Movement on her left, swinging from above her drew her focus and with it her weapon. She just barely stopped the axe coming for her skull, but its wielder was fresh. Her focus was already drained. He hooked her staff and ripped it clean from her tired grip. She staggered to all fours and lunged for it, only to catch the leather of a boot clean in her sternum.

Her chest felt like it was in a vice, her breath being stolen away again. Panic cemented its grip on her. She rolled back and desperately tried to parry with bare arms, forgetting she didn’t have her reinforced bracers to protect delicate flesh. And the axe came down.

A SORCERER RISES



The steel met smoke and dirt, a black whisp racing across the ground, dissolving the fallen staff, and then Adrianna reappeared out of thin air behind her killer and ran him through. Kassandra momentarily had her, giving the blade a hard twist and ripping it out, shredding what was left of his heart as he fell to the ground. Adi came to in a daze, not sure how she had ended up here or even fully remembering the last few seconds.‘The hell was that?’ Where even adrenaline was failing her a moment ago, her energy and wits were back about her, and she took two steps back to figure out what came next.

‘Me saving your life.’
“Well your timing...” she grunted aloud, parrying another sword and twisting it off into a spinning kick, “SUCKS!”
It managed to throw her latest opponent back several feet. The separation bought precious seconds to strategize, and bicker with the voice in her head. ‘You’re a sorcerer now. Start fighting like one!’
“I got not juice left from la-”
‘No. Stop with that bullshit. Now do it.’
She tightened her grip as the remaining three soldiers regrouped from being attacked with ... a tree? She glanced right and saw Gwynne fighting for her life against better odds, and with backup. Kassandra had finally worked up the strength to help out it seemed. The same fire in her veins she remembered from the previous night had returned, giving her strength. Three soldiers, two swords and double axes. She didn’t have her gloves to grab them by the blade and disarm. ‘Go for it. I will protect you.’

She remembered what made this energy tick. ‘Aggression is power.’ She dropped her staff. She felt the crackle at her fingertips, and stepped forward to face the first challenger. His cohorts scrambled to flank her right as he swung decisively at her neck. She reached up and grabbed the sword with a bare hand. All three hostiles froze, and in their hesitation she struck. Adi pulled the blade over her head, spinning with it and struck with her free hand at its wielder’s grip, liberating the weapon. She turned back but instead of swinging for him, she thrust an open palm first, launching him backward in a blast of energy and into the waiting arms of the stocky northman Dorian nearby. She pivoted to face the other two, fearfully flat footed of the monster they had awakened.
@Dr Catfish I specifically said I would linger around to find out more about what you had planned and that I would consider further. I never committed in any capacity to submitting a CS. I should never have been counted as an actual participant. To that end, if anything went wrong here, it's the mistake of counting chickens before they hatch. This is why I like to demand character sheets in the int check so minimum capacity is already met when I create the OOC thread. "I'm interested" by itself holds no intrinsic value and a 50% loss rate going from int check to OOC is pretty par for the course.
I'll evolve the concept a bit more and make a more complete version of it. I think a few of the difficulties in sale could be rectified by that. It also isn't *too* hard to retool to one of a couple of options that don't strain credulity as much.

And you have an entire faction built around zealous piety .. and they don't have an Inquisition? That just feels wrong. :P
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