Sixsmith

Camp Half Blood

I agree with the anti-speed posting rule, just so we can include everyone in what we're doing and not move the story too far ahead. The two posts between yours is a generic rule that I see often and it works. :)

Insanity Simply Refuses to Exist [A Futurama/Hitchhiker's Guide Sci-Fi RP]

Well thank ya.

I needed some comedy in mah life, so I whipped up some amalgamation of of a far raunchier HGTTG and Futurama. I guess you could classify it as a dystopian satire... Lol.

Lights, Camera, Action!

Fabricant451 said
I saw it today and I disagree with it being a good movie. I did not like it at all. I didn't like how everything was just sort of conveniently and anticlimactically pulled together despite having very little to do with the very bland main plot thread. It didn't feel like a genuine movie, it felt more like Sony laying out the groundwork for the future of its Spider Man franchise and it worked against the movie as a whole. Say what you will about the Marvel cinematic movieverse and how they connect everything, at least those come across as self contained movies. They really rushed through the whole Harry and Peter dynamic in order to push forward the whole antagonist thing to the point where it was really hard to buy into the fact that they were supposed to be best friends. As far as your Felicia thing goes, yeah that's very clearly what they are hinting at. They wouldn't name a character Felicia if they weren't going to have her turn out to be Felicia Hardy. Especially given, well you know.

You mean the fact that Black Cat and Spider-man have a tit-for-tat romance thing in the comics and TV series? *Cough*

I can totally understand what you're saying, though, I guess I just have a thing for superhero films and not that keen an eye when watching something for the first time. I tend to enjoy most except the blatantly terrible. I was particularly drawn in by Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield's acting. Jaimie Fox was pretty good too; I liked what they did with Electro. I don't know who played Harry, but I much preferred James Franco over him, especially since they did really well with Peter and Harry's relationship in the previous Spider-man series. That certainly wasn't rushed and rather believable, especially since Harry seemed more subtly torn and well made as a character. I can certainly understand that their relationship was forced and rushed in the Amazing Spider-man series and I didn't feel much chemistry either.

Hm, it was kind of rushed, especially with how they ended it. ._. That didn't need to come until maybe the third movie. Would have been very, very interesting if they'd used it as a mini-subplot in the next sequel. Like what they did in Spider-man 3, if you catch my drift.

But, I don't know enough about movies to thoroughly judge what's good or not, so don't take my word for anything. I try to enjoy what I can lol.

Insanity Simply Refuses to Exist [A Futurama/Hitchhiker's Guide Sci-Fi RP]

Not a very popular concept, hm?

Maybe I need to refine it more?

*Le Sad Face*

Camp Half Blood

Did I scare everyone off with my terrible writing?

Time to go dust off my rock, so I can comfortably hide under it. *Sob*

Lights, Camera, Action!

I just watched the new Spiderman movie...

I'm not spoiling anything, but I'm disappointed.

Was a very good movie... and Andrew Garfield is very nice eye candy. I'm really impressed with how well they kept Peter Parker in character. On the scale of sassy, Tobey Macguire is a monotone chemistry teacher, while Andrew Garfield is your everyday Martin Freeman.

But I'm still disappointed...

Oh, and I think Black Cat is in it... well, not necessarily Black Cat, but Felicia. Uh. Not a spoiler because I think they just hint at her possibly coming into new installments of the Amazing Spiderman series. :o It might not be the Felicia I'm talking about, but... no, it is... you'll understand why.

Lights, Camera, Action!

Did not expect Emma Stone to be that good at lip syncing...

Caelbury Academy

MULTI_MEDIA_MAN said
Six....we gonna do our joint post, or...?

Did you send a PM? :o It might have gotten buried in Ex's. ._.

And I didn't see that Miso posted in this lol.

Insanity Simply Refuses to Exist [A Futurama/Hitchhiker's Guide Sci-Fi RP]

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You're Glorious Guide to Not Getting Yourself Killed:

1. Don't be stupid. Have some common sense, please. If there are any disputes, take it up with me and if I can't find a reasonable way to solve it, then I permit you two to a Mexican stand-off, within the privacy of your own rooms. I heard those either end in two ways: with the two of you in a heated, steamy pile of coitus or one (or both) of you riddled with bullets. I'm fine with either solutions, as long as it is a solution. The kind that fixes things, not the one where you mix... never mind.

2. If I make an order, then you follow it. That's pretty simple, right? So, if I say, "Hey, Phil, why don'tcha get me a sandwich?" what do you say? Definitely not, "Kindly fuck yourself, sir." No, I kid. You're at your own devices, but if there's a time I need to put my foot down, I do expect you all to wholeheartedly listen.

3. Life demands of us all. I totally understand if you're ten tentacled wife is being the B word and the C word combined to make the S word. That's bitch, cu—never mind, you aren't children. But, if it does happen to pull you away from work, I'm docking your pay... and I would like you to notify me beforehand. You don't have vacation days, but I'd like to fill your spot in as soon as possible. Chances are she's going to kill you and you're going to end up on the nightly news as that 'One-guy who just couldn't please her woman,' and we're all going to laugh at your expense. But, hey, at least there wasn't a meltdown at work today because I didn't have a navigator that could have told us we were heading into a photon storm near the Andromeda Galaxy, which shredded us to pieces and left no one to mourn for our long, lost, and disintegrated bodies.

4. Don't be too hasty there, hotshot! I can't have you turning the ship port-side into that gas giant station without first having our co-pilot give the station our docking codes so we can get our clearance without getting shot out of the sky. Plus, if you go in too fast without our engineers checking for any leakage or properly venting the excess heat from our exhaust, then we're all going to explode the moment we hit the stratosphere. Slow your horses, kiddo—this is a ship we're running, not a carnival. Wait for at least two people do do their jobs before you go running around like a maniac. Even the ship's idiot has to have time to prepare his gallivanting before he goes and does it (and tie his shoes).

5. I don't want nonsense! If you want to speak, then use the Queen's English! Or, at least turn on your translator. I'm not asking for much here; I just want to know what the hell you're saying. We don't need any mishaps caused by a misunderstanding. I don't need any of you shouting 'Pom-Poms' while pointing at a cheerleader and having it read as, 'BOMB! BOMBS!' to the nearest policeman. I don't give a shit if she gets her head blown off by a .50 caliber. What I care about is the expense we'll have to pay when they find out you were just screaming out a jumbled nonsense and getting someone killed! No need for fancy words or grammatical cues that our local stenographer will have to type out. I just want people to understand you.

6. A maximum of two sentient artificial intelligence, please. I can't stress this enough. You have no idea the money I would have to pay to keep more than two operational and even then, there's a likelier chance that a HAL 9000 will come rolling on in to kill us all. Can you open the bay doors?! "I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that." My name's not Dave. Just no, please. I'm not dealing with a homicidal maniac—human, robot, or otherwise.

7. Be respectful of your crew mates. I can't stress this either. I don't need you to get along, I just need to know that none of you are going to kill each other. It'll only benefit you because I'm not paying for shit—emotional or physical trauma. Don't be dicks and you may survive each other.

8. Have fun. This only benefits you. If you're having fun, then you aren't worrying about the fact that you aren't making shit for money and have no insurance if you get maimed and broken. Just make sure your fun isn't at the expense of others and, most importantly, isn't costing me money.

9. Lastly (maybe), if you're going to have sex with your crew mates, then I have a few guidelines to lay out. Firstly, if it's not a relationship, then you DON'T have to fill out a form. Secondly, no sex on the fucking controls. Thirdly, no goddamn sex where we eat our food, for fuck's sake. And lastly, this is between two (or more) CONSENTING ADULTS. Oh, and don't do it publicly. You can do it anywhere but where I've told you not to, as long as you're the only people there. No one wants to see any of your nasty asses getting it on. So, be kind and do not fuck in public. And no weird mutilation shit either. I don't care if he or she or it has ultra regenerative powers. I'm not cleaning any of that shit up.

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A Howto on How to Make Yourself Presentable: A Guide on Cleaning Up (And Not Looking Like a Fucking Slob All the GODDAMN TIME)

A Sheet for your Character

Name:

Self explanatory. If I can't pronounce it, I'm giving you an alias.

Alias:

What you're called or what I give you. Hehe...

Gender:

Again, self explanatory. If your species doesn't have a gender, then just put N/A for not applicable. This is to insure us that, no... we cannot, in fact, get you pregnant through regular means.

Age:

I don't accept anyone below the age of 18... uh. (But don't let that deter you, kids! I know this guy that can make these awesome fake IDs, so that you can get to working at the ripe age of 4)

Race:

If you aren't a standard human, elf, tentacle thing, or robot, then I'd like you to explain your race in a few short sentences. If you want to go further, then feel free to do so. I'm not stopping you from throwing out your government secrets and shit.

Appearance:

If you look like someone from an anime, I'm going to end your life immediately because that's a painful existence. Eyes should not be that large and you should not look like you haven't eaten in years. And your hair shouldn't look like that without a sooo much hair products and chemicals. I consider it a mercy killing. Of course, I don't have anything against anime... I just don't feel it belongs in THIS particular universe. I'll accept anything else, though.

Position:

There are a lot of spots on this ship, but it can only comfortably fit 10 people, and uncomfortably fit about 20, and becomes a slave driving ship at about 50, or so. I'll put up a listing of the positions and whether they're taken below.

Personality:

No psychopaths. You can be mentally unstable as long as you aren't prone to killing your entire crew, should you be stranded in space for an allotted period of time. And no emos or gloomy whatevers. No perfect people either. No one's perfect and I will find your weakness and I will expose it for the rest of the crew to take advantage of. No generic evil geniuses, please, because there are an abundance of that in this universe. We don't need one blowing a part a section of our ship's hull.

Biography:

Go bonkers. Please, I insist. But, keep it a good deal below the acid trip line.

Miscellaneous:

Paraphernalia, uh... likes and dislikes, anything interesting that you couldn't quite find a place for in the above sections, even if they should be in the above sections and you either didn't know or weren't quite sure. I won't bug you on it because it'll be on the sheet and that's all that matters. Got any pets or any quirks and idiosyncrasies that need to be highlighted here instead of in the personality section, then go ahead. Uh, parents and family. Whatever you want.

Answer:

This is something I'm debating on. Right now, don't put it in sheets that you currently make. I have a feeling it'll be interesting, but not necessary and I want to just see what people think about it right now. Currently, what I'm thinking is giving you guys a question about your character when you've finished him, her, or it to give me a good idea on whether you read the info I posted and whether you thought this out clearly enough and know where you're going with your character. Characters in this RP may get a bit muddled and gross and everything, and that's fine; however, I want you guys to understand your characters and make them dynamic. I don't want random things thrown together. I want someone that's thought out and interesting, even if they're on the more nonsensical side.

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One of those Yellow Dummy Guides on How To Maintain a Spaceship Without Killing Everyone

Scientist (Physicians/Astrophysician/Dimensionalphysician?) - Taken by Sixsmith (Who is also the CEO and owner of the business)
Pilot
Co-Pilot
Engineers/Mechanics
Janitor
Resident Idiot
Cook (Preferable One That Makes Edible Food)
The Sex Appeal (Crew Perceived Individual That is Nice To Look At Regardless of Species or Gender. Everyone gets a chance to be objectified! Position can be filled by someone already in the crew)
Medic/Doctor
Delivery Boy/Gal/Thing (The landing party; can also be taken by the crew. One is allotted the delivery thing and the others are chosen mission by mission)
Tech Expert (Also in charge of advertising and marketing)
Navigator (Also our Cosmic and Planetary Meteorologist!)

NOTE: If I missed anything, then please tell me! All of these don't need to be filled for us to get started, but eventually we will need most of them filled to keep going. Also, if we need, then some of these can be taken by more than one individual. As long as it makes sense

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Insanity Simply Refuses to Exist [A Futurama/Hitchhiker's Guide Sci-Fi RP]

"I don't own that image. I don't own the rights to the book or movie either, so... I think it's safe to say that you should panic. In a timely and organized fashion, please."

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Okay, bear with me here...

What if the futurist of the 20th century were right? What if, come the year 2000, things really did change exponentially? Technology didn't just advance, it literally skipped most technological generations. No, literally it went from floppy disks to holograms and sentient A.I. There were no CDs or any in betweens; it was a sudden change that no one could explain. No one cared to explain because it was beyond their comprehension. Blind ignorance, however, tends to not skip generations. People went along with it as if nothing happened and honestly, nothing really did change. The world still went through its horrible, horrible phase of late 90s to early 00s boy band-alternative-grunge-punk-rap-hip-hop music that somehow was really popular then. Like Brittany Spears and N-Sync; they were just a lot flashier and techno-ish.

Blind ignorance is the plague of humanity.

And suddenly, with its vast stores of technology and lack of vast knowledge, the Earth had become worthy of the acknowledgement of other civilizations, other alien civilizations. But, what one would expect were advanced civilizations with vast knowledge that would vastly out vast our own vastness was actually totally not. That's it. They weren't anything worthy of expectations. They were different looking, had different cultures, had different traditions, but were relatively in the same boat as us. Full of hypocrisy and political infighting to the teeth with ample amounts of oppression and suppression that people didn't really mind because it wasn't change. It wasn't totally veering off from the path they were born on because woe is he who actually sees with his or her or its eyes and thinks with his or her or its mind. The universe was a tragic place, but it was okay.

You want to know why it was okay?

Because it really didn't matter if it was okay or not. So, why not be happy with what ya' got 'cause it ain't gonna get any better, no way, no how. It's always going to be survival of the fittest and society judges who the fittest is and society is... man-made, but somehow all encompassing . It would seem like that social construct would inevitable clash heads with nature and just utterly fall apart until life is totally eradicated. For some reason, the law of physics overlooked it or simply didn't care enough to fix that one glaring fallacy of the human condition. Nope, no, it was totally okay that nature is dictated by something made by man because why the hell not? It wasn't like nature existed trillions of years prior to the rise of man. Only one person in history questioned that particular law of nature. He was sucked into a paradoxical wormhole and was either shredded a part or transported to a world that actually made sense. No one wonders why because he's gone and what you can't see can't be real. Except for a lot of things.

This is the world as it is today, messed up and worthy of being imploded from the inside out in the most agonizing way possible. Sadly, this is where you live... and you aren't getting out. At least the technology is great and there is an abundance of people to discuss mindless dribble with as you go along your meaningless life until you ultimately die a slow and painful death. The good thing is, you're ignorant enough to go along with it, no questions asked because if you did ask questions then that same paradoxical wormhole that Gary was sucked into, would consume your too curious self whole and unmercifully. There are two possibilities despite the infinite potential of a paradoxical wormhole: shredded to pieces or transported safely to a world that makes sense. 50-50 chance, right? But why take that chance? Isn't it better to cling onto your meaningless and minuscule life like a fool? What'll happen to your material things when you get sucked into a paradox? Who will miss you? (Hint: No one) And most of all, who will live in your place?

Yeah, better to live in the totally fucked up place you currently reside in now, than to take a chance on something that probably will make your life a whole lot better in the long run.

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"I don't own that either, so sorry for getting your hopes up. Not really, though."

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This story takes place in this particular universe. At about 2000 something, but before 3000 something.

What's this story? Well, it's a story a lot like one on TV that has been cancelled various times before and possibly a book that tells you plainly not to panic. You work one job and that job is to deliver things. You deliver things to places. How terribly dull? Want to make it worse? Yes? You're paid about $2.75 an hour and given no insurance whatsoever. You work hours that should probably be against the law. Would you like to panic now? Well, you have no breaks, so I'll have to dock your pay, but go ahead! Feel free... for as long as you like because you're just gonna end up paying me anyways.

Is that it?

Pretty much.

Did I hire you yet or am I just assuming things? You being here probably means that you ran out of options, so no matter what I say, you're taking this job. Right? Yeah, I'm right.

But, hey, we hire practically everyone! No resume required because we're kind of desperate to kick start this long dead delivery company. What's the company's name, you ask? Uh...

Shit...

Don't ask that and you'll get the job.

You're tasked with delivering whatever the hell I want you to deliver to wherever the hell it's supposed to be delivered. To get you there, you'll be flying a state of the art, generic, cookie-cutter spaceship designed specifically for delivering crap. It used to be a mini-battlecruiser, but it was misplaced in an unfortunate accident about a few years ago, of which I cannot divulge any information on. However, I've disabled everything but the life support, some of the electricity, and the engine because I forgot how to turn on everything else. What are your hours? Uh, I really don't know, but they're long and hard and tedious. You come to work and if something happens, it happens... I'm sorry, I can't give you that one because there's no real guarantee that people will want us to deliver things. Apparently, teleporters have become the best way to transport goods and services, making us completely and utterly useless. But, I recently put out an article about how the particles in the things you teleport become super radioactive, so much so that it renders men unable to have sexual intercourse and makes woman more prone to producing children. It's a good thing no one likes ED and no one likes getting people pregnant, despite the fact that there are more single mothers in this universe than there are actual people. Oh and I have a Ph.D and people believe anything I put in a well worded article in a news journal or a magazine, sometimes the newspaper because they believe me to be smart. The irony. Is that irony? I think that's just idiocy.

So, got any questions?

Mainly, do you want the job?