SleepingSilence

the alphabet game. lol

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Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

I would have paid double for Returnal

@Fabricant451

Don't give them any ideas.

I've heard decent things about that one. But to me, it looked like "pretty Risk Of Rain 2" and I got that for fifteen bucks.

On a note when looking it up, it apparently just recently implemented a save feature. Because like half its negative Metacritic seem to be complaining that the roguelike game is a roguelike. (And it crashes a lot, which is far more understandable and quite potentially the systems' fault. Because I know that all too well with my PS4.).

But hey, if you've never played Risk Of Rain 2. Maybe give it shot, and you'll like it too.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

I have not played a lot of games. But I will at some point.

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Microsoft bought another company. (Activision/Blizzard) And all I see is how gleeful others have been in how this somehow screws over Sony.

Was every power-hungry asshole thing they did and said during the XboxOne era simply forgotten about? (Looking at console sales figures between the two companies, I guess not.) Still, why on earth is 'them having more power', a good thing?

And neither one of them has fixed their production issues. Which is frankly embarrassing.

But Sony is basically the diet coke of evil. So it's not like I have a side to root for here. It's just that I'm not cheering on monopolies growing larger, or for the obvious greater of two evils.

At least Halo doesn't suck again, I guess?

(I also have yet to hear about any new PS5 games that were worth it's 70 dollar price tag. But a lot of 'em sure are pretty lookin' aren't they?)

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Fifi would’ve noticed how effortlessly he moved across the hallway and led them upstairs, without ever once letting her out of his sight⁠. Almost as if Lucario didn’t have to look where he was going. Alright dear. I need you to calm down a little and stay with me. Okay? Shepard urged her politely, on his way up to the top step. Realizing that his sister’s milk might’ve replenished a bit too much of the young princess’ energy. Especially since his superior reflexes had to keep her from touching the floor numerous times now. Yet she seemed no longer reluctant to stray from his side. Most of my family sleeps on this floor. Lucario elaborated further. So please⁠. Promise me that you won’t try to wander off somewhere. He requested in a fatherly tone.

Continuing his leisurely stroll through the second floor hallway, after turning left and approaching one of the many colorful and elaborate oil paintings, which hung from the surrounding walls. Each one uniquely titled, and signed by the same signature at the bottom. However, this particular canvas managed to catch Fifi’s interest long enough to absorb the work’s basic details. Seeing the seven suited human figures; all reaching their arms out ahead of them and frolicking in separate rows of a rainbow-colored field of flowers. Titled as “Morning Meadow Of Married Men.” Being the most attention-grabbing piece for Fifi to gaze upon. Placed beside a ticking grandfather clock, with wooden Pokemon carvings of several legendary birds around its face.

Every drawing on the wall was painted by our young master. Shepard explained to her, while unconsciously itching his arm. The boy truly loved to draw, whenever he had any free time. Lucario added, with a brief sad smile. Before Fifi was quickly carried off, in his silent rush toward their bedroom door. But come now, you must get your rest. Shepard suggested. Allowing Fifi to be easily fascinated by the large ornate silver mirror; which was visible from the moment Lucario had opened the gap wide enough for him to enter.

However, Shepard couldn't cover Fifi’s loud maw in time to prevent another family member from sheepishly poking their fluffy head out of a further left-side archway. Hmm? I wonder whose- A young feminine voice pried, until her swiftly inflated pupils trembled at the sight of this unknown stranger. Before she immediately poofed back into her room. Jumping head first into a pile of plush blankets, before she scurried underneath them to completely conceal herself. Excluding the flickering tip of her bulb-like tail. T-t-t-that was a close one... Mareep thought.

* * *

Meanwhile, his high-ceiling bedroom was rather limited in terms of furnishings. Beside the two hammock beds that were hanging from its rafters on either side. The white one on the right, already occupied with a slumbering Sceptile, with his bearish snores being muffled by a big feather pillow put over his face. Along with his surprisingly small dark-green blanket that was being held firmly in his claws.

This one’s ours. Lucario noted, while pointing toward the dark gray one that had nothing else inside of it. Since extra covers made Shepard feel too warm. Giving Fifi a chance to spot the Noctowl up above on the room's single window sill, soundly sleeping in-between the two men. Maybe if you’re good, princess. Shepard offered in response to her final query. And good girls are always quiet at nighttime. Lucario asserted calmly, as he proceeded to climb into his resting spot.

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Shepard looked away from his sister’s half-serious pout and disapproving stare. Knowing full well that he couldn’t argue with her. W-what’s wrong with my hammock? He questioned sheepishly in his head. Before focusing on Eevee’s questions and her excited face, as he gently smiled at Fifi. Please princess—call me Shepard. Lucario urged, with his paw unconsciously massaging the back of his neck. Mister. Makes me feel like an old geezer… He thought, before dwelling on the other reason that hearing that word made him uncomfortable. My old master is sleeping above the clouds. Lucario answered her query about ‘his friend’, while placing a paw upon his upper chest.

Prompting Miltank to approach closer behind Lucario and respond to Fifi’s request. “Of course you can stay with us, dear.” She chimed in, as her hoof softly patted her brother’s backside. “We could always use another hand on the farm, couldn’t we Shepard?.” She asked.

He blinked and glanced briefly at his sister’s smile. Sounds like our resident chef will be happy to have another maw to feed. Lucario teased his sister. With Miltank joyfully nodding in response. Well I guess that settles that. Shepard added, after Fifi made her choice. Offering his opened paws for her to jump into, as he spoke up in a fatherly tone. At least, that’s what it reminded the Eevee of. Come with me, Fifi. I’ll show you to our bed for the night. Lucario urged. Since it was both polite to let the weary Eevee rest her paws for a while…and because her prancing was noisier than his pawsteps were.

“Okay. Just don’t roll over and flatten our princess like a pancake.” Miltank cautioned, as Lucario proceeded to head down the hallway toward the staircase.

You’ll be okay. So long as you don’t mind sleeping on top of me. Shepard assured her, making sure the princess was comfortable.

Current Mood in One Gif

>I spent my whole fucking day cleaning up after somebody else. But I'm home now, I guess.

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

“Whatta’ good girl!” Miltank praised Fifi, once she was lifted and lovingly escorted into the kitchen. For nothing made his sister look more delighted to be alive; than watching someone else enjoy her cooking, or when she was feeding and pampering a child. So Lucario couldn’t imagine a happier trio, after he let out a relieved sigh and then followed them inside. Seeing the beaming chef gently stroke the cautious eevee on her lap, while she sat on a kitchen bench, which gave Miltank a front row seat to their kitchen table. Where Croconaw stood up on the corner chair, quickly gulping down his second helping of her steamy soup. With obvious signs of oatmeal still covering the gator's face, as he blissfully exhaled and patted his bloated belly.

Yet the wonderful scents present in the kitchen, would be no match for the delicious milk that Eevee was drinking straight from the source. “Aw. It’s sweet of ya to be so gentle. But you don’t hafta be shy. Drink your fill, lil’ one.” Miltank reassured, with her hoof holding onto a small soft brush, that made it easier to remove the knots out of Fifi’s fur. Sounding happy when she felt Fifi drinking faster, and watched some of the milk dribble from out of eevee’s greedy maw. “Good girl.” She cooed, while setting the hairbrush down at her side. Prompting Croconaw to take notice from his seat, as he giggled behind his raised claws.

Clean up your mess, and head to bed. Alright? Lucario urged Croconaw, as Chompy looked at him and nodded with a smile. Soon stacking up the four emptied bowls next to him, and then scampering off with them, in order to hop up onto a stool below the wide kitchen sink. Blasting his bowls clean, one by one, with a small burst of water from his gaping maw.

“Bleh-” Croconaw unleashed, before he put each power-rinsed bowl in the sink. Before Shepard decided to let the yawning gator jump down and waddle his way toward the door. So he could head to the sink and finish the process.

“Dear. Your mums’ asleep in the sewin’ room.” Miltank informed the Croconaw, as he smiled wide at Miltank.

“Thanks big sis.” Croconaw replied, before he eagerly headed out to venture upstairs. Leaving the kitchen around the same moment that Fifi cuddled up to Miltank’s plump belly.

Receiving a question that Miltank was proud to answer. “Hmm. Well, I don’t mean to jingle my own bell. But I was a bestseller in the city-” She touted.

Feeling better now? Shepard interjected in a pleasant tone. Reacting quick enough to comfortably catch the jumpy princess, as he let her climb onto his shoulder. We’re happy to have you here, Princess Fifi. Lucario responded, while answering her misunderstandings truthfully. It was my old master’s barn. But perhaps, I’ll show you more in the morning. He urged, proceeding to protectively follow Fifi up to their front door. You can sleep with me tonight, princess. Lucario offered, when she cowered underneath him. My bed is um—comfortable. He added sheepishly.

“Your hammock is a terrible place for such a delicate princess to sleep.” Miltank interrupted, as she gracefully approached from behind. “Plus, our brother snores like an Ursaring.” She referred to Sceptile, who slept on the other side of the same large bedroom that Lucario did.

Naming an RP

Use bad puns.

The best part of the roleplaying medium⁠—is that its collaborative and adaptable. So try asking your group or partners for alternative titles. (And you can always *change and edit* them when you've decided on a better one.)

Because while your title/cover is important for a novel. A roleplay can make due. If it has enough detail and intrigue in its "sales pitch". So don't let the title hold you back.

However, brainstorming more details and potential plot ideas to your RP, will certainly help you in making a title that fits the story you're creating.

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Lucario and Miltank were still standing in the foyer. As Sceptile and Noctowl took one last look at the Eevee, who proceeded to snuggle up closer to Shepard’s chest. Before Noctowl flew off of Lucario’s shoulder and got cozy on top of Sceptile’s head, as he yawned with a smile and led them both upstairs.

“Your pout is cute.” Sceptile teased, halfway up the stairs. Making Noctowl promptly bury her face within her wings.

“Oh hush.” She murmured.

Soon followed by Lucario hearing the Eevee’s revealing comments, that he knew Miltank also understood better than most of the others did. But at least she didn’t have many memories of her past family. Now hold on. You’re not in any condition to go back out in that storm. Shepard pressed in a calm and serious tone. With the sound of distant thunder still booming outside. And it’s okay to need help sometimes dear. You’re still young. Lucario reassured the Eevee, proceeding to carry her over toward the kitchen’s left-open door. As the chef quietly walked along behind Shepard. So let’s just get you something to eat first, okay? Lucario noted, unwrapping the Eevee from his raincoat.

"Lemme take care of that, hun’." Miltank softly offered her assistance, and took the coat from his paw. So that she could go over and put it up on the coat rack pole.

Thank you. Lucario accepted, knowing that she wouldn’t sleep a wink until the children were comfortable. You can call me Shepard, dear. But you still haven’t told me your name yet. Lucario addressed Fifi, not wanting to use ‘princess’ anymore, if it caused her more distress. Still focusing on and cradling the young Eevee within his arms, as he heard her stomach begin to rumble.

“That can wait. A strong girl oughta' to fill her tummy.” Miltank gently encouraged the Eevee, in a more cheerful disposition. Since Lucario was unsure how to react, once Fifi squirmed around to be let down. Only to start crying in his paws again, as he started to loosen his sturdy grip on her.

Causing the leader to hesitate. Wait. What should I do now…? He wondered.

Prompting Miltank to take charge and speak up in a warm tone. “Sssh. Sssh. Comere’ sweet pea.” Miltank cooed. Able to pique Eevee’s interest, with her soothing voice and very pleasant-smelling aroma. “Big gals are brave, aren’t they?” Miltank asked her sweetly. With Lucario allowing Fifi to be taken into her motherly hooves. So whether Fifi wanted to act tough or remain coddled; Miltank’s words seemed to compel her. Even it was merely Eevee’s stomach doing most of the listening.

For the longer she remained sad near the Miltank, the more Fifi would start to crave her sweet-smelling milk. As if it was a powerful magnet for hungry and upset children. Strongly pulling Fifi’s attention away from her feeling of loneliness, to instead focus on her current needs, and be calmingly lured closer to Miltank’s potent udders. “Would ya like to taste some of the best milk in the land, princess?” Miltank asked with a big smile, recognizing that Fifi liked the title. “You can sit with me, and drink as much as ya want on my lovely lap.” The chef offered, letting Eevee have the chance to be fondly held, and be full.

The RPG Michigang (non MI-ganders are welcome)

Have you ever met one person on an Anonymous forum that shares the same state as you?

So to answer that. More so than simply knowing (or having video chatted) people from my state and elsewhere all over the world. From various mutual activities, forums much included.

Yes, I've personally met them too. One being a particular example that strengthens my personal stance that "you don't treat friends as merely disposable." (And it's good to treat strangers well. Because you never know when karma will come around.)

As someone that I talked to on occasion, just happened to live less than 30 minutes away from me. (And that happened to come at a time, where I desperately needed to move.) So thanks to my friend who I knew for a few months tops at that point, and nobody else, I was able to start what I consider to be the turning point of my life.

So believe me, if I had the chance to met more. I'd do it in a heartbeat.