Interesting, always kind of wanted to do something like this. So were you thinking of magic being introduced to the modern world or a different version of the modern world with magic. Also, does magic include magical races? Are you planning on have the RPers decide the answer to these questions?
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I'm with half a mind to break one of his fins. Getting too much out of track by multiple side quests within side quests within side quests. Hope that that doesn't anger the leader. XD
Fingers crossed XD
Polished up the Character list that Phobos made a while ago. Simply removed empty spaces and added some other characters so that it was more of a list of participants and their heroes than a ranking guide.
Note: Class C is lacking, but there are a decent amount of unranked heroes. However, the chances they are ranked below Mrs. Pickles is... *looks at he abilities of the unranked heroes* somewhat low...
Class S
Class A
Class B
Class C
Unranked
@SpookySquid How strong and big is the Salamander actually?
About the same height as The Master, a bit bigger, but malnourished. So he is probably weaker than The Master.
Anyone interested in a Darkest Dungeon RP? If so, do you want it to involve:
Control of a single character?
Control of a band of characters?
More or less tabletop oriented?
I have very few plans. Completely open to suggestions.
Control of a single character?
Control of a band of characters?
More or less tabletop oriented?
I have very few plans. Completely open to suggestions.
Sorry for the delay!
"Afraid I don't know anything about a blender, or why, exactly you were summoned here. But I can give you some insight into why everyone wants to kill you. You live in one version of the world. This is called the Spiced Earth. Now, on the "Original" Earth, often just called "Earth," there is no magic, although the concept of it does exist. In your version of the Earth, Spice Earth, it exists, but the public isn't completely aware of it's existence, with mostly isolated instances of people using magic. There is another Earth, usually referred to as the "AlterWorld," in which magic, strange creatures, and other things are relatively common. The dungeon is a magical passageway between your world and the AlterWorld.
Although going from the AlterWorld to Spiced Earth is legal, going from Spiced Earth to the AlterWorld is outlawed... mostly outlawed, I should say. You see, the dungeon is large enough that it is controlled by roughly twenty factions. A good bit of them could care less about you being in the dungeon and are only really concerned with your entry into the AlterWorld, however, several factions would like to see you either dead or arrested just for touching the floor of the dungeon. They're concerned that one of the members of Spiced Earth is part of some 'prophecy' or something. But, regardless, being in the AlterWorld for anyone that isn't originally from there? Practically suicide. Thankfully, you'd have to be fairly unlucky to stumble into the AlterWorld."
MEANWHILE, IN THE ALTERWORLD
The Salamander looked a The Master and then snickered. The laughter turned into a coughing fit, and then the salamander composed himself. "I'll show you where Lilly is if you do me a favor. And, even if I showed you where Lilly was right now..." his voice lowered, "don't think that you'd be able to get out before that fight. Now, I can give you a hand with that fight, an edge over your opponent, as long as you complete the favor."
He looked at The Master, completely serious. "Ice cream. I want ice cream. Give me that, I'll tell you everything. Even how to win the fight."
Although going from the AlterWorld to Spiced Earth is legal, going from Spiced Earth to the AlterWorld is outlawed... mostly outlawed, I should say. You see, the dungeon is large enough that it is controlled by roughly twenty factions. A good bit of them could care less about you being in the dungeon and are only really concerned with your entry into the AlterWorld, however, several factions would like to see you either dead or arrested just for touching the floor of the dungeon. They're concerned that one of the members of Spiced Earth is part of some 'prophecy' or something. But, regardless, being in the AlterWorld for anyone that isn't originally from there? Practically suicide. Thankfully, you'd have to be fairly unlucky to stumble into the AlterWorld."
MEANWHILE, IN THE ALTERWORLD
The Salamander looked a The Master and then snickered. The laughter turned into a coughing fit, and then the salamander composed himself. "I'll show you where Lilly is if you do me a favor. And, even if I showed you where Lilly was right now..." his voice lowered, "don't think that you'd be able to get out before that fight. Now, I can give you a hand with that fight, an edge over your opponent, as long as you complete the favor."
He looked at The Master, completely serious. "Ice cream. I want ice cream. Give me that, I'll tell you everything. Even how to win the fight."
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Lol does Mrs. Pickles have a hero trading card of The Guardian? Or Angel Grace?
No, but Chuck might... We'll see, lol.
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Well done with Ventus' post.
Decided to work on a post for a few minutes. Expected a paragraph or two.
Also, Mrs. Pickles only told Chuck to keep a secret, so the other heroes are free to tell the media whatever they want about Mrs. Pickles' antics... also editing the post to include Chuck's interaction with Shindo. I misread the post regarding him and thought he had Sonic the Hedgehogged back to class prematurely.
Also, Mrs. Pickles only told Chuck to keep a secret, so the other heroes are free to tell the media whatever they want about Mrs. Pickles' antics... also editing the post to include Chuck's interaction with Shindo. I misread the post regarding him and thought he had Sonic the Hedgehogged back to class prematurely.
"Bottom floor, please," said a dazed Mrs. Pickles as he climbed to his feet. "Did I win?" Mrs. Pickles looked back at the pile of crab meat which was topped by the elevator. "Nailed it. You're welcome," said Mrs. Pickles to himself with a mixture of sarcasm and exhaustion. He promptly threw up, and then removed his soda covered cape from his back and used it to stop a gash on his forearm from bleeding. He reached down and scooped up a four liter bottle of 7-Up, drank about a quarter of it, and then tossed it aside. "I'm not cleaning this up," said Mrs. Pickles as he hobbled towards the nearest bar... that was, until he saw a dumbstruck seven year old staring at him.
"Ch-Chuck?"
"Clarence?"
Chuck, Clarence's younger brother, ran towards Mrs. Pickles and embraced him in a hug.
"You didn't tell me you were a hero! And why are you covered in all this sticky stuff...? What's that metal thing?"
"Elevator... soda. It's a long story... look, Chuck..." Clarence got down on one knee to talk to Chuck, but his leg slid out from underneath of him as it landed in a puddle of his discarded 7-Up. Clarence got back up and spat some soda out of the side of his mouth. "Chuck, uh... I kind of became a hero. I was dru...uh... alright, it doesn't matter. But you have to promise not to tell anyone. Not Dave, not Cynthia, not even Carl. Got it?"
Chuck nodded, "but won't they find out anyways?" he asked. Clarence shook his head. "Nah, I'm just a C Ranked hero. In fact I'm the third lowest-" (interesting fact: according to the One Punch Man Wiki, there are 390 C Ranked heroes. Mrs. Pickles is #388 so... yeah.) "-C ranked hero. Virtually anonymous."
"What's that mean?"
"I'm basically not even there."
"So what's your hero name?"
"... Mrs. Pickles. After our old cat..."
Chuck giggled, but was then distracted by the scene in the background. "Hey, isn't that Ventus?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Hero trading card, with a hologram picture of Ventus, a brief description of him, and his hero name scrawled onto the top in big, flashing letters. He looked at the other heroes, and quickly ruffled through his book bag, and pulled out a binder filled with about three dozen hero trading cards and looking at the heroes. "Hmm... I don't know who that is... oh! I have her broomstick! The pumpkin witch's broomstick card. And Sunshine. I have three copies of him. Did you know they printed cards for his costumes too? I heard Mike at school has all of them. And the Violet Reaper! Mike has a golden version of that one! Haha! He'd be so jealous!" Chuck gasped. "And Fast Forward! No way! I have his card too! That was my first one!"
Mrs. Pickles discarded the remnants of his tattered cape on the floor, leaving most of the P visible. A group of reporters was slowly approaching them, and Clarence didn't want to be there too long. Clarence also saw a few of his sibling inside of the crowd and cursed internally. "I'll tell you what. Go over, get an autograph or two while you wait for everyone else, and I'll go clean up. And remember... not a word of this to anyone! Shhh!"
"But Clarence! What's your power?"
Mrs. Pickles smirked, "having the greatest little siblings in the world."
"No, seriously, what is it."
"Alright, I don't actually have one but... you let me worry about that. I've got to go. Looking for a job, now that the gas station is gone. Tell everyone I'm okay."
Chuck nodded and ran towards @Polaris North Shindo, @Melkor Ventus and @Animal Sunshine to get their autographs on his cards. Clarence painfully relocated his shoulders and slumped into a bar just as it reopened. "Clarence! It's not Saturday yet! Drinking early?"
"Drinking early but not enough. I want to be passed out and pissing myself by the end of the night..." Clarence reached into his pocket... and realized his wallet must have fallen out of his pocket in the elevator. He cursed and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm strapped for cash. I'm going to have to head home."
"Alright," said the bartender, "stay safe." Within the next thirty minutes, Clarence visited his house, the hidden whiskey cabinet, the bathroom, and, eventually, the middle of an empty sidewalk in S-City... or so he thought.
"PLAY!"
A drunken Clarence pushed himself up. What was this? Huh?
"Roger."
Huh?
"You're fixing that later."
Mrs. Pickles looked up, and saw the giant monster that was attacking K City. Erika, Ayu, and Razor were also present. Mrs. Pickles examined an empty bottle in his hands, perplexed, and then drunkenly hobbled towards the monster.
"SHUT UP!" he shouted, "I'm trying to sleep!"
He then turned around and began looking for a crowded bar in the empty city.
"Ch-Chuck?"
"Clarence?"
Chuck, Clarence's younger brother, ran towards Mrs. Pickles and embraced him in a hug.
"You didn't tell me you were a hero! And why are you covered in all this sticky stuff...? What's that metal thing?"
"Elevator... soda. It's a long story... look, Chuck..." Clarence got down on one knee to talk to Chuck, but his leg slid out from underneath of him as it landed in a puddle of his discarded 7-Up. Clarence got back up and spat some soda out of the side of his mouth. "Chuck, uh... I kind of became a hero. I was dru...uh... alright, it doesn't matter. But you have to promise not to tell anyone. Not Dave, not Cynthia, not even Carl. Got it?"
Chuck nodded, "but won't they find out anyways?" he asked. Clarence shook his head. "Nah, I'm just a C Ranked hero. In fact I'm the third lowest-" (interesting fact: according to the One Punch Man Wiki, there are 390 C Ranked heroes. Mrs. Pickles is #388 so... yeah.) "-C ranked hero. Virtually anonymous."
"What's that mean?"
"I'm basically not even there."
"So what's your hero name?"
"... Mrs. Pickles. After our old cat..."
Chuck giggled, but was then distracted by the scene in the background. "Hey, isn't that Ventus?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Hero trading card, with a hologram picture of Ventus, a brief description of him, and his hero name scrawled onto the top in big, flashing letters. He looked at the other heroes, and quickly ruffled through his book bag, and pulled out a binder filled with about three dozen hero trading cards and looking at the heroes. "Hmm... I don't know who that is... oh! I have her broomstick! The pumpkin witch's broomstick card. And Sunshine. I have three copies of him. Did you know they printed cards for his costumes too? I heard Mike at school has all of them. And the Violet Reaper! Mike has a golden version of that one! Haha! He'd be so jealous!" Chuck gasped. "And Fast Forward! No way! I have his card too! That was my first one!"
Mrs. Pickles discarded the remnants of his tattered cape on the floor, leaving most of the P visible. A group of reporters was slowly approaching them, and Clarence didn't want to be there too long. Clarence also saw a few of his sibling inside of the crowd and cursed internally. "I'll tell you what. Go over, get an autograph or two while you wait for everyone else, and I'll go clean up. And remember... not a word of this to anyone! Shhh!"
"But Clarence! What's your power?"
Mrs. Pickles smirked, "having the greatest little siblings in the world."
"No, seriously, what is it."
"Alright, I don't actually have one but... you let me worry about that. I've got to go. Looking for a job, now that the gas station is gone. Tell everyone I'm okay."
Chuck nodded and ran towards @Polaris North Shindo, @Melkor Ventus and @Animal Sunshine to get their autographs on his cards. Clarence painfully relocated his shoulders and slumped into a bar just as it reopened. "Clarence! It's not Saturday yet! Drinking early?"
"Drinking early but not enough. I want to be passed out and pissing myself by the end of the night..." Clarence reached into his pocket... and realized his wallet must have fallen out of his pocket in the elevator. He cursed and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm strapped for cash. I'm going to have to head home."
"Alright," said the bartender, "stay safe." Within the next thirty minutes, Clarence visited his house, the hidden whiskey cabinet, the bathroom, and, eventually, the middle of an empty sidewalk in S-City... or so he thought.
"PLAY!"
A drunken Clarence pushed himself up. What was this? Huh?
"Roger."
Huh?
"You're fixing that later."
Mrs. Pickles looked up, and saw the giant monster that was attacking K City. Erika, Ayu, and Razor were also present. Mrs. Pickles examined an empty bottle in his hands, perplexed, and then drunkenly hobbled towards the monster.
"SHUT UP!" he shouted, "I'm trying to sleep!"
He then turned around and began looking for a crowded bar in the empty city.
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