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Jensoman@Rune_Alchemist Eyup, it's a shame. I think I'll stick to small group RP's in the future. Linear plots tend to work out better in the end, I find. Keeps people invested, less to focus on and more to do as a team.
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I still like to come by and leave a flower here sometimes.
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3 yrs ago
Hey remember when this site didn't have 3 tabs in the IC threads? Crazy.
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5 yrs ago
I feel like Myriad Reality is somehow the secret glue holding this entire site together
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6 yrs ago
People like to nudge aside the fact that there's a level of commitment to hosting, and joining an RP. The majority of players don't have it in either case, regardless of how interesting an idea is.
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6 yrs ago
I've been gone so long that I forgot what the status bar was like. It's like coming back to an old apartment, except it's not an apartment anymore, it's just two walls and a lot of heroine addicts.
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Nihilist, but like, the cool type of nihilist, you know?
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Suddenly, the black haired man's head perked up towards Jenso. He scanned the crowd carefully, looking for something, but didn't spot Jenso right away.
Prisma's primary being pulled his hand back and tilted his head to the side. "I'm not to be bothered by such impudent flames!" Prisma shouted, enlarging his bladed arm by at least 30 feet. He slashed at Felix with enhanced strength, but suddenly diverted his strike, and cut the main support pillar for the building in twain. In moments, the roof began to crack and crumble, but Prisma did not let up in his assault, shrinking his arm back to its normal size, and clapping his hands together.
The resulting shock wave fired out in all directions, with deafening effect. Prisma's four clones seemed relatively un-phased by the falling debris, but they did look up with a quartet of smiles, barely visible in the outlines of their tightly fitting masks.
"We're busy discussing where to bury your body!"
"Quite the sensitive topic!"
Boom!
The resulting shock wave fired out in all directions, with deafening effect. Prisma's four clones seemed relatively un-phased by the falling debris, but they did look up with a quartet of smiles, barely visible in the outlines of their tightly fitting masks.
"We're busy discussing where to bury your body!"
"Quite the sensitive topic!"
James looked at Jenso briefly, before nodding. "Be careful. I'll be here, if you find anything out."
As Jenso headed towards the tent, he made his way through crowds of fans who were anxiously waiting for the next fight. Many asked for autographs, while others questioned his abilities. It was difficult to make his way through the men and women, but the healing tent was in sight within minutes.
Outside the tent, the elf-like people were gathered around the white-robed man. It seemed they were discussing something important.
As Jenso headed towards the tent, he made his way through crowds of fans who were anxiously waiting for the next fight. Many asked for autographs, while others questioned his abilities. It was difficult to make his way through the men and women, but the healing tent was in sight within minutes.
Outside the tent, the elf-like people were gathered around the white-robed man. It seemed they were discussing something important.
"I don't think so. I've been keeping an eye on the healing tent, and they haven't been anywhere near it. Something else had to have happened to them, but when I ask people, they always blow me off."
After much consideration, and discussion with several of the players, I think I'm going to have to cancel S-S AGAIN. Honestly, the ideas I had in mind for the major plot aren't well suited for the freedom allowed, and with so many drop outs, much of what I've set up won't really go anywhere. Sorry everybody.
"I know," James said curtly, "They're insanely powerful. I got that much. I can't properly see that short guy's Ki, and that Yellow guy's Ki is... Otherworldly. I don't feel bad about what I did, but you don't need to walk head-first into a slaughter either." James sat next to Jenso and nudged his side. "But those masked guys are the least of my concerns right now. I can't find Mikey or Charles anywhere."
"You sure did a number on Mikey," James said, entering the tent from Jenso's right, "I'm glad I didn't enter. There wasn't any way in hell I was going to beat anyone in this stupid tournament. All I've got going for me are my eyes." It was James, Mikey's friend who hadn't entered the tournament. The one with a weird eyes, and tall, thin body frame.
Prisma looked up, and his four clones backed away from him, but he didn't budge from his spot. He held one hand up, and a reflective mirror-like coating caught the incoming energy. Within moments, it shrank down to the size of a golf ball, and Prisma clenched his fist, dispersing it. "Mmm, Yummy! Still, I didn't expect my parcel to be returned to sender!"
"Did you Stamp it, properly?"
"You don't have time for stamps!"
Prisma's center clone immediately hopped off the ground and towards Felix with his bladed arm re-constituted, slashing at him from below with reckless abandon, while his clones all sat in a circle around a broken pile of wood, and began snickering to each other while exchanging whispers.
"Did you Stamp it, properly?"
"You don't have time for stamps!"
Prisma's center clone immediately hopped off the ground and towards Felix with his bladed arm re-constituted, slashing at him from below with reckless abandon, while his clones all sat in a circle around a broken pile of wood, and began snickering to each other while exchanging whispers.
After this battle, remember that being able to react to people like Prisma, who is extensively powerful in the scope of the entire RP, should be mid-late game potential power.
We'll probably go through and arc exploring your Sword's patron before that, regardless.
We'll probably go through and arc exploring your Sword's patron before that, regardless.
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