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Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
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The posting rate here is too fast, and I've gotten too out of touch. Sorry, people, I'll have to be leaving. I think if I continued to attempt to play at this point I'd just slow everyone down ^^.
If you want plot, you need conflict. At first I thought Cataclysm was supposed to be the big bad guy, and go around punching everyone in the dick until we all ganged up on him. Of course, the reveal of his true motives removes him as a likely candidate for a villain, and removes most of the conflict in the roleplay.
A 'Big Bad' is the easiest way to generate conflict. This could come in the form of an organisation, a large amount of mooks with a couple of actually dangerous folk. A single or group of highly powerful beings (usually more powerful than the characters in order to encourage creative table-turning and cooperation), or perhaps a single entity. It could also be an invading army, perhaps a legion of demons and perhaps an alien military seeking to conquer earth.
Their goals could range from taking over the world, to resurrecting an ancient God, to wiping out all superhumans, to isolating this reality from all other realities. They can be sympathetic (if they are, some players may even join them) as long as their means and ends are controversial enough to make them a Bad Guy.
Once players have something to fight, a story can be crafted from there. You could go gritty, force them to make sacrifices to take down the greater threat. Go lighthearted, with great explosions and thrilling heroics saving the day. But a starting point needs to be created, and I would recommend something Big and Bad as the easiest route.
A 'Big Bad' is the easiest way to generate conflict. This could come in the form of an organisation, a large amount of mooks with a couple of actually dangerous folk. A single or group of highly powerful beings (usually more powerful than the characters in order to encourage creative table-turning and cooperation), or perhaps a single entity. It could also be an invading army, perhaps a legion of demons and perhaps an alien military seeking to conquer earth.
Their goals could range from taking over the world, to resurrecting an ancient God, to wiping out all superhumans, to isolating this reality from all other realities. They can be sympathetic (if they are, some players may even join them) as long as their means and ends are controversial enough to make them a Bad Guy.
Once players have something to fight, a story can be crafted from there. You could go gritty, force them to make sacrifices to take down the greater threat. Go lighthearted, with great explosions and thrilling heroics saving the day. But a starting point needs to be created, and I would recommend something Big and Bad as the easiest route.
@Slendy
She nods as Zarr speaks, a gesture she had often seen humans perform. It seemed that this person's power was somehow linked to his body parts, as if particular elements of him held particular powers. This would also imply that unlike her, he could not transform. He was not human, but he wasn't like her either. It further seemed that the woman in question might be a threat. Should she blot out the sun, most life on Earth would end. Almost all energy on the planet had been taken from the sun. "Then this woman must be stopped. Where is she? I'm very good at killing things."
Privately, Lucy wondered what would happen if she ate his eye. It was clear that this woman would gain greater power from it, but he had also stated that their powers came from their interdimensional origin. It was quite possible that his eye would be poison to her, or that it would do nothing. Clearly, attempting to take it was not worth the risk nor repercussions. For now, she would proceed to kill this threat to her wellbeing, and then proceed on to whatever else formed a threat.
She nods as Zarr speaks, a gesture she had often seen humans perform. It seemed that this person's power was somehow linked to his body parts, as if particular elements of him held particular powers. This would also imply that unlike her, he could not transform. He was not human, but he wasn't like her either. It further seemed that the woman in question might be a threat. Should she blot out the sun, most life on Earth would end. Almost all energy on the planet had been taken from the sun. "Then this woman must be stopped. Where is she? I'm very good at killing things."
Privately, Lucy wondered what would happen if she ate his eye. It was clear that this woman would gain greater power from it, but he had also stated that their powers came from their interdimensional origin. It was quite possible that his eye would be poison to her, or that it would do nothing. Clearly, attempting to take it was not worth the risk nor repercussions. For now, she would proceed to kill this threat to her wellbeing, and then proceed on to whatever else formed a threat.
@Slendy
The strange figure described that there was indeed a relation between the two figures from before. However, the exact reason for their conflict remained vague to Lucy. The concept of evil had been explained to it many times, and yet every time the definition was different, every time the speaker said many words without explaining anything. It was a concept Lucy had failed to grasp due to it's sheer complexity, and the necessary connection to a human sense of morality. But even with this, Lucy gained the insight that whatever 'system' Zarr adhered to, the woman was opposed to that system.
"She must be stopped from doing what?" The fact that he was sitting in midair confused Lucy. It was not something physically possible, and the source of this capability (magic) was unknown to her. "And how are you doing what you're doing? You're not a normal."
The strange figure described that there was indeed a relation between the two figures from before. However, the exact reason for their conflict remained vague to Lucy. The concept of evil had been explained to it many times, and yet every time the definition was different, every time the speaker said many words without explaining anything. It was a concept Lucy had failed to grasp due to it's sheer complexity, and the necessary connection to a human sense of morality. But even with this, Lucy gained the insight that whatever 'system' Zarr adhered to, the woman was opposed to that system.
"She must be stopped from doing what?" The fact that he was sitting in midair confused Lucy. It was not something physically possible, and the source of this capability (magic) was unknown to her. "And how are you doing what you're doing? You're not a normal."
@Slendy
Eh, it's no big deal. And you did reply in the end, so all's well that ends well.
Eh, it's no big deal. And you did reply in the end, so all's well that ends well.
@Wraithblade6
Bob smiles, slowly wagging his finger. "Oh boy, you have much to learn." The name was inscribed into the paper, and Mithias could feel down to his core that this pledge was more than just a legal one. He had bound this promise to his very concept, to his very soul. Should he break it, no power in the Multiverse besides the Primals themselves would be able to stop Bob from claiming his soul. "Trust is the tool of fools, it is the assumption that your wishes will come true. Nothing more than arrogance imposed on reality, by fools who cannot see their own acts for what they are."
He picks up the contract and walks away, tucking the scroll up his sleeve. But before he left he stopped, smiling back at Mithias. "At all like you? My boy, you seem to be under the delusion that there is some relation between you and Alucard. Do you think that simply being born from the same parents, in the same place, connects you?" He chuckles, as if he were an old man imparting some deeply held secret wisdom to a young padawan. "What are you but clay, formed by life and love into who you are now? Were you the same person yesterday? Were you the same person before you met me, or were thrown into this world without rules? Alucard was a beast formed from the lives and loves he lost, he was not you any more than you are the human who once breathed on a world far from here."
With those last words, he walked through the door back to the Lounge. Mithias stood alone on the great icy plains of Tassadar. And even as he stood there, Bob's daughter was waking up, slowly rubbing her head.
Bob smiles, slowly wagging his finger. "Oh boy, you have much to learn." The name was inscribed into the paper, and Mithias could feel down to his core that this pledge was more than just a legal one. He had bound this promise to his very concept, to his very soul. Should he break it, no power in the Multiverse besides the Primals themselves would be able to stop Bob from claiming his soul. "Trust is the tool of fools, it is the assumption that your wishes will come true. Nothing more than arrogance imposed on reality, by fools who cannot see their own acts for what they are."
He picks up the contract and walks away, tucking the scroll up his sleeve. But before he left he stopped, smiling back at Mithias. "At all like you? My boy, you seem to be under the delusion that there is some relation between you and Alucard. Do you think that simply being born from the same parents, in the same place, connects you?" He chuckles, as if he were an old man imparting some deeply held secret wisdom to a young padawan. "What are you but clay, formed by life and love into who you are now? Were you the same person yesterday? Were you the same person before you met me, or were thrown into this world without rules? Alucard was a beast formed from the lives and loves he lost, he was not you any more than you are the human who once breathed on a world far from here."
With those last words, he walked through the door back to the Lounge. Mithias stood alone on the great icy plains of Tassadar. And even as he stood there, Bob's daughter was waking up, slowly rubbing her head.
Balls in your court, vamps.
"If he wishes to take a vampire alive, he will need to do so himself. I will not risk the lives of my men nor the fate of the civilised world on such a fruitless endeavour." even as they were approaching the base, Kami was transmitting orders to his troops through the special receptors placed in his suit. However, after a moment of consideration, he added an amendment. "Should I happen upon a chance to take this vampire alive, I will attempt to do so. But I can offer no guarantees, and I will not risk everything for this task. This fight will be too costly already without needless sacrifices."
However, after this conversation would be interrupted. For they had entered range of the base. A scout plane using echolocation confirmed the location to hold what appeared to be the entrance to a bunker, and the missiles were launched to blow it to pieces. Several fast missiles struck the front of the structure from the jets themselves, before the considerably heavier impacts of the bunker-busters. They dug deep into the ground, focusing their explosion in order to deal as much structural damage as possible. Most likely the top several floors of the bunker would collapse under the sudden force of the missiles, and the bunker wasn't equipped with any anti-air protection to fend off the supersonic assault.
Of course, this was not nearly enough to wipe out the vampires not directly caught in the rubble, or whom's heads had not been crushed by the sudden collapse. Standing up, Kami oversaw the battle below personally. "Send in the Divine Host! Purge this land with the flames of war!"
The large walker machines emerged from the treeline, weapons already preparing for battle. Those vampires that had been hiding in the area fled immediately, scared off by the sudden appearance of these armoured anti-vampire tanks. However, already the vampires were crawling like vermin from the cracks in the ground, a pest that could not simply be stomped out. Waves of flame washed over their ranks, the vampires clawing and screaming at the indestructible death machines as their flesh burned.
"Air support, incoming."
A series of heavy smoke machines was dropped in tactical locations, spreading a thick perfume over the entire battlefield. The Shrines used echolocation technology and UV sight to identify their targets, whereas the vampires were close to blind in the burning mist. Gusts of flame incinerated vampires en masse, and any vampire that would flee above ground would find it's end soon at hand. Those below would find themselves forced upwards by the heavier-than-air mist, which was rapidly seeping down into the base.
The course of this battle would be decided by the decisions made by Mo and Magnus. Would the vampires rush upwards as Kami had planned? Or perhaps the Oldbloods would rush out first, tanking the mist and the flames in order to spare their army? Or maybe the vampires would hide in the darkness of their bunker, sealing themselves off and seeking an escape. The Purge was here, knocking at their door, and already their initial assault had taken it's victims.
This was no battle. This was a war.
However, after this conversation would be interrupted. For they had entered range of the base. A scout plane using echolocation confirmed the location to hold what appeared to be the entrance to a bunker, and the missiles were launched to blow it to pieces. Several fast missiles struck the front of the structure from the jets themselves, before the considerably heavier impacts of the bunker-busters. They dug deep into the ground, focusing their explosion in order to deal as much structural damage as possible. Most likely the top several floors of the bunker would collapse under the sudden force of the missiles, and the bunker wasn't equipped with any anti-air protection to fend off the supersonic assault.
Of course, this was not nearly enough to wipe out the vampires not directly caught in the rubble, or whom's heads had not been crushed by the sudden collapse. Standing up, Kami oversaw the battle below personally. "Send in the Divine Host! Purge this land with the flames of war!"
The large walker machines emerged from the treeline, weapons already preparing for battle. Those vampires that had been hiding in the area fled immediately, scared off by the sudden appearance of these armoured anti-vampire tanks. However, already the vampires were crawling like vermin from the cracks in the ground, a pest that could not simply be stomped out. Waves of flame washed over their ranks, the vampires clawing and screaming at the indestructible death machines as their flesh burned.
"Air support, incoming."
A series of heavy smoke machines was dropped in tactical locations, spreading a thick perfume over the entire battlefield. The Shrines used echolocation technology and UV sight to identify their targets, whereas the vampires were close to blind in the burning mist. Gusts of flame incinerated vampires en masse, and any vampire that would flee above ground would find it's end soon at hand. Those below would find themselves forced upwards by the heavier-than-air mist, which was rapidly seeping down into the base.
The course of this battle would be decided by the decisions made by Mo and Magnus. Would the vampires rush upwards as Kami had planned? Or perhaps the Oldbloods would rush out first, tanking the mist and the flames in order to spare their army? Or maybe the vampires would hide in the darkness of their bunker, sealing themselves off and seeking an escape. The Purge was here, knocking at their door, and already their initial assault had taken it's victims.
This was no battle. This was a war.
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