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3 mos ago
Current the virgin "complains that all the current games don't appeal to him" vs. the chad "launches the games he wants to see in the world"
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4 mos ago
Isn't this like your fourth "forevermore" in the last three months?
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7 mos ago
The only people who get upset at you for setting and enforcing boundaries are the ones who were most looking forward to trampling them.
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8 mos ago
Advanced rpers and not fucking posting—name a more iconic duo
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10 mos ago
RIP Charlie "It's Worth It to Have Some Gun Deaths Every Year So We Can Have the 2nd Amendment" Kirk. It was an honor not to give a fuck, just like you would've wanted. 🥰
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@enmuni Only if you're interested, of course!
Is there an overarching plot to adhere to? Does each of us need a reason to know / be working together with others in the cast? Or is this more of an emergent sandbox situation?

@enmuni Contemplating playing a Blooded using a petty arms-dealing racket to try and prove his usefulness to the Elders, and find an "in" into the vampiric political big leagues, when he realizes the real money to be made is in securing a renewable source of, and constructing a clientele for, Fae blood. Mooks, business partners, and (yes) protégés inquire within.
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𝕾o at last he'd cast his die. No more uprooting back to Valtrecht if the situation soured. For better or for ill, he would hang with the rest of them.

Ofttimes when Vicquerno had envisioned this moment it had taken shape in his mind as an action in battle: one soldier's decisiveness among many, courage pressed from need like the last drop of wine from the pomace. Ignoring orders from on high, perhaps, to act as the situation on the ground required. Elsewise it was, constructed in his thoughts, not so very different from how it had happened here in the material: a room full of men, the standing, the orating; clarion-voice rising sharp and clear above the mists of reluctant whispers. Either way, sooner than late this war would test not just the mettle but the principles of every man it enlisted. Vicquerno, not fool enough for a moment to think even he would be exempt thereof, could not help feeling that he had just taken his first stand. Which direction wherein to march, what actions to take—merely logistics—but should he have chosen poorly, should his judgment have erred, it befell him now to stand by his mistakes. To atone for every resource squandered, every opportunity missed—every life pissed away in battle. Else in the end he was little better than the hypocrites of the empire.

There was a measure of pride in being chosen, no doubt—in the triumph of his proposal, and a certain measure of esteem earned in the eyes of their sovereign—their sovereign who Vicquerno peered at thoughtfully from halfway down the table. She had not yet tasted defeat in this most righteous venture. When she did, who would she blame? To what culpabilities, if any, would she lay claim? And he looked also round the room wherein they stood: did the same fate await those lieutenants who failed her as those decadent churls who'd stood for what she opposed in this pilgrimage? The cross and the stake, the rack and the lash? Did Ariana's rage, once stoked, know none the bounds of foe and friend?
As if sensing his question, and eager to buoy it, she addressed him there and then.

"Colonel Szaalm, would you care to ride with me on the road? I would be grateful if you would take the time to explain the intricacies of your strategy to me."

The colonel, himself eager to away from that airless place, back to his camp where there were water and sunshine and a moment's God-given peace, had turned himself with haste toward the door, hat snatched up and very nearly restored to the damp curls of his scalp. The invitation waylaid his hand upon the knocker; a moment's consideration, and the spinning of his heels had scraped up two half-circles of the dust gathered there on the elflord's fine hardwood floor, unswept since the day they'd made a candle of him. Vicquerno accompanied the flounce in his hair, in the tails of his justaucorps, with his own shallow flourish.

"Oh—I doubt that very much at all, if aught, has eluded Your Majesty," he said, the hand with the hat pressed to his laced-plumped bosom. "But shouldst thou wish to make certain, t'would honor me aplenty to illume what I can. Shall one find thee riding at the fore, as ever?"
• [ "God-modding" ] and [ "One-liners" ] are useful, necessary tools. Let me explain:

God-modding is an excellent way to ensure the continuation of a scene without having to stop for every shrug, nod, or grunt from a character you don't necessarily control. It also helps prevent completely side-lining a character's presence in the post. This is best implemented under two circumstances: only once we are comfortable with the personality of each other's character and only in small ways, such as a shrug, nod, or simple reply. For more complex or detailed replies, we can simply ask what the character would do or how they will respond and insert that into the post. If something is ever wrong, or just not quite right, it can be edited easily enough.

One-liners happen in reality, and so they shouldn't be avoided just for the sake of avoidance. That being said, I'll never make you wait a week to get a one-line reply. In fact, one-liners are best used with minor god-modding or during collaborative dialogue which, ideally, would include a lot of rapid back-and-forth replies. I always strive to achieve as natural feeling dialogues as I can.



King shit
I'll be able to start working on this on Friday :3
Is it cool to play an auxiliary role in the ripper crew? Namely I was thinking of being a mutant hunter, kind of a bodyguard role to make sure some kinda lurker doesn't ambush the boys while they're face-down-ass-up looting stuff, but in general fields medics would be cool, sappers, etc.?
Soft Post-Apocalyptic



  • The Quiet Zone — He smuggled her out of a government compound. She thinks it was for her. It wasn’t.
  • Dead Frequencies — She hears a voice over the radio. He answers. Neither of them believes in fate, but something’s pulling them closer.

Oof. Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou is my favorite manga and...oof.

If you're still looking, how long after the apocalypse does Dead Frequencies take place?
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