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Mendax

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ℳℵaecilia ea' lh oncere. . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴄ ʀ ᴇ s ᴄ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ s ᴛ ᴀ ʀ
"Cover your eyes, as I have, if you like. It will serve no purpose in the face of Her Glory."
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M N A E C I L I A R E A ' E L H M O N C E R E
mm-nay-sill-ea ray-ah el moan-sare

Three-hundred-twenty-eight. Female. Prae. Proxy.
[ ⊰⊱ ] Ⱥppearance

Standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 128 lbs, she is a rather lithe prae, typically wearing a ceremonial eye covering that shields her startling white eyes from others, and the world from her gaze. Her form could be considered healthy with an above average figure for a prae woman. She moves with a regal grace becoming of one with her station. Despite her gaze being obscured, many a prae have faltered at her presence and withered beneath her scrutiny.

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Or the personification of the color three.
Welcome both of you :)

I am pleasantly surprised to see interest. On a certain level you're right, the posting standards are low to non-existent, but here's the thing. Arkmageddoncat and I have done things like this before and the length of a given post varies so much that casual makes more sense. We've seen everything from the occasional one-liner (more rare than you'd think) to huge posts that one would expect to find in Advanced. So we decided to put it here since Casual is one of the most broad sections when it comes to the amount of content you see in a given post. Additionally, we put it here because there is a weird level of depth and development that can--and likely will--occur, not to mention the fact that Casual has the largest chance of garnering interest I'd say.

I shall put some "Guidelines," in either the opening post or the post right after it sometime soon. They're not strictly necessary to be honest, but there are a few things that it might be good to make clear.

As a note guys, there is already an IC opening post up, it's just designated as the zeroth post so it doesn't show up as "one post," in the IC tab. Since this RP is very much a "Jump-in," type, feel free to just get right into that IC thread and go wild. If you want to make a character sheet that's fine too, you can put as much or as little as you'd like into it. You may also write "lore entries," which can be anything to a pantheon of gods, to an organization, a race, a country, a settlement, a particular magic/scientific system or "law" of this universe and everything inbetween or outside of that.

The core focus here is "Have fun, be ridiculous," I'd say. So yeah, do that :)
“To whom it may concern, an old man once stole my campfire.

“I am that old man. They call me Mendax and this is my story. By which I mean, it’s the story that I’m telling to you. It’s not really about me….”



It never is….

“Anyways…. Before we really get into things, I’d like to tell you about a city in the old world that a friend of mine named Gaugurus liked to call... Scrunch Town. It wasn’t called that, but who cares, it’s a better name than the founder gave it!”

The old man, Mendax, clears his throat and scratches his left eyebrow. The warm ambiance of the fireplace crackling in the background. The bricks that surrounded the fire, enclosed it, staring intently at the old Mendax as he stood there in silence, his faintly glowing eyes gazing at you from within his strange helm.

“Oh sorry, I dozed off for a second. Legiterallly. Anyways, what was I sayi--OH right Sccmunch Town. There are a few things you need to know about Sccmunch Town. The first one is that it has this great tavern that serves just the most delectable grilled, butttered eel. Trust me, you won’t regret visiting it. Number Two on the list of things that you ought to know about Sccmunnch Town is that, well, it’s a pretty quiet place. Except on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. All those days are usually pretty active and occasionally pretty noisy depending on your definition. The third thing you really ought to keep in mind about Sckuckmurgle Town is that it’s juuust a little bit wonky in a number of ways. Mostly because it was built, quite smartly, on the resting place of a giant gazorp. What’s a gazorp? Doesn’t matter. Moving on. Anyways, I’m gonna stop talking now and just let you EXPERIENCE it yourself. No, stop struggling and eat the pill. I said eat it! No this is not optional! I swear it’s not a roofie, I only did that to the last guy as a joke!”

A pill is summarily jammed down your equivalent of a mouth port and--after about several seconds of choking, panicking, and Mendax rreassuring you, everything fades to black as the world falls away from you. The last thing you hear is a zipper and Mendax’s soft chortling laaugh reverberating in his helm.
Line break.

When you awaken you find yourself sitting in a booth seat in a tavern. Mendax is sitting next to you--all of you, doesn’t matter how many of you there are--wiping where his mouth would be--thoughh he still wears his helm--before noticing that you are awake. “Sorry for the fright buddy. I just wanted to instill a certain amount of anticipation and fear in you before you conked out. You’ve gotta make your life interesting at my age.” He gestures to an empty, cold, plate of grilled butttered eel which sits in front of you.

“Help yourself, my treat. Anyways. Go ahead and explore the town. Just make sure you don’t drop trough in the middle of the village. They might not appreciate your candor.”

Mendax gets up, puts a number of sorta brown fuzzy coins on the table before leaving you to your own devices. “By the way, there’s noo way back to your world from here. Good luck though!” He calls back as he exits the tavern. No one else seems to hear or pay him any mind.


If you’re thinking, “Man I need a good roleplay that makes sense,” let me tell you...just let me tell you about a little something called This Right Here. So basically this RP is a place where ANYTHING GOES, sort of.

I’ll warn you, and inform you now, though. If you’re a person who doesn’t deal well with cringe-humor, grammatical/spelling mistakes, and--well--frick-diddly-nonsense then this is not the place for you.

In short, this will be a world where most things will snowball out of control. Where you can let loose the metaphorical dragon of your ridiculous and ludicrous mind. It’ll be somewhere that you can just relax, be casual, and enjoy a good meta-anti-supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-joke. It shall be a place for memes, dreams, horror, fantasy, sci-fi, and nonsense dreams. Every and any genre may show up. It’s a RP where many seemingly disparate things will be going on, where things may well be a clusterfuck.

IF I HAD TO BE CONCISE. THE RP WILL BE SHITPOST HEAVEN. THE PEARL GATES OF THE SEWER STAR ARE OPEN AND YOU’VE GOT AN INVITATION.

Unless that’s not your jam. In which case, maybe go find some peanut butter.

I don’t know man. It’s whatever. As to the “lore” of this world, well ANYTHING GOES, at least initially. Eventually things will start having some kind of internal logic, but until then ALL STEAM AHEAD, LET LOOSE THE HOGS, FALL UPON THE FIRES OF HELL, PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAR….OTHER OBSCURE SILLINESS.


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ℳℵaecilia ea' lh oncere. . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴄ ʀ ᴇ s ᴄ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ s ᴛ ᴀ ʀ
"RAD QUOTE YO"
Theme I Theme II


M N A E C I L I A R E A ' E L H M O N C E R E
mm-nay-sill-ea ray-ah el moan-sare

Three-hundred-twenty-eight. Female. Prae. Proxy.
[ ⊰⊱ ] Ⱥppearance

Standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 128 lbs, she is a rather lithe prae, typically wearing a ceremonial eye covering that shields her startling white eyes from others, and the world from her gaze. Her form could be considered healthy with an above average figure for a prae woman. She moves with a regal grace becoming of one with her station. Despite her gaze being obscured, many a prae have faltered at her presence and withered beneath her scrutiny.

[ ⊰⊱ ] io




[ ⊰⊱ ] quipment & elongings


[ ⊰⊱ ] apabilities



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