So, I’m a dude. I roleplay in the middleground between casual and advanced—depending on how I’m feeling at the time, I’ll stray from one side to the other. I don’t have many requirements, I only expect you to somewhat match (or exceed, if you’re feeling randy) my average of two pretend paragraphs a post, and that you’ll be unafraid to take charge on occasion and play a character with agency.
The general premise will be similar to the actual games: a human (your character), for reasons unknown, wakes up one day to find that they’ve become a pokémon, and have been transported to another world, inhabited exclusively by talking pokémon.
But, nothing quite looks natural in this world. The clouds are flat, the vegetation’s all plasticy, and there are “mysterious runes” scrawled around that nobody can read, yet clearly say things like [MAINTENANCE ACCESS G8] and [SHOCK HAZARD]. People talk about a massive wall at the end of the world, with mysterious, impervious doors built into its span.
Save for a few exceptions (like the partner character), all the people—the Pokémon—have their set routines that they follow, down to the exact placement of their feet and the exact timing of their breaths. Their voices sound vaguely synthesized, and they see nothing wrong with removing their left arm to grease their elbow. Eating for sustenance is an entirely foreign concept.
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So, full disclosure, this is a story about a human in a fake, manmade pokémon body, in a fake, manmade world, filled with other fake, manmade pokémon. It’ll be plain as day to the human, but it’s a big part of the premise, so I wanted to put it out there OOC. Because this isn’t a story about finding out everybody’s an uncanny valley robot, this is a story about what the protagonist will do, given that knowledge, and what they do is up to you.
That’s about it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
The general premise will be similar to the actual games: a human (your character), for reasons unknown, wakes up one day to find that they’ve become a pokémon, and have been transported to another world, inhabited exclusively by talking pokémon.
But, nothing quite looks natural in this world. The clouds are flat, the vegetation’s all plasticy, and there are “mysterious runes” scrawled around that nobody can read, yet clearly say things like [MAINTENANCE ACCESS G8] and [SHOCK HAZARD]. People talk about a massive wall at the end of the world, with mysterious, impervious doors built into its span.
Save for a few exceptions (like the partner character), all the people—the Pokémon—have their set routines that they follow, down to the exact placement of their feet and the exact timing of their breaths. Their voices sound vaguely synthesized, and they see nothing wrong with removing their left arm to grease their elbow. Eating for sustenance is an entirely foreign concept.
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So, full disclosure, this is a story about a human in a fake, manmade pokémon body, in a fake, manmade world, filled with other fake, manmade pokémon. It’ll be plain as day to the human, but it’s a big part of the premise, so I wanted to put it out there OOC. Because this isn’t a story about finding out everybody’s an uncanny valley robot, this is a story about what the protagonist will do, given that knowledge, and what they do is up to you.
That’s about it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.