Bork Lazer

Casual, really?

@FinalPalladium I hope you don't mind me dropping this into your thread but out of curiosity, I bootlegged your code and replaced all of the necessary variables relevant for the Advanced Section to see if there were any statistical differences. Props to you. I recommend everyone take a look at their code if they are more curious about other aspects of the site in general. Really adaptable and easy to modify.

Few things to note. I am a dabbler in code and thus, my IDE was different to what the OP was using. I had to use html.parser instead of lmxl parser due to difficulties with my software. I also had difficulties with the matlibplot module that the OP used to visualize their data. Therefore, I used the painful process of manually shoving it all into Excel. Could have done a R Plot instead but eh. Anyway, here is the result.



There are a few differences and similarities of note. To begin.....

- We see a parallel scenario with Casual/Advanced Tags in the Advanced Section. Casual tags are commonplace whilst Advanced Tags are barely non-existent whilst the opposite exists in the data for the Casual section. This may imply that GMs use these tags as a way of quantifying themselves relative to the rest of the section.
- More even split of proportions between small group and large group in Advanced Section relative to Casual.
- Sci-Fi more prominent than Anime/Manga for Advanced.
- Top 4 genres are Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Fandom and Modern.

Might apply this code for Free if OP doesn't. Anyway, thought I do this and I was both mildly surprised and expectant of the results. Sorry if OP was in the process of doing one for Advanced.

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Pebbles, being an ally of the establishment, knows a revolutionary when he sees one. He pushes Mortus to the ground and begins pleading to the crowd to not listen to Mortus.

" Do not listen to this interloper. If you vote for me as mayor of this city instead of supporting this vagrant, I promise that the power will be given back to you, the people. The oppressors of generations who have kept you down and from opportunity will be executed!" He then points to Mortus and begins lying. " It is time the people became the rulers of this kingdom once again, and we begin with the execution of this upper-class twit masquerading as a lower-class thief.

Roleplaying in 2020

Things I have Accomplished This Year
- Making two RP threads that self-combusted.
- Participating in more group RPs
- Making a Walmart Quest.
- Fufilling 35% of my RP Bucket List.

Things I will Accomplish Next Year
- Making a Caves of Qud Group RP
- Finishing my Walmart Quest
- Forcibly blackmailing @Rapid Reader to create a RP for once in their entire lifetime and suffer the horror of being a GM.
- Conceptualize the last 65% of my RP Bucket List which includes the following.

IDEAS

Idea: Grimdark Toy Story RP where the players must play the role of toys and the villain is a satanically possessed toy aka the Conjuring. Players must prevent their kid from being killed or demonically possessed.

Idea: In the near post-apocalyptic future, bugs have become the dominant species and mankind has devolved into wild primitive beasts. Bugs now wage war with one another by controlling brain-dead humans as meat mechas. Players play a crew of bugs who have a reputation as Loose Cannons in their settlement. When the last meat mecha crew of their settlement is destroyed after overeating and dying from terminal diabetes, the leader of the settlement has no choice but to charge the players with protecting their borders.

Idea: Players take the role of children invited to Willy Wonka's factory. Unfortunately, when it turns out Willy Wonka worships an eldritch dark chocolate god and plans to sacrifice and torture their souls in a thaumturgic ritual to wreak chocolate havoc on the world, the players must find a way to break out of his factory.

Idea: Modern RP where players take the role of chefs who have entered a cooking competition. Unfortunately, it turns out it's less of a cooking competition and more of a cooking death game show with Gordon Ramsay as the hype man/Jig Saw who seeks to find the next best chef.

Idea: Halloween/Silent Hill/Chef - The players are operating a popular ice cream truck across the West Coast when they suddenly take a left turn into the middle of Abandon, California. The roads are seemingly endless and they have to deal with the mint chocolate ravenous hordes of diabetic 12 year olds, hoverboarding hooligans and fidget spinner zoomers dressed in halloween costumes.

Idea: Home Alone/Saw/Ocean's 11 - Players play a group of professional burglers attempting to rob a millionaire's home during a charity Christmas party organised by his children. Unfortunately,the millionaire's children are a psychopathic lot who have seen this as an opportunity to trap and play a game with the players. This house has been armed to the teeth with traps that violate the Geneva Conventions along with ninja butlers, steroid-enhanced corgis and heli-drones armed with 50 calibre machine guns. Your task is to steal a 100 carat gold toliet seat locked in a safe tighter than Fort Knox. Will you survive?

Idea: Superhero/That stupid netflix film- Iboy/ Kick-Ass - In the future of 2030, nearly 30% of humanity has fused with household appliances after a 4chan mass hoax gone horribly wrong. You are a part of a tactical commando squad of superheroes tasked by the President, President Shakeweight who has the powers of a shakeweight, to take down Vince Shlomi who has fused with a Sham-Wow, Slap Chop and the Shticky.

Idea: Monsters Inc/Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends/Krampus - Players play the part of white-collar monsters under the bed of children in an orphanage and try and scare them during the night whilst struggling to pay their apartment bills. When Krampus, the satanic version of Santa Claus, comes knocking on the door to try and drag the children into an eternal hell of making toys, it’s up to the monsters to defend their livelihoods because they’re not going to be shown up by some goat wannabe Santa

Idea: A Fantasy RP whereby the GM creates a fantasy cryptocurrency for players to invest in. To make a post, players must invest in cryptocurrency and pay to write. This eventually leads to the players being ripped off thousands of dollars to pay the GM's rent.

Idea: Players play a bunch of disgruntled Disney characters that never made it to the drawing board and are now living out a life of poverty and homelessness. Eventually, one of them comes up with the idea to take revenge on Disney. However, they must contend with the megacorporation's endless hordes of characters from other franchises and their own PMC.

Idea: Fantasy Post-Post Apocalypse RP where everything is sentient including durian trees to the point where they have formed their own civilizations, every human is either a freakish multi-limbed mutant or a puritan cyborg and the raccoons are sorcerers capable of giving wyverns a lobotomy

RP Idea: Thomas the Tank Engine/Dark Souls/Silent Hill - Players are crew members of a supply train hauling tea across the British Isles. When they cross into the haunted Isle of Sodor, they find themselves hunted by mad train conductors and eldritch trains with spider legs on railway tracks made of bones.

Idea: Fight Club/Rocky/Mythology - In a world where Jesus submitted Satan via an armbar, all modern mythologies participate in an MMA/WWE style duel for supremacy over their mortal domains. Players play Gods from modern mythologies.

Idea: Cells at Work/Osmosis Jones/Dredd - In the body of an ordinary child named Timothy, players are in charge of the WBC police force overburdened by the fact that Timothy's parents are total anti-vaxxer alternative medicine Karens. His body wreaked to havoc with easily erasable diseases, the WBC police force must execute a minimum quota of germs everyday in order to maintain order and balance within the city.

Idea: Spongebob/GTA/Saint Rows - In the crime-infested city of Bikini Bottom, Mr Krabs runs a top secret sea-weed trafficking operation behind the front of the Krusty Krab whilst having successfully eliminated all of his competitors except for one: Plankton. Players play investigators aiming to solve a spree of mysterious murders with only one clue to aid them: Find the Secret Formula.

Idea: Chowder/Taken/The Vietnam War/That Funky Trailer Involving FPS Chowder - When Private Chowder is kidnapped by the Viet Cong, Squad Chef Mung Daal must assemble a crack team of soldiers to rescue his assisstant chef in Saigon while committing war crimes along the way.

- Make a RP Kickstarter/Patreon. Become a roleplay twitch streamer.

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Spitting out hay, Pebbles readjusts himself, shaking his head, and looks around, attempting to spot where the thief has gone.

The wrestler brushes himself off and approaches the dazed puffball. " My dear friend, please hold still while I apply anesthesia. I require you to apprehend this criminal."

He then attempts to knock out Kirby in one punch and tries to pick the fat blob up to use as a projectile against the retreating thief.

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"Oh, really? Come towards me as close as you like, then!"

Pebbles grinned as he ran towards the pink puffball, jogging towards the abomination gracefully before leveraging his foot backwards in order to kick it like a ball.

Wal Quest - Interactive Post Apocalyptic Quest

[X] - Why is half of your vision so dark? [2]

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Nevermind that. Unfortunately, it’s hard to think when your head pounds relentlessly, so much so, that you can barely concentrate your thoughts. You grimace, grunting loudly as you raise yourself up. From what you can see, you’re swaddled in what appears to be repurposed popcorn bags on top of a bed. The room is a wide hallway with several other beds lying to your side and across, men and women in different states of injury lying upon them. Small children scurry around to each bed like mice, carrying bottles of pills and alcohol swabs.

However, It’s a different story on your right. All you see from your right side is nothing. Just a black indistinguishable haze, as if someone wrapped a blindfold over half of your face. You crane your neck up and then, a paralyzing pain from your lower spine to the back of your head forces you back down.

“ Easy there.” The old voice talks again.” You’ve just fallen off five shelves. It’s Sam’s miracle that you’re still -”

You point towards, or try to point to where your right eye is.

“ Let me see it,” you utter.

“You’re still recovering. You need to re-”

“ Let me see it”

A makeup mirror swims into your vision. A crack in the glass presses into your reflection like a root, etching itself into your left cheek. All that remains of your right eye is an empty socket, puckered scars round the bone. It’s hard for reality to set in, like waiting for glue to set. It’s as if your mind is attempting to reconcile with your torn body. You try to blink. You think you’re blinking. You have to be. It’s not - Your mouth grows clammy, refusing to acknowledge

“ My eye, my eye,” you begin to stammer to yourself like a broken PA speaker, as if you hoped your vision would return with each. You reach out to claw at what you know is an empty round crevasse of pulp and viscera but a crinkled hand reaches out to stop you.

“ I’m sorry, son.” His apology carries the energy of routine self-loathing. “ I wish I could do more. You would need an Wal-Clinic or a Tron specialising in cybernetics to replace your broken eye. Even then, with that damage….”

He takes away the makeup mirror and you turn your head to the left, to where he sits. Your vision now has become more clear and with it, the identity of your mysterious rescuer. A moth-eaten labcoat covers his emaciated frame with a necklace of doctor playset toys hanging around his limp neck. A thick beard of grey masks his chin whilst all that remains on his head are wisps of white.

“ They’re still cleaning up the remnants of the Crusade outside. We’ll talk more when opening hours resume.” He scratches the back of his head. “ In the meantime, take some rest, samurai.”

He stands up and leaves you to think in your broken state. Time passes as you think about how worthless you are as a samurai now. You took a gamble and the gamble cost you your body. How can you fight when you can’t even see properly? How would your clan react?

Eventually, the fatigue of injury pulls you back into unconsciousness, less painful than the one your fall forced you into. Your mind drifts back to a single moment in the past.

What was it?

[X] - Your hand brushes through pale green mist. It’s hard to breathe with the mask but you have to bear it. The toxic residues of the Bleach Mare would melt your flesh to the bone in a matter of seconds if you took it off. The captain signals you wordlessly, knocking his fist against his elbow, and pointing it to the mast. You stop yourself from replying as your brain fills in the gaps of his wordless communication. You walk towards it and begin hoisting the sails.

Then, a shadow leaps from the water and lands onto the deck with a fleshy thud. Its leached skin drips detergent that hisses upon contact with the planks. You slowly draw your sword in anticipation as it jumps towards you with a screech.

[X] - How can light be so heavy? That’s the only question on your mind as you wander the eternal horizon. You take a look up for a brief moment into the cloudless, grey sky. You’ve always been curious about the Gates of Sliding and the Parking Lots, about how it would be great to just take a tiny peek. Your experiences here has caused your childhood desires to wither up and dry.

“ How much longer?,” you whisper to your guides travelling in front.

You always know the reply.

“ We are at the mercy of the Roof, brother.”

You sign and huddle further inside the cool grasp of the tinfoil blanket, shielding off the baking heat as your feet trudge further and further onwards.

[X] - “ Again.”

You remember sweat and blood as your weapon clangs to the floor nearby. You pick it up. An ancient face, chiseled like folded origami, stares down at you in disappointment. Hurt pride and something more, a thirst, wells in you as your trembling hand picks up the pommel, the scent of frosted sugar cloying in the dry air.

Breathing in, you ready your stance and charge again.

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@spiral origin

" Oh no, you don't!" Pebbles steps out of the ruins of the table he landed on and picks up a nearby stool. He then searches through the crowd for Mortus in an attempt to punish him for his monetary misdeeds.

When the kirby.png turns towards him, Pebble's eyes lighten in the face of a new challenger and drops the chair. " I have a god and his name is the elbow." He then leapt up in the air, attempting to bring down the wrath of muscular fortitude upon the pink blob in the shape of a tombstone piledriver.

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"Ah, a new contender!," Pebble exclaims, ignoring the thief, and dives down in a clothesline towards the pink marshmallow blob.

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Sorry for the delay. Added the change.