Is that something U R doing or is that hypothetical? XD
Probably not a hypothetical, you know, hypothetically speaking ;).
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Probably not a hypothetical, you know, hypothetically speaking ;).
Hmmm... As I've delved into PR lore more in the last few weeks, I have a shit ton of ideas, but some of them won't work for a group roleplay. So, I think I'm going to create a Google Doc and filter my story musings into two categories - RP and Fanfiction, the latter of which will be put to good use in a series on A03. I plan on only using my own original or reworked canon characters in that series (such as Tommy, Shelby, Karone, etc), but if any of you would like me to adapt your characters from the RP as well, just let me know :). I will credit you in any chapters your characters appear in.
I am writing a venjix infested Alpha 7 as my villain :D I have Skillet's Monster as a theme. We will nees a PTSD group at the end if we win xD
I'll be interested to hear your ideas for incorporating him into the narrative :).
Do you feel old yet? LOL. I was 11 when MMPR first came out and became obsessed.
When deciding what Karone's second theme would be, these lyrics spoke to me and I was like, "Fuck yes, this is a perfect representation of where her mental state will be at after being violated by Bandora's spirit."
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced)
(That there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting
How I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced)
(That there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming (confusing what is real)
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling (confusing what is real)
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced)
(That there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting
How I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced)
(That there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming (confusing what is real)
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling (confusing what is real)
<Snipped quote by WindsOfFate>
And Karone could be an annoying streamer Flit in Bandora's head: "Oooooh! Effin killsteal!"
LOL! Not giving any spoilers, but if you want an idea how Karone will feel after suffering the Taint of Bandora, check out her second theme in her CS ;). Needless to say, shit's gonna get dark.
Would be funny if the dino thunder rangers existed in parallel. They could fight over who gets to fight the monster. We win, only to realize it was one of theirs when it grows to an impossible size our lineup can't fight xD
I did make a slight Dino Thunder reference in the intro post ;).
Tommy had chuckled at Oz’s comment about the dick-measuring contest, and then grinned when Finn and Sa’Cha insisted he stop teasing Shelby.
“Yeah!” she nodded repeatedly, arms crossed. “You should stop teasing me!”
“But you’re too cute when you’re embarrassed!” he replied playfully.
“I am not embarrassed!” she insisted. “I have nothing to be embarrassed about!”
“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” the dark-haired boy said after another chortle, pulling her into a one-armed shoulder-to-shoulder hug and kissing her on the forehead. “I’ll quit teasing you now, ya big crybaby.”
“Yeah, well you’re a big jerk,” she added, crossing her arms again and looking away, chin up. But then she turned back and grinned. “But you’re lucky you’re a cute jerk!”
After Helia had inquired about the purpose of the day’s event, Shelby was the first to reply.
“There are so many awesome things going on at the Museum today!” she explained excitedly. “We’re heading there to help out with a fundraiser to save the place from being closed down. And like Finn said, he made baked nummies!”
“So, do you got any ‘special’ brownies in your stash, Finn?” Bulk asked quietly with a grin as his head popped back up over the seat.
“What, you mean ‘special’ like my grandmother’s cookies?” Skull inquired as he chewed the gum in his mouth loudly. Bulk just rolled his eyes.
“No, you dolt,” he replied, shaking his head. He leaned in and whispered in Skull’s ear, after which the other boy’s eyes grew wide.
“Duuuuuude!” he said excitedly to Finn, a bit too loud. “If you got weed goodies, fork ‘em over, twerp!”
“Ixnay on the grasstalk!” Bulk barked angrily in a hushed tone when he noticed Miss Morgan glancing in their direction. The two punks then dropped back down and were quiet the rest of the drive.
“Hey everyone!” Karone called out, holding up her phone, which had the Twitch app open. She then flashed a toothy smile. “Say hi to the chat! We have seven thousand people watching right now!”
Shelby let out a squeal of protest and dropped down out of sight of the camera. “I really hate that girl...”
As the bus turned off the main highway, they could see the Museum at the other end of a winding road. There were dozens of vehicles finding their way into the parking lot, and quite a few tented stalls had been set up throughout the forested grounds surrounding the main building.
As the students began exiting the vehicle once it had parked, the white box truck that had been following them pulled into the lot as well. The driver hopped out and slid open the back rolling door as Tommy and the others walked up to help unload the supplies for the event.
“Hey guys, how was the ride?” the older man asked. He looked to be in his mid-to-late-forties, well-built, and covered in tattoos. Many of the teens thought he was the coolest teacher at Angel Grove High, and he had been a beloved local celebrity back when he was a student there in the nineties.
“It was stellar, Mr. Oliver!” Karone replied happily before anyone else could. “I had over seven thousand viewers on my stream before Miss Morgan made me turn it off!”
“That’s… impressive!” he replied.
“It totes is!” she agreed wholeheartedly while Shelby looked at the others and made a silent puking motion.
Soon they were loading up their supplies - including Finn’s baked goods - from the shelves and cabinets inside the truck onto carts and wheeling them to the row of tents that had been allotted to them. Before their stalls opened for business, the teen volunteers were taken on a quick tour of the facility, which included a restaurant called the Dino Bite Cafe.
(the episode linked below also gives a good look at the Museum and Cafe)
“Yeah!” she nodded repeatedly, arms crossed. “You should stop teasing me!”
“But you’re too cute when you’re embarrassed!” he replied playfully.
“I am not embarrassed!” she insisted. “I have nothing to be embarrassed about!”
“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” the dark-haired boy said after another chortle, pulling her into a one-armed shoulder-to-shoulder hug and kissing her on the forehead. “I’ll quit teasing you now, ya big crybaby.”
“Yeah, well you’re a big jerk,” she added, crossing her arms again and looking away, chin up. But then she turned back and grinned. “But you’re lucky you’re a cute jerk!”
After Helia had inquired about the purpose of the day’s event, Shelby was the first to reply.
“There are so many awesome things going on at the Museum today!” she explained excitedly. “We’re heading there to help out with a fundraiser to save the place from being closed down. And like Finn said, he made baked nummies!”
“So, do you got any ‘special’ brownies in your stash, Finn?” Bulk asked quietly with a grin as his head popped back up over the seat.
“What, you mean ‘special’ like my grandmother’s cookies?” Skull inquired as he chewed the gum in his mouth loudly. Bulk just rolled his eyes.
“No, you dolt,” he replied, shaking his head. He leaned in and whispered in Skull’s ear, after which the other boy’s eyes grew wide.
“Duuuuuude!” he said excitedly to Finn, a bit too loud. “If you got weed goodies, fork ‘em over, twerp!”
“Ixnay on the grasstalk!” Bulk barked angrily in a hushed tone when he noticed Miss Morgan glancing in their direction. The two punks then dropped back down and were quiet the rest of the drive.
“Hey everyone!” Karone called out, holding up her phone, which had the Twitch app open. She then flashed a toothy smile. “Say hi to the chat! We have seven thousand people watching right now!”
Shelby let out a squeal of protest and dropped down out of sight of the camera. “I really hate that girl...”
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As the bus turned off the main highway, they could see the Museum at the other end of a winding road. There were dozens of vehicles finding their way into the parking lot, and quite a few tented stalls had been set up throughout the forested grounds surrounding the main building.
As the students began exiting the vehicle once it had parked, the white box truck that had been following them pulled into the lot as well. The driver hopped out and slid open the back rolling door as Tommy and the others walked up to help unload the supplies for the event.
“Hey guys, how was the ride?” the older man asked. He looked to be in his mid-to-late-forties, well-built, and covered in tattoos. Many of the teens thought he was the coolest teacher at Angel Grove High, and he had been a beloved local celebrity back when he was a student there in the nineties.
“It was stellar, Mr. Oliver!” Karone replied happily before anyone else could. “I had over seven thousand viewers on my stream before Miss Morgan made me turn it off!”
“That’s… impressive!” he replied.
“It totes is!” she agreed wholeheartedly while Shelby looked at the others and made a silent puking motion.
Soon they were loading up their supplies - including Finn’s baked goods - from the shelves and cabinets inside the truck onto carts and wheeling them to the row of tents that had been allotted to them. Before their stalls opened for business, the teen volunteers were taken on a quick tour of the facility, which included a restaurant called the Dino Bite Cafe.
(the episode linked below also gives a good look at the Museum and Cafe)
No preferrence here. I imagine we'll do plenty of downtime interaction later and I do crave the action, tho at the same time idle chit chat helps me get a bit more into the character at the start.
Okay, cool. We'll see how it goes :)
I have most of my post written and saved in my Google Docs, and once I get home from work (currently waiting for the train), I'll add in the final touches and upload it. But I wanted to ask - is everyone okay with me moving to the caves in my next post after this upcoming one, or did you want more time to enjoy the event?
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