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never mind guys im a giant fag who spends his time pretending to be imaginary ppl on the internet so i should an hero lol
Sable said
http://themittani.com/content/traffic-control-getting-mad-video-games

"...who even gives a shit if games journalism is corrupt and full of trash? Fundamentally we are talking about video games. Diversionary entertainment. It is slightly more involved and engaging than watching Kim Kardashian's ass shake on reality television, but the truth is that there's not much difference between reading about video games while bored at the office and repeatedly F5ing a celebrity gossip blog to find out who Miley Cyrus licked today."

Something to chew on, mates.


I'd like to be the first to point out that this was posted by an 8-month old member of a play-by-post Roleplaying Forum. Apparently F5'ing for new RP replies is less diversionary than video games and celebrity gossip you guys.

But apart from that, here's why what you said is ridiculous: Celeb gossip is bullshit that's plastered for free across a million different channels around the world. You can see it on TV or google it, free of charge. The video games industry and the games journalism that accompanies it is constantly trying to convince you to spend between $5-$120 (Australian video game prices are also bullshit, by the way) per game. So if games journalism is corrupt, how are we supposed to make an intelligent, informed purchase of goods? Miley Cyrus licked someone? Great. You found that out for free on Facebook. That 10/10 game that IGN reviewed turned out to be a horrendous piece of shit that you just wasted $60 on or lost your pre-order deposit on? That's a direct result of corrupt games journalism lying their asses off whilst in the pocket (or pants) of developers or companies.

But sure, let's get back to the "diversionary" argument. Sports? Gone. You watch them as a diversion. Television? Gone. Racing? Board Games? The majority of Internet sites? YouTube? All gone. Because they are 'diversionary entertainment', as you put it. And yet, we still give a shit about corruption or cheating in any of those areas. Hell, we just had a big whinge about Net Neutrality when the majority of people use the Internet to come here and pretend to be superheroes or look at Win/Fail videos.

So you go ahead and point out the 'diversionary' aspect of entertainment all you want, but keep in mind that the site you're writing in right now is just as diversionary, if not more so. I mean let's be serious, I don't see you publishing anything you post here as the next Lord of The Rings or Game of Thrones.
Rift Hound

"...Aaand nevermind." Joshua sighed as the announcement came across the intercom, looking down at his arm, still in it's sling. "Guess I'll just follow Bulletdodger then, shall I?" he said, as he followed after the wounded girl. If he was being honest he was just scared of being alone. He'd much rather be drunk or talking than letting his thoughts of the previous mission consume him.
"If you lot get out of it alive, I'll have ta' try to snag some tequila!" He said, waving back to the others as he walked away.
E-Vyle

E-Vyle heard the announcement loud and clear, but it was difficult to hide his disdain. Even on a face that was little more than an insect swarm, his subconscious still held free reign. Begrudgingly, E-Vyle memorized his page number and retuned the book to it's shelf. He'd never be the kind of person to commit the high heresy associated with dog-earing a page in a book and he had no intention of starting now.
Making his way to the VTOL, he paid close attention to the mission parameters. Another hostage situation from the sounds of things and a flash of a photograph as well as a gouging of people he barely recognized. Boarding the VTOL, E-Vyle took a seat and lost himself amongst his thoughts and daydreams for the duration of the flight until they'd landed, upon which more orders were issued.

"I've got the primary exit!" E-Vyle declared, eager to please, fragmenting himself into his swarm and pressing against the nearest doorframe, blending into the surrounding material. He sent a handful of his swarm into the den to survey the area whilst also placing a single member of his swarm, or a 'bug', on the ear each member of the Response Team to act as a linked form of communication, to provide updates on all he observed.

"Test, test. Do not swat me, I'm just your friendly neighborhood listening device." He declared to each member. He tried to keep buzzing to a minimum but there was no accounting for habit. E-Vayle was quietly surprised with the level of calm he was handling the situation and current mission. But then again, having grown up in the home of a renowned horror author,it was hardly surprising. Many of the things he found common place would be considered terrifying those he was seeking to protect.
Nevertheless, E-Vyle steadied his resolve and prepared himself to provide support to his new team.
Okay, post's up. Not gunna lie though, Rift Hound seems all over the shop right now. One moment he's spiriting away hostages, the next he's lamenting his first kill and now he's channeling Mick Dundee. I need a clear indicator of middle ground at this point.
Rift Hound

Joshua followed the wounded girl as she was carted off, the words 'internal bleeding' mentioned in the flurry of movement that accompanied her departure. He suddenly found himself feeling very awkward at the entire situation and not knowing how to react, the wounded girl, previous mission and current situation having left him at a loss. The other girl seemed to be suggesting a trek, and Joshua's kleptomaniac mind was quick to pick up the slack.

"Well, uh... I guess she coul'n't really benefit from alco'ol thinning 'er blood much, ey? Maybe we shoul' 'it a bo'le-o? I mean, I 'aven't got much dosh on me righ' now, but I reckon I could 'it us up witha five-pordal discount if need be? 'ell, maybe Energy McShapshifter over 'ere could make it a party!" Joshua was babbling and he knew it. He had a bad habit of slipping back into Aussie when he was stressed, which was typically associated with talking at a million-miles-an-hour, making him completely legible to any Australia, but to American he may as well have been speaking Kilngon.
It was at that point a monk spoke up, "Or... ya know, drink Chartreuse and play Monopoly. Whadevah tickles ya pickle."
Yog Sothoth said
Somebody post


Sorry. Marathoning the first season of Arrow with the missus. Posting.
Maxxorlord said
If one such as myself wanted to get the gist of the current situation, where would you fine people recommend they start reading from?


The Meta Codex in MrDidact's sig and the very first OOC post establish the timeline & setting pretty well.
Got a post up and there's a new Cyanotic album. Today is a good day.
Rift Hound - The Hall

Joshua, having pulled himself out of his darkening thoughts, was wandering around the League headquarters when he came across MC, Ocean Warrior and the rest of their group. Of the group, one seemed to be made largely of energy and conjuring... things from thin air. After their latest mission, Joshua was hardly surprised.

"Hey... So, I heard an offer of drinks back at the restaurant," He said, approaching the group, "I'm more than keen for a post-hostage-situation-cool-down." Being possibly the newest member there, he felt it couldn't hurt to start making friends.
E-Vyle

E-Vyle was content where he was, having located the library. Their collection was sizable and he was originally awestruck by the collection, naturally gravitating towards the horror and arcane studies sections. He had no idea whether he would be even capable of learning magic of any sort, in his current form or otherwise, but it never hurt to be well read on a subject.
The members of his swarm that he had sent out to map the HQ had already returned, providing him with a basic layout of the building that he would hopefully commit to memory in time. He would likely send out swarms on a daily basis to aid his memory. For the time being however, he was content to read. There seemed to be a grouping of members discussing drinks in one part of the building while the zombie discussed the benefits of his decomposing visage in another, but they didn't particularly interest E-Vyle, firstly because he had a tendency to lose the ability to lose cohesive form when drunk and secondly, he could change his appearance whenever he so desired. For the time being, E-Vyle returned to his books.
Lookie said
My talents are... limited. I can draw an occasional head and such, but things like perspective and action poses kind of elude me. I mean I'm able to do those too, but it generally takes me a loong time to finish 'em up. Takes me three hours just sketching a three dimensional room etc. Kinda insane how slow I am, really. I also tend to lose a lot of gesture in my finished drawings.Still, if you ever get around to this comic idea, I'm willing to help out. Sounds like a fun project.


Look back of most webcomic series and you can see how they started as opposed to where they are now and what they've learned :) I, for one, look forward to seeing whatever you create :D
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