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STATUS: Jokes on everyone I just look like a sad Travis Touchdown who has really really loud shits 3 yrs ago
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Jokes on everyone I just look like a sad Travis Touchdown who has really really loud shits
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You status bar people sure are a contentious bunch
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Adding to that, unless you are exhibiting life threatening symptoms (unable to breathe, etc) go to a rapid test site in your area than going to the ER. Local ERs are swamped and overwhelmed here.
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As someone who has been stabbed in the past knives are not kinky
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I'd rather just...never take a lewd of myself.
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It's been a while since I had a doc look at me. Alan sat in a plastic chair against the wall, casually holding his hand up, rotating it by the wrist, looking at various callouses and scars that marked his limbs. How many scraps had he been in by now that had left some memento? The worst was his facial scar, which dug into his left cheek. Metal debris had flown into the cockpit when he was cut open by an enemy NC outside Dead Springs. Time had caused the scar to fade in color, but the shallow recess on his face remained.
A memento.
Voices echoed throughout the hallway and a klaxon sounded, the sound of countless men and women rushing down metal hallways into hangars. A deep voice came in over the intercom, but he couldn't make out what was being said. Only the feeling of dread over what was to come. A door opened, revealing a large hangar of pristine NCs, ready to be deployed and-
Alan blinked. His head throbbed. He ran his left hand over his face, putting pressure over his eyelids and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Anything to keep these...flashes at bay. How many did this make this year? Three? Now four? It was only around a year ago that the flashes really started happening. The idea of the frequency increasing, the idea of being lost in one of these dreams, and not knowing reality from fiction; that frightened him deeply.
Don't be obvious about it. He wasn't the first with feedback from a PS, and he wasn't going to be the last. Still, if these were going to be an issue, he was going to need to speak with a medical professional about this. And that could hurt his chances of making the grade for Graham's little army.
He scanned the room. He glanced Ryn, then the Saxon-boy and the girl he had arrived with; there was the foreign girl as well. Some deep, lizard brain part of his psyche wanted him to go over to Ryn, to explain things, to talk to her. But he knew all too well that would just lead to what, getting slapped? Punched? Cursed out? No reason to drag something like that out in the middle of the damn medical office.
So instead he clipped the datapad from his belt loop and brought it up. His library was still packed with literature he hadn't finished reading yet. Something short, maybe a collection of short stories would do until they called him up. Maybe a book of poetry. Anything but thinking about talking to Ryn.
A memento.
Voices echoed throughout the hallway and a klaxon sounded, the sound of countless men and women rushing down metal hallways into hangars. A deep voice came in over the intercom, but he couldn't make out what was being said. Only the feeling of dread over what was to come. A door opened, revealing a large hangar of pristine NCs, ready to be deployed and-
Alan blinked. His head throbbed. He ran his left hand over his face, putting pressure over his eyelids and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Anything to keep these...flashes at bay. How many did this make this year? Three? Now four? It was only around a year ago that the flashes really started happening. The idea of the frequency increasing, the idea of being lost in one of these dreams, and not knowing reality from fiction; that frightened him deeply.
Don't be obvious about it. He wasn't the first with feedback from a PS, and he wasn't going to be the last. Still, if these were going to be an issue, he was going to need to speak with a medical professional about this. And that could hurt his chances of making the grade for Graham's little army.
He scanned the room. He glanced Ryn, then the Saxon-boy and the girl he had arrived with; there was the foreign girl as well. Some deep, lizard brain part of his psyche wanted him to go over to Ryn, to explain things, to talk to her. But he knew all too well that would just lead to what, getting slapped? Punched? Cursed out? No reason to drag something like that out in the middle of the damn medical office.
So instead he clipped the datapad from his belt loop and brought it up. His library was still packed with literature he hadn't finished reading yet. Something short, maybe a collection of short stories would do until they called him up. Maybe a book of poetry. Anything but thinking about talking to Ryn.
Holy City of Alexandria
Alexandria Hunters Guild Headquarters, Meeting Room. 21st Sun of Ondine
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The proctor had been busy filling out reports when the monk from Fabul spoke up. His reply was short and curt. “I’m simply filling out the rest of these reports unless you’d rather we simply leave your dead body for the carrion creatures if you fall in battle.” He went back to finishing his report, while the young engineer looked bright-eyed at everyone in the room. The Free Cities had their share of diversity, but when you grew up in a small village near Feltunder the most you ever saw were miners and researchers on their way to deliver orders.
“Wow. There’s a lot of recruits!” Edgar was shocked to see so many different people introducing themselves, some with more gusto than others. “My name’s Edgar and I’m a freelance engineer!” There was something familiar about the man in red, and when Edgar’s brain returned to the fact that he mentioned Dr. Cid of all people, his stomach sank quickly, and he tried to find a way to hide in the room. The big guy from the desert, he’d made a good hiding space, but he was so loud and friendly he worried the man would simply throw him on his shoulders so everyone could get a good look at him.
He closed his eyes and decided his best option was to roll with the punches here, and if anyone asked, he’d just explain that he’d been let go. No reason to get anyone worked up over Aldite related explosions. Besides, he wasn’t dealing in any gear that was too experimental; everything he had on his person was tried and true tested by himself. And there were only small explosions. “I’ve got a few gadgets that might be helpful, and I’m more than willing to pull my weight alongside everyone else!” He hoped that enthusiasm would get him through this, and hopefully gain him a paycheck and an actual filling meal. He was quickly interrupted by the proctor.
“Alright, listen up recruits. My name is Balder Grescott and I am this chapter’s proctor and advisor. Today’s exercise will be a little different than our normal tests, due to an unforeseen rise in miasma in the eastern Ferris Wood. Your target is small: an immature species of Malboro that most people dub a miniboro. They’re not too dangerous on their own, but we’re dealing with an entire nest. As a group they can devour a man whole in seconds, and if there’s an entire nest of them, there may be a larger Malboro nearby.” He handed each of the seven a document explaining the risks of the mission, as well as a place to sign their names. “The guild ranks the danger of a mission with stars. A single star is a fairly safe mission, while a five-star mission is incredibly dangerous even for the most veteran hunters.” He walked around the room, eyeing up everyone in the room. Some looked hardened already; they’d be useful. But the young and innocent ones, they were the kind that got devoured. How many would survive this mission?
"The ranking of this mission has been given a preliminary two-star rating; and if a mother malboro appears, the rating will increase to three stars. Your pay will increase if that happens as well, but let me stress this: if things become too dangerous there is nothing wrong with retreating.”
Edgar was busy going over the paperwork and feeling a slight tinge of worry with so many disclaimers about the various ways a hunter could die. But he’d had to deal with this problem already; there were no other options at hand. So no, he couldn’t run away. He quickly signed his name on the form, and as Balder finished talking, he handed it back to the proctor. “I’m ready!” he said, touching the grip of Francesca tucked in his engineer’s toolbelt. “Let’s go prune these weeds!”
Prune these weeds?! What kind of line was that!? Did he think he was some cool hero now? He winced slightly after making his statement, and made his way near the doorframe, begging to start the mission already before he died of embarrassment.
“Wow. There’s a lot of recruits!” Edgar was shocked to see so many different people introducing themselves, some with more gusto than others. “My name’s Edgar and I’m a freelance engineer!” There was something familiar about the man in red, and when Edgar’s brain returned to the fact that he mentioned Dr. Cid of all people, his stomach sank quickly, and he tried to find a way to hide in the room. The big guy from the desert, he’d made a good hiding space, but he was so loud and friendly he worried the man would simply throw him on his shoulders so everyone could get a good look at him.
He closed his eyes and decided his best option was to roll with the punches here, and if anyone asked, he’d just explain that he’d been let go. No reason to get anyone worked up over Aldite related explosions. Besides, he wasn’t dealing in any gear that was too experimental; everything he had on his person was tried and true tested by himself. And there were only small explosions. “I’ve got a few gadgets that might be helpful, and I’m more than willing to pull my weight alongside everyone else!” He hoped that enthusiasm would get him through this, and hopefully gain him a paycheck and an actual filling meal. He was quickly interrupted by the proctor.
“Alright, listen up recruits. My name is Balder Grescott and I am this chapter’s proctor and advisor. Today’s exercise will be a little different than our normal tests, due to an unforeseen rise in miasma in the eastern Ferris Wood. Your target is small: an immature species of Malboro that most people dub a miniboro. They’re not too dangerous on their own, but we’re dealing with an entire nest. As a group they can devour a man whole in seconds, and if there’s an entire nest of them, there may be a larger Malboro nearby.” He handed each of the seven a document explaining the risks of the mission, as well as a place to sign their names. “The guild ranks the danger of a mission with stars. A single star is a fairly safe mission, while a five-star mission is incredibly dangerous even for the most veteran hunters.” He walked around the room, eyeing up everyone in the room. Some looked hardened already; they’d be useful. But the young and innocent ones, they were the kind that got devoured. How many would survive this mission?
"The ranking of this mission has been given a preliminary two-star rating; and if a mother malboro appears, the rating will increase to three stars. Your pay will increase if that happens as well, but let me stress this: if things become too dangerous there is nothing wrong with retreating.”
Edgar was busy going over the paperwork and feeling a slight tinge of worry with so many disclaimers about the various ways a hunter could die. But he’d had to deal with this problem already; there were no other options at hand. So no, he couldn’t run away. He quickly signed his name on the form, and as Balder finished talking, he handed it back to the proctor. “I’m ready!” he said, touching the grip of Francesca tucked in his engineer’s toolbelt. “Let’s go prune these weeds!”
Prune these weeds?! What kind of line was that!? Did he think he was some cool hero now? He winced slightly after making his statement, and made his way near the doorframe, begging to start the mission already before he died of embarrassment.
Categorization isn't saying "original" is dead, but as a human culture, we tend to tell the same stories throughout time. What changes and what innovates these stories is changes in modern society, in technology, in belief, etc.
The tropes are the same, but the paint is brand new.
The tropes are the same, but the paint is brand new.
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This is RPG, any Harry Potter Harem will be the Marauders and Snape and possibly even Tom Riddle for some reason
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See? You almost have to take a look!
oh no what have I done
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To be honest I'm more likely to click on a 1x1 labeled 'Cybernetic Harry Potter Harem' than I am to click on 'RP ideas', that is just marketing!
does that imply that there is a harem of harry potter androids or is it a VR harem of various harry potter ladies
I'd like to propose that original ideas aren't as uncommon as they seem, but plenty of them tend to borrow tropes and cliches that tend to shove them under the radar. They appear less attractive because they have ideas used time immemorial or come with massive lore dumps involving the world. I feel most players want to feel like the belong to the world instead of acting as a guest, so it's a major turnoff to throw yourself into a world that's already been pre-established. Especially one that you had no impact in making.
I think you're touching on something very true there, Hyde. The old saying goes "nothing is original" and it rings true today. Nearly all of our writing deals with common tropes and themes seen in human culture for thousands of years, either playing the theme straight, subverting it or trying to paint it a different shade, but we're still playing with these common themes or tropes. There's nothing wrong with using these things, as they are the building blocks of our culture, beliefs and entertainment. But the classic heroes journey has been a million times and will be done a billion times more before the heat death of the universe.
The other aspect I find interesting is your viewpoint on "being a guest in the world" vs "being a part of the world". I cut my teeth nearly two decades ago with the latter; spending every Friday night with friends in a chatroom pitching out ideas and building worlds and stories together; which can be fun. Nowadays I spend more time building up the background and world in general before presenting an idea to my groups, mainly because many times people can feel overwhelmed when presented with too much choice in how to design a character. Eg, "It's a fantasy world but how does the magic work? Am I a Gandalf style wizard with natural power, or is this more Final Fantasy 7 where I have to slot the ability to use magic into a weapon". I think at the very least having a set of rules and reasons for the world is good before dropping ideas to total strangers.
I do agree with you though. I think giving players the freedom to create their own part of the world is important. The best kind of original world RPs act as a balance between the extreme worldbuilding and extreme freedom that have been discussed. That's why I roleplay, after all. Different players from different walks of like have time and time again surprised me by how they can look at a theme or situation with a completely different eye than myself, and I find that extremely invaluable as a writer.
There's between 6 and 10 original idea RPs on the first page of the casual and advanced forums right now, give or take what your measuring stick for "original" is. I think the biggest problem is it's not what some people want for original. Not everyone wants to do fantasy or sci-fi.
But yeah, fandom RPs will always invite people excited to write in them because they are fandoms. If I could get a fandom for my old post-apocalyptic medieval fantasy RP that would be rad, but sadly I'm still waiting to hear back from Netflix on the filming rights /sarcasm.
Fandoms are a known thing, so of course, people are going to flock to that. Original RPs bear the cross of having to build interest from the audience's first glance, and that's a more difficult thing to do, especially when a lot of people find reading background lore a time investment they don't know if they should do.
But yeah, fandom RPs will always invite people excited to write in them because they are fandoms. If I could get a fandom for my old post-apocalyptic medieval fantasy RP that would be rad, but sadly I'm still waiting to hear back from Netflix on the filming rights /sarcasm.
Fandoms are a known thing, so of course, people are going to flock to that. Original RPs bear the cross of having to build interest from the audience's first glance, and that's a more difficult thing to do, especially when a lot of people find reading background lore a time investment they don't know if they should do.
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