Einherjar 906

A late-show host plays "carrot in a box" with a live studio audience.

Applause blares as light shines over the stage, set in the form of a desk with a couch beside it, both facing towards the audience seating. A relatively small theatre housing a mere hundred audience members who've been given free tickets to attend the show just as long as they look clean and are willing to have their faces shown on TV.

A male voice booms, "Let's welcome your host, the great Erin Gallagher!"

A gorgeous blonde pops out from behind a curtain and walks on stage, wearing a nice comfy ensemble of black platform heels, form-fitting black jeans, white tee and black glossy jacket.
She claps. "Thank you! Jay the Narrator, everybody!" Applause.
"Welcome to Tonight Talk with Erin, I am of course Erin Gallagher. If you've noticed uhm, most of our guests and crew are on strike right now, so they aren't able to join us tonight. Personally we've reached a nice settlement with the good folks at NBS and the union has allowed us to film tonight's episode, but you know what, I said... Guys, it's alright, y'all can take this week off. 'Coz you do know that we here at the Tonight Talk stand in solidarity with our fellow actors, and so most of our crew has been in the picket lines all day. I don't know 'bout you all but it has been a scorcher today."
Some laughs.
"We don't really have any of our writers today, It's just me, Jay, our one cameraman--this is our only angle today." Audience chuckles. "We're not using any of these other cameras today. Anyway, uhm, I'd like to say I'm an actress. Would you all consider me an actress?"
Most of the audience members say yes and cheers. "I was in Lord of the Rings for four seconds so that counts, right?" Audience laughs. Erin pulls from his pocket two small boxes of the same purple colour. "Do you all know how to play 'carrot in a box?'" Most of the audience says yes, some no. "Somebody said no. Haha, that's fine, it's easy. So, the game is, one of these boxes has a 'carrot' inside it. I know which box has it, you don't. Now, it is my job to convince you to either swap boxes or not. Whoever has the 'carrot' in their box in the end wins. Sounds easy, right?" Most of the audience says yes. "It's basically a game of bluff. Now, uhm, does anyone want to come up on stage? Let's play 'carrot in a box'. You, please. Come on up. What's your name?"
Erin points at you, the audience member.

How to combat reluctance to join already-ongoing threads?

Do y'all ever do it? Is it hard to have to rush-intake all the new information of a foreign RP so you can catch up to what's currently happening?
Do we only have to intake information up to a certain point (like beginning from them entering a new location or after a timeskip)?

Myriad Reality

@Server
No.

Wait, the character needs to be interdimensional? I think I made a very simple character too... Mmh I might have to pass on this one, it's deceptively complex this thread

Myriad Reality

@Server
Yes.

You have been tasked to subjugate a fire imp.

oh that's cool

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You have been tasked to subjugate a fire imp.

^{F O R E W O R D}
Welcome to a short fight against an incredibly easy opponent. Meet the Ukobach.

A bounty is placed on the cute little demon's head, an inconsolable amount of zeroes preceding a non-zero digit and a dollar sign. Beyond enough to give anyone an early retirement, or maybe wonder as to what organization or government would desire such a creature and why.

Ukobach will not be the world's first successful capture of a demon, as there have been many that preceded him. Extensive biological research has been done regarding their kind, including testimonies from the more cordial types. We know that demons never truly die, for they simply discard their mortal forms as they're sent back to Hell, therefore it is obvious that the bounty requires the safe capture of a living Ukobach.

Through the efforts of several charred corpses of bounty hunters, the lonely Ukobach has finally been cornered within the West Point Back Alley.

West Point Back Alley

<sup>Name: West Point Back Alley

Size: About 150 yards long and 12 feet wide.

Properties: All brick walls can be damaged but alley stays intact as an alley. Many street items on the floor broken bottles, bonfire barrels 2x4 planks etc.

Player Capacity: up to 3 players. (human sized)

Description :

Flavour Text: One the most dangerous alleys in the city, the site of 23 murders in the last year, this alley is home to homeless, pickpockets and stick up men from all over the capital. Enter at your own risk.</sup>

It shrieks, sulphuric tears in its eyes as it waves its oversized spoon, conjuring a self-sustaining wall of fire (that can be doused) in an attempt to ward off its few remaining pursuers.

"KHEEEEEK!! I just want to be left alone! What did I do to deserve this!?"

While the wall of fire rages, the Ukobach starts hovering upward at a glacial pace of about a meter per second. It's trying to escape, emphasis on trying.

You have been tasked to subjugate a fire imp.

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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Ukobach



_{Loyal servant to the Lord Beelzebub; monitors and regulates the fires of Hell.}

Ukobach's Fire
_{Uses a spoon of any size to conjure and shoot fire at his will. Added bonus of being able to create floating, self-sustaining gouts of fire in mid-air that can burn for an indefinite duration and be doused like any other flame.}

Hover
_{Take flight at an incredible speed of three entire meters per second.}

Hell's Disposable Minions
_{Respawns back into Hell when killed.}

^{Has an unusually high innate mana pool, unbefitting of his lack of any real magic spells.
Has been exiled from Hell as a guise to 'take a long vacation'.}

Random Roleplay

The lowly imp hath threaded on the same road for several days, seemingly stranded in the rural depths of a random desert in North America.
As he reached yet another roadside village with a few houses made of cheap aluminium roofing and plywood, a visibly exhausted man draped in black leather appeareth out of practically nowhere, followed by yet another redneck the imp hath seen, except he didn't remember them having the ability to teleport like that.

The imp quickly turneth off the flames in his ladle and bolted straight towards the cover of one of the houses. "Kheeek! A trap!" He whispered, yelling into hisself.
He feareth to be exorcised by the strange men with powers.

So far away to his destination--the gateway to Hell that humans prefer to call 'Yellowstone' as if a strange euphemism to sulphur--the imp wondered if his journey hath came to its conclusion. He skittles away around the house, hopefully out of sight.