I'll do my best to get a post up over the weekend! I burned my hand so it'll take a while to type.
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STATUS: Wow it's been a long while since I was last on. I'm gonna have to update a lot of stuff. 4 yrs ago
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Wow it's been a long while since I was last on. I'm gonna have to update a lot of stuff.
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Lifetip: Don't forget to eat for 2 days, then drink 44 oz of coke at the movies. I don't feel too good, Mr. Stark.
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Finally finished editing that transcript. At this point the only person I'm rooting for in this case is the judge.
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"Boy I sure am feeling harassed after I bullied someone else and people pointed it out to me"
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"A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making the truth itself appear like falsehood." - William Shenstone
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I'm a 24 year old college student with a "tragic past" and a series of flunked schools and medical bills. Roleplaying has been my one escape from a harsh reality while growing up, and I really appreciate this site and everyone on it.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
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I'm still here. And hoping that this thread is still alive and well. Things might be hectic, what with halloween and the US election.
I'm still here. And hoping that this thread is still alive and well. Things might be hectic, what with halloween and the US election.
Posted! Sorry it took so long. But, Andy's out of the woods (lava woods?) for now! ... Maybe.
Secondary Character
Name: The Thing
Age: Approximately 5 minutes old
From Year: Unknown
Home Land: Andy's Subconscious
Appearance:
Personality: The Thing is very curious and inquisitive of it's surroundings, inside it's body and outside of it. It does not know what kind of Thing it is, but is very interested in the other Things surrounding it. The Thing cannot feel pain as an emotion or sensation, instead it views it as a stimulus response which it interprets and analyzes. Many emotions that come from the Repressed Place are strange to it, and though it controls the body, it still does not have complete control over the mind. The Memories are inaccessible to it, and the Instinct and Emotion subroutines run wild and often on their own agenda.
Still, the Thing lives to collect data, as that is the only thing it yet knows it can do, and wishes to protect its vessel. Every now and then it gets strange clues and signals from the Repressed Place, leading the Thing to wonder if there is another Thing inside of it?
Biography: The Thing came into existence after Andy's brain was repeatedly destroyed and recreated in the lava. While Andy and the Thing are completely unaware of each other, small parts of each other's input appear when one is in control. It is as of yet unknown if the Thing is a separate entity or a defense mechanism created by trauma. The Thing needs rest just as much as Andy's mind does, and does not seem to come out unless there is severe trauma being inflicted. Though the Thing is curious about the locked Memories and the Repressed Place, where Andy's consciousness lies dormant, it does not yet have the understanding or power to find a way to access them.
Because it is an extremely new being, there is unfortunately not much to put in it's biography, other than it acts more like a computer than a human being. While the Thing is not overtly hostile, it has no comprehension of social norms, morality, learning, or even vocabulary. For now, it seems like it will be learning quite a bit from instincts, emotion, and commentary from the mental peanut gallery.
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It wasn't like water. In fact, hitting the searing surface was almost like hitting asphalt. But it was soft enough that he began to sink very rapidly. He was too shocked by the pain to scream, to shocked to think. There were no words that could describe the pain, the skin and tissue on his hands bubbling with the heat, his clothes quickly catching on fire. His tormented writhing only accelerated his sink into the molten rock, and then his head went under.
Whether he had taken a breath or not wouldn't have mattered, his face was gone in seconds. Then it was back. Then it was gone. He lost track of time, lost track of pain, of reality, as his brain died and resuscitated, broke down and was recreated, over and over again. It was alive, then It was dead, then It was alive AND dead at the same time. Flickering in and out of consciousness, the Thing tried to make sense of it's existence. What were memories? What was sense? There was no sense that the Thing could understand. It tried to hear, but there was no noise. Strange. It should have had the capacity to hear. It tried to see, but there was no sight. Something was missing at the other end. In between Its own death and recreation, the Thing was panicking. Nothing was responding, and if nothing was responding, that meant It had to be dead. Yet the Thing was not dead, or at least, not aware of It's own death. Was It dead? It couldn't tell.
And then, something came through. A burst of stimulus from some far off corner! What was this sense again? Touch! It was faint and flickering, but the sensation was there! The Thing was alive! It remembered something It had forgotten in the burning, there were instincts It could activate! If It had stimulus response from one far away limb, then there was a chance It could get a response from the others!
Little by little, the Thing fired off commands like It never had before, if It could remember having done such a thing. And to It's... (Glee? Relief?) Well, to It's advantage, faint responses were coming back in. As the temperature cooled around It's protective shell, It began to rediscover It's sense of self. It was not one Thing, but part of a larger Thing. It had a skeletal system, muscles, and skin, all of which were under attack by an unknown intruder. And the source of the stimulus in It's limb (Arm) was another Thing. Ah, so Things must be social Things. And the other Thing was helping It. Pulling It in a direction that was cooler, away from the intruder.
With a greater control of It's senses, the Thing redirected impulses to follow the other Thing, moving through the intruder. It kicked out with It's lower sensors (Legs) and gradually touched something solid, something that was not the intruder or the other Thing.
(It's a wall, climb it.)
Climb? What was climb? Before the Thing could understand what a Climb was, the instincts It had already set to run were moving the Thing forward, clambering over the wall and out of the intruder. Slowly, the Thing began to reconnect with lost arms and legs, sensors in the bone, in the muscle, on the skin. There was a sensation that It couldn't comprehend, one that felt like the intruder was still there. One that made the Thing feel very ... (Sleepy.) And so the Thing went to sleep.
And Andy woke up.
Whether he had taken a breath or not wouldn't have mattered, his face was gone in seconds. Then it was back. Then it was gone. He lost track of time, lost track of pain, of reality, as his brain died and resuscitated, broke down and was recreated, over and over again. It was alive, then It was dead, then It was alive AND dead at the same time. Flickering in and out of consciousness, the Thing tried to make sense of it's existence. What were memories? What was sense? There was no sense that the Thing could understand. It tried to hear, but there was no noise. Strange. It should have had the capacity to hear. It tried to see, but there was no sight. Something was missing at the other end. In between Its own death and recreation, the Thing was panicking. Nothing was responding, and if nothing was responding, that meant It had to be dead. Yet the Thing was not dead, or at least, not aware of It's own death. Was It dead? It couldn't tell.
And then, something came through. A burst of stimulus from some far off corner! What was this sense again? Touch! It was faint and flickering, but the sensation was there! The Thing was alive! It remembered something It had forgotten in the burning, there were instincts It could activate! If It had stimulus response from one far away limb, then there was a chance It could get a response from the others!
Little by little, the Thing fired off commands like It never had before, if It could remember having done such a thing. And to It's... (Glee? Relief?) Well, to It's advantage, faint responses were coming back in. As the temperature cooled around It's protective shell, It began to rediscover It's sense of self. It was not one Thing, but part of a larger Thing. It had a skeletal system, muscles, and skin, all of which were under attack by an unknown intruder. And the source of the stimulus in It's limb (Arm) was another Thing. Ah, so Things must be social Things. And the other Thing was helping It. Pulling It in a direction that was cooler, away from the intruder.
With a greater control of It's senses, the Thing redirected impulses to follow the other Thing, moving through the intruder. It kicked out with It's lower sensors (Legs) and gradually touched something solid, something that was not the intruder or the other Thing.
(It's a wall, climb it.)
Climb? What was climb? Before the Thing could understand what a Climb was, the instincts It had already set to run were moving the Thing forward, clambering over the wall and out of the intruder. Slowly, the Thing began to reconnect with lost arms and legs, sensors in the bone, in the muscle, on the skin. There was a sensation that It couldn't comprehend, one that felt like the intruder was still there. One that made the Thing feel very ... (Sleepy.) And so the Thing went to sleep.
And Andy woke up.
@Balthazar007 I actually don't know if I can do this RP. I have a lot of legal stuff cropping up right now that's exhausting me. I'll still be in Strange World, but I don't know if I can do this one right now. Sorry!
I would like to tag some role players that have experience with this leveling system and my GM style. Even if you don't feel like joining this RP, your opinions are valuable to me.
I think this kind of RP would be fun! I really like the leveling system used, it makes it feel like even if I haven't interacted with another person, I've moved towards a goal! I'd definitely be open to joining it! Especially if there's lava.
Bump! Now with new plots and fandoms!
@Invader Len ooh, sweet.
Btw are people waiting on me to post or do we still have some people that havent yet?
You and @Fubsy are welcome to post at any time! The only posting rules are to allow at least 2 people to post before you make a new post, and to wait at least 10 hours in between your own posts. Which has long since transpired. So really, anyone who isn't me or banjoanjo is free to post right now.
Hey all! New villain announced for season two! Introducing, the Style Queen! She's got a very different feel from the other akumatized villains we've seen in the past. I wonder if she'll be the new "worse than hawkmoth" villain?
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