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Roleplay man, roleplay man, does whatever a roleplay can. Does he write? Not at all. He brings plots to a stall, look out... He’s a fucking ghost.
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7 yrs ago
I hate websites that tell you an email is wrong whilst you're trying to type it out. CALM YOUR TITS, I'VE NOT PUT IN THE FUCKING @ ADDRESS YET, NO SHIT IT'S NOT VALID.
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Does anyone else see a word spelt totally correctly and think 'that can't be fucking right, I've messed something up.'
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8 yrs ago
When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager!
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For every day that Facility B had had subjects in its walls, the Chromatic Security wards were awoken at precisely 0800 hours by a simple piercing alarm. Every day apart from today, that was. The first alarm went off in the halls of the Red block at the assigned time, but there were no bootfalls as armed staff made their way into the halls in preperation for the newly arisen subjects. In fact, there were no noises from the staff at all.
Then, two minutes later, Yellow and Blue subjects were awoken simultaneously, the alarm warbling slightly; something which again had never been heard once in all the years that Facility B had been running for. Another minute and a half would pass, and then Purple ward's alarm would finally arise from it's slumber, offering only a few pitiful mewls before quieting down again. Once it had stopped making noise, the other three had joined it in its silence, leaving the facility silent.
It was undeniably eerie. The cameras, which normally held an unblinking red light, sat unpowered and silent, unmoving and unwatching. Everything was still and silent apart from the subjects. The canteen was empty- the kitchen abandoned by its normally masked staff, but the security protocols that held the subjects in place certainly had not lifted. Every door, every barrier was slammed down, with only the recreational areas open and avaliable.
Power fluttered, off and on, the lights switching between their fully powered white flouresence and their low-powered red illumination. The air vents choked and juddered, and the water pumps were evidently fritzing as well; water fountains occasionally letting a comfortable jet out, and equally occasionally providing but a small dribble.
It seemed that, for now, the lunatics were in charge of the asylum.
@TheMushroomLord
You’d need to hustle because the RP is both close to capacity and starting soon, but yes, we’re still open for now.
You’d need to hustle because the RP is both close to capacity and starting soon, but yes, we’re still open for now.
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Siobhan spat.
The glob of saliva glistened on the ground, a crimson stain spreading through it. Reaching up slowly to her nose, the woman would wipe away the wine-dark colours that had begun to spill out, her mind still screaming at her. "I need to go. We need to go. I can't fucking STAND these mirrors any longer." She was speaking, but her voice was croaky and breaking, high then low then high. Relucantly, she would begin to talk.
"What the matter is that I spent five fucking years with shit in my head that doesn't stay in my fucking head! Why do you think I cover the mirrors in every hostel and hotel room I've ever fucking stayed in? Your organisation was clearly watching me!" She wiped her nose again, smearing the red across her top lip. "Let's just Go."
"Now."
The glob of saliva glistened on the ground, a crimson stain spreading through it. Reaching up slowly to her nose, the woman would wipe away the wine-dark colours that had begun to spill out, her mind still screaming at her. "I need to go. We need to go. I can't fucking STAND these mirrors any longer." She was speaking, but her voice was croaky and breaking, high then low then high. Relucantly, she would begin to talk.
"What the matter is that I spent five fucking years with shit in my head that doesn't stay in my fucking head! Why do you think I cover the mirrors in every hostel and hotel room I've ever fucking stayed in? Your organisation was clearly watching me!" She wiped her nose again, smearing the red across her top lip. "Let's just Go."
"Now."
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@duskshine749
One thing I forgot to mention in the Discord- is therea limit to what atoms he can slow down? Could he slow carbon (I.E freeze people's skin off?) Once that's answered they should be good.
@Godlikeblade
One thing that does bug me is how you've changed the formatting of the CS, something I explicitly asked people not to do. The 'appearance with picture' bit needs to be taken out of the hider, the image should be removed and he would still be in the standard issue grey subject clothing, not anything special despite his size.
Also, I get this is likely because I haven't actually told you what security ranking he would be, but he should be MB-2010-AXP.
Secondly, I will say that... How does he not realise something's off? Nine year olds aren't total idiots- they know that people don't generally run away screaming, so how is he not aware that something's wrong with him?
Also, the phrasing for his ability is just... Badly off. Firstly, the technical term for his fight or flight ability would be something along the lines of 'stimulates an intense adrenal repsonse,' and secondly, that line shouldn't exist at all, because it takes agencies away from other players. If they want their characters to enter fight or flight, that's up to them.
Also, I will in addition say that do you really want an ability that causes people to go on a murderous rampage against a nine year old with no obvious other defences? This RP won't be pulling punches, so that places your character in a very dangerous spot. In addition, there shouldn't be mentions of 'staff observations,' it should be declarative facts. MB-2010-AXP can only be seen as his true form, etc etc.
Don't get what the happy, say, angry bits are for, really, that's quite poorly explained.
@ReedeThe23rd
You've got a little square bracket left in by that ID number.
As for the overall sheet. It looks good, I'd just like a lot of the 'also known to some' wishy-washy bits cleaned up into more definitive language. Also known as, that kind of thing.
@BCTheEntity
He's in. Well done.
@Randomness
Almost on track to be in without any adjustments! Just remove the struckout bit- I get what you're going for, but when staff reconsider an ability they just delete it.
@Vixen58
There are far too many subject notes, which dramatically break up the flow of this CS. The ONLY subject note I see as actually being needed is the 'no skin to skin contact' one, which should go after the description of his power. Alternately, put a 'See addendum' in there somewhere, to imply more writing on a seperate document- which you've already done, so I don't see why the massive amounts of subject notes are needed.
@Bazmund
First thing... Please, please stick to the CS. I did specifically make notes about that, so it being uniform is sort of what I was gunning for.
'final child of an otherwise remarkable' Is this meant to be unremarkable?
And the big thing:
This man is not getting a computer. This man isn't getting a circuit board. Facility B would only trust him with electronics in a controlled testing environment, and absolutely nowhere else.
One thing I forgot to mention in the Discord- is therea limit to what atoms he can slow down? Could he slow carbon (I.E freeze people's skin off?) Once that's answered they should be good.
@Godlikeblade
One thing that does bug me is how you've changed the formatting of the CS, something I explicitly asked people not to do. The 'appearance with picture' bit needs to be taken out of the hider, the image should be removed and he would still be in the standard issue grey subject clothing, not anything special despite his size.
Also, I get this is likely because I haven't actually told you what security ranking he would be, but he should be MB-2010-AXP.
Secondly, I will say that... How does he not realise something's off? Nine year olds aren't total idiots- they know that people don't generally run away screaming, so how is he not aware that something's wrong with him?
Also, the phrasing for his ability is just... Badly off. Firstly, the technical term for his fight or flight ability would be something along the lines of 'stimulates an intense adrenal repsonse,' and secondly, that line shouldn't exist at all, because it takes agencies away from other players. If they want their characters to enter fight or flight, that's up to them.
Also, I will in addition say that do you really want an ability that causes people to go on a murderous rampage against a nine year old with no obvious other defences? This RP won't be pulling punches, so that places your character in a very dangerous spot. In addition, there shouldn't be mentions of 'staff observations,' it should be declarative facts. MB-2010-AXP can only be seen as his true form, etc etc.
Don't get what the happy, say, angry bits are for, really, that's quite poorly explained.
@ReedeThe23rd
You've got a little square bracket left in by that ID number.
As for the overall sheet. It looks good, I'd just like a lot of the 'also known to some' wishy-washy bits cleaned up into more definitive language. Also known as, that kind of thing.
@BCTheEntity
He's in. Well done.
@Randomness
Almost on track to be in without any adjustments! Just remove the struckout bit- I get what you're going for, but when staff reconsider an ability they just delete it.
@Vixen58
There are far too many subject notes, which dramatically break up the flow of this CS. The ONLY subject note I see as actually being needed is the 'no skin to skin contact' one, which should go after the description of his power. Alternately, put a 'See addendum' in there somewhere, to imply more writing on a seperate document- which you've already done, so I don't see why the massive amounts of subject notes are needed.
@Bazmund
First thing... Please, please stick to the CS. I did specifically make notes about that, so it being uniform is sort of what I was gunning for.
'final child of an otherwise remarkable' Is this meant to be unremarkable?
And the big thing:
This man is not getting a computer. This man isn't getting a circuit board. Facility B would only trust him with electronics in a controlled testing environment, and absolutely nowhere else.
Mirrors.
Oh God so many mirrors.
Siobhan looked around, looked at herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself "and herself and myself and myself and myself and myself" somwhere she had begun to speak, repeating the words over and over again. She turned around, looking at the walls, looking at herself and herself and herself, and herself and... She felt it. Her mind. The migrane, the infernal creaking curse that had set itself up in her cranium. It clawed, it screeched, and the more she looked at herself at herself at herself at herself the less she felt as if she was looking at herself at herself at herself at herself.
These hers were not hers were not hers they were others they were wrong "THEY ARE WRONG!" She shouted, unaware that the words were coming out of her mouth. The reflections mocked her by opening their mouths and screaming along with her, but why were they so different and yet so alike and yet... She raised her hands to her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she did so. It didn't help. She could feel the eyes, a million of her own eyes, pairs of eyes from across and beyond and throughout staring down at her, from all around her, all down upon her.
Her skin crawled at their looks. Her hairs stood on end. She was standing, but only barely, her head clutched in her hands. She would turn, shaking, a wreck in every way, to Niko, her eyes opening bloodshot. "No. No. No. No mirrors! NO FUCKING MIRRORS." She didn't know how long she could cope with this. How long she could stare at herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself.
and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself
Oh God so many mirrors.
Siobhan looked around, looked at herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself "and herself and myself and myself and myself and myself" somwhere she had begun to speak, repeating the words over and over again. She turned around, looking at the walls, looking at herself and herself and herself, and herself and... She felt it. Her mind. The migrane, the infernal creaking curse that had set itself up in her cranium. It clawed, it screeched, and the more she looked at herself at herself at herself at herself the less she felt as if she was looking at herself at herself at herself at herself.
These hers were not hers were not hers they were others they were wrong "THEY ARE WRONG!" She shouted, unaware that the words were coming out of her mouth. The reflections mocked her by opening their mouths and screaming along with her, but why were they so different and yet so alike and yet... She raised her hands to her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she did so. It didn't help. She could feel the eyes, a million of her own eyes, pairs of eyes from across and beyond and throughout staring down at her, from all around her, all down upon her.
Her skin crawled at their looks. Her hairs stood on end. She was standing, but only barely, her head clutched in her hands. She would turn, shaking, a wreck in every way, to Niko, her eyes opening bloodshot. "No. No. No. No mirrors! NO FUCKING MIRRORS." She didn't know how long she could cope with this. How long she could stare at herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself.
and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself and herself
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