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STATUS: My God! Four months!!!??? I'm sorry to many a people for ditching the rp I was running. 9 yrs ago
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For the next two weeks, I won't be on as much as I used to be. This may stretch far into the holidays as they come. I will still be active, just not as much as usual.
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First, yes i noticed the guild down quite a lot. I was just seeing as a few people have been on. Second, sorry you got sick Sable. Third, I was only curious. Not too worried(no offence) if you guys decide to quit or not.
Personally I hope you don't. I like reading your old posts, especially the OOC. That shit be hilarious!
Personally I hope you don't. I like reading your old posts, especially the OOC. That shit be hilarious!
Did you guys die?
"So," Darrin began with an irritated tone, "you're a cat then? I don't know many humans who act like that, and a dog would be much more apologetic than that." Stumped by his knowledge, Fate was speechless as Darrin continued. "Well, regardless, sorry for bumping into you like that. I'll be on my way." Before Fate could say anything, or even exchange names with him, Darrin waltzed right by him and into the shop that Fate just left. "Alright, time to work the magic words!" Darrin exclaimed, twiddling his fingers together in front himself. With a new found enthusiasm, Darrin approached the NPC vendor and began to haggle with him. It took a little word-play and some conversating, but Darrin evenetually got the exact bow he wanted that was made to level with him at a price of just... all of his gold. To be honest it was worth it considering that this item tends to be difficult to find and actually purchase. "Thank you very much, sir. I'll come again really soon for more stuff. Next time, I'll pay you extra to make up for this," Darrin explains, as he begin to think to himself how stupid he sounds talking to an NPC like a real person.
As Darrin turns around, Fate is standing at the door, staring in awe. Darrin puts two and two together and realizes that Fate watched his entire schpeel with the NPC to get this incredible item at such a price. "Cheater, you bought that item lesser than what its supposed to be, I call hax!" Fate gave the middle finger, "Wait... how did you even use hax here?"
"It's a mechanic. All NPC's can be talked to like real people, so if you barter with NPC vendors, you can get even better deals. You just have to know how to deal with real people." Darrin began to think himself a teacher again explain this to Fate, and he bagan to reminisce. "If you want, being a cat and all, I could show you a few lines that would lower prices nearly anywhere you try them. What do you say? It could be my way of, I guess, appologizing for our little accident earlier."
"Anything," The cat replied, letting out a sigh, "Sounds like the art of scamming to me from the explanation, but better than not learning this~ Anyways, Mr. Scammer, my name's Fate~"
"Fate, huh?" Darrin seemed to be perplexed. "Interesting name for a cat. Either way, it's nice. And my name is Darrin." As Darrin finished introducing himself, they left the store and began the lessons.
As Darrin turns around, Fate is standing at the door, staring in awe. Darrin puts two and two together and realizes that Fate watched his entire schpeel with the NPC to get this incredible item at such a price. "Cheater, you bought that item lesser than what its supposed to be, I call hax!" Fate gave the middle finger, "Wait... how did you even use hax here?"
"It's a mechanic. All NPC's can be talked to like real people, so if you barter with NPC vendors, you can get even better deals. You just have to know how to deal with real people." Darrin began to think himself a teacher again explain this to Fate, and he bagan to reminisce. "If you want, being a cat and all, I could show you a few lines that would lower prices nearly anywhere you try them. What do you say? It could be my way of, I guess, appologizing for our little accident earlier."
"Anything," The cat replied, letting out a sigh, "Sounds like the art of scamming to me from the explanation, but better than not learning this~ Anyways, Mr. Scammer, my name's Fate~"
"Fate, huh?" Darrin seemed to be perplexed. "Interesting name for a cat. Either way, it's nice. And my name is Darrin." As Darrin finished introducing himself, they left the store and began the lessons.
That's fine. I'm patient, so no worries there. Just curious was all.
Are we still doing this? Or are we waiting on a new person to join?
Sorry but i may have a hard time keeping up with the rp for about a week. My b-day is coming up and I'm getting ready for it.
---Well, it would seem I'm working on my b-day so scratch that.
---Well, it would seem I'm working on my b-day so scratch that.
After finalizing the connections, The Maker decides to approach Darrin one last time. “This is it, my friend. Once I flip this switch,...”
“I’ll be over in the actual game, yes, I know.” Darrin intrudes on The Maker’s sentence, “I’m just happy I could help you get those algorithms down in time for the release. Plus, I guess I should thank you for saving me from Death Row. I’m just glad that the only thing that could really kill me now is a severe virus that I can’t fix.”
The Maker, sounding hesitant, replies, “Right. A virus. Well, take care!”
“Wait!” Noticing his hesitation too late, Darrin is pulled through the network link and into the game. “Dammit!” Darrin screams at the top of his lungs with irritation, and begins to feel light headed. Thankfully, he has learned to manage short rage bursts, and he gets himself under control. He then takes the time to look around, seeing random people staring at him like he was a lunatic.
Embarrassed, Darrin storms down a back street paved with rock, and stops at an NPC vendor. The NPC tries to grab his attention, but he tones it out, thinking back on his situation. He knows three things. First, he’s an alpha tester with scarce knowledge on the actual game itself besides the NPCs and the battle system. Second, there is no leaving the game for him what-so-ever. Third, The Maker, who he now dubs as Bob (being as he doesn’t much care for the name), hesitantly replied to Darrin’s mention of death and viruses. He begins to get the feeling that this game may very well become his grave if he isn’t careful.
On that note, Darrin rummages through his inventory, checks out his stats, menu selections, etc. After having everything set up he heads back to the center of town to find a generic item shop to spend his meager starting cash on potions and a bow.
“I’ll be over in the actual game, yes, I know.” Darrin intrudes on The Maker’s sentence, “I’m just happy I could help you get those algorithms down in time for the release. Plus, I guess I should thank you for saving me from Death Row. I’m just glad that the only thing that could really kill me now is a severe virus that I can’t fix.”
The Maker, sounding hesitant, replies, “Right. A virus. Well, take care!”
“Wait!” Noticing his hesitation too late, Darrin is pulled through the network link and into the game. “Dammit!” Darrin screams at the top of his lungs with irritation, and begins to feel light headed. Thankfully, he has learned to manage short rage bursts, and he gets himself under control. He then takes the time to look around, seeing random people staring at him like he was a lunatic.
Embarrassed, Darrin storms down a back street paved with rock, and stops at an NPC vendor. The NPC tries to grab his attention, but he tones it out, thinking back on his situation. He knows three things. First, he’s an alpha tester with scarce knowledge on the actual game itself besides the NPCs and the battle system. Second, there is no leaving the game for him what-so-ever. Third, The Maker, who he now dubs as Bob (being as he doesn’t much care for the name), hesitantly replied to Darrin’s mention of death and viruses. He begins to get the feeling that this game may very well become his grave if he isn’t careful.
On that note, Darrin rummages through his inventory, checks out his stats, menu selections, etc. After having everything set up he heads back to the center of town to find a generic item shop to spend his meager starting cash on potions and a bow.
Alrighty, Here's my character!!!
Name: Darrin Guillot
Status: Alpha Tester, Illegal tech. that rips the consciousness from the human body and allows full control of it in data form. Basically an AI controlled by a human mind.
Age: 38
Appearance:
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Personality:
Socially oblivious: Has a hard time holding converstations that don't interest him
Emotionally quiet: Doesn't like to hurt other, while bottling feelings when hurt(look to Others for best insite on this.)
Also, hides most of his true feelings behind a smile and friendly (or calm) persuations.
Loner: Won't approach others very much, but won't deny the company of others.
History: To be honest, Darrin was never a criminal. He acted only for the betterment of society, and nothing else.
It all starts with him as a professional hacker. He has trained long and hard in the art of computer science and there aren't many things he can't understand or find out. He also ran a psychology class at MSU Mankato, and knew a lot about the human mind as well, even if he was a terrible judge of character. One of the last important things he studied was archery, which he was decent in, but not the best. Practice makes perfect, and he only practices psychology and computer science. Archery just became a pass-time event.
After a few years, he began to become bored with life and started looking into VR gaming. He didn't understand why he chose gaming of all things, but he decided to give it a try. Unfortunately for him though, the technology wasn't ready for public use. Because he couldn't believe that (with the state of technology at its finest yet), he began a hacking spree to search government databases and online data hubs for anything he could find. Well, that's where he messed up. After a few days, he finally found what he was looking for, but at the same time, the FBI showed up on his front step and took him into custody.
Weeks passed as Darrin waited for his sentence, and someone finally approached him. "Hello," said the cloaked man, being sure to hide his face from Darrin.
"Who are you, if I may ask?" Darrin replied with a massive question mark above his head.
"Ah, that's not important." The man sounded very friendly as he continued, "What is important is why I'm here. Because you illegally accessed secure files that belong to the government, you've sentenced to death."
"Wait, what!?" Darrin exclaimed. "Death!? For searching through files? Really? Is that information really worth putting people to death over?"
"Unfortunately for you, yes," the cloaked man said, speaking calmly and friendly.
"So then," Darrin began, "what is it that you want from me? I'm sure you're not here to offer me a way out of this completely, otherwise you would have shown me your face at least."
"Hehe... straight to the point then, I guess? Well first, let me clear your conscience and tell you that the info you were searching for is not honestly worth putting people to death over." The man continued with a resolved sound in his voice, "Second, you are correct that I can't fully offer you a way out of 'real' death."
"Wait!" Darrin interrupts, "Pause. 'Real' death? What do you mean 'real'?"
"Well, be quiet and I'll explain." The man continues with the same resolved sound, "Now, as you already know, we are in the trial periods of the VR interface technology that you were looking into. With that said, we don't have very many people just lying around to run these tests on, so..."
"Your data is sparse, you need new subjects, and I would be a good candidate," Darrin very impatiently interrupts. "Yeah, I get that, but what about this 'real' death? Is there some other kind of..." Darrin stopped mid-speech as if he realized something.
There was short pause before the other man began, "You understand what I mean when I say 'real' death now? The tech. you saw on the files you hacked were just the start of it. Our original goal was to get the full consciousness of one body, and turn it into, essentially, an AI. That means your mind and consciousness are apart of the world wide web, while your real body rots and dies."
"Well, you've definitely peaked my interest. However, I didn't intend to get on the government's bad side, so I want to clear it with..."
"Already done." The man turned and handed Darrin a piece of paper stating his crimes can't be forgotten, and he has the clearance to accept the task this man has to offer.
After Darrin finished reading the page, "Well... I don't know what to say..... other than, when do we start?
Eventually, Darrin was released and brought to a major facility in the middle of no where (not Area 51). When he was brought inside, the cloaked man came forward holding what people of today call a NervGear. "Here you go, Darrin," he said calmly as the cloaked man handed Darrin the device.
Darrin stood there, peered at the NervGear, and then, "So I'm guessing this is supposed to take the electrical impulses in my brain, intercept them, and compute them out like a program. Am I correct?"
"As smart as ever," the cloaked man stated, as he removed his hood, revealling himself as the maker of the game. "Now, once you put that on, your life is very fragile. As we haven't completed testing, there is a chance you will 'fully' die in the process. So..."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm already on death row, so why's it matter?" Darrin wasn't in the best of moods that day, and now knowing it was the game maker who brought him here, for some reason, it began to irritate him even more. "Just put me in, run your tests, and let's get this over with."
At this moment, Darrin put the NervGear over and on his head with a slight jerking motion, turned the NervGear on, and began the testing runs. The game maker then began running battle simulations where Darrin chose his weapon of choice, being a bow, and started battling.
Days passed, and Darrin had been in the NervGear all that time. It was at this moment when he began to wonder, and then he asked, "So, Game Maker. You can hear me right?"
From an intercom like system he heard the man's voice, "Yeah, is something wrong?"
Darrin prepared himself, "How do I get out?"
"Well," the game maker hesitated a bit, "you don't. You're kind of stuck in there, and that's what I've been running tests for."
"So that's why the 'real' body rots dies, right? What about my body? I can't feel anything in here accept for the blades, arrows, and magic, so what's up with my real body right now?"
"Hold on," the game maker announced with a concerned sound in his voice. "You're telling me you feel hungry? You're stumach doesn't hurt?"
"No, why?"
"Hold on a sec." The game maker's voice disappeared for a few seconds. "You still there?" he said sounding as if to be across a room.
"Yeah, I'm still here." Darrin became confused by the situation and started to break it down in his head. First, he thought about how the game maker was curious about there being no pain in his stumach. Second, he thought about the game maker's voice sounded like he was talking across the room, and Darrin began to think that the game maker aproched his body in the real world and did something. Even knowing this, for some reason he couldn't think of what the man had done to his body.
After a long pause, Darrin began to hear, "So... anyways.... you are dead."
"...........Dead, how?"
"I mean you are dead, out here, in the real world... and somehow, we still have you alive... in there." The man seemed to sound a little more intrigued than concerned.
"So, I take it that you want to run different tests with me now?" Darrin explained, as unenthusiastically as ever.
"You're not phased," the man began with more concern this time, "by the fact that you are now dead with no way of returning to the real world?"
"Do I need to remind you of Death Row policies?"
"No, no. I guess not. I just thought you would be a little more concerned, but I guess I was wrong. Oh, and to answer you question; yes, I would like to run new tests."
"Run me through your speech programs then," Darrin proclaimed with much more enthusiasm.
"What?" the game maker said, confused.
"If you did your research on me properly, then you would know that I taught psychology at MSU Mankato."
"Yes, I remember that."
"If we work together like this, and you keep running the algorithms you have set for the speech mechanics, we can find a way to make your NPC's sound more realistic. It might even mess with some of the players and make them believe that NPC's are real people."
"Wow," the game maker sounded surprised. "That's kind of a dark ulterior motive, don't you think? However, you are right, as far as making them sound more realistic. Alright let's do it." At this time, Darrin and the game maker began a painstakingly diffuclt task for the next 6 months. It was at this time when the game maker also determined how to bring people back out of the NervGear, and it was also the day the game was announced.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Attribute: Light
Role / Weapon Type: Archer / Japanese Style Bow
Others: Darrin has what some might call an "anger-management issue." Due to the fact that he bottles his hurt emotions, his mind constantly teeters on the line of sane and insane. While he is sane, he will act normally, which for Darrin, confers benevolence. However, at times, these bottled feelings become to much to bare, and he loses consciousness, usaually attacking anyone near by that has pissed him off or gets in his way. The best way to prevent this "Hulk-mode" from surfacing.... stay on his good side.
Side-note: He's more of a reincarnated human than an actual AI. That's just the description used between that game maker and Darrin.
Name: Darrin Guillot
Status: Alpha Tester, Illegal tech. that rips the consciousness from the human body and allows full control of it in data form. Basically an AI controlled by a human mind.
Age: 38
Appearance:
right click - open in new tabPersonality:
Socially oblivious: Has a hard time holding converstations that don't interest him
Emotionally quiet: Doesn't like to hurt other, while bottling feelings when hurt(look to Others for best insite on this.)
Also, hides most of his true feelings behind a smile and friendly (or calm) persuations.
Loner: Won't approach others very much, but won't deny the company of others.
History: To be honest, Darrin was never a criminal. He acted only for the betterment of society, and nothing else.
It all starts with him as a professional hacker. He has trained long and hard in the art of computer science and there aren't many things he can't understand or find out. He also ran a psychology class at MSU Mankato, and knew a lot about the human mind as well, even if he was a terrible judge of character. One of the last important things he studied was archery, which he was decent in, but not the best. Practice makes perfect, and he only practices psychology and computer science. Archery just became a pass-time event.
After a few years, he began to become bored with life and started looking into VR gaming. He didn't understand why he chose gaming of all things, but he decided to give it a try. Unfortunately for him though, the technology wasn't ready for public use. Because he couldn't believe that (with the state of technology at its finest yet), he began a hacking spree to search government databases and online data hubs for anything he could find. Well, that's where he messed up. After a few days, he finally found what he was looking for, but at the same time, the FBI showed up on his front step and took him into custody.
Weeks passed as Darrin waited for his sentence, and someone finally approached him. "Hello," said the cloaked man, being sure to hide his face from Darrin.
"Who are you, if I may ask?" Darrin replied with a massive question mark above his head.
"Ah, that's not important." The man sounded very friendly as he continued, "What is important is why I'm here. Because you illegally accessed secure files that belong to the government, you've sentenced to death."
"Wait, what!?" Darrin exclaimed. "Death!? For searching through files? Really? Is that information really worth putting people to death over?"
"Unfortunately for you, yes," the cloaked man said, speaking calmly and friendly.
"So then," Darrin began, "what is it that you want from me? I'm sure you're not here to offer me a way out of this completely, otherwise you would have shown me your face at least."
"Hehe... straight to the point then, I guess? Well first, let me clear your conscience and tell you that the info you were searching for is not honestly worth putting people to death over." The man continued with a resolved sound in his voice, "Second, you are correct that I can't fully offer you a way out of 'real' death."
"Wait!" Darrin interrupts, "Pause. 'Real' death? What do you mean 'real'?"
"Well, be quiet and I'll explain." The man continues with the same resolved sound, "Now, as you already know, we are in the trial periods of the VR interface technology that you were looking into. With that said, we don't have very many people just lying around to run these tests on, so..."
"Your data is sparse, you need new subjects, and I would be a good candidate," Darrin very impatiently interrupts. "Yeah, I get that, but what about this 'real' death? Is there some other kind of..." Darrin stopped mid-speech as if he realized something.
There was short pause before the other man began, "You understand what I mean when I say 'real' death now? The tech. you saw on the files you hacked were just the start of it. Our original goal was to get the full consciousness of one body, and turn it into, essentially, an AI. That means your mind and consciousness are apart of the world wide web, while your real body rots and dies."
"Well, you've definitely peaked my interest. However, I didn't intend to get on the government's bad side, so I want to clear it with..."
"Already done." The man turned and handed Darrin a piece of paper stating his crimes can't be forgotten, and he has the clearance to accept the task this man has to offer.
After Darrin finished reading the page, "Well... I don't know what to say..... other than, when do we start?
Eventually, Darrin was released and brought to a major facility in the middle of no where (not Area 51). When he was brought inside, the cloaked man came forward holding what people of today call a NervGear. "Here you go, Darrin," he said calmly as the cloaked man handed Darrin the device.
Darrin stood there, peered at the NervGear, and then, "So I'm guessing this is supposed to take the electrical impulses in my brain, intercept them, and compute them out like a program. Am I correct?"
"As smart as ever," the cloaked man stated, as he removed his hood, revealling himself as the maker of the game. "Now, once you put that on, your life is very fragile. As we haven't completed testing, there is a chance you will 'fully' die in the process. So..."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm already on death row, so why's it matter?" Darrin wasn't in the best of moods that day, and now knowing it was the game maker who brought him here, for some reason, it began to irritate him even more. "Just put me in, run your tests, and let's get this over with."
At this moment, Darrin put the NervGear over and on his head with a slight jerking motion, turned the NervGear on, and began the testing runs. The game maker then began running battle simulations where Darrin chose his weapon of choice, being a bow, and started battling.
Days passed, and Darrin had been in the NervGear all that time. It was at this moment when he began to wonder, and then he asked, "So, Game Maker. You can hear me right?"
From an intercom like system he heard the man's voice, "Yeah, is something wrong?"
Darrin prepared himself, "How do I get out?"
"Well," the game maker hesitated a bit, "you don't. You're kind of stuck in there, and that's what I've been running tests for."
"So that's why the 'real' body rots dies, right? What about my body? I can't feel anything in here accept for the blades, arrows, and magic, so what's up with my real body right now?"
"Hold on," the game maker announced with a concerned sound in his voice. "You're telling me you feel hungry? You're stumach doesn't hurt?"
"No, why?"
"Hold on a sec." The game maker's voice disappeared for a few seconds. "You still there?" he said sounding as if to be across a room.
"Yeah, I'm still here." Darrin became confused by the situation and started to break it down in his head. First, he thought about how the game maker was curious about there being no pain in his stumach. Second, he thought about the game maker's voice sounded like he was talking across the room, and Darrin began to think that the game maker aproched his body in the real world and did something. Even knowing this, for some reason he couldn't think of what the man had done to his body.
After a long pause, Darrin began to hear, "So... anyways.... you are dead."
"...........Dead, how?"
"I mean you are dead, out here, in the real world... and somehow, we still have you alive... in there." The man seemed to sound a little more intrigued than concerned.
"So, I take it that you want to run different tests with me now?" Darrin explained, as unenthusiastically as ever.
"You're not phased," the man began with more concern this time, "by the fact that you are now dead with no way of returning to the real world?"
"Do I need to remind you of Death Row policies?"
"No, no. I guess not. I just thought you would be a little more concerned, but I guess I was wrong. Oh, and to answer you question; yes, I would like to run new tests."
"Run me through your speech programs then," Darrin proclaimed with much more enthusiasm.
"What?" the game maker said, confused.
"If you did your research on me properly, then you would know that I taught psychology at MSU Mankato."
"Yes, I remember that."
"If we work together like this, and you keep running the algorithms you have set for the speech mechanics, we can find a way to make your NPC's sound more realistic. It might even mess with some of the players and make them believe that NPC's are real people."
"Wow," the game maker sounded surprised. "That's kind of a dark ulterior motive, don't you think? However, you are right, as far as making them sound more realistic. Alright let's do it." At this time, Darrin and the game maker began a painstakingly diffuclt task for the next 6 months. It was at this time when the game maker also determined how to bring people back out of the NervGear, and it was also the day the game was announced.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Attribute: Light
Role / Weapon Type: Archer / Japanese Style Bow
Others: Darrin has what some might call an "anger-management issue." Due to the fact that he bottles his hurt emotions, his mind constantly teeters on the line of sane and insane. While he is sane, he will act normally, which for Darrin, confers benevolence. However, at times, these bottled feelings become to much to bare, and he loses consciousness, usaually attacking anyone near by that has pissed him off or gets in his way. The best way to prevent this "Hulk-mode" from surfacing.... stay on his good side.
Side-note: He's more of a reincarnated human than an actual AI. That's just the description used between that game maker and Darrin.
I'm still in it to win it, but my character is waiting approval. NCW, I've PMed the link to it, so I'll wait if need be. I'm flip-flopping back and forth between creating this character, organizing another RP, as you can see in my signature, trying to remember details of a real-life dark heresy rp that I'm GMing, and real life itself.
DEAR GOD! I've got so much to time and little do to do it...... Wait, what?
I think I confused myself.
DEAR GOD! I've got so much to time and little do to do it...... Wait, what?
I think I confused myself.
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