Ah, also, we have a hint of what's going to cause Velvet to attend Shoggoth Therapy now!
Oh, also: current Qaymu-Velvet chessboard state!
BISHORP TO PAWN 12.
KING ME!
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Hello there,
I've been forum RPing for about 13 years; got started on lavendereyes.net, which was a Forgotten Realms/Drizzt Do'Urden fansite, before moving to the old roleplayerguild.com! I've also dabbled in RPing in a few MMO's like Champions Online, SWTOR, and WoW but forum adventures are definitely my preference. I like just about any kind of RP in high-casual and advanced, based on whatever mood I'm feeling (typically high-fantasy, sci-fi, and/or certain fandoms). I love writing and do think of RPing as a way to develop my character and scene writing skills, which basically means I'm always looking for realistic and fluid ways for my characters to learn, grow, and develop over the course of an adventure. I don't ship my characters but do occasionally allow them to fall into a relationship, if they are naturally guided in that direction.
You can take a look at some of my saved characters here, if it interests you.
I also have a deviantart page, though I hardly ever update it.
Thanks for reading! I'm always up for a good chat.
-Loopy (aka. Lupus)
I've been forum RPing for about 13 years; got started on lavendereyes.net, which was a Forgotten Realms/Drizzt Do'Urden fansite, before moving to the old roleplayerguild.com! I've also dabbled in RPing in a few MMO's like Champions Online, SWTOR, and WoW but forum adventures are definitely my preference. I like just about any kind of RP in high-casual and advanced, based on whatever mood I'm feeling (typically high-fantasy, sci-fi, and/or certain fandoms). I love writing and do think of RPing as a way to develop my character and scene writing skills, which basically means I'm always looking for realistic and fluid ways for my characters to learn, grow, and develop over the course of an adventure. I don't ship my characters but do occasionally allow them to fall into a relationship, if they are naturally guided in that direction.
You can take a look at some of my saved characters here, if it interests you.
I also have a deviantart page, though I hardly ever update it.
Thanks for reading! I'm always up for a good chat.
-Loopy (aka. Lupus)
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BISHORP TO PAWN 12.
KING ME!
Rinn to Wilma be like
Oh you poor, sweet summer child... Thinking words can move the fox... And sitting yourself back down before she could respond...
... You've learned nothing, haven't you? xD
BEE NICE
*Looks at the balcksmith, then at th jittery woman walking behind him, clutching a hoe*
... Maybe... Maybe you shouldn't turn your back on that one... There uh... There doesn't seem to be any fertilizer lying around on the gorund here...
I'm a bit worried about Haunted Chocolatier's game-loop though... Hope it's not just:
"Go to fantasy realm, massacre mobs for ingreidents, go home and make 10 different chocolates, open store, play Recettear-style sales-minigame, close shop, repeat."
'Cuz while the combat in Stardew was by far the weakest aspect, I sorta liked that you could do a lot of different things besides fighting and farming. I do really hope CA fleshes out the socializing too... It was kinda sad how after you'd spoken to a character more than 5 times that they started to repeat dialogue... <_>
Just based off all the different things you could focus on in Stardew (fishing, mining, fighting, planting, foraging) I'd be super suprised if they didn't have a lot of similar-feeling 'angles' for candy making. Obviously basing this on NOTHING but feels but could easily imagine something like fudge having a very specific ingredient need that requires X system while toffee requires Y system ect ect ect. Gonna be a few years yet though till we even get a release date, I'd bet.
<Snipped quote by Mistress Dizzy>
If you don't get to use the bodies as fertilizer, it's an instant 0/10.
Pretty close to graveyard manager.
We’re all just waiting for haunted chocolatier at this point.
I might be strange for saying this, but I do sometimes wish Marnie was a dateable option.
It totally has nothing to do with assimilating her ranching empire into my own. She has pretty hair and a nice personality.
Marnie is a real one
Haley.
Penny is best girl. I accept no disagreement.
Gotta start in spring. All the farm life games and sims do it. Could you IMAGINE if I started you guys off in winter? We'd have a whole gaggle of frozen and starved desperate wanderers who'd rather kill and eat each other, rather than focus on rebuilding the town.
Why not summer or autumn you ask?
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'Cuz yer mom, tha's why!
Should have exactly enough gold for 15 cauliflower seeds plus 20 parsnips. We’ve gotta get 5 three stars by the first harvest or the speedrun is dead. Then we need to get to mine level 50.
Everyone start practicing your animation canceling.
Maxwell Erickson
Location: URC 1: Reception —> Cafeteria
Time of Day:Late Afternooon
Relevant Cast:@dragonydas@BunniesOfDoom@Morgannis@Lemons@Expendable[@Lugrubrious]
“Of course. Why wouldn’t the fridge break, too? Thanks Max.” she muttered.
“Glad I could… help?” Max said with his most apologetic smile. Before he could suggest calling the utility company or a fridge technician or a priest who specialized in exorcisms (Could demons possess an industrial fridge?) The phone rang and he listened to Guz explain the situation. His face paled slightly at the mention of Gremlins, he knew what they could do if left to their own devices. They’d made THREE whole movies about them, for goodness sake! Though he thought the last one might have gone straight to video… He cursed himself for not asking Gus if they were still in their cute fuzzy state, though he figured the mischief and disturbance they were causing gave him his answer.
“All right. Max, could you tell Borkus what’s happening? Maybe also warn the residents in the restaurant. I’m going to check the manual for what to do in these cases.”
“Right! Borkus! On it!” He gave a proper salute and turned towards the cafeteria but stopped to check his watch. “And don’t worry, Theria, we still have a long while till midnight so we have time to hide all the food and block off the pool.”
With that he power-walked back to the cafeteria which had become even more crowded since his earlier visit. Residents stood impatiantly, grumbling as Borkus and his staff ran around like chickens with their heads cut off, desperately trying to salvage what food they could. “Uh… Borkus?” Max said as he approached the counter, far too softly to be heard over the general din. “Borkus?” Lasting fruits like apples, oranges, and bananas were laid out along with half a dozen types of bread, cheese, and non-perishable spreads which seemed to quiet a few of the less-picky eaters but even more were residents were heading out for food, heads shaking in disappointment just as others streamed in. “Hey Borkus?” Max was really not the best person to send in to command this situation.
Rinn reared back as the child took her second swing, one hand grabbing his precious hat in order to keep it out if her grubby grasp. Her tiny fist sailed harmlessly past and Rinn couldn't stop his face from breaking into a triumphant grin, which only drew a deeper scowl from the girl which the old timer failed to notice, or at least chose to ignore. Stepping fully out of her reach, Rinn dipped hus head into an extravagant bow. “I am but a humble traveler, Rinn Arniman: bard extraordinaire!” He flashed a brilliant smile as he straightened.
There was a long moment of silence before the girl spoke up again. “He an idiot, grampy?”
The old man chuckled and once again failed to notice the tightening of Rinn’s smile as his eyes flashed a look at the child. “Now now, Wilma. We mustn’t be rude to a fellow traveler.”
“But he said he a ‘bird’. He have no wings… but maybe a beak?”
Rinn’s mouth dropped open in horror as one hand instinctively went to his nose but the old man simply laughed merrily again. “No, dear, he said he’s a BARD. He’s a… musician. Someone who makes people laugh and smile.” His eyes came back up to Rinn who immediately put back on his own award-winning smile.
[color= 6ecff6]“That’s right you… adorable little child. I tell stories and make music.”[/color] He looked back to the old man. “But your offer of a ride is most appreciated and my legs could certainly use the rest…”
Despite his aching muscles he managed to pull himself up onto the wagon’s seat, the little girl scurrying to her grandfather’s side as he flicked the reigns and they continued their leisurely approach. It wasn’t quite faster than walking but Rinn was grateful all the same.
He’s never been particularly fond of children and something told him this one would do little to change that. “My name is Victor and this here is Wilma.” Victor said as they rolled along. “I must say I fear you won’t find many customers, not yet anyway. What brings you all the way out here?”
Rinn blinked at the question as if he’d never quite considered the question until just mow. “I… well…” He cleared his throat and looked away. “I needed a change of scenery! I figured I’d travel east just to see what I could find…”
The old man nodded as he considered this for a moment. “I don’t suppose you’ve had any dreams about coming all this way?”
“Dreams?” Rinn replied in surprise. There had been dreams. Dreams of longing, dreams of belonging, dreams of some place he didnt known but became intimately familiar with in the strange muddy way dreams left their memories on your waking mind. Before he could answer further, Wilma suddenly sprung to her feat, her tiny finger pointing to the departing airship in the sky.
“Grampy! Look!”
Rinn looked up in wonder as it quickly drifted towards the horizon just as the sounds of a number of voices rose from the central square ahead.
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