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STATUS: Sleep well broski, and that goes for everyone else on RPGuild 3 yrs ago
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Lildear18
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Sleep well broski, and that goes for everyone else on RPGuild
3 yrs ago
I definitely want to make more interest checks myself, but I feel the need to draw art for my ideas first. One day, we'll all find the perfect group/partner to keep RPs going forever. One day...
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Mandatory big butts update status.
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This is just one big Truman Show reality
3 yrs ago
Relatable.
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Why hello there
I'm a big fan of stuff that goes boom and all sorts of actiony things. Also funny animal people but thats outside the point. Also THICC, if anything you like revolves around BOTTOM HEAVYNESS, then good, we have similarities.
Or if you want me to draw you as a dummy thicc furry animal person, I could do that too, its pretty fun.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/185270-met… Here is my art thread, have a look!
roleplayerguild.com/topics/185269-one… Here is a 1x1 thread on some fictional universe I created with anthropomorphic animal people, have a look if you dare.
If you pass by this profile and wanna do some 1x1 shenanigans, I generally like action-adventure, sci-fi, fantasy, science fantasy, dramatic battles between good vs evil and generally bantering about badass and silly ideas. and the funny animal people
Not into slice of life, calmer or just romance-only centric stuff. I do like this things when sparsely placed throughout an RP though.
Also don't worry or feel too anxious around me or worry about ghosting me etc. I've been through enough of that for a decade before and I've got too much responsibilities to fulfill to think negatively about you. No matter your race, religion, nationality, political affiliation, family drama, addictions, general degeneracy or what you believe to be past mistakes, I'm happy you've made it this far. You do you, man, this world has enough pain. I'm proud of you for just being alive. That isn't a meme, I really am. And if you really don't like that you can call be gay and a furfag for being emotional if you want to, I mean, this is the internet and it isn't like we know each other and its all kinda dumb to say this stuff outta nowhere, but confessing compassion is more relieving than keeping it in in my case
Anyway I come with up random ideas sometimes, I'll list more here when I come up with them, if they interest you feel free to spitball with me, it isn't like these ideas are set in stone or anything. If these get your noggin' joggin' then they did their job:
- 1960s Alt-History with MECHS, the world is caught in a three-way cold war between a powerful Axis, a widespread Comintern and the influential Allies
High Fantasy with a twist: Its inspired by Ancient History! Particularly inspired by the Rome vs Carthage Punic Wars, or any Mediterranean civilization war. Maybe also something inspired by Roman expeditions and colonies built in Western Europe? I've been playing Total War: Rome 2, might come up with more ideas playing that.
Something WH40K, but I've been obsessed with that for a long time, a bit burnt out but throwing new things into the mix might work. Maybe something about the xenos like Eldar or Tau... As heretical as it is, maybe something with furry abhumans. Yiff-in-hell-furfag memes with terminators armed with flamethrowers are applicable I take full responsibility for my heresy.
Star Wars, but something SWTOR era? Somewhere when the Cold War between the Republic and Empire went hot, like Balmorra. Or maybe something that takes place in the Sith Academy on Korriban...I love the SWTOR art designs and visuals in general, wholesome and chill memories of that game, and Star Wars Expanded Universe is big and expansive enough that lots of ideas can work here.
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Hopefully this doesn't constitute as necro-ing, almost a month old but- I'm back after nearly three weeks.
No one likes excuses on ghosting so I'm not here to give any- point in this post is that I'm back and just posted IC. If people still wanna join and post, feel free. Thank for the compliments by the way, the idea was very inspired by my obsession with absurdly hyper-apocalyptic violent scenarios.
No one likes excuses on ghosting so I'm not here to give any- point in this post is that I'm back and just posted IC. If people still wanna join and post, feel free. Thank for the compliments by the way, the idea was very inspired by my obsession with absurdly hyper-apocalyptic violent scenarios.
Carter, just outside the city, a standard walk in lands unknown
Howling winds were replied with loud screeches and animalistic howls in the endless abyssal red fog, in the distance a loud thunderstrike would emit a loud CRACK as the skies- now seen thanks to the sudden thunder -lit up...but only for a brief moment. To stare above would be a a endless dark blanket of grey and red, not to dissimilar to that of the endless corpses that have degenerated into grey muck, landscape littered with pools of desecrated flesh and bone that bubbled with acidic and otherworldly chemicals that'd be lethal to touch. Bones, both white and covered in fresh red meat, that cracked under the weight of hefty boots.
His pace was moderate- fast as he could go but slow enough not to make any more noise. The cracking of bones, twigs and the crushing of glass while impacting sheets of metal would be heard, the landscape littered with all manner of wreckages both recognizable and not. It wasn't like all things seemed completely alien, he could make out understandable things through the broken wreckages, the steering wheels of ancient cars, the flickering lights and upright skeletons as if dying on the spot. Perhaps they saw something incomprehensible that eviscerated their consciousness, leaving them a starving meat husk to die. Maybe these skeletons had a story, one he couldn't see, bullet holes and cracked ribs...or maybe they didn't make any sense at all and simply laid there like a decoration. He didn't want to know why.
Carter rubbed the gasmask's visor, two holes around the eyes with fogged up and scratched glass. He'd then hastily place the hand under the gun's barrel, raising it and walking forth. Each step was an awkward, unsure and hesitant one, as if every inch of land ahead was covered in sharp objects or lacking ground to firmly stand on. He'd listen, waiting for the uneasy and nauseating screech of some unknown creature, the stock of the gun against his shoulder as he waited to raise it and fire into the unending fog, then preparing to run in a hasty and cowardly manner away from whatever made the noise.
But the howling never came.
So he kept his pace, continuing his delicate and stressed out walk, tense, fearful, pupils darting back and forth constantly as he tried to see both through his mask and the fog that surrounded him. It was a quiet day today. Too quiet.
Howling winds were replied with loud screeches and animalistic howls in the endless abyssal red fog, in the distance a loud thunderstrike would emit a loud CRACK as the skies- now seen thanks to the sudden thunder -lit up...but only for a brief moment. To stare above would be a a endless dark blanket of grey and red, not to dissimilar to that of the endless corpses that have degenerated into grey muck, landscape littered with pools of desecrated flesh and bone that bubbled with acidic and otherworldly chemicals that'd be lethal to touch. Bones, both white and covered in fresh red meat, that cracked under the weight of hefty boots.
His pace was moderate- fast as he could go but slow enough not to make any more noise. The cracking of bones, twigs and the crushing of glass while impacting sheets of metal would be heard, the landscape littered with all manner of wreckages both recognizable and not. It wasn't like all things seemed completely alien, he could make out understandable things through the broken wreckages, the steering wheels of ancient cars, the flickering lights and upright skeletons as if dying on the spot. Perhaps they saw something incomprehensible that eviscerated their consciousness, leaving them a starving meat husk to die. Maybe these skeletons had a story, one he couldn't see, bullet holes and cracked ribs...or maybe they didn't make any sense at all and simply laid there like a decoration. He didn't want to know why.
Carter rubbed the gasmask's visor, two holes around the eyes with fogged up and scratched glass. He'd then hastily place the hand under the gun's barrel, raising it and walking forth. Each step was an awkward, unsure and hesitant one, as if every inch of land ahead was covered in sharp objects or lacking ground to firmly stand on. He'd listen, waiting for the uneasy and nauseating screech of some unknown creature, the stock of the gun against his shoulder as he waited to raise it and fire into the unending fog, then preparing to run in a hasty and cowardly manner away from whatever made the noise.
But the howling never came.
So he kept his pace, continuing his delicate and stressed out walk, tense, fearful, pupils darting back and forth constantly as he tried to see both through his mask and the fog that surrounded him. It was a quiet day today. Too quiet.
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Right, sorry for being away for a couple of days, back!
@Andreyich Blessed Paul, surviving absolute insanity with good vulgarity. Approved!
@Andreyich Blessed Paul, surviving absolute insanity with good vulgarity. Approved!
@Xandrya Oh I should of clarified, sorry about that- you may start posting right now! Was gonna see if there would be any other characters but, if not, we can get started now.
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4 yrs ago
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I'm gonna sit and wait for someone else to post before I do anything. I'm writing up roleplay ideas anyway in my spare time.
And same Chris, hoping to hear from Aces eventually.
And same Chris, hoping to hear from Aces eventually.
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