Speaking of posting characters, I'm not sure which would be more interesting: if we have the backstories and personalities open to everyone, we could bounce ideas around as there'd be no secrets. But having them unknown to the other players initially could lead to a bit more intrigue and mystery from the start.
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Well, color me as super interested!
Nintendo Nsider forums, back in the early-mid 2000s. They ended up killing their forums by making it Nintendo software and hardware discussion only but their RP board was fun while it lasted.
One Piece (I really want to do this one. I have plot and everything!)
Curious. What do you have in mind?
I have a story for you, one lost to time. That's in truth: the Guildfall took the RP from history along with so many others. It was a One Piece RP, perhaps the most popular one, perhaps only surpassed by my attempt at a swan song a few months before Guildfall. I wasn't the one who started this one, which is why I'm posting this in a horror story thread, btu what can I say, it looked neat. You see, I was inherently interested in One Piece games due to my love of the setting. It's a big place with lots of room for fun and creative ideas. I've tried as many permutations of One Piece games as I've been able to conceive over the years, to the point that I might have been in more OP RPs and created more characters than some newer roleplayers have RPs and characters period. So, as I answered a few setting questions to other interested RPers before the GM could, he took notice and asked me if I would be willing to Co-GM. The game looked promising, and I thought that if I was involved from the outset, it could only be better, so I accepted.
As you can guess, this was a mistake. You see, I'm very picky when it comes to GMing OP games. A casual observer might see the setting as a goofy, wacky fun time where anything can happen, ignoring the many unwritten rules that govern the world. In fact, at one point I denied a new character of the GM's because there were aspects of it that clashed with the setting. No one was safe from my meticulous gaze. This usually isn't a problem, as it's typically some semantics and more finding out how to make it work within the rules of the setting. Most of the early joiners had little to no problems with their characters and they were easily accepted. I put myself in charge of editing the character roster. You don't see such a meticulously kept character roster often: color coded and organized by where the characters are, what crew or organization they were in, and what their abilities were, complete with links to the individual character sheets. I made three characters, two pirates with a connected backstory yet on separate sides of the world and a Marine. If you haven't seen the first problem yet, I did. After getting my first post out, most of my time in the RP was spent accepting characters and editing the roster. As players were accepted, many tended to make new characters, meaning more work for me without the game actually growing. The GM was posting often as things were going on in a location I had no characters in.
I did want to keep posting, but I had to retire my pirate characters, as without playing both of them, I thought there'd be no point, and one of the players I'd latched one of them to had left. I noticed another player had placed their character in a prison, as an obvious plot point, so I worked at making a character to bite the obvious hook. Then, I felt a chill wind at my back as they posted their character for our approval.
To this date, I have yet to see such a blatantly disgusting Gary Stu. Some incredibly edgy or just regularly mediocre characters over the years, sure, be it funny or obnoxious, but I've always felt that either I'm good at avoiding the games that attract the worst, or that RPGuild community was pretty good about stomping that out of people. But holy shit was this an exception to that. You might have heard of Devil Fruit, but 'Devine Fruit' was a new one, and one that was completely broken (let's just say he didn't mean it had the ability to remove vines). No, you can't balance out the incredibly overpowered abilities of transforming into water to dodge attacks AND manipulate water AND transform into mythical sea creatures, by giving them crippling weaknesses in other areas, and the idea of a character who's unstoppable in the water but as feeble as a child on land is utterly retarded and limiting in any RP and just as unbalanced. No, you can't be a race that gets flight, because the wings of the skyman race are vestigial you fucking clod. NO, you can't have five different weapons and be good at unarmed combat on top of everything else. NO, you can't have a younger brother character with literally nothing defining on his own except an undying loyalty to the older brother and no special powers, just the exact same martial abilities. [NO]NO[/NO]. Ironically, it was so disgusting that I saved it, and still have it to this day. So much else lost to Guildfall, and this...thing still exists.
The GM's response to this was not an outright 'no'. He had some problems with it, I don't remember what, but it wasn't "everything". I told the GM outright that if he accepted the character I would leave the RP. He wisely chose to defer the matter to me. Of course, I was too nice for my own good, because instead of telling this guy to find some more experience in an RP of lowered expectations, I said he should scrap his character entirely and start again. Newbies need a hand from the veterans, you know? Well, he later claimed he had as much experience in roleplay as me, but that's not relevant. He ended up coming up with another character. A remarkably less shit one, but one with a new host of problems nonetheless. After some back and forth, with the OOC in the hundreds and the IC in the dozens, I was still working on my fourth character to get the plot hook, and still waiting on the only other Marine character to finally respond to mine so I could make my second post of the IC, all while upkeeping that beautiful character roster. By the way, the player of this other Marine character was still very active, just only with his other two characters. After a long morning of back and forth, I told the problem player that his character was still not accepted yet, but that I couldn't go into why because I had to go to work. I knew I was going to come back to a bunch more OOC and characters to accept, so I wasn't exactly in high spirits, but I was able to keep distracted with the usual grocery bagging and cart pushing. Call me weird but I found the menial work satisfying in a way.
I came back to worse than you could guess. The player who's character was prison bound? I'd told him I was going to join him when I finished the character, but he decided to drop the game. The problem player? Posted his still shit character and the GM accepted it. As I found going through the three dozen new OOC posts. And no, I wouldn't have posted IC again even if I'd had the opportunity (I didn't, the other player still hadn't posted where I needed him to, just everywhere else). I finally dropped the game, ready to put it all behind me. Except I did check back in the OOC once.
The GM's first post after mine announcing my departure was "I made a new OOC and I need a new Co-GM". Or something to that effect. He certainly didn't acknowledge me beyond that. It was my fault of course. I accepted the position and took on more responsibility than I should have, but you know, a little fucking recognition would have been nice. I would rate Co-GMing with someone you don't know as a 0/10 experience, would not recommend.
As you can guess, this was a mistake. You see, I'm very picky when it comes to GMing OP games. A casual observer might see the setting as a goofy, wacky fun time where anything can happen, ignoring the many unwritten rules that govern the world. In fact, at one point I denied a new character of the GM's because there were aspects of it that clashed with the setting. No one was safe from my meticulous gaze. This usually isn't a problem, as it's typically some semantics and more finding out how to make it work within the rules of the setting. Most of the early joiners had little to no problems with their characters and they were easily accepted. I put myself in charge of editing the character roster. You don't see such a meticulously kept character roster often: color coded and organized by where the characters are, what crew or organization they were in, and what their abilities were, complete with links to the individual character sheets. I made three characters, two pirates with a connected backstory yet on separate sides of the world and a Marine. If you haven't seen the first problem yet, I did. After getting my first post out, most of my time in the RP was spent accepting characters and editing the roster. As players were accepted, many tended to make new characters, meaning more work for me without the game actually growing. The GM was posting often as things were going on in a location I had no characters in.
I did want to keep posting, but I had to retire my pirate characters, as without playing both of them, I thought there'd be no point, and one of the players I'd latched one of them to had left. I noticed another player had placed their character in a prison, as an obvious plot point, so I worked at making a character to bite the obvious hook. Then, I felt a chill wind at my back as they posted their character for our approval.
To this date, I have yet to see such a blatantly disgusting Gary Stu. Some incredibly edgy or just regularly mediocre characters over the years, sure, be it funny or obnoxious, but I've always felt that either I'm good at avoiding the games that attract the worst, or that RPGuild community was pretty good about stomping that out of people. But holy shit was this an exception to that. You might have heard of Devil Fruit, but 'Devine Fruit' was a new one, and one that was completely broken (let's just say he didn't mean it had the ability to remove vines). No, you can't balance out the incredibly overpowered abilities of transforming into water to dodge attacks AND manipulate water AND transform into mythical sea creatures, by giving them crippling weaknesses in other areas, and the idea of a character who's unstoppable in the water but as feeble as a child on land is utterly retarded and limiting in any RP and just as unbalanced. No, you can't be a race that gets flight, because the wings of the skyman race are vestigial you fucking clod. NO, you can't have five different weapons and be good at unarmed combat on top of everything else. NO, you can't have a younger brother character with literally nothing defining on his own except an undying loyalty to the older brother and no special powers, just the exact same martial abilities. [NO]NO[/NO]. Ironically, it was so disgusting that I saved it, and still have it to this day. So much else lost to Guildfall, and this...thing still exists.
The GM's response to this was not an outright 'no'. He had some problems with it, I don't remember what, but it wasn't "everything". I told the GM outright that if he accepted the character I would leave the RP. He wisely chose to defer the matter to me. Of course, I was too nice for my own good, because instead of telling this guy to find some more experience in an RP of lowered expectations, I said he should scrap his character entirely and start again. Newbies need a hand from the veterans, you know? Well, he later claimed he had as much experience in roleplay as me, but that's not relevant. He ended up coming up with another character. A remarkably less shit one, but one with a new host of problems nonetheless. After some back and forth, with the OOC in the hundreds and the IC in the dozens, I was still working on my fourth character to get the plot hook, and still waiting on the only other Marine character to finally respond to mine so I could make my second post of the IC, all while upkeeping that beautiful character roster. By the way, the player of this other Marine character was still very active, just only with his other two characters. After a long morning of back and forth, I told the problem player that his character was still not accepted yet, but that I couldn't go into why because I had to go to work. I knew I was going to come back to a bunch more OOC and characters to accept, so I wasn't exactly in high spirits, but I was able to keep distracted with the usual grocery bagging and cart pushing. Call me weird but I found the menial work satisfying in a way.
I came back to worse than you could guess. The player who's character was prison bound? I'd told him I was going to join him when I finished the character, but he decided to drop the game. The problem player? Posted his still shit character and the GM accepted it. As I found going through the three dozen new OOC posts. And no, I wouldn't have posted IC again even if I'd had the opportunity (I didn't, the other player still hadn't posted where I needed him to, just everywhere else). I finally dropped the game, ready to put it all behind me. Except I did check back in the OOC once.
The GM's first post after mine announcing my departure was "I made a new OOC and I need a new Co-GM". Or something to that effect. He certainly didn't acknowledge me beyond that. It was my fault of course. I accepted the position and took on more responsibility than I should have, but you know, a little fucking recognition would have been nice. I would rate Co-GMing with someone you don't know as a 0/10 experience, would not recommend.
As the sun set on the festivities, which seemed unhindered in the dying light, a door closed on a congregation, Boss Cerulean taking a seat as the Company leaders were assembled once again, this time without their lieutenants. Expectant eyes turned to the last arrival.
"The Captain is dead."
Goldenrod let a corner of his mouth gleam in a satisfied smile, before snorting, "And the others?"
"Aren't worth considering, fufufu," Viridian insisted.
Vermillion began, "Eh, if Chester boy's done then they ain't gonna be a hassle. And if they are, it's only your problem if they fuck with ya."
Goldenrod clicked his tongue. "Well then."
"Oh yeah, and this came in," Vermillion said, pulling forth a piece of paper. "Looks like those Balder boys ain't lettin' up. They're puttin' pressure on every island."
Viridian giggled, "Goldenrod's bribery didn't work, and neither did any of our hitmen."
Goldenrod hissed, "Those incorruptible types are an eyesore. He'll have a knife in his back before long, but in the meantime that Johannes fellow is a crick in the neck."
Cerulean sighed, "And are you going to make me clean up this problem too?"
"Nah nah nah, we were planning on moving a few things forward as it was, weren't we?" Vermillion recalled.
"Don Mono is growing rapidly in the Grand Line, and I don't know about you, but I don't want to fall behind," Goldenrod spat.
"And all of your setbacks means that the Companies are being taken for granted in the areas we dominate, and not taken seriously where we don't," Viridian stated.
Cerulean nodded, following along. "So...we change the public perception."
"The Four Color Festival isn't supposed to end tomorrow, but it will," Viridian cooed.
"And the whole Antler Kingdom will go with it, Balder be damned," Goldenrod growled.
Vermillion cried, "We're steppin' into the sunlight baby! The Four Color Companies are going public! Ahahahaha!"
Cerulean concurred, "At full force..."
"The Captain is dead."
Goldenrod let a corner of his mouth gleam in a satisfied smile, before snorting, "And the others?"
"Aren't worth considering, fufufu," Viridian insisted.
Vermillion began, "Eh, if Chester boy's done then they ain't gonna be a hassle. And if they are, it's only your problem if they fuck with ya."
Goldenrod clicked his tongue. "Well then."
"Oh yeah, and this came in," Vermillion said, pulling forth a piece of paper. "Looks like those Balder boys ain't lettin' up. They're puttin' pressure on every island."
Viridian giggled, "Goldenrod's bribery didn't work, and neither did any of our hitmen."
Goldenrod hissed, "Those incorruptible types are an eyesore. He'll have a knife in his back before long, but in the meantime that Johannes fellow is a crick in the neck."
Cerulean sighed, "And are you going to make me clean up this problem too?"
"Nah nah nah, we were planning on moving a few things forward as it was, weren't we?" Vermillion recalled.
"Don Mono is growing rapidly in the Grand Line, and I don't know about you, but I don't want to fall behind," Goldenrod spat.
"And all of your setbacks means that the Companies are being taken for granted in the areas we dominate, and not taken seriously where we don't," Viridian stated.
Cerulean nodded, following along. "So...we change the public perception."
"The Four Color Festival isn't supposed to end tomorrow, but it will," Viridian cooed.
"And the whole Antler Kingdom will go with it, Balder be damned," Goldenrod growled.
Vermillion cried, "We're steppin' into the sunlight baby! The Four Color Companies are going public! Ahahahaha!"
Cerulean concurred, "At full force..."
Bottle still nestled in her crossed arms, Lina's surly expression didn't fade as she reached Kuhn, Elaina heading off. When she didn't immediately answer, Kuhn raised his hat, giving her a look.
Turning away in a huff, she muttered, "I can't believe you earned more in a few minutes than Chester and I did in a few days of work." Grabbing her bottle properly, she wondered, "Shouldn't Chester be done by now? Let's go back to the ship."
---
Metal scraping on the ground, there was a cry of fright as it tore through the air, rending a cutlass and a flintlock pistol in a deft motion. Smoke wafted through the air as the two goons in yellow turned to flee, but Johannes raised his hefty halberd. Hurling it, the blade cut at the legs of the goons, digging into the ground as two Balder soldiers moved in to apprehend them.
Retrieving his weapon, Johannes scanned the area: guards running about as the Quartz Company men were routed. A carriage, its horses cut loose an missing, now toppled on one wheel, the door hacked open, wines dripping onto the stone below. Johannes' eyes narrowed, fist curling into a ball.
Reaching the carriage, he looked inside, parsing over the smashed bottles to see an ornate case, split in to but not a drop of wine remaining. His fist smashed against the side of the carriage, splitting the wood. It was not the stolen wine that earned his ire, nor was it his failure.
It was the conceit. Those Companies continued to get their way, and Johannes had no idea where to begin with them. He could not grasp their mindset or predict their moves...who could? Even within them was a strong clash of ideology...
Turning as the distracting blaze was quenched, most of the Quartz raiders having escaped, Johannes let his eyes wandering, spotting the open ocean.
Turning away in a huff, she muttered, "I can't believe you earned more in a few minutes than Chester and I did in a few days of work." Grabbing her bottle properly, she wondered, "Shouldn't Chester be done by now? Let's go back to the ship."
---
Metal scraping on the ground, there was a cry of fright as it tore through the air, rending a cutlass and a flintlock pistol in a deft motion. Smoke wafted through the air as the two goons in yellow turned to flee, but Johannes raised his hefty halberd. Hurling it, the blade cut at the legs of the goons, digging into the ground as two Balder soldiers moved in to apprehend them.
Retrieving his weapon, Johannes scanned the area: guards running about as the Quartz Company men were routed. A carriage, its horses cut loose an missing, now toppled on one wheel, the door hacked open, wines dripping onto the stone below. Johannes' eyes narrowed, fist curling into a ball.
Reaching the carriage, he looked inside, parsing over the smashed bottles to see an ornate case, split in to but not a drop of wine remaining. His fist smashed against the side of the carriage, splitting the wood. It was not the stolen wine that earned his ire, nor was it his failure.
It was the conceit. Those Companies continued to get their way, and Johannes had no idea where to begin with them. He could not grasp their mindset or predict their moves...who could? Even within them was a strong clash of ideology...
Turning as the distracting blaze was quenched, most of the Quartz raiders having escaped, Johannes let his eyes wandering, spotting the open ocean.
Bottled perched precariously, it twitched slightly as Lina tried to find her footing. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, mouth curled into a nasty pout.
"If you shoot me I'll haunt you!" Lina cried out. Feeling a shifting on top of her head, she caught the bottle, resetting it.
"If you shoot me I'll haunt you!" Lina cried out. Feeling a shifting on top of her head, she caught the bottle, resetting it.
Skirting around the pile of losers, Lina reached Kuhn, her temper having simmered in bemusement. Crossing her arms over her chest, she seemed tired as she noted, "Finding out information was also your job...though I guess you found out how far you can throw a bar brawler."
As she finished the sentence, a mug slammed down on the table in front of her. Lina flinched, before realizing it seemed to be for her. Grumbling, she picked it up, daring a sip, crinkling her nose at the familiar beer taste. Though it seemed a bit more... Lina took another sip.
"H-hey!" She cried out, more at herself then anything. Trying to keep herself from getting distracted, she opened her mouth, before letting out a sigh. Taking a seat next to Kuhn, she muttered, "There's no way we're going to bumble through the heis-er...thef...t... The thing. Without getting caught." Taking another sip, it turned into more of a gulp as she downed half the mug. Coughing as she set the mug back down, she wiped her lip with her arm, before muttering, "It was for Chester anyway so who cares. He'd just drink it all and not even appreciate it. Besides...celebrating beating Cerulean is dumb since it was his fault anyway..."
A few moments later, she had finished her drink, wondering aloud, "Can beer be good? Like, is it even possible or do they just call it something else? It's dumb. Beer is dumb."
As she finished the sentence, a mug slammed down on the table in front of her. Lina flinched, before realizing it seemed to be for her. Grumbling, she picked it up, daring a sip, crinkling her nose at the familiar beer taste. Though it seemed a bit more... Lina took another sip.
"H-hey!" She cried out, more at herself then anything. Trying to keep herself from getting distracted, she opened her mouth, before letting out a sigh. Taking a seat next to Kuhn, she muttered, "There's no way we're going to bumble through the heis-er...thef...t... The thing. Without getting caught." Taking another sip, it turned into more of a gulp as she downed half the mug. Coughing as she set the mug back down, she wiped her lip with her arm, before muttering, "It was for Chester anyway so who cares. He'd just drink it all and not even appreciate it. Besides...celebrating beating Cerulean is dumb since it was his fault anyway..."
A few moments later, she had finished her drink, wondering aloud, "Can beer be good? Like, is it even possible or do they just call it something else? It's dumb. Beer is dumb."
"Where are you, Kuhn?" Lina mumbled, pouting from the lookout point. Sitting up, she took another glance down at the tasting ground out in front of the inn. She grimaced as there seemed to be more of a crowd mulling about. It was still more than a few hours until it began, but there was some antsiness. Lina's heart leapt as she realized a potential cause: was the wine arriving? Looking around, she started seeing some uniforms: purplish suits from the looks of it.
"Is there a reason you're snooping around, ma'am?"
Lina felt her heart split from her body. Hopping up, lips curled into an innocent smile, she saw as one of the purple suited men and come across the lookout.
"Hmm? What? Uh..."
"Why are you here?" He asked. She saw that he had an emblem on his breast of four berries, a spark shooting off as she realized he was part of the winery.
"I was..." Lina muttered, before realizing just how suspicious she looked with her sword in this weird place.
"She was just resting," came another voice. The two turned to see an orange haired boy about Lina's age. The guard look between the two, before he raised his fist, snarling, "So buzz off already!"
The guard's eye twinged in frustration before he turned off, leaving the two be. Lina let out a sigh, mumbling, "Thanks."
The boy was quiet for a moment, before asking, "So, what are you doing here?"
"...Snooping," Lina said plainly. As the boy frowned, she said, "Well, I'm not here for tasting, if that's what you think."
The boy seemed to think for a moment, before saying, "I think I know what you're after...do you-"
"Wait," Lina interrupted. Blinking, she realized, "Were...were you watching me?"
"Buh? Uh..." he stammered, stunned speechless. Lina gave an awkward smile before shuffling off.
Behind her, Saff watched her go, rapping his knuckles against his head.
---
Letting out a sigh, Macario lounged on the deck of the Breeze. He glanced around, as if certain spectral might pop up, before checking his hand, where a spherical compass lay.
"The Grand Line, huh?" He muttered. They were close. But then what? Macario had his duties, and the possibility they would align with the impossibly free spirit that was Chester was...unlikely.
...So? There was no commitment. Macario didn't have to help with any wine heists or company beatdowns. But the Saoboady Archipelago was a hell of a way away, and Chester seemed as likely to get there was anyone.
Macario's ear twitched, and he looked up to see a figure down below on his boat. Jumping up, he snarled, "Hey!" The figure, clad in green began to head away, when Macario realized he had something in his hands. Jumping up, Macario leapt over the railing, bearing down as the man jumped back to the dock. Pulling back his fist as he landed, he cried, "Xun!" A burst of air smashed the grunt away, launching him into the hull of another ship, where he smashed out of sight, the briefcase clattering to the dockside. Hopping over, Macario picked it up, dusting it off and checking the contents briefly. "Bastards..." he muttered.
Glancing over to the cityscape of Stagio island, his eyes widened. "They know we're here!" Clenching his fist, his foot made to move for a moment, before he turned back to the ship, slinging the briefcase over his shoulder. "They can handle themselves..."
---
Opening the door of the bustling inn, Lina stepped aside as a man was thrown through the doorframe. Grimacing, she saw Kuhn at the center of things. Why were he and Chester so competitive!?
As he arm wrestled the next contestant, Lina got a bit closer, yelling over the noise, "Kuhn! What do you think you're doing!?"
"Is there a reason you're snooping around, ma'am?"
Lina felt her heart split from her body. Hopping up, lips curled into an innocent smile, she saw as one of the purple suited men and come across the lookout.
"Hmm? What? Uh..."
"Why are you here?" He asked. She saw that he had an emblem on his breast of four berries, a spark shooting off as she realized he was part of the winery.
"I was..." Lina muttered, before realizing just how suspicious she looked with her sword in this weird place.
"She was just resting," came another voice. The two turned to see an orange haired boy about Lina's age. The guard look between the two, before he raised his fist, snarling, "So buzz off already!"
The guard's eye twinged in frustration before he turned off, leaving the two be. Lina let out a sigh, mumbling, "Thanks."
The boy was quiet for a moment, before asking, "So, what are you doing here?"
"...Snooping," Lina said plainly. As the boy frowned, she said, "Well, I'm not here for tasting, if that's what you think."
The boy seemed to think for a moment, before saying, "I think I know what you're after...do you-"
"Wait," Lina interrupted. Blinking, she realized, "Were...were you watching me?"
"Buh? Uh..." he stammered, stunned speechless. Lina gave an awkward smile before shuffling off.
Behind her, Saff watched her go, rapping his knuckles against his head.
---
Letting out a sigh, Macario lounged on the deck of the Breeze. He glanced around, as if certain spectral might pop up, before checking his hand, where a spherical compass lay.
"The Grand Line, huh?" He muttered. They were close. But then what? Macario had his duties, and the possibility they would align with the impossibly free spirit that was Chester was...unlikely.
...So? There was no commitment. Macario didn't have to help with any wine heists or company beatdowns. But the Saoboady Archipelago was a hell of a way away, and Chester seemed as likely to get there was anyone.
Macario's ear twitched, and he looked up to see a figure down below on his boat. Jumping up, he snarled, "Hey!" The figure, clad in green began to head away, when Macario realized he had something in his hands. Jumping up, Macario leapt over the railing, bearing down as the man jumped back to the dock. Pulling back his fist as he landed, he cried, "Xun!" A burst of air smashed the grunt away, launching him into the hull of another ship, where he smashed out of sight, the briefcase clattering to the dockside. Hopping over, Macario picked it up, dusting it off and checking the contents briefly. "Bastards..." he muttered.
Glancing over to the cityscape of Stagio island, his eyes widened. "They know we're here!" Clenching his fist, his foot made to move for a moment, before he turned back to the ship, slinging the briefcase over his shoulder. "They can handle themselves..."
---
Opening the door of the bustling inn, Lina stepped aside as a man was thrown through the doorframe. Grimacing, she saw Kuhn at the center of things. Why were he and Chester so competitive!?
As he arm wrestled the next contestant, Lina got a bit closer, yelling over the noise, "Kuhn! What do you think you're doing!?"
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