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The 'Explain The Appeal Of......' Thread

What is the appeal of, uh...this?

Cyaиide Suиs

Concerning:

@TemplarKnight07@Xandrya@Fyre Unholy

Max had disappeared from his eyrie behind the counter. Perhaps, a misophonic, he let loud noises and nosy conversations seep under his overflowing skin, and grate at his brain. Or maybe he was not fond of women, because following women often enough were men, carnivorous men biting and swiping at each other, scaring each other away from their coveted gazelle. (Women, no doubt, are a debated topic in the Zone. On one hand they can carry less gear and walk fewer miles in a day; on the other, they bring much needed morale to a campfire circle. And speak not of what fate befalls them when an enemy captor decides that death is too sweet a boon! In the ever-troubled minds of the hub barkeeps and tradesmen, women can bring either great profit through their smiles and laughter, or terrible chaos.)

But, no; actually Max had gone to fetch their plates. Toward their table he waddled, revealing his baggy trousers and his claustrophobic little boating shoes. They could hear the plates sizzling, yet he carried them in naked hands, his calluses having grown thick indeed. Even so, he was rather hasty with setting them down, in front of Gideon and Andrew, and wiping the heat off his fingertips into the grease-smeared seat of his sweater.

"Prost."

He had leaned down and forward, his gut gathering over his belt like a coven of witches and their conclave in the woods. "If this job is a delicate matter, we'd better speak in private," he said. He whispered, but not quietly enough for Amelia and Andrew not to hear.

Ah, fried bliss! its smells flied up to their noses now: the savory meats, tender lamb or maybe veal, had been hammered flat against a layer of brined grape leaves, and rolled up all together with rice. They smelled sweet meat, tangy vegetals, and the salt-water weeping out of the matrimony as if it mourned. Beside these beauties: a bed of pickled red cabbage, blushing red as a field of beets in the sunset; and red potatoes fried with thyme and rosemary. The spices were dried and bottled, though.

Max himself meanwhile had begun to walk away.

The Tides of Change: Act 1 The Hand of Death

Oh, and where is Andrasil on the map?

The Tides of Change: Act 1 The Hand of Death

and some of the Islands on the maps.

@Mag Lev

Gonna need to know which ones, babe. My human character might be from a tropical island-nation.

The Tides of Change: Act 1 The Hand of Death

HEY BABY WE'RE BACK

NEON GENESIS VINDERVALL: 2.0 THIS IS (NOT) A REBOOT LOOKS FUCKING SWEET

The 'Explain The Appeal Of......' Thread

Why were Twilight and Fifty Shades popular? Why are sports popular? Why are Call of Duty and Skyrim popular?

Stupid people don't like smart media, because smart media make them feel stupid when they don't understand what's going on in the plot or how to do [insert high-skill task here] in a videogame.

So the most popular media are stupid as fuck because more people are able to comprehend it and get enjoyment out of it. The DC universe is what happens when The Dark Knight is critically praised and makes a lot of money, but not "enough" money. They wanted a larger audience, they want more paying moviegoers. And you expand your audience by filling fewer niches and by alienating fewer people. You try to appeal to everyone simultaneously instead of catering to "hardcore" fans or to film buffs, and the result, at least in the eyes of people who care a lot about film, is generally a mediocre mess with bad pacing (action scenes shoehorned in to entertain dumb people, and in the case of superhero movies to also sell toys), and too thin a plot, etc.

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What's the appeal of dancing, nightclubs, and the party life in general?

モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

With his feet kicked up onto the dashboard, collecting all the flakes of moon-dust falling from his uniform's tanker boots, Troy's body had gone limp in the cockpit. The beer helped his reflexes none, all the empty cans crushed between his fingers and then stacked up near the foot-pedals. When he realized people were speaking suddenly, and that a visual feed had been sent through his holoscreen, grudgingly he pushed his feet to the side so he could watch the radar. Three bogies? No, probably a maintenance crew, or couriers from another factory.

But their communications were working fine, according to a perfunctory glance the pilot took toward his cockpit's many dials and needles...

No matter. Something explained these newcomers' presence, and the urgency with which they rode forward. Just a few minutes ago Troy had swapped the CDs in his little cabin, moving a new album into the player. The old he replaced delicately, ritualistically, in its plastic case.

"I'm next to the power plant. Southeast corner," he slurred into his mouthpiece. "Hopin' its heat signature hides mine. Over." Way ahead of you, Bratya, he thought, smirking to his lazy, torpid self. Even his seat vibrated with the idling engine's purrs.

—And nothing can hold it back
I am the dawn upon your bloody beach
Come to pa—

Distorted guitars crackled in the feed's background while the singer's silky baritone crooned. Hard Rock? Or was it Metal? The song danced across that vague distinction as it seeped through the Troy's transmission.

Cyaиide Suиs

*is actually holding back tears because apparently interacting with the sexy GM doesn't count :'(*

p-proud of you

Cyaиide Suиs

Please let me know if I need to change anything. First time I interact with someone else in this game.

@Xandrya

*holds back tears*

モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

I probably won't be the first to reply, but I'll have a post up sometime today (Sunday the twelfth).