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モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

Just write a fucking IC post already you weebshits jesus christ

モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

At this time name changes are, unfortunately, not something that mods have the ability to do. You're welcome to put in a request to Mahz, but it may be a while before he's able to get to you. Otherwise, you're welcome to make a new account under the desired name, but that's really all that I can recommend for you options-wise at present.

@Sherlock Holmes

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On the old site we were allowed to send requests to the mods for name changes, but it seems they don't want to perform this service anymore.

モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

@Sanctus Spooki Literally no GM has ever complained about having too many players.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

I can't stand the ones who either yell, or else to the other, just because of 'the lenght', and then expect the other to match the other, while treating them like trash, yes, i understand the envy to not be bored, no, there is a better attitude than this one, no one is a machine programmed for that.

The whole 'i hate one-liners', for what? for wich reasons? maybe some can't write a lot, why not asking? i came accross a lot of profiles communities who were like that, acting like they are 'the kings/queens' of the RPs, i despise that.

this is all i have for the moment.

@RedHat

Yeah, I haven't ended up writing a one-liner in a 1x1 (yet), but I make it clear to all my partners from the get-go that IDGAF about post length, so it certainly "can" happen. If I only have one sentence's worth of contribution to add to the scene, I'm not going to puff that sentence out into two or three paragraphs through redundancy, tautology, and fluff.

I haven't had anything to bitch about in a while thanks to a batch of lovely RP partners, but this is definitely the sort of language which turns me off to someone when I'm reading his/her Interest Check.

@NuttsnBolts But you're describing a length ceiling, a maximum post length, and I'm 99% sure this doesn't exist anywhere in the Guild. No one is forcing you to write short posts if you RP in Casual or Free, so that logic doesn't fly.

[Misleading Title] Every Final Fantasy game is complete trash, and here's why:

7 is the best
9 is 7 except with funkier characters and worse storyline
8 is trash
10 if you like easy campaigns
6 has great storyline, but only if you're willing to accept very bad graphics

@Luna_Maria

You should have revealed the fact that you're a graphicsbabby at the beginning of the post. Then people would be able to discard your opinion sooner and waste less time reading it.

@Awson Generally @BrobyDDark is correct, but 9 is the one game in the series, of those I've played, which I can recommend wholeheartedly. It has great atmosphere, decent storytelling (by videogame standards as a whole, not FF standards (because the series' storytelling is ass, but 9 is the least ass)), and more intriguing characters both visually and narratively.

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

The fact that the author, the show-runners, etc, refuse to pander to their audience for any "fan favorites"

@JDolan

Except Daenerys, Jon Snow, and Tyrion. GRRM's books have "main characters" like any other, but he's talented at tricking his audience into thinking minor characters (who are going to die later) are actually the protagonists.

All three of these characters have plot armor, especially Ms. Mary Sue.

The Tides of Change: Act 1 The Hand of Death

Actually, Mag, we're probably gonna have to drop out of this one. Fyre and I agreed that the characters we want to play, while they'd make great villains, are probably too OP for the current cast of characters. We should bring them where they'll cause less conflict with the setting and with the protagonists.

Good luck with the RP. Hope it succeeds this time!

Cyaиide Suиs

@Xandrya I Liked your post, but just so you know, it's a very passive-aggressive anti-Like. Because I'm needy and have crippling abandonment issues. Enjoy your vacation, baka.

E:\cyberpunk\the_deadliest_question.exe

Jules heard the woman's reply only vaguely. Her strongest and most distinctive words, "son" and "babysitter" and the likes, leapt at him; not as an army of words organized into rows and columns like soldier-ants, but singular little bodies acting with no queen's mandate. All her context slid off the waxy varnish glazed over his brain.

Someone else had spoken into the feed; the voice belonged to a male. Jules' heart thrashed in his throat, struggling against its bindings.

"Sorry, sir. Could you repeat yourself?" he asked.

"Mr. Elliott, we see that Ms. Ví clocked in at 7:58 this morning. Is she there?" He sounded thin-worn.

"Yes, sir, she is."

The voice was so hard and cold, like a snow-crusted lamppost. It belonged to a man of copper wiring, surely, who did not hesitate in swinging down his brass fist upon his underlings. "At the nearest convenience, tell her to come to my office," he said. "'Please.'"

"Yes, sir," Jules said, but the feed had cleared again just prior.

With alarm stabbing at his entrails, Jules checked that the mic was off; that the button had not stuck, and that nothing weighed it down. He wanted to be sure that Ona had not heard that, and although she hadn't, that only meant it was in his power to tell him. No; it was his duty. (What "choice" did he have? To do what was expected of him, or to freeze and wither like the other alley-slimes, while a hundred applicants lined up to replace him and two other patchers had to filter those hundred down to twenty. Rotten bastards; that's why good people do rotten things!) He peered like a gumball-thieving child over his guilty shoulder, toward the camera looming above. Intimately he felt the walls of the room pressing up against his tender flesh, suffocating and crushing it, and the glass of the camera lens slicing at his delicate peace of mind.

He pressed his hand to the mic at last, though hesitating to press down on the button, it rested listlessly upon the flat base awhile.

"Ona, if you want me to continue the interviews without you, tap the table three times with your index finger," he said. "Uh, Mr. Skovgard wants you in his office. Immediately."

Immediately. That's what "at the nearest convenience" means to a man in a suit, a man who signs paychecks.

Is there a term for "weird" fantasy?

I'd probably call it "Del Toroean," but I think "Weird Fantasy" is an actual term.