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Red Dead Potential: A Western RP

Small update:
I've got the first 4 Events sketched out now, which should be enough to start on.
I've got a Character Sheet model that I will be using.
I've got my own character's CS done.

I still need to complete the overarching plotline, an intro post to set the tone, come up with an official title for the game and a cohesive way to paint the premise of this project to you all. I know most of you get what I'm aiming for, but I still want to put it into words for those who aren't as familiar with the RDR franchise.

I'm hoping to have all of that accomplished by the end of next weekend (the weekends are my main writing times).

I have decided that, while we reserve the right to change a few things here and there, this will be actually taking place directly in the world of Red Dead Redemption. That basically means I'm ripping off the map and some of the lore. Doing this will save me a ton of time, allowing me to take advantage of a template rather than reinventing the wheel. This will all take place just prior to Red Dead Redemption 2 (which is actually a prequel to Red Dead Redemption 1). RDR2 was set in 1899, RDR1 was set in 1911. Our setting will be 1897. While Dutch and the gang from Red Dead Redemption 2 would've been around during this time, if we ever cross paths, it will just be a quick cameo encounter if at all.

I do want to reiterate that I plan on composing this in such a way that prior Red Dead knowledge is not a requirement. Those familiar with the games will appreciate the easter eggs a little more, but my hope is that this is crafted in such a way that anyone can find enjoyment and entertainment from it.

Anyway, there ya go! Will either give you another update next weekend or I'll just open the thread!

Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

Leo cleared his throat. "Usually being annoying is plenty enough reason for me to sign off on a death sentence, but we're not dealing with schmos. We're dealing with the inner council. Give me something other than 'she irks me' and I'll hear it." His eyes lowered to the table as he began tapping his fingers to this thumb once more in a familiar series of fidgets. "No one has spoken of Jane with anything but abstract queries towards the others in this room. I think it's safe to say she was simply a target one could get away with."

He suddenly looked up to Reika. "Perhaps, as our ambitious colleague has advised us to do, the rats decided to pounce on someone that supported our structure the least with the intention of watching us scatter and divide." Leo's eyebrows raised at the thought as he continued to glare at her.

"I said before that I plan on reacting with evidence in mind. The only new information we have is the treachery has come in pairs. Two of you are walking scum, working together, whispering to eachother. The only two I see figuratively holding hands are Reika and Vincent." The two continued to give off high levels of suspicion, in his opinion. Reika had no qualms about making waves while Vincent has been comparatively quiet. His defense of her was very obvious, though. The obvious nature of the pair seemed their greatest strength in proving their innocence. The rats, if they were smart, wouldn't make their partnership so blatant.

He took a mental step back and looked at the other faces in the room asking himself, If not those two, then which other pair would fit? He looked briefly at Rachel who had a moment of confession. She could have been employing an old trick that criminals used with cops all the time. 'Book me on the little stuff and let's forget all about the big thing I did'.

That left Lucia and Alice. The former being a champion of organization and thoroughness while the latter was a source of controversy. It would be a hard sell for someone to convince Leo that Lucia was involved. Alice, however...

"The only other potential pair I can see would be Rachel and Alice." He paused to let that sink in, trading glances between the two women. "Rachel, every time you speak, you've been trying to give us evidence that you are innocent despite the fact that no one has levied any accusations your way. That's behavior you see in someone with a guilty conscience. You pushed attention toward Reika after she accused Alice, seemingly in defense of our current social media queen. If you're guilty, you surely aren't partnered with Reika and you are likely partnered with the woman you are indirectly defending. While Reika and Vincent have been very obvious with their affinity toward one another, a poor strategy for a couple of rats, you have laid low."

Leo looked back to Reika and Vincent. "If Rachel goes down and it results in our favor, I'll consider you both absolved and join you in taking Alice down as well. If we get the opposite results, then you know where my suspicions will lie."

Leo bit his lip for a moment, trying to decide if he had overlooked anything. With a small sigh, he finally said, "I think we need to clip Rachel."

Red Dead Potential: A Western RP

There will be plenty of room for those who know how to tell a good tale. I'm getting very excited about this. To answer an earlier question, thisnwill take place around the time of RDR and RDR2, but I've not set anything in stone, yet.

I do plan on using the Red Dead Map as a setting. There may also be Easter eggs from the games.

All that in mind, YOU WILL NOT NEED TO HAVE PLAYED ANY RED DEAD REDEMPTION GAME TO ENJOY THIS RP. So for someone reading who has not played the video games, please do not be discouraged from joining once I get it all together.

The Red Hoods: Initiates

Definitely glad to see new interest. Let me consider this tonight and I will get back to you asap ;)

Red Dead Potential: A Western RP

Looks like the interest is there. Going to start getting to work on this. To make it work well is going to take some time so it may be a bit before I get the official topic up, but it'll be coming! I'll notify you all once I've reached that point.

I may go ahead and get a discord up in the meantime. Will keep y'all updated. My thanks go out to everyone!

Red Dead Potential: A Western RP

Including myself, that makes six. Just a few more would be golden. Is anyone interested in taking on the Co-GM spot(s)? It wouldn't be first come, first served in that role, but I'd be interested in knowing who is ambitious enough for the task. Ultimately, if I have to do it solo it shouldn't be a problem. It may just take a little longer.

Red Dead Potential: A Western RP

The more the merrier, my friend! Even seeing one person gives me hope.

To anyone else, I'm currently GMing The Red Hoods: Initiates, I've helped construct integral plot arcs for X-Men: The New Era, have built a 1x1 world with a very good friend of mine and have helped as many creators as I can on their way to building their own worlds for their own games.

While this interest check is admittedly providing bare bones information, I assure you that there will eventually be a worthwhile game if we get a decent amount of interest. This is just one of those things where I want to make sure the payoff will be worth the effort, because making our Wild West playground will be a hell of an undertaking (but a fantastic one!)

Red Dead Potential: A Western RP

I'm a bit stretched right now in terms of projects I am involved in, BUT I have an appetite for an RP out of my comfort zone. I've mainly done Superhero, supernatural, fantasy and slice of life RPs. I've just joined up a new RP that is a little more novel, but I crave more!

That said, I'm considering hosting a Western RP. Think Red Dead Redemption with original characters and stories.

I'm posting this in the Interest thread because I have nothing built, yet. As the title implies, this is simply a check to see if there is interest and if there is, I will potentially do my best to create a world for us to play in. I adore the original Red Dead Redemption and am playing the sequel right now and I can't help but fall in love with the lifestyle of the wild west.

All that said, I would most certainly need help building this so I am looking for a Co-GM or two to get this thing off the ground. Here is my prompt of an idea:

• Everyone can start out with their own story, their own backgrounds, their own motivations.
  

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• All players will eventually be united under 1 banner: the gang's. This will make it easier to control the overarching story.
  (That said, if you want to be a lawman that has infiltrated the gang undercover, I'm totally open to that)
  

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• The gang will have tasks that they must complete. They can do it solo or in couples or groups.
  

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• In any PvP situation, we will establish a system to decide the victor. Any PvE conflicts will result in whatever way the writer chooses unless the "NPC" is being controlled by the GM (like a main antagonist), in which case the PvP system will be the decider.
  

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• I would provide a main plot line while depending a lot on the players to provide plotlines of their own. Does your character have an archrival that needs to be dealt with? Do they want to pull off the ultimate heist? Is there a lost love that will take some obstacle hurdling to get to? I can think of plenty of player generated content that people can be a part of to keep the game interesting. Needless to say, this type of game will require players with creativity and a willingness to take the reigns every now and then.
  

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• Things can get weird! Red Dead Redemption is known for straying toward the strange. From zombies to vampires to UFOs to the apocalypse and beyond! This game will not be a simple repetition of High Noon duels. If I'm gonna host it, it's gotta keep my attention so we will undoubtedly get colorful on some of the legs of the story.

This game will likely be posted in Casual or Advanced, considering the mechanics involved and the fact that this sort of storytelling will require some investment from the players to truly write content-moving material.

Anyway, that's my itch that I'm thinking about scratching. If you've got the itch, too then it's probably herpes then let me know and we'll see if we can round up a posse. If you're interesting in Co-GMing this with me, then let me know that as well. With enough interest (and support from one or two people who one to help me build this world) I'll make this happen.

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

JACK PERKINS :+: OUTSIDE WIT'S END, NYC COMPOUND :+: MENTIONS: @savannahssu

"Well you SEE, my dear," Pickles started with a smile. "I've got a limited window to see the sights, to ENJOY the splendors of freedom. To live MY best life!" Laughter erupted from him as he began to slowly twirl around, his neck cranked back at he looked toward the sky in a cyclone of glee. Then in a sudden, almost mechanical, motion he snapped back and stood straight up, his arms flat against his sides and his smile completely gone. His eyes drooped as he stared at her. "So... my proposal... is that you... join me..." His voice seemed filled with sinister intent despite the fact that the words were innocent enough.

He suddenly about-faced, turning his back on her and jutted his elbow out. He was silently beckoning her forward so that the two could lock arms. "My cute, curvaceously captivating creator of CARNAL chills... my carefully colored CANVAS of carnivorous creatures... my calm and collected colleague, my center of curiosity... could I convince you to caper in CHAOS with a clown?" Though she couldn't see it, Pickles' all too familiar smile had returned as he looked outward toward the rest of the compound. There was fun to be had and he would seize the opportunity and relish it for all it was worth.

|| Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP] ||

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
Interactions/Mentions: None || Location: Hakata-ku, Fukuoka, Japan

* "Fairy tales!" Daichi laughed, his voluminous gut jiggling as he went. "You're telling me you saw a merman?!" Again, his thunderous laugh filled the quaint dive bar as he looked upon his drinking buddy with utter disbelief. His girthy gut was held in only by the buttons of his buttoned up blue collared shirt and high seated belt that held up his black slacks. His drinking companion was his stark opposite. A build quite svelte and a wardrobe far less elegant. Whereas Daichi looked like he had a team of employees in charge of maintaining his hygiene, his newly acquired friend looked like he hadn't bathed in at least a week.

"Not a merman," Raiden clarified, making no attempt to hide his frustration. "I think it was... I mean I've heard it could be a... kappa." The last word made Daichi hysterically roar once more. The two of them weren't friends. They were mere acquaintances. Daichi was a rich businessman who sought entertainment in the strangest corners of the town. One night, he found Raiden in the streets spinning tales of an impending doom. He told his stories with such passion that it became hard not to engross yourself within them. Daichi lived for that sort of oddity. Once a week, he would find Raiden and treat him to some drinks while listening to his tales of primordial horror yet to come.

Raiden knew his role in all of this. He was well aware that he was a monkey being tasked to dance for a coin. It didn't matter. This was the easiest money he made each week. Drink some free beer and tell a rich man some bed time stories. If only he could make an honest business this way.

"A kappa?! A dimple-headed sea monkey? And what did the kappa say when you saw him?" Daichi awaited the response with his mouth agape, preparing to laugh at whatever came next. It was a show, afterall. Up close and personal theater with only one actor on stage. Raiden thought about his next words very carefully.

"It said... 'There's plenty of fish in the sea... Just be careful not to catch crabs.'" Daichi wheezed with glee at he slapped the bar counter. Raiden gave a small crooked grin, note entirely pleased with himself, but satisfied that he got the effect he wanted. He would keep this routine up for hours so long as Daichi kept paying for the drinks. While his buddy was busy hyuking it up, Raiden's eyes began to wander around the bar. They fell on a gorgeous dark hared woman at the corner stool who met his glance. Awkwardly, Raiden tried to smile and give a nod. Dressed in unwashed hand-me-downs that one would find at a poorly managed thrift store, he was hardly an image of impressiveness. Nevertheless, the woman returned the grin. It was enough to make Raiden's stomach flutter.

Just then there was a rumble. The lights in the bar blinked off, on, and back off again. The glasses could be heard rapidly clinking against one another behind the bar. In the darkness, Raiden's eyes grew wide. There was possibility here. Opportunity. He turned to Daichi, shrouded in darkness, and reached back for the ultimate prize: his wallet. In a liquid motion, Raiden seized the billfold, removed the bills, and stashed it back. It was a feat that should only be attempted by experts. Luckily the rumbling ground and the disconcerting electricity problem was enough to make the maneuver. Eventually the rumbling died and the lights settled, glowing once more upon the patrons.

"Look, Daichi, this has been great, as always, but I have to leave." He didn't want to be around when his man asked for his check.

"Oh, come on! You're going to let a little tremor scare you off?" The businessman wore his disappointment very obviously.

"I'm afraid it's just that time, but I thank you again, my friend. You're always so good to me." Raiden knew he could survive without the cash. He would not lose a wink of sleep over the theft. He would, however, lose a finger or a hand should Daichi find out what he had done. With that, Raiden stood up from the bar and winked at the young woman who had given him the slightest attention. As he strode toward the exit, he gave her a sideways nod, beckoning her to follow. She looked hesitant at first, like a deer in headlights, before finally shoving herself off her barstool and following him outside.

Raiden stopped just a few steps outside of the building and turned to her. "You are gorgeous. What are you called, princess?" He humbly smiled and spoke in a very delicate voice.

"I am called Aiko." She gave a nervous giggle as she looked at him. Something was a little weird about it. She seemed incredibly uncomfortable.

"I'm Raiden," he said, introducing himself as he pulled out a crooked cigarette from his pocket and brought it to his lips. "Any chance you want to get out of here with me?" He was already tipsy and didn't feel like dancing around the point.

"Oh... uh... No, I really shouldn't. I mean..." The stammering seemed as if it would continue forever if Raiden hadn't interjected.

"I get it," he started as he pulled out a lighter and lit the cig, taking in a slow puff. "I seem interesting enough to hear out, but not enough to fuck." The bluntness took the woman by surprise. Stammering, and in fact all speech whatsoever, ceased. Raiden knew a lost cause when he saw one. "Well alright then. Enjoy your night!" He turned and waved, walking off into the darkness of the evening, leaving the girl behind to watch him as he went.

Just then there was a wresting sound from one of the bushes that lined the establishment. The young woman looked in that direction curiously. Perhaps it was a small animal like a kitten. Maybe it needed a home. She ventured further toward the brush and saw a pair of eyes that glimmered from within.

"Aww... Here, sweetie. Come to me!" she beckoned. The eyes didn't move. A sense of dread slowly fell over her, raising the hairs on her neck. This was no kitten. Before she could react, it launched itself at her. A fury of wet, slimy fists began berrading her, sending her tumbling backwards. The assailant squealed out in a sound so foreign that she couldn't identify it for the life of her. She tried to raise her hands to block the blows but they came down relentlessly nonetheless. After a while, her conscious mind could take no more and her battered and bruised body fell limp. Her attacker grabbed her by the legs and began to drag her, each step sounding off with a sickening wet slap against the asphalt. As she was dragged, her body soon become one with the night, enveloped in shadow, never to be seen on the surface world again.

*All dialogue translated from Japanese

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Bloodlines
Interactions/Mentions: None | Location: Sea of Japan

Shadowy figures swam in an organized manner, as if they were components of a well oiled machine performing a task. One by one, these creatures dived deep into the sea with gifts and offerings, showing no sign of jealously or contempt for the chore that were compelled to perform. Indeed, they took pleasure in their mission to provide.

Bringing down the corpses of mammals, reptiles and birds alike, the Kappa diligently continued to descend into the darkness until reaching the point at which they dropped off their gifts upon the smooth rock below. As they did, a tremor caused extraordinary waves, shaking them all and disrupting their swim pattern. In unison, they all had the same reaction. They looked down below, just passed the mound of offerings to the gargantuan silhouette beside it. As they looked, they ceased to move. The anticipation was paralyzing.

Some of them quivered in fear while others felt excited, suspended there in the water. Would he... could he...?

Their unspoken questions were soon answered as their god's eyelids sprung open, it's irises illuminating the waters around them. The time had finally come. Kappakami was awake.