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4 yrs ago
Current cunt has positive connotations in my country, so no
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4 yrs ago
AMAB: all mods are bastards
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4 yrs ago
September is PCOS Awareness Month - shout out to all my cysters out there! 1 in 10 women have it and many go undiagnosed for a long time because women's health issues are taken less seriously.
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4 yrs ago
don't take the bait
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4 yrs ago
that's an open invitation to peep
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Hello! My name is Roach, the malcontent formerly known as McHaggis, and I've been on this site for a good while now. Wherever I end up, the Guild will always have a special place in my heart because it's where I met some of my very best friends and long-time writing partners. (Seven years strong!) It has absolutely nothing to do with the functional code or the great status bar takes, that much I can assure you.

There's not much to say about me except that I'm a graduate who had a lot of time to kill in lockdown, which is easing up at present. I'm currently trying to tame BBCode or die trying, and I think it's going pretty well. If you are at all interested in this endeavor, please check out my guides (1 & 2) or PM me for a bit of chit-chat about tables so janky you can literally break the site with them.

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the old guard, dragon age 2, mass effect, doctor who, the witcher, lore olympus, the devil is a handsome man, avatar: the last airbender, the dragon prince
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I'm retired from the Guild, having moved entirely off-site, but I occasionally dip in to collect old GIFs and writing.

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Firstly, I hope you are not going to start moving threads without the GM's approval, @POOHEAD189.

Secondly, there are plenty of casual threads that would be Advanced by the metric of post length alone, but I would argue this ignores the culture of each section; a vibe that most users of the Guild are implicitly aware of.

If the section a RP belongs in were predicated on the volume of lore squirreled away in hiders, then you would only find fandom settings in Casual, and you would never get any original fantasy or sci-fi settings anywhere outside of Advanced. You can't send a RP to the gulag Advanced just because the world-building is "dull".

When a GM makes a RP, they make it with a certain type of player in mind: people who they have met in previous roleplays in the same section and in the same genre, people with the same expectations of railroading vs. sandbox, people who encourage a certain level of OOC chatter and hype, people who don't argue over granular details of lore for hours on end, etc.

Cynics would say they pick Casual because it's the most busy section, but that's a hard disagree from me. In my experience, it usually boils down to 'I like the userbase in Casual over Advanced and I want to see what they bring to the table'.

I would trust a GM knows best what audience they are targeting for their roleplay and it seldom comes down to word count.

Tentatively interested! Have always thought about playing a kenku one day and I see that it is allowed here...
In Sentaku 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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@Roach, @Hey Im Jordan, @KZOMBI3 ๐—™๐—ง. ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—˜๐— ๐—ฆ ๐—•๐—ฌ @Fiber
With his hands behind his head and a slug princess on his shoulder, Kaminari Hikaru had a certain pep in his step as they moved away from the group and to one of the different entry points. Karu was looking forward to this! This was a real chance to show off his abilities, rather than barely floundering through a written exam (he was silently hoping his sensei never saw the results of that test). This was his best chance to show the world his moves.

The rank of chลซnin had never been closer! โ€œSo, we need a plan of attack. Right? And a real one, not like what we usually do where, Mori is like โ€˜hey do we have a plan,โ€™ and then Iโ€™m like โ€˜yeah, my plan is to attack, and then I use the Kaminari Wind Tunnel Burst Technique. Something with more clarity than that.โ€ Karu stretched his hands up from behind his head and into the air, leaning side to side to get his blood pumping. โ€œIโ€™m itchinโ€™ for a fight. Donโ€™t tell me you guys want to be all tactical, right? Thatโ€™d be so boringโ€ฆโ€

โ€œWe can call it something different, if it would make you feel better,โ€ Mori suggested drily. It was often two versus one in the department of not-rushing-off-and-getting-killed, and as the one on the losing side of this debate most often, he wanted to get his piece in first. โ€œI vote for strategically making our way through this forest and fighting only the teams we need to get that other scroll. We want to come first place, right?โ€โ€˜

With a skip to her step, Iza piped up to her fellow teammates, โ€œSoooo like strategically kickinโ€™ ass?โ€ the wide, offset grin should point to more hazardous plans than just โ€˜kickinโ€™ assโ€™ but who were any of them to question the half baked ideas that floated around in Izayoiโ€™s head. If anything at all. โ€œWho do you boys think the best team to knock out is gonna be? Hmm?โ€

โ€œI talked to this guy, before the written examโ€ฆ he seemed pretty strong. I didnโ€™t fight him, but I wish I had! Maybe we can find him in thereโ€ฆ then, of course, there are a few squads from Konoha worth looking out for. I know thereโ€™s Ashikaga guy โ€” he blew through that heavy door at the centerโ€ฆ then I think the Senju boy and Jiren were about to fight. Itโ€™s gonna be a war in there! Letโ€™s just send it and beat the first group we found! Why take it slow?โ€ He paused, and thoughtfully looked between the two of his teammates. For the briefest of moments, it seemed like Karu might have something important to say, something worthy of the team leader role heโ€™d bestowed upon himself โ€” without the insight of either of them. It seemed like Karu was about to step it up and be the man his mother hoped he could be, and thenโ€ฆ he spoke.

โ€œMaybe if weโ€™re the first ones to the tower, thereโ€™ll be a huge celebratory feast!โ€

Moriโ€™s hands were shoved in his pockets, rummaging around at the contents โ€“ scraps of paper heโ€™d transferred fลซinjutsu during the written exam and a few crumpled (but serviceable) sealing tags. He didnโ€™t speak much at the question of which teams were strong, because any number of their graduating cohort would be a challenge, and a fight between them could go either way.

โ€œWe should find that out, Karu,โ€ he encouraged. Quite frankly doing things fast was something that could be worked with; doing things with the usual Kaminari flair and flash, on the other hand, was antithetical to what he thought a ninja ought to be. โ€œBut we do need plans. What to do if we get separated, to defend against enemy infiltration, retreat plansโ€ฆ To make โ€˜strategically beating theirโ€“โ€™ you know, easier.โ€

Iza couldn't help but roll her eyes before twirling around in her spot, eventually falling on her back and enjoying the sight of the leaves rustling in the breeze somewhere above them. "Easy is boring and you know it, Mori. Besides, I didn't get to actually fight nothing worth nothing before the written testโ€ฆ" She puffed her cheeks as she pouted thinking about the potential waste of time spent fighting nobodies earlier.

She had to admit though, both of her teammates weren't entirely wrong in their ideas for how the next portion of the test should be played out. Yes, some kind of plan was needed, but she also just wanted to do something. When the thought of Katsumi sensei berating her even more crossed her mind she couldn't resist gritting her teeth and snapping into a sitting position. "Justโ€ฆ ugh, sorry Karu, Imma hafta side with Mor. We need some kind of plan. I'm not gonna be the reason Katsu sensei chews us out. Not this time," Iza would be remiss if she said it wasn't time to start using Karu's title to their advantage.

"How's this, Mori and I focus on the initial attack and detaining of the team and you can land the finishing touches."

โ€œThatโ€™s ridiculous, why would I do that? I donโ€™t wanna land the finishing blows, I wanna be the hero of the day! This is my chance to come into my own, and earn my last name! Orโ€ฆ something like that anywayโ€ฆ look, the point is, if iโ€™m just cominโ€™ in to finish โ€˜em off, then nobodyโ€™s ever gonna run on sight from me, theyโ€™ll just run from you guys! That doesnโ€™t work, yโ€™know.โ€ Karu protested, just a little bit away from stamping his foot, in a childish tantrum, but he held back. A ninja doesnโ€™t throw tantrums. He had to make his dad proud! His mom proud! And most of all, he needed to show his older brother how strong heโ€™d gotten under Katsumi-senseiโ€™s tutelage. For some reason, Karu ranked that the highest; it most likely had something to do with the rivalries some of the Konoha jonin seemed to haveโ€ฆ well, except for Samuru-sensei, who seemed less and less like he should really be a sensei. In fact, Karu was fairly certain heโ€™d never seen or heard of Samuru doing anything nearly cool enough to be a sensei!

But, that wasnโ€™t the point. The point then and there was simple: Karu didnโ€™t want to be babied. โ€œI think youโ€™ll find that Iโ€™m the one holding the scroll โ€”โ€ Karu waved the teamโ€™s Earth scroll around in front of his teammates. Having claimed he was the team captain, Karu was the one that had been handed the scroll. To Karuโ€™s neverending surprise, neither of his teammates had spoken up when heโ€™d staked the claimโ€ฆ Maybe they do believe in me! โ€œโ€” so I should have some say in what we do! I think we should split up, and do some scouting. We can have a password to make sure weโ€™re not trying to infiltrate the groupโ€ฆ hey, when did we get inside the forest?โ€

Looking around himself, Karu found that they had indeed entered the Forest of Death.

There was no stopping their โ€˜team captainโ€™ when he was like this, so Mori silently followed without protest โ€“ shooting only a worried glance at Iza and a half-shrug at Karuโ€™s form ahead of them.

โ€œOne of Katsumi-senseiโ€™s lessons, perhaps?โ€ Mori asked, scratching a low-lying branch with an errant swipe of his kunai as they passed. Already the trees were blending into one another, indistinguishable in the low light from the canopy above, so a few man-made landmarks could not hurt. โ€œThere are a few poetic ones in the book, which I know you guys have for sure readโ€ฆ and no-one else will have.โ€

And then, in the knowledge that at least one of them hadnโ€™t, he continued, โ€œโ€˜Hear the reeds speak / they tell when to clasp and loose / the sacred arrow.โ€™โ€

Iza grumbled lowly as she walked in step with Mori, catching his side glance and glaring at the back of their 'fearless leader's' head. If it came down to it she would restrain him and she would hope that Mori would assist. Something for her to run by him when she got the chance.

Another roll of her eyes at the mention of Katsumi-sensei and her extensive reading list she thrust on them; as a form of "training". "Yeah, that would work. It's not like anyone would gather what it is. Probably think it's just some death pack poem or somethingโ€ฆ" While Mori was busy cutting into branches on his side of the makeshift path they were creating she opted to do the same.

"Honestly think splitting up is dumb, but whateverโ€ฆ if we need to regroup, because we will, just follow Karu's shouts," She smirked at the both of them before taking off to the higher branches of the surrounding trees leaving the two of them to their own devices.

โ€œIza! Weโ€™ll meet right back here at night!โ€ Karu shouted after Iza as she hopped into the trees, and in the same breath he threw a kunai, sticking it into the tree and marking their place. If they were going to hunt and explore the forest, then it was important that they had a home baseโ€ฆ and this seemed just as good as any. Their craziest adventures wouldnโ€™t be on the first day, right? That would be ridiculous. โ€œMori, how long can the princess be out? Iโ€™ll bring her back tonight!โ€ Karu didnโ€™t even wait for an answer before he was gone, flying into the trees.

Down on the forest floor and suddenly very, very alone, Mori pinched the bridge of his nose and drew his jacket closer to him. The ebb and flow of his connection to Princess Nurunuru tickled, like he was stuck by a leech, but he could feel it stretching away to the east as Karu carried her away. At least he would be able to keep Karu alive through chakra infusions if he got into the thick of it.

Hopefully.

Knowing full well that neither Iza nor Karu were close enough to hear him โ€˜shoutโ€™ (when it would only ever reach the volume of a moderate drone), he called after them, โ€œThis wasnโ€™t what I meant!โ€ A quick hop up onto the nearest branch, and it wasnโ€™t even a question who he was going to follow after โ€“ there was no way he could leave Iza alone out there.


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Meanwhile, in the men's room of The Pit: another daily dose of criminality was taking place; an illegal and illegitimate transaction as was far too common in Oceanside. Logan Prescott carefully counted out his dollar bills then fanned himself with him, accomplishing little but wafting the stale air of a bathroom seldom cleaned in the face of his sometimes-dealer, Big Mac โ€“ a larger man-about-town who was definitely the most understanding of any he'd done business with before.

"What'll it be, Prez? The usual? Or something better?"

The idea certainly did hold some sway over him. Logan scratched at a phantom itch running up his forearm through the cuff of his jacket, until he shook his head decisively. Once every other month was fine for that particular indulgence, he didn't want to get that feeling his old bandmates described as 'the rats'. "Just the usual. But gimme a couple extra โ€“ last payday was mighty and I want to give everyone a good time this weekend. Thanks."

The dealer in the men's room of The Pit didn't even blink at the request, nor did he have to arrange prices with one of his most regular customers. The deal was made (ecstasy taken from an empty tub of chewing gum for a handful of crumpled bills and a handshake) and afterwards, Big Mac pulled out a crushed carton of cigarettes from his inside pocket, holding it out to Logan with a meaty fist. "You do you. Want a smoke?"

Though the outside said they were Marlboros, that was a lie. Logan made a face at the sight of them โ€“ disgust mixing with disappointment of having standards too high to accept a freebie for once. "Cloves? Nah, man you're a fucking monster, get out of here and get yourself something decent," Logan said with a hearty clap on the back, rustling the plastic tucked under his thumb. "Stay healthy will ya?"

As he sauntered out of the men's room, he tugged on the belt of his leather pants to bring them up another tight inch, sliding tonight's get into the back pocket. When the time was right he'd break it out: either he'd be having a wonderful night with the best people he'd ever met in his life (and would be willing to share) or he'd turn a miserable one palatable for himself.

Of course, The Pit wasn't the kind of establishment Logan could cause problems in โ€“ not without taking a massive dump in his own stomping grounds-slash-sometimes place of employment. Plus, Rig would stop letting him skip queues as a professional courtesy, bouncer-to-bouncer, and that was utterly unthinkable; the sort of thing he used to do with The Sinnermen.

Fuck the Sinnermen, he thought with no amount of spite, as he often did whenever anything reminded him of his old bandmates, and hurried towards the bar to dive into the action.

"Did I hear somebody say shots? 'Cus I'll take one too, Robin Hood," Logan said, entering the picture and throwing one arm over the shoulders of Darcy, which was his usual greeting for that particular spitfire, and planting the other on the bar, cigarette dripping ash. It was busy tonight โ€“ a bunch of faces he knew well, a few bodies he wanted to know better (Biblically-speaking), and at least one he pretended not to recognise from the other side of the silver screen.

He winked at the bartender, 'cus that was what one did with bartenders, wasn't it? Didn't matter if it was Robin or Jed, they were getting flirted with; that was Logan's law. "In honour of that brave, brave stiff who followed his dick into the wrong neighborhood, of course. Who brought him?"


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