The Internet: Where people with no balls can resort to trolling people anonymously so they don't get their asses kicked.
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8 yrs ago
A friend of mine once told me that 'it's only ego if you can't back it up'. Too many people like to confuse confidence for arrogance -- there's a big difference.
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8 yrs ago
Not to get all psychological, but some people are actually just 'wired' to take things people say literally. I'm like that to an extent, but I've learned that people here are usually just shitposting.
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8 yrs ago
Happy Anniversary, Ailyn. Six years ago, you gave me a kindred soul, and brought light into a life which for all intents and purposes had been mostly nothing but darkness.
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8 yrs ago
Valentine's Day's bittersweet when you've endured a long-distance relationship for over five years. Here's to celebrating the strength of a meaningful bond, instead of taking a shallow and easy path.
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Bio
"Let us partake in a gathering -- the entertainment is a game of life and death..."
This bio will get reconstructed once I've left the site for good. I'll be collecting my data in the background for now, and sorting some loose ends. I'll be on and off to do it, so don't think I'm back if you see me around. Once I've dealt with everything, I'll log out properly and remove my 'ghost' status, and that'll be the last this site sees of me. This community is in serious need of growing up, and I'm not the least bit surprised that role-plays die here so frequently.
The 'Grim Reaper's Gambit' role-play is likely to reboot elsewhere eventually. The role-play will have some modifications, so contact me if you're curious since the original project won't accurately explain everything. There's no determined date for it to happen yet, since I've got other priorities and I'm not investing a lot of time in it until enough of the people interested have free time to properly commit (lack of dedication on the part of some players practically destroyed the previous version; it's very apparent it would've died even if I hadn't decided to leave). There's a group that're quite interested, but most of them are busy.
Anyway, come back later for an update later -- or don't; it's your life.
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Contact Details
Tell me who you are or I possibly won't accept the request, since I assume most requests are bots. Yes, people who I rarely/never spoke to - or who never met me - while I was still here are welcome. No, those who disrespected me (and aren't sorry) while I was here or are trolls/immature in general aren't welcome. Also, keep in mind that not all of these are currently being used actively, so friend request replies might be delayed on some of them.
Playstation Network (PSN): Shoryu_Magami (I'm fairly easy to contact through here, though I'm not really gaming much due to my main project's workload.)
Discord: Shoryu Magami#4323 (Unlike Skype, I primarily text chat on this instead of voice chat. It's currently one of the easiest ways to find me. It causes my PC a lot of problems though.)
Yeah, I figured something like that happened. I'll still be good to post once things're active again, despite having my own role-play to run on the site now. My morale's been getting very bad lately due to my PC progressively making me lose more work that I need to recover, and the role-play I'm running is the only thing really keeping my mind state good enough to have even bothered sticking with this site.
I've omitted Cecil's mention of the specific name of his world (a.k.a. Earth), in order to avoid killing the conversation before anything you said could happen. I'm thinking it makes sense that he's not quite as thorough about the details as I am, so it makes sense if he takes an extra post or two to think about saying it in comparison to me.
On your end, I think you need to write her response in a way that involves her only responding to his entire explanation after he's finished mentioning the Dragoon part as well. I actually did write his response pointing out that he only stopped for a brief moment between sentences to think about how to word himself, but I've taken the liberty of adding an extra line to emphasize that she wouldn't have had enough time to interrupt him.
This should get us back on track.
Basically, that's my solution to the Cecil/Freya issue. I'll post up a reply with Cecil once it's taken care of.
The only other major topic of discussion was whether or not I'd reveal Mateus screwing with Cosmos' summoning directly or not (a.k.a. whether or not you think he should suggest it to Chaos as part of the IC, since I imagine Chaos and the others might find it confusing if the good guys all get messed around without an explanation and Mateus could also use this to build favour with the villains/Chaos).
The actual likelihood of my stuff being all sorted in a few weeks is pretty small, so I think we'll be better off just continuing. Apart from the stuff which got lost yesterday and the week previously, I've got a several year backlog of work to organize on not only this PC but also paper notes, USBs, et cetera. It'll be a very long and frustrating process.
Having a role-play like this to put my time into it while I try to deal with it all is better for my morale, honestly. That's one of the reasons that I'm in a better mood when the OOC here is somewhat active, and it makes dealing with my workload a lot less stressful too. So yeah, it's better if we keep this up. All it means is I could randomly become more difficult to contact at times, though not too much since I usually leave at least one tab on my PC running this site in the background just so I can make regular checks for activity.
I figured I should let you all know (Ailyn knows) that roughly two or three hours ago my PC decided to have another one of its major breakdowns. Before even getting close to recovering all the information I'd lost last weak, I've now lost a shit lot more, which I'm currently in the process of trying to solve. The remnants are barely recognizable, and heaven only knows if my persistence will be enough to make this work.
Long story short -- I honestly don't know what my condition is right now. I've already gone close to a day without sleep, and now I'm probably about to be forced to do another all-nighter just so try and see what's even salvageable. Nevertheless, I'll keep an eye on this thread since it's basically the main reason I'm sticking around this site now, and I want to make it work considering all the effort I put into it and the interest you've all given it.
For the time being, this is your benevolent overlord giving you a status report.
No problem. It's like tsukune said -- there's no rush.
While I do want to keep this thread relatively active, both with the IC and the OOC (since, as Snaggle said, a healthy OOC makes a role-play healthy in general), I don't want people to feel pressured to post in the IC ridiculously fast. I set the schedule as a week (even if that would make the thread move pretty slowly) because that sounds reasonable to me, but we can either post a lot quicker than that or stick to that schedule.
I think it'd be helpful if people just try to keep the OOC active to an extent when they can, like how me and Snaggle have been doing. I'm also quite curious to see how people are taking to these NPCs I'm introducing both in the IC and the character tab.
Alright, cheers for letting me know, though I pretty much assumed that's why you got quieter in the OOC and in PM. Take care, and we'll use whatever conversation time we can get.
I know you're juggling this and the Danganronpa role-play, and people aren't meant to feel pressured to post daily or anything anyway. I'm mostly just hoping this thread stays alive and healthy.
Suddenly, the teacup shattered into pieces that were sent flying, causing the man to jump up from his chair in a startled manner, dropping the newspaper as the seat hit the ground behind him.
Turning around in multiple directions, as if frantically searching for a possible cause, the man noticed a girl sitting on a chair at another eatery on the opposite site of street, holding a slingshot. She looked around twelve years old or so, seemingly a little under five feet tall, and was fairly lean from the look of her. Her skin was the sort of light colour one would expect from a Caucasian, while her long - roughly halfway down her back, and generally a bit uneven; even slightly messy - Tosca rose (sort of a rose-tinted light maroon) coloured hair was a bit less conventional, uneven bangs framing down her forehead and then longer ones down the sides of her face. She had a deadpan expression on her face that looked bored, and her emerald green eyes stood out quite a bit due to how expressional and inquisitive they appeared. The stick of a lollipop was hanging out of her mouth. Her outfit consisted of a pair of sneakers, denim jeans, and a black t-shirt. Over the top half of her outfit, she was wearing a grey raincoat with the hood up despite the relatively pleasant weather.
"Hey, you brat! What do you think you're doing!?" the man yelled out at the girl, who seemingly made no reaction at all.
"Coll," a stern voice spoke out suddenly with an accent that sounded vaguely Irish even though he was speaking in French, "are you causing trouble again...?" continued the man who walked out of the building with a bag of takeaway.
The man who approached the girl appeared in his early-mid thirties, and was tall - definitely slightly over six feet - in comparison to the girl, with a slightly lean build that still looked very athletic and had broad shoulders. To be exact, he would have looked fairly muscular if not for the large black trench coat that covered nearly his entire outfit due to it reaching down almost to his feet, with the collar pulled up and covering most of his neck as well. The trench coat was left open, allowing his black pants, black belt with a silver buckle, and untucked dress shirt that was a very dark grey - virtually indistinguishable from black - to be clearly visible, and he was wearing black shoes. The collar button of the shirt and the one below it were both left undone. The man himself had light skin like the girl, also appearing like a Caucasian. His piercing grey-blue eyes appeared calm and focused, but were clearly looking at the girl in a scolding manner, at least to anyone who could see them from behind the pair of rimless sunglasses that he was wearing, which had small and completely round black lenses -- they looked more like black spectacles than regular sunglasses. His short hair was medium brown and slicked back for the most part, while it had a little extra volume at the top since the back part mostly stuck out behind his head slightly while the front had a more unkempt look to it -- bangs spiked out in a variety of directions.
"Who the hell are you!? Is this brat your kid!?" the man said out loud as he approached the two.
The stranger with the sunglasses turned to face the other man and placed the takeaway bag down on the table next to the girl, as well as the suitcase in his other hand. He placed one hand up behind his head and scratched his hair slightly with a somewhat sheepish look on his face.
"Oh, my name is Lawrence Cody. I'm a journalist from Ireland, and this is my daughter Colleen." he stated, turning to the girl, "Coll, apologize to the man!" Lawrence scolded.
"Sorry..." Colleen said half-heartedly, rolling her eyes slowly before she turned around and slumped down on the chair, taking out her portion of the takeaway from the bag and starting to eat.
"You need to keep that brat under control! Take the damn slingshot from her or something!" the man said.
"Yeah, sorry about that..." Lawrence replied, scratching his head again, "She can be a real monster sometimes..." he continued, moving his hand back down and taking a moment to adjust his sunglasses slightly with one finger, "Coll, give it to me." he ordered without raising his voice, causing Colleen to nonchalantly place it out on the table without saying anything or looking back at either of them, as she kept munching away at her burger.
Lawrence took a moment to open up his suitcase, turning to the man as he did, "So, what did she break...?" he asked.
"Huh...!? Oh, a teacup -- messed up my newspaper too!" the man replied.
As Lawrence handed the money over, the man was more shocked than anything, actually having to stop his jaw from dropping. "Sure! ... Just make sure it doesn't happen again!" he said, getting a bit distracted by the money and almost forgetting how angry he was for a moment.
"Of course." Lawrence said with a smile, and then he rummaged through the suitcase again, "Oh yeah, one more thing..."
"Yeah, what?" the man replied.
"Perhaps you can help me with something -- you see, I'm looking for someone, and all I know is they're in Paris..." Lawrence said, pulling out a piece of paper and showing the man a photo of the person in question, "If you happen to see him, would you call the number on the back? I'm offering a reward for any leads..." he stated.
"A reward? Yeah, alright. If I find out anything, I'll call you." the man said.
"I appreciate it. That'd be great." Lawrence replied, his eyes turning slightly as he noticed Olivia, "Oh, excuse me miss!" he said with a calm look on his face, "Could I have a moment of your time?"
Unlike Leonard, Olivia is stated to have a firm understanding of French, so I've chosen to write their dialogue in English despite everything spoken by these people being in French.
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