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How's about no?
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When you go from walking around at 5am like a half shut knife to bouncing out your bed 10 minutes before the alarm goes off within a month of early starts at work. Self-improvement, ho!
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Celebrating the one-month anniversary of my RP starting! 135 IC posts already and still growing. Also still accepting players, so hop on over if you are interested in gritty superheroes. All welcome!
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How to know when your day as a home shopper will be busy - when your boss can't be arsed counting all the orders to pick so he logs the official total as 'mental' :-P
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Best feelings as a GM #1 - Sitting at work cackling because a player has literally set up an amazing plot hook without realising it. *evil chuckle*
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Bio
Well, where to begin?
I found my love of roleplays through a brief block of sessions of D&D when I screwed up enough and brought an class from an entirely different plane to join the main party. After following the plot to the end - which involved our dwarven pilot flying a gunship while simultaneously controlling 4 cannons by tying string around them - we ended up crashing through a portal onto a different plane. When attempting to formulate a plan, one of the PCs delivered a line that has stayed with me ever since.
"Ask the artificer, he's already done it once."
Since then, I've done a 3+ year RP between two players - using the FATE system - in which we created an entire city through creating mentally unstable characters and callus cold-blooded killers. One particularly nasty NPC came about by a sheer accident, when the melee-build character out-snarked the diplomat. Which was much more fun than it sounds. Had a bad experience with this site before, in which the GM didn't plan far enough ahead to include any NPCs whatsoever, and the other characters had no interest in Player-to-Player interactions outside of their own 2-man group. Needless to say, it died with incredible speed, which was a shame.
But I was tempted back by a friend to play a Pokemon RP despite having no knowledge whatsoever of the topic outside of Gen 1 stuff, and even that was years ago. Despite everything, I've not only been holding my own, but coming up with a completely separate sub-plot from the main plot, and making the GM's life a misery. (Sorry Zan!)
My writing style draws heavily from the likes of Worm and The Dresden Files, which means I can do a great deal of two things. Snark and Escalation. Outside of that, I like to think i'm a dynamic roleplayer, but I prefer sticking to High Fantasy sort of settings. Anything Slice of Life-y doesn't do it for me. Unless i'm slinging magic, psuedo-magic or demons (while snarking at whoever is unlucky enough to warrant it) I feel as though I could be doing something more entertaining with my time. When it comes to RP systems, I enjoy FATE or narrative based things.
My first RP which I am GMing on this site is themed around Dragon Age as carried on from the far superior (in my humble opinion) plot of the first game.
That's pretty much all there is to know about me that people would actually care about. I'll update it as I do with important changes or epic moments. Until then, feel free to PM me if you have questions or invites to stuff, and i'll respond as soon as I can. ^.^
I found my love of roleplays through a brief block of sessions of D&D when I screwed up enough and brought an class from an entirely different plane to join the main party. After following the plot to the end - which involved our dwarven pilot flying a gunship while simultaneously controlling 4 cannons by tying string around them - we ended up crashing through a portal onto a different plane. When attempting to formulate a plan, one of the PCs delivered a line that has stayed with me ever since.
"Ask the artificer, he's already done it once."
Since then, I've done a 3+ year RP between two players - using the FATE system - in which we created an entire city through creating mentally unstable characters and callus cold-blooded killers. One particularly nasty NPC came about by a sheer accident, when the melee-build character out-snarked the diplomat. Which was much more fun than it sounds. Had a bad experience with this site before, in which the GM didn't plan far enough ahead to include any NPCs whatsoever, and the other characters had no interest in Player-to-Player interactions outside of their own 2-man group. Needless to say, it died with incredible speed, which was a shame.
But I was tempted back by a friend to play a Pokemon RP despite having no knowledge whatsoever of the topic outside of Gen 1 stuff, and even that was years ago. Despite everything, I've not only been holding my own, but coming up with a completely separate sub-plot from the main plot, and making the GM's life a misery. (Sorry Zan!)
My writing style draws heavily from the likes of Worm and The Dresden Files, which means I can do a great deal of two things. Snark and Escalation. Outside of that, I like to think i'm a dynamic roleplayer, but I prefer sticking to High Fantasy sort of settings. Anything Slice of Life-y doesn't do it for me. Unless i'm slinging magic, psuedo-magic or demons (while snarking at whoever is unlucky enough to warrant it) I feel as though I could be doing something more entertaining with my time. When it comes to RP systems, I enjoy FATE or narrative based things.
My first RP which I am GMing on this site is themed around Dragon Age as carried on from the far superior (in my humble opinion) plot of the first game.
That's pretty much all there is to know about me that people would actually care about. I'll update it as I do with important changes or epic moments. Until then, feel free to PM me if you have questions or invites to stuff, and i'll respond as soon as I can. ^.^
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Awesome ^.^
Please do, Vita, would love to read it =)
I'd suggest to read the series, but it would probably lead to more metagaming. =P
Marquis <3
Ardent. Not a *single* mention of Jack Slash? =P
I'll remember to take strands of silk, just in case we meet xD
Prism? xD
Carson
He hadn’t had much sleep lately. Was his lack of progress down to that?
No, he was making excuses again. He had no leads, because there were no leads. Puppeteers were behind these killings, he was sure of it now, but he had nothing to go on.
Carson sat upright at his desk and glanced at the time. Half past ten. Good, he had managed a few hours sleep at the expense of slow progression, if any. Looking out of the window, and seeing the rain,he grabbed his coat before heading out for a walk. No chance he would get back to sleep tonight, now.
It had been a strange month, looking back. Thinking about a few weeks ago where he sat for endless hours looking over evidence that didn’t add up, didn’t make any sense, and thought it wasn’t too different now, he had a better idea of what to look for. He chuckled.
I owe that to her, I guess.
A night not unlike this one, sitting in his house, stressing over the job he couldn’t do, the people he couldn’t save, steadily losing faith in himself, and slipping into serious depression. And then, she came.
Melody.
She explained what she was, where she had come from, even why she had come. He didn’t know what to think. For a few moments, he thought he had cracked, lost his mind. When she didn’t leave the next day, he began to believe her. His Doll. Melody explained about the puppeteers, too. This led him to the conclusion that it must be them behind the murders. He began bearing that in mind when he examined crime scenes and found little clues that supported the theory, or at least, that whatever was committing the murders wasn’t human.
She had also shown deep concern over his well being, trying to ensure he was well rested, eating enough and generally taking good care of himself. It had been annoying at first, but he really hadn’t been focusing on himself enough over the past months and she meant well, so Carson would silently acknowledge her nagging.
Walking through the doors of a shop a short walk from his apartment, he bought himself a coffee, and began his journey back. His phone rang from his bag, and he answered on the third ring. Turns out, he wouldn’t get his night off.There had been reports of screams nearby his apartment, and he would arrive long before and other officers. No way would he refuse.
“I’ll be there shortly.” He hung up the phone and placed in back into his pocket.”You there, Melody?”
A subtle reply came, one only he would notice. Although he felt bad about it, Melody was instructed to keep herself invisible unless an absolute emergency arose, or Carson told her otherwise. He was 99% sure she would have followed him out the door anyway, even if he had told her to stay behind.
“Good, let’s get going.”
They began running towards the area which the report came from.
He hadn’t had much sleep lately. Was his lack of progress down to that?
No, he was making excuses again. He had no leads, because there were no leads. Puppeteers were behind these killings, he was sure of it now, but he had nothing to go on.
Carson sat upright at his desk and glanced at the time. Half past ten. Good, he had managed a few hours sleep at the expense of slow progression, if any. Looking out of the window, and seeing the rain,he grabbed his coat before heading out for a walk. No chance he would get back to sleep tonight, now.
It had been a strange month, looking back. Thinking about a few weeks ago where he sat for endless hours looking over evidence that didn’t add up, didn’t make any sense, and thought it wasn’t too different now, he had a better idea of what to look for. He chuckled.
I owe that to her, I guess.
A night not unlike this one, sitting in his house, stressing over the job he couldn’t do, the people he couldn’t save, steadily losing faith in himself, and slipping into serious depression. And then, she came.
Melody.
She explained what she was, where she had come from, even why she had come. He didn’t know what to think. For a few moments, he thought he had cracked, lost his mind. When she didn’t leave the next day, he began to believe her. His Doll. Melody explained about the puppeteers, too. This led him to the conclusion that it must be them behind the murders. He began bearing that in mind when he examined crime scenes and found little clues that supported the theory, or at least, that whatever was committing the murders wasn’t human.
She had also shown deep concern over his well being, trying to ensure he was well rested, eating enough and generally taking good care of himself. It had been annoying at first, but he really hadn’t been focusing on himself enough over the past months and she meant well, so Carson would silently acknowledge her nagging.
Walking through the doors of a shop a short walk from his apartment, he bought himself a coffee, and began his journey back. His phone rang from his bag, and he answered on the third ring. Turns out, he wouldn’t get his night off.There had been reports of screams nearby his apartment, and he would arrive long before and other officers. No way would he refuse.
“I’ll be there shortly.” He hung up the phone and placed in back into his pocket.”You there, Melody?”
A subtle reply came, one only he would notice. Although he felt bad about it, Melody was instructed to keep herself invisible unless an absolute emergency arose, or Carson told her otherwise. He was 99% sure she would have followed him out the door anyway, even if he had told her to stay behind.
“Good, let’s get going.”
They began running towards the area which the report came from.
I'm reading, i'm reading =P
Minder, you read it too? =D
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