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@Odin
"lack of unified leadership usually leads to different interpretations making it hard for us to know what is the core belief, right? :)"
This is the problem with so many groups and movements nowadays. Feminism springs to mind. That's why we now have 'TIF's vs 'TERF's, and Feminists outright burning the books of other Feminists.
"lack of unified leadership usually leads to different interpretations making it hard for us to know what is the core belief, right? :)"
This is the problem with so many groups and movements nowadays. Feminism springs to mind. That's why we now have 'TIF's vs 'TERF's, and Feminists outright burning the books of other Feminists.
DDLC is definitely overrated. It's nominated for so many awards despite over half of it's most creative ideas being done better by either Undertale or Stanley Parable. Also the first 80% of the game before any of the interesting stuff happens is a cliche-filled slog that's a chore to get through if you actually want to read it. I know it being cliche's kind of the point but it just goes on too long. Like if this game was a ten episode anime, eight of those ten episodes would be boring, boring *BORING* generic saccharine harem anime.
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Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
I have absolutely no issue with GMs putting the last rule of the OOC as "If you have read these rules, put this in your CS".
You'll be amazed how many people don't read the rules and get pissy when they get told off for breaking them as if 'How was I supposed to know the rules?'
You'll be amazed how many people don't read the rules and get pissy when they get told off for breaking them as if 'How was I supposed to know the rules?'
I am interested in this. I have an anime teacher character I'd like to use more, and the idea of a slime girl sounds really cool, but we seem to need more boy students so maybe a Centaur...
Tobias stared through the bottom of his empty bottle, frustrated that he could no longer get drunk since there had been several attempts at his life and he didn't know when the next one would be, just that it probably wouldn't be another thug. He'd killed the last few with his bare hands. He hid out in this alleyway because it was a closed space and as such he was unlikely to get sniped. To sleep, he snuck into a fourth floor warehouse in an alley at the opposite end of the street, being very careful to keep to cover during the journey. But right now, he was in West Point Back Alley. The rest of the dangerous, violent regulars had learned quickly to not bother him, so as the only grubby, unwashed thug there who looked relatively relaxed, he'd stand out to a professional.
That said when he noticed a well-dressed man with a briefcase arrive in the alley, the sense of relaxation left him and he bristled. He didn't think he was suspected yet, but even so, he wanted to close the gap between them. When things kicked off, he wanted to be as close to fist-range as possible in case his assassin had a gun.
"Oi!" he shouted to the gentleman, assuming the character of another thug. "How much is that jacket worth?"
That said when he noticed a well-dressed man with a briefcase arrive in the alley, the sense of relaxation left him and he bristled. He didn't think he was suspected yet, but even so, he wanted to close the gap between them. When things kicked off, he wanted to be as close to fist-range as possible in case his assassin had a gun.
"Oi!" he shouted to the gentleman, assuming the character of another thug. "How much is that jacket worth?"
@Crossfire
Taleste took a seat at the table, and helped herself to as much as everybody else allowed her to take (and one bit of toast more than that). When the Captain asked her what's new, she chuckled dryly. "Yur a regular comedian, Captain. It's been a whole pile o' nuthin for days. I only got out of bed for the smell of breakfast. Thanks fur makin' it, by thuh way!"
And it was true. Taleste had been getting increasingly reclusive as of late, staying in her room for hours at a time and only emerging to eat, answer summons or, when she was bored enough, come out and try to make conversation with an unfortunate victim. Half the ship found her and her alien accent annoying now. Luckily, there were still those who didn't, who were just as reclusive as her. One in particular that she hung out with more than most, and he didn't seem to mind her prescence.
"Tibulus!" Taleste grinned as the skeletal pilot emerged through the doorway. "How ya been, Horrorshow? 'aven't seen you in days!"
Taleste took a seat at the table, and helped herself to as much as everybody else allowed her to take (and one bit of toast more than that). When the Captain asked her what's new, she chuckled dryly. "Yur a regular comedian, Captain. It's been a whole pile o' nuthin for days. I only got out of bed for the smell of breakfast. Thanks fur makin' it, by thuh way!"
And it was true. Taleste had been getting increasingly reclusive as of late, staying in her room for hours at a time and only emerging to eat, answer summons or, when she was bored enough, come out and try to make conversation with an unfortunate victim. Half the ship found her and her alien accent annoying now. Luckily, there were still those who didn't, who were just as reclusive as her. One in particular that she hung out with more than most, and he didn't seem to mind her prescence.
"Tibulus!" Taleste grinned as the skeletal pilot emerged through the doorway. "How ya been, Horrorshow? 'aven't seen you in days!"
"Yes, this is definitely a better idea. Though I'm trained with a sword, I've never owned one of my own. Thank you!" Eilidh replied happily. In truth, she was a creature of sentiment, and whenever she needed shoeing, she had her old horseshoes melted down and made into new ones, so she'd always been wearing the same set in a way. After buckling the sheath to her waist, she cocked her head. "But wait. How are you going to fight now?"
Instead of answering, he gestured them on towards their destination. When Eilidh received a command to stay low, she huffed with annoyed amusement and leaned her upper body forward until she was only the height and inconspicuousness of an adult horse. The downside to this, besides sticking out like a sore thumb, was that it made her cleavage hang, and every time Ian turned round to check on her, he got an eyeful and a half of bare skin. It made for awkward sneaking overall. Eilidh was relieved when they finally reached Coldstep Pass, and could survey the camp that housed their target.
"It's as good a plan as any," the Centaur responded to his proposal. "I'm not good at sneaking, as you may have noticed. I'm large and eye catching. Let me be the distraction. Besides, an open fight with armed assailants suits me fine."
@PaulHaynek
Rebecca watched with thinly veiled horror at the brutal killing of the man. The stories about the Varjan lands were true. In fact, they hadn't been done justice. At least here there was little chance of her being recognised unlike in Varjo itself, where the Order presence was stronger and more intelligent. She decided, they way that they looked at her the moment they turned round, that she must pretend to be a legitimate Priestess of the order once again. It would be riskier to stay silent and try to blend in wearing a dress like this. So she approached the two men with her serene, dignified and confident gait, falling back into the role as if she had only turned traitor yesterday.
"Blessings of the Chief God be upon thee, Gentlemen. What was the crime of that man that you delivered judgement upon?"
@PaulHaynek
I shall post tomorrow
Name: Tobias Wilcox
Appearence: Messy, unkempt straw-coloured hair adorns his head. His face is hard and angled, and his nose has clearly been broken once of twice in his life. He often wonders around in either a leather jacket or a black sweat top, underneath which he always wears a grubby white wife beater. Adorning his lower half are loose fitting cargo pants, and black army boots, which are oddly very clean.
Height: 6"0
Weight: 170 lbs
Abilities & Skills/History: Tobias doesn't look like much but he's tough as nails. Bareknuckle boxs in gambling pits since a young age, Toby can take as much punishment as he can dish out, which is a lot. Eventually picked out for his talent by talent scouts, he was trained extensively in MMA and amateur wrestling before being used for big money fighting pits, where he became notorious for outright killing his opponents with nothing but the sheer strength of his punches, though occasionally he'd choke an opponent to death. He was also known to kill people outside of fights if they got in his way, and as such and police officer who knew about him was too scared to arrest him.
Equipment: None
Appearence: Messy, unkempt straw-coloured hair adorns his head. His face is hard and angled, and his nose has clearly been broken once of twice in his life. He often wonders around in either a leather jacket or a black sweat top, underneath which he always wears a grubby white wife beater. Adorning his lower half are loose fitting cargo pants, and black army boots, which are oddly very clean.
Height: 6"0
Weight: 170 lbs
Abilities & Skills/History: Tobias doesn't look like much but he's tough as nails. Bareknuckle boxs in gambling pits since a young age, Toby can take as much punishment as he can dish out, which is a lot. Eventually picked out for his talent by talent scouts, he was trained extensively in MMA and amateur wrestling before being used for big money fighting pits, where he became notorious for outright killing his opponents with nothing but the sheer strength of his punches, though occasionally he'd choke an opponent to death. He was also known to kill people outside of fights if they got in his way, and as such and police officer who knew about him was too scared to arrest him.
Equipment: None
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