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Welp, I just got here. From what I've read, I fully agree with Tex on this one, since he seems to have the exact same perception of roleplaying as I do. It's also a reason why I don't write as much on this forum, anymore, ICs or OOCs.

Unfortunately I feel like I have to, for this one and only time.

From personal experience, I think collaborations can and have potential to be healthy for a roleplay, as I myself have done it before.

Where the problem is likely coming from is the excess amount of them, in this specific one. Not only are they painstakingly long and most of the time boring to read, there also lies the risk of making someone feel left out/out of the loop, per se; we can all be adults and take it as you will, but anyone and everyone knows that feeling.

Oh, and to be frank, the reason I've made this mistake of accidentally missing someone's post frequently is because of the collaboration posts confusing the living shit out of me. I've just been really humble about it, and fixed it quietly for those times.

The issue with the whole too-many-collaborations thing is that while plot acceleration is fine and dandy in moderation, too much just really leads to even more confusion and more people feeling left out.

So what's my take on these collborations?

Lessen how frequently they're being made in this first place, involve more people in them, or simply put, go make your own collaboration on the collaboration site.

I'm here to write on Roleplayer Guild like I've done for years.

Take my word for what you will. That's the last I'm saying on the matter, criticize my opinion all you want. I'm focused on writing the actual roleplay, not small talk.
I'll reply tomorrow. Don't do too much without me!
Walter Pierce


Walter nodded, standing aside as the woman made her way into the house. When the man figured that the coast was clear, he eased himself up and kicked a foot against the ground, turning to enter their temporary refuge. By the time he came inside, all of the group members were introducing themselves amongst the strangers, all in their own fashions ranging from casual to strange.

Hanging to the side but stepping into view of the survivors, Walter folded his arms against his chest and watching quietly. For him, there would be time for his own introduction at a later time; he wasn't sure if it was the exhaustion that soured up his mood, or the loss of their home to the walkers. What was certain to him, was that they had lost too many of their own people in the course of a single day, and reality was a bitch.

When the supposed resident of the building came to meet their group, Walter drew a large sigh out of sheer amazement; Alex had been telling the truth, after all. The infant, curled along the woman's arms affectionately, staring at them with all the innocence that the world should have murdered long ago.

Even then, something resonated within the man as he observed the child. Walter knew exactly what kind of trouble a child was in the midst of this crisis, but it was a double-edged sword. If somehow, just maybe, they united the small pockets of humanity like they had done so with Dana Point before, perhaps the child was a ray of hope? A reason to persist, other than the native human instinct to survive?

Nonetheless, the coincidences continued to pile up, and Walter was not short of reactions as Ethan seemingly recognized the woman, even speaking her name in response. He raised an eye, looking at his friend in confusion. "Ethan?" he said in an inquisitive manner, the corner of his eye seeing the woman walk away as the baby began to whine.

With the sudden revelation seemingly coming to Ethan in an announcement, Walter awkwardly lifted a hand to scratch the side of his head. "You don't mean..." he drew out the last syllable, a short laugh in disbelief. "That one?"
I believe (and hope) that after the brief time skip, we'll begin to do stuff.
Ethan left, Walter right

Walter Pierce


It did not take too long to catch the smell of the sewers to enter Walter's nostrils as the man cleared his throat to mask the obvious distaste, scratching his cheek. It was all too incredibly bad, though; these days, it was commonplace to smell and look grimy, as he and the others were likely the exact same. The stench of decomposing corpses and walkers did a good job of being worse, anyway.

Walter raised an eye when the newcomer declared a request to help their group with anything. It wasn't every day that living people walked up to you and asked for your company; frankly, it was quite the opposite, what with the walking dead asking for your flesh between their teeth. "Well, neighbor, I can't say no myself, he took a few steps towards the woman, his vision buzzing about to keep an eye out for any potential walkers that could have followed her. "Let's talk inside with the others, and decide from there. You go on first."

@Acromantula
Oh, alright. I'll reply then. :x
@josephb I used to use Titanpad; it's one of those collaboration websites, yeah. I used it all the time back then when I wrote collabs.
What?!?! Are you two making fun of me or something. If you're not accepting any more players all you had to do is say it.


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