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I love those times when you've got a few really good, high-potential stories in the making and all you wanna do is write. It's like all my stars have aligned.
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I love those times when you've got a few really good, high-potential stories in the making and all you wanna do is write. It's like all my stars have aligned.
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I also feel like the idea that there is now a hypothesised generational divide between people who used to 'RP' on IM and people who write good content on forums is pathetic. Why start this crap?
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You could also have long-form stories over text, however complaining about long-form, detailed posts (as this began as), seems both ludicrous and worthy of IM.
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Sometime it's less about writing some shitty slice-of-life RP in IM, and more about creating a coherent and valued story among like-minded people. Something you'd need an actual platform for.
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I always forget how quiet it is here in the British mornings. Timezones are not our friend.
This story will begin the day after a consortium of intergalactic races introduce themselves to mankind and propose to invite them into their midst as peers. Humankind at this point has stretched out beyond the moon and has set up numerous bases and terraformed all the planets within our solar system. The consortium has noticed our successes and praises our arts, recognising we are very advanced. They also noted however that we are an angry race, which is not a huge issue as we are still young and in our rebellious stage, but that if humans were to be accepted they must come to terms with more than melanin levels. So humankind accepts, and us - the writers - continue from there. Where we go and what we do is entirely up to you.
Aims
This is not a grimdark story about the dangers of trusting aliens, nor is this a kiddie story where we all live happily together. One person may be pessimistic and another may be optimistic; it all depends on how your character views the unfolding events. Some people may not care about what is happening while others immediately set off in search of their planets to learn or to fight. Some have a moderate interest and will watch the news but they have work to do. Unfortunately, I will only allow writers to portray humans because this story is viewed from a larger, single standpoint: what would humans do? What would you do?
Seeing as we have colonised our entire solar system, there are a lot of people doing a lot of things and going to a lot of places, even more so now that we have an entire new universe to adventure to. Therefore, despite us all writing this story together, I want to say that you may never actually meet a lot of the other characters. I will have to restrict too many isolated characters as that is incredibly boring, but if your character is the Head of Commerce and suddenly bans the sale of tobacco, this will have an effect on the tobacco trader currently running between Venus and Jupiter. It's the little details that count in the big places.
Another aspect I have been contemplating is the aliens. I am not a highly imaginative person, and so wouldn't wish to create a whole boatload of races that frankly everyone finds bland and trite. So what I am offering is the chance for other writers to contribute in a huge way to this effort. Create any kind of race you want, and seeing as it is a whole bunch of different people creating a whole bunch of different races, I think it could be something marvellous. This too goes for planets and cities. If a writer is the first one to reach a city, they are free to describe that place as much as they want as long as it is in accordance with the characteristics of the race.
I intend this story to be enormous. Hopefully there will be double digit numbers investing words, actions and emotions into this brave new world, so that this isn't just another space adventure. I am fully open to allowing this to be wacky (within a large boundary, of course), delving into things that many other by-the-book space stories haven't allowed. Along with that, I am also imagining the power plays that will be occurring in the political climate, and this may branch into intergalactic wars and huge moves if we do some incredible things here. I want this to be relatively unprecedented, reaching new levels of depth, growth and interest.
This isn't the DM's story here, this is a whole universes story at play.
The first sighting could really be somewhere around 5,000 years ago, but we weren't deemed worthy then. That was probably about the time when the Consortium of Intergalactic Relations noted us down as in our 'infancy stages'. To be fair, we were still hitting things with pointy rocks. Infants would be right. Then the Egyptians, and they noticed our advancement in the arts, more drawings and writings, a special care for what would evolve to be the defining point of humanity, our need to express ourselves if we're sad, happy, or anywhere in between, but our most vile aspects were beginning to form too. Pudgy and uneducated at first, our wars and killings were a horrible mess and inefficient, which made them seem all the worse.
In '46 before they crashed at Roswell, they saw us at our worst. Berlin was still ablaze and Europe was healing deep, unrepairable cracks in its relationships. You can't say sorry for fire-bombs. As Wilfred Owen once wrote, 'Rending the sails of progress. / Rent or furled / Are all Art's ensigns. Verse wails. Now begin / Famines of thought and feeling.' Those famines and storms he talked about didn't end for a century after the First World War, but when the CIR did return, they were happy with the results. Humanity had grown past the constant need for bullets and tanks. Of course there were still wars and murder and hate crimes, that wouldn't go. Not ever, the human race was far too stubborn. But now they didn't go searching for it, and that was all the Consortium was wanting. By 2025 we were content to not prowl for war, but were comfortable enough that if we did unjustifiable wrong, we knew what to expect.
And the Consortium came, happy to welcome us, but they forgot we were humans, and it had only taken us 5,000 years not to commit wars against people for melanin levels. I too would be a little taken aback if someone fired nuclear warheads at me while trying to find a parking spot for my mothership, but they brushed it off and continued their efforts. It was valiant, I think we can all agree on that. To drop anchor in our atmosphere and say 'hello, it's us, the aliens, come and chat with us' is a brave thing to do, but also stupid, and I think that says something too. If a stupid, but unknowingly-large conglomerate squats over your planet, do you open your mouth and chew? There was another, and much more likely answer though: they simply thought we were better than we actually were.
Despite our attack, they stayed, and I for one am glad they did, because this new universe is something to behold.
-Online Vlogger's thoughts on our first legitimate contact
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It's 2025, and perched on an invisible branch like a robotic condor, an elegant spaceship watches over the two-legged gawking ants. When the first nukes soared silently, almost serenely, over the horizon, curling ever so gently, you didn't know what was going to happen. It didn't seem real. No way was a missile flying over your head to obliterate an alien spaceship. Well, no way indeed. The nuke got about a kilometer within range before it simply vanished and the trails of billowing vapour in the air curled apart languidly. People watching didn't know how to react, there was just so much amazing and impossible things happening in such quick succession. Nothing moves, the wind refuses to exhale, and finally a banner - a banner of all things - unravels in the gales hundreds of meters above, reading simply 'WE ARE FRIENDLY'. When someone comes prepared with streamers, it seems correct to lend them your ear. An hour later, the south lawn of 1600 Pennsylvania Drive seems a lot smaller than usual with the shadow of the ship turning the White House into the Black House, and outside, armed to the teeth, was every special forces branch available to deploy, encircled on a small patch only 10 meters or so in diameter. The President, John Olsen, stands nervously on the periphery of this jagged, pulsating circle of swear and adrenaline. It is not long before a large hatch on the underbelly of the spacecraft breaches, the bolts turning in their place heard all the way down on the trimmed grass. Hundreds of feet away the wind can be heard whistling between the legs of the watchers, and the metal fences creak as thousands of pounds worth of force is applied absent-mindedly. A shuttle speeds down rapidly, and the slide and click of automatic rifles accompany the soft landing. The sounds of safeties being turned off shuts out the quite hissing of the shuttle doors opening, and out from the gloomy pod steps a single lifeform. "Are guns entirely necessary? I refuse to believe your first instinct if an alien willingly visits you is to point firearms at them. Mr Oslen, I presume?" the figure asked to the sweaty man in the pristine suit. It was about 5'11" and quite thin, with an extraordinarily tiny mouth with little pebble eyes, clear blue. It's ears were large gaping slits with the lips at the back spreading a little wider than those at the front, and they curved down across its cheekbones to where a typical humans nostrils would be. "It's Olsen, actually, but yes, that is correct. And what's your name?" the President asked in an attempt to be polite, but his eyes kept drawing to the twitching lips on the side of the aliens head. "I apologise, English is a pretty tricky language, and there's already roughly 4,600 other languages in there. Give or take. You know how it is, intergalactic power plays and all that." The alien laughed, with sounded more like a long-term smoker gargling salt water. "Well I'm Thv'ar, and I'm from the planet Vrou'k, so that makes me a Vrieak. How does that make you feel, Mr Olsen, knowing you are the first person to undoubtedly make contact with other lifeforms?" Thv'ar asked. He had meant it to be polite but the look on the President's face indicated it had come off as patronising, like a professor of mathematics calling a 10-year-old an idiot for getting his multiplications wrong. "I'm quite grateful that it is me you've chosen, but it still begs the question about what the nature of this... visit is," the President said. Thv'ar stuck out his ungainly, seven-fingered hand but Olsen looked cautious, as if either of them could die from touch. "You won't shake my hand? My researcher assured me this was common courtesy on Earth," Thv'ar said. A look of confusion (we assume) crossed his face. "It is, yes, but wouldn't me being human and you being... Vrieak... have a different immune system?" Olsen asked. "Yeah, but as long as you haven't used soap any time over the past year and a half we should be okay," Thv'ar said, outstretching has hand even more. President Olsen got a panicked look on his face before Thv'ar 'laughed' again. "I'm kidding! I have had all my immunisations and you humans aren't susceptible to any of our pathogens, bacteria, or viruses." The President looked less panicked, and shook his hand slowly. "Now, down to business?" he asked, gesturing towards the White House.
"You still haven't told me the nature of your visit, Mr Thv'ar," the President said as he settled into his chair in the Oval Office. "It's really quite simple actually. If you'll indulge me for a moment, I'd be happy to explain a little about who I represent and what our aims are for you here," Thv'ar said. He smiled and placed a little green triangle on the desk. "Green is my favourite colour," he added as the President eyed it curiously. Thv'ar pressed a button and Olsen flinched slightly, earning a disapproving look from the visitor. A hologram flickered in the air with various images swirling around. "Apologies," Olsen said meekly. "We're not all anal probers, you know," Thv'ar said, slightly upset. "I represent the Consortium of Intergalactic Relations, or the CIR for short, and our aim is to watch and evaluate the... younger species in our universe until we determine they are mature enough to join us. If they become unruly and decide not to, we mark them down on a black list as dangerous. The CIR would be your United Nations I believe, except we take action when things get out of hand. If the black listed race causes trouble with infant races or CIR members, we will provide aid to those who are being hassled. But we aren't just a peacekeeping force, we are essentially a government for the universe. We have our own markets, trading routes with discounts from other CIR members, we have relaxed borders with each other to help increase tourism and awareness, and we share knowledge. I want to assure you from the get-go that this is not an invasion or take-over, this really is just us recognising that Humankind has grown-up and can handle itself. We'll scratch that incident with the nukes from the history textbooks, but you didn't shoot me when I landed which is a good start," Thv'ar said. "You've given me a few reasons to join your... organisation. These are reasons I can accept, but I have no proof that, one, you people, aliens, whatever, are telling the truth, and two, this is legitimate," the President responded. "We figured you'd say that, which is why I had market portfolios printed for you - what peculiar machines those printers are - and a regulation handbook for the CIR translated for you," the Vrieak said, handing over the odd-textured sheets. "This isn't paper, is it?" Olsen asked. "I have no idea what it is, I just had my engineers guess how a printer worked and we mushed stuff up to get the material," Thv'ar responded. It was in fact normal paper, just different trees. Olsen scanned the market print-outs, nodding occasionally and frowning more often. "What would be the dollar to thisexchange rate?" Thv'ar grimaced. "This is where things don't go as planned. Seeing as Earth has very little to offer right now, it would be low. My experts are thinking a dollar for 0.04 Volvs. However, this is where our buddy program and the knowledge sharing comes into play. We'll give you the knowledge to build your own industry that would help benefit the economy, which I absolutely assure you is stable, and from there we can expect to see a significant increase in your rates within 30 years." "30 years! We don't have 30 years! How much is it for cheap food at the average diner?" "Around ¬3. And you'll excuse me if I interject, but you're a new candidate with no skills, a highly unpredictable people, and you can't even keep control of your global economy! You'll excuse us if we don't quite trust you yet with the universal stock market. And anyway, the universe has been around for nearly 14 billion years, you can wait another 30 to buy a hamburger, you oaf," Thv'ar finished. His ear lips were huffing furiously yet the alien himself looked calm. "You called me an alien earlier, too. I'd like to point out that you're an alien to me. It's all the same boat, my friend." Thv'ar stood up and looked around. "I'm not sure if this was such an good idea as I had thought. So long, Mr President." "Wait. Forgive me. This has all been, straining, to say the least. Take a seat, please," Olsen said, indicating to the recently-vacant chair. Thv'ar took it again. "The people of this planet will never accept such a low exchange rate. I would know, because I wouldn't. What if we abolished our own currencies and took up the Volv?" Thv'ar looked at him, interested. "It would turn out to around $1 to ¬0.45, maybe ¬0.5 if I talk to them, because I'm strating to enjoy you humans for al your angry little quirks. It would also probably increase within up to 15 years since you're fully invested. Would you be willing to do that?" "I think so." "Okay then. You'll need a leader, someone to liason with us. We much to prefer it isn't a nation leader already, preferably someone unknown but with good reasoning, quick, incorruptible as much as possible, and definitely articulate. Electing a nation leader as world leader causes issues, we've found. We do have a lot more to discuss though, and then we'd like for you to call a summit meeting to discuss with your fellow national leaders. We're hoping you can communicate what we talk about at that meeting." Thv'ar stood up and collected his green triangle. "After you," he gestured to the door. The two beings, side-by-side, exited the White House and travelled up to Thv'ar's ceremonial traveller ship, and one lucky photographer, a nobody within the flashes and the bulbs, captured the defining moment of the new era: Thv'ar, the Vrieak, and John Olsen, the Human, walking together in stride, laughing at a passing joke, a moment of genuine brotherly happiness that cemented the positive image of interplanetary visitors
The image of the President of the United States and the Director of the Consortium of Intergalactic Relations beemed across the solar system in an instant, hitting the screens of holiday goers on Io and miners on Venus alike. System Guards far beyond Pluto watch the articles unfold online and discuss what this means for them, while pirates hidden in the belts of Jupiter wonder what this means for them as well. Their life had went from a town to a country to a planet to a solar system, and now to a universe.
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John Olsen came back from the ship and summoned a meeting of all the leaders that very day. he relayed to them what he had been told and the contracts which they would agree to, but they were set in their ways. Thv'ar came down to help soothe any confusions over, and by sundown Earth had agreed to join the Consortium. The next day, every country on Earth plied through its databases looking at records of schooling, employments, medical tests, anything that would help determine who the ideal candidate was to be their spokesperson to the stars. It turned out that person was Sean Dowall, 28-year-old Irish joiner. Ex-British Army and a fan of a good weekend drink, Sean was the tactical leader of his friends. He knew the best pubs at the best times, the best bets at the bookies at any ground with any player, and he had zero filter. Sean was promoted from joiner to Human Liason to the CIR the next day.
What comes next, in this unprecedented new universe, is your story. The plot is unwritten, the characters unhatched. How you shape space is your choice. Do it together, do it alone. Do it violently or politically. Do it on Earth or do it lost in the void. How you shape the universe is your choice, but there are always consequences.
I am looking for a lot of people to join this. I don't mean 8 or 9, I would like this to be double digits, going as high as possible. I would like such a large amount of writers crafting this place that wherever a writer wants to take their character, there is interaction. New relationships, feuds, a brand new quest. Nothing is off limits. Explore your creativeness and build what you want. Build races, as I am creatively-challenged and would hate to make 10 of the same, so make your favourite alien and bring them to life. There won't be a DM guiding your hand through this. Nor is there a Big Bad Evil Guy to fight. The enemy is whoever you pick a fight with. The good guys are whoever sees your point of view. Quests are whatever you want to do and they're not objective. You could just trade and I would be happy as you are still crafting a world, even indirectly. The smallest ripple has the furthest reaches.
Guidelines
I may be okay with you being a loner and flying solo, but that doesn't make it fun for the other writers. Consider some interaction at least every now and again.
I said you can be creative, but no banana machine guns, y'know? Get inventive but if it gets too out-of-the-realm-of-possibility I'll have to veto it slightly.
No God-modding! You're just a person doing their thang in space! Have enough power that is in reason!
You can only be human as this is also a story of how humans would react to this news, and how they would proceed. How would you proceed?
I am okay with strong language and strong violence as well as drug use, but keep the sexual stuff to a PG level.
There is no tone to this story. If you or your character has an optimistic view of life then please feel free to write happy posts. If you're pessimistic, write sadly. If you want your character to be grimdark, then write it grimdark. It is entirely up to you.
Character and Race Sheets
I absolutely despise Character Sheets and think they are wholly pointless. All of the chunkier paragraphs can be reduced to nothing by being adequate and showing us in the IC instead of telling us in the CS. The Character Sheet will be bare bones, the Race Sheet, not so much.
Name: Age: Gender: Appearance (REAL IMAGE or detailed description, preferably an image and some sort of description though): Profession: Other:
Race: Demonym: Home Planet: Description of Home Planet: General Attitudes to Outsiders: General Race Attitudes: Race Customs (and traditions if you wish): Aggressiveness: Description of Race: Member of CIR for How Long?:
If I can think of anything else (or you can think of anything else) for the Race Sheet, do let me know please.
Races
Race: Human Demonym: Human Home Planet: Earth Description of Home Planet: 70% water, large masses of land, primarily green with forests or yellow with sand. 78% Nitrogen, 21% Oxygen, 1% mixed. 12,742 km diameter, marbled appearance from space due to clouds. 149.6m km from the Sun. General Attitudes to Outsiders: Historical tendency to be very close-minded resulting in many wars and millions of deaths. General Race Attitudes: Stubborn, aggressive, often dim-witted and impulsive. Passionate and curious. Race Customs (and traditions if you wish): Celebrate expulsion from womb annually. Celebrate fat jolly man's anti-burglary annually. Too often tendency to drink for nothing at all. Shake hands upon meeting, firm grasp without injury, not floppy wet napkin. Aggressiveness: Highly aggressive. Description of Race: Males are on average 5'10" with wide variations either side, and roughly 13 stone in weight, again with huge variations either way. Hair growing mostly from their head and above their eyes, it often is found on their faces, chests, arms, legs, and genitals, normally sparse. Women are approximately 5' tall with wide varations and 8 stone in weight. Hair can be found on their faces, legs, arms, and genitals, normally sparse. Skin colour is dependent on melanin levels, and hair and eyes are also subject to multiple different colours. Soft and fleshy. Member of CIR for How Long?: One day.
Race: Vrieak Demonym: Vrieak Home Planet: Vrou'k Description of Home Planet: Stony, underwater deposits of water. Breathable by humans with infrequent use of oxygen pack. General Attitudes to Outsiders: Friendly, yet stern. Like a teacher. General Race Attitudes: Eager to share and help, which is one of the reasons that the Vrieak were one of the founding races of the Consortium of Intergalactic Relations. Can be quite short or snappy, but nevertheless good intentions behind it. Race Customs (and traditions if you wish): A very malleable race so they tend to pick up customs from eaveryone else and mash them together. Customs range wildly between even regions, but they all understand if you cannot remember them. The one custom to remember is to be polite, which will open many many doors with the Vrieak. Aggressiveness: Very non-aggressive. Description of Race: Humanoid with marble grey skin, about 5'9" in height and the weight of a skinny nerd with tiny eyes (which are clear blue) and mouth. Gaping slit runs from side of skull to nostrils and are a major part of facial display on Vrou'k. Seven fingers on each hand. Member of CIR for How Long?: The very beginning.
Technology
This is the campervan of Human space travel. Ideal for families taking holidays or travelling in general, it is robust and has a lot of space but is otherwise slow, bulky and indefensible from pirates or cannibals. Used only within the solar system and takes about a month and a half to reach the Security perimeter beyond Pluto, not that you'd want to go there.
The flashy vessel for the flashy businessman. The premier mode of transport across our system. Extremely fast, but clumsy, weak, and only pea-shooter weapons means it is an easy target for those that know what kind of occupant is in it. Can travel the system in 2 weeks.
A standard Security recon ship. Extremely quick and agile, but weak and mostly just deterrent weapons. Can travel the solar system in two weeks, if it were capable of doing that.
Typical Security patrol ship. Pretty powerful, pretty fast, moderately strong, it is feared among those that despise the Security Forces. Can travel the system in a little under 3 weeks.
The Security Forces attack ship of choice. When something needs obliterated, very little stands above this one. Pretty fast, extremely strong, agile, and deadly, it is the A-10 of interstellar warfare. Can travel the system in 2.5 weeks.
Security Forces command ship. Elusive and frightening, the prowling crawl of this beast across the black would terrify any potential attacker. That and the disgusting amount of lasers, cannons, missiles, and nanobombs. Like I said, it's the visage that scares people. Extremely tough, extremely deadly, but slow and clumsy due to its enormous size (big enough to hold 6,000 people). Can travel the system in a month.
Standard merchant ship. Huge hold space, for carrying... stuff... and a robust shell make it a tough catch, but its slow speed, agility and lack of weapons means it is still taken often enough. Can travel the system in a little under a month.
Weapons have not upgraded much more. Semi-guiding ammunition is now the standard which helps to hit the target in strong winds or around slight bends. Lasers are being phased (haha) into the military but are far from common and extremely expensive. Nanobombs (tiny compressed explosives that have a much greater damage) are common on most offensive ships, and electron canons are now commonplace, which helps to deactivate any electronics. Ion cannons are used to punch through the hull as it forces its way between the minute gaps.
All of these spacecrafts depicted here are the basic versions. Paint schemes can change, modifications can be added. Take this ship and build your steed!
Thv'ar's ceremonial ship he uses for travelling with the CIR on important occasions. Due to it's highly-valued occupants, it is extremely fast and capable of intergalactic travel as well as having an extraordinary armoury aboard and is highly resilient to all types of attack. Can travel across the solar system in days.
More to come as more is discovered.
Note: As more races and more technology is discovered, these two above sections will increase significantly. Until then they will remain thin, but that is not an issue at this moment.
Any ideas, thoughts or constructive criticism, through it my way.
This story will begin the day after a consortium of intergalactic races introduce themselves to mankind and propose to invite them into their midst as peers. Humankind at this point has stretched out beyond the moon and has set up numerous bases and terraformed all the planets within our solar system. The consortium has noticed our successes and praises our arts, recognising we are very advanced. They also noted however that we are an angry race, which is not a huge issue as we are still young and in our rebellious stage, but that if humans were to be accepted they must come to terms with more than melanin levels. So humankind accepts, and us - the writers - continue from there. Where we go and what we do is entirely up to you.
Aims
This is not a grimdark story about the dangers of trusting aliens, nor is this a kiddie story where we all live happily together. One person may be pessimistic and another may be optimistic; it all depends on how your character views the unfolding events. Some people may not care about what is happening while others immediately set off in search of their planets to learn or to fight. Some have a moderate interest and will watch the news but they have work to do. Unfortunately, I will only allow writers to portray humans because this story is viewed from a larger, single standpoint: what would humans do? What would you do?
Seeing as we have colonised our entire solar system, there are a lot of people doing a lot of things and going to a lot of places, even more so now that we have an entire new universe to adventure to. Therefore, despite us all writing this story together, I want to say that you may never actually meet a lot of the other characters. I will have to restrict too many isolated characters as that is incredibly boring, but if your character is the Head of Commerce and suddenly bans the sale of tobacco, this will have an effect on the tobacco trader currently running between Venus and Jupiter. It's the little details that count in the big places.
Another aspect I have been contemplating is the aliens. I am not a highly imaginative person, and so wouldn't wish to create a whole boatload of races that frankly everyone finds bland and trite. So what I am offering is the chance for other writers to contribute in a huge way to this effort. Create any kind of race you want, and seeing as it is a whole bunch of different people creating a whole bunch of different races, I think it could be something marvellous. This too goes for planets and cities. If a writer is the first one to reach a city, they are free to describe that place as much as they want as long as it is in accordance with the characteristics of the race.
I intend this story to be enormous. Hopefully there will be double digit numbers investing words, actions and emotions into this brave new world, so that this isn't just another space adventure. I am fully open to allowing this to be wacky (within a large boundary, of course), delving into things that many other by-the-book space stories haven't allowed. Along with that, I am also imagining the power plays that will be occurring in the political climate, and this may branch into intergalactic wars and huge moves if we do some incredible things here. I want this to be relatively unprecedented, reaching new levels of depth, growth and interest.
This isn't the DM's story here, this is a whole universes story at play.
How quickly do you guys intend to move the IC along? I'm a GMT-slave with a bunch of stuff until like 5 or 6pm each night (today was a happy exception), so if it's quickly then I might have to back out, sadly.
I think a interest check on casual would bring more people to the yard.
Btw, what kind of development range are you thinking? Are we free to go around in our ships? are we limited to a group?
A good idea, and seeing as the writing expectancy is anywhere from High Casual upwards, I'll throw one up in the Advanced Int. Chk. section too, for good measure.
Free as air (or lack thereof in spaceI had to, it was right there, I don't care how bad it is). Do anything, going anywhere with anyone. I mentioned this above, but I may not have made it very clear. You can be a solo player all you want, completely avoiding other writers if you please, but I do highly discourage that as it is boring for everyone. However, I intend for their to be many far-reaching implications to take effect by the actions chosen by the writers, so even if you are a solo flyer, you will be affected. However, it is always more fun if you have contact with others. Ideally, the more writers the better as that allows writer interaction almost anywhere you go which is what I sincerely hope happens.
To summarise: you are totally free to do anything and explore, especially now that there are alien worlds to explore, but consider interactions with other writers.
EDIT: How do you feel about that post? Should I change/add/remove anything to help draw people in?
@The Scotsman So, like *flips hair* does your McDonald's sell haggis burgers? Because @McHaggis lives like in Edinburgh haha blood pudding savage i know i got your city wrong KILL ME DO IT I DARE YOU and she says that the McDonald's she goes to sells McHaggis Burgers.
Haggis burgers? Do you know nothing of my country? We deep fry them, in respect of the hunt to get the creature in the first place, preceded by by a nip of Scotch and kilt-wearing activities. Obvs.
A fellow Scot though oh my this is exciting, very few of us in these parts.
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