TheMaster99
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Benevolent Cyberpunk
STATUS: Bio is finally redone! Still want to add more to it eventually, but I'm happy with it for now. 6 yrs ago
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Bio is finally redone! Still want to add more to it eventually, but I'm happy with it for now.
6 yrs ago
Might be active again soon™. Bio/etc definitely needs a lot of TLC.
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School and work on my birthday. Yay.
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OMG 33 on the ACT!!
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Hmm.. maybe I should update this? ...Nah.
Bio
Luke aka TheMaster99
Nineteen | EST | Discord
About Me
I am a second year undergraduate student at the Rochester Institute of Technology which, as the name would suggest, is in Rochester, New York. I am studying Software Engineering – essentially, programming plus all of the processes, paperwork, etc. that I'll be doing in the real world. I have been programming in some capacity since I was eight, and once I discovered programming I simply never stopped writing code. Some of that code I've written was for this very website, and hopefully there will be a fair bit more of that in the near future.
I discovered programming in a game called ROBLOX, and coincidentally that is also where I first discovered roleplaying. One day I was exploring the forums, and noticed a roleplaying section. Curious, I took a look and I was instantly hooked. The content was mostly in the Free RP level, with a small amount of Casual tier games, but at the time even that was high quality content to me. Over the years my interest in the game faded, and although I continued programming after ultimately leaving the community, I did not continue roleplaying.
Years later, I gradually started wanting to get back into roleplaying. I began googling around, and after looking at a few different websites I finally decided that the Guild seemed to be the best of them all. I made an account on December 13, 2014, and started jumping into some games; I quickly decided on sticking to mostly High Casual, but eventually moved more towards Advanced as I realized that most of the games I was in were easily at that level anyway. This was right around the time that Mahz was working on rebuilding the website from the ground up, and after chatting with him for a while in the IRC during some site downtime I decided that I wanted to help.
I ultimately didn't contribute too much, but nevertheless I was the first (and so far, only) non-anonymous user to help Mahz with developing the website. As a reward, after he implemented the trophy system I was awarded the special Benevolent Cyberpunk trophy, which gives me a special userbit that looks like this:
After roughly a year and a half of being here, life started getting in the way more and more, and my activity became increasingly infrequent. Eventually, a little after the two year mark, I became completely inactive; I was in my senior year of high school, neck deep in college plans, and didn't have time for it anymore. I'd log in every now and then to check if I had missed anything, but until quite recently never stayed. I am back now, though, and hopefully I'm here to stay. I plan on getting back into roleplaying in the near future, and I also plan on starting to help out with the website once more. I've learned so much since when I first saw the code running the Guild, and hopefully I'll be significantly more helpful than I was back then!
I discovered programming in a game called ROBLOX, and coincidentally that is also where I first discovered roleplaying. One day I was exploring the forums, and noticed a roleplaying section. Curious, I took a look and I was instantly hooked. The content was mostly in the Free RP level, with a small amount of Casual tier games, but at the time even that was high quality content to me. Over the years my interest in the game faded, and although I continued programming after ultimately leaving the community, I did not continue roleplaying.
Years later, I gradually started wanting to get back into roleplaying. I began googling around, and after looking at a few different websites I finally decided that the Guild seemed to be the best of them all. I made an account on December 13, 2014, and started jumping into some games; I quickly decided on sticking to mostly High Casual, but eventually moved more towards Advanced as I realized that most of the games I was in were easily at that level anyway. This was right around the time that Mahz was working on rebuilding the website from the ground up, and after chatting with him for a while in the IRC during some site downtime I decided that I wanted to help.
I ultimately didn't contribute too much, but nevertheless I was the first (and so far, only) non-anonymous user to help Mahz with developing the website. As a reward, after he implemented the trophy system I was awarded the special Benevolent Cyberpunk trophy, which gives me a special userbit that looks like this:
After roughly a year and a half of being here, life started getting in the way more and more, and my activity became increasingly infrequent. Eventually, a little after the two year mark, I became completely inactive; I was in my senior year of high school, neck deep in college plans, and didn't have time for it anymore. I'd log in every now and then to check if I had missed anything, but until quite recently never stayed. I am back now, though, and hopefully I'm here to stay. I plan on getting back into roleplaying in the near future, and I also plan on starting to help out with the website once more. I've learned so much since when I first saw the code running the Guild, and hopefully I'll be significantly more helpful than I was back then!
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Tom Porter
8:09
Tom took one final look in the mirror, nodding to his reflection. Good enough, he thought. The Advil had helped with his headache quite significantly, fortunately enough. A party would’ve been a nightmare with such a hangover. Speaking of which, he should probably get going. Wouldn’t be any good to be late to the very first event of their “vacation,” after all.
As he reached the top of the stairs, Tom was surprised by just how many people were crammed into the entrance hall. Where the hell did the Wolfs come up with so many people? Family, friends?
No, they certainly didn’t act like they knew each other like that. Adding it to his mental list of mysteries on this vacation, Tom came down the stairs, unsure what to do, precisely. Within moments, a waiter came over to him.
“Bitte entschuldigen Sie meine Unterbrechung, mein Herr. Darf ich dein Handy nehmen?“
Umm… what? Right, Tom remembered, Klara said they were hiring extra help. No English.
Noticing his confusion, the waiter held out a large bowl pointedly. It was filled with cell phones. Why in the world would they be collecting cell phones? It’s not like they worked in the manor anyway – Tom had noted earlier that they were too remote in the countryside to have cell service.
The waiter seemed to be getting impatient, but fortunately Klara noticed them and rushed over.
“Excuse me,” Klara apologized to Tom before turning to the waiter, “Er ist Ehrengast, wie Sie hätten wissen sollen,” she scolded hushedly. “Ich dachte, ich habe Ihnen bitten, am Zugang zu bleiben. Los!“
Presumably having been told off, the waiter nodded his apology and scurried away. Klara sighed wearily, before turning again to Tom.
“Sorry about that,” she apologizes again, reining in her agitation. “I’ve got rid of him, don’t worry.”
“Thank you,” Tom replied. “What did he want, anyway? What was that bowl about?”
“When the Wolfs throw a party, there is always a,” Klara grasped at the air, as if to pluck the word she was looking for directly out of the air, “Eine Handyschüssel… a phonebowl?” Klara looked to Tom questioningly. When he nodded that the translation made sense, she continued, “They don’t like the guests to just play with their phones all evening instead of dancing. You’ve probably noticed that there’s no reception out here, but there are still inbuilt apps. I’m quite addicted to Trivia Crack myself.”
Tom smirked. For some reason, he just found it odd for any of the staff to be so.. human. But what did he expect them to be? Lemurs?
“Yeah, I did notice the lack of reception, and I guess the phone bowl thing makes sense. It isn’t used in America though, so I had no idea what he expected. I guess it’s kind of obvious now that I think about it, but it’s still… foreign, I guess,” Tom said, trying not to seem overly ignorant to other cultures. Then again, that’s sort of just the American way.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Klara responded with a small smile, “But the kids,” Klara gestured vaguely over her shoulder, towards the stairs, where Tom deduced the Wolfs must be, preparing for a grand entrance, “are eccentric, even among Bavarians. The other guests do know about the phonebowl, though - there’s no reason for it to be anywhere apart from by the door.”
“Yeah,” Tom agreed, “You could say that again. Very eccent–”
Trailing off, it was clear that Klara wasn’t paying attention. She was looking over her shoulder, visibly frustrated. Following her gaze, Tom found the problem: a waiter had an empty tray. Blasphemy.
“Sorry Mr. Porter, apparently men require constant supervision. I expect I’ll see you later.”
Tom nods, and without a second glance, Klara stormed towards the waiter. As she left, Tom could hear the distinct sound of German muttering, although he couldn’t tell what she was saying. Not that he would be able to translate too much of it anyway, even if he could hear it.
After standing in place for a moment, Tom decided he might as well have something to drink, and approached the nearest waiter.
“May I have a drink, please?” he asked the waiter. The waiter responded with a confused stare – he couldn’t understand English, of course.
“Wie kann ich Ihnen dienen, mein Herr?” the waiter asked.
Sighing, Tom decided that playing charades would be the best solution, and mimed drinking from a glass. With sudden understanding, the waiter nodded and handed him a glass of champagne.
“Danke,” Tom said, knowing that much in German, at least.
“Bitte,” the waiter replied, before continuing through the crowd where he was needed. Thank God – ironic coming from Tom, being a devout atheist – the main staff can speak English, because two weeks of that would be a nightmare. Taking a sip from his glass, he examined the crowd, wondering what to do for the next hour or so before the ballroom opens.
8:09
Tom took one final look in the mirror, nodding to his reflection. Good enough, he thought. The Advil had helped with his headache quite significantly, fortunately enough. A party would’ve been a nightmare with such a hangover. Speaking of which, he should probably get going. Wouldn’t be any good to be late to the very first event of their “vacation,” after all.
As he reached the top of the stairs, Tom was surprised by just how many people were crammed into the entrance hall. Where the hell did the Wolfs come up with so many people? Family, friends?
No, they certainly didn’t act like they knew each other like that. Adding it to his mental list of mysteries on this vacation, Tom came down the stairs, unsure what to do, precisely. Within moments, a waiter came over to him.
“Bitte entschuldigen Sie meine Unterbrechung, mein Herr. Darf ich dein Handy nehmen?“
Umm… what? Right, Tom remembered, Klara said they were hiring extra help. No English.
Noticing his confusion, the waiter held out a large bowl pointedly. It was filled with cell phones. Why in the world would they be collecting cell phones? It’s not like they worked in the manor anyway – Tom had noted earlier that they were too remote in the countryside to have cell service.
The waiter seemed to be getting impatient, but fortunately Klara noticed them and rushed over.
“Excuse me,” Klara apologized to Tom before turning to the waiter, “Er ist Ehrengast, wie Sie hätten wissen sollen,” she scolded hushedly. “Ich dachte, ich habe Ihnen bitten, am Zugang zu bleiben. Los!“
Presumably having been told off, the waiter nodded his apology and scurried away. Klara sighed wearily, before turning again to Tom.
“Sorry about that,” she apologizes again, reining in her agitation. “I’ve got rid of him, don’t worry.”
“Thank you,” Tom replied. “What did he want, anyway? What was that bowl about?”
“When the Wolfs throw a party, there is always a,” Klara grasped at the air, as if to pluck the word she was looking for directly out of the air, “Eine Handyschüssel… a phonebowl?” Klara looked to Tom questioningly. When he nodded that the translation made sense, she continued, “They don’t like the guests to just play with their phones all evening instead of dancing. You’ve probably noticed that there’s no reception out here, but there are still inbuilt apps. I’m quite addicted to Trivia Crack myself.”
Tom smirked. For some reason, he just found it odd for any of the staff to be so.. human. But what did he expect them to be? Lemurs?
“Yeah, I did notice the lack of reception, and I guess the phone bowl thing makes sense. It isn’t used in America though, so I had no idea what he expected. I guess it’s kind of obvious now that I think about it, but it’s still… foreign, I guess,” Tom said, trying not to seem overly ignorant to other cultures. Then again, that’s sort of just the American way.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Klara responded with a small smile, “But the kids,” Klara gestured vaguely over her shoulder, towards the stairs, where Tom deduced the Wolfs must be, preparing for a grand entrance, “are eccentric, even among Bavarians. The other guests do know about the phonebowl, though - there’s no reason for it to be anywhere apart from by the door.”
“Yeah,” Tom agreed, “You could say that again. Very eccent–”
Trailing off, it was clear that Klara wasn’t paying attention. She was looking over her shoulder, visibly frustrated. Following her gaze, Tom found the problem: a waiter had an empty tray. Blasphemy.
“Sorry Mr. Porter, apparently men require constant supervision. I expect I’ll see you later.”
Tom nods, and without a second glance, Klara stormed towards the waiter. As she left, Tom could hear the distinct sound of German muttering, although he couldn’t tell what she was saying. Not that he would be able to translate too much of it anyway, even if he could hear it.
After standing in place for a moment, Tom decided he might as well have something to drink, and approached the nearest waiter.
“May I have a drink, please?” he asked the waiter. The waiter responded with a confused stare – he couldn’t understand English, of course.
“Wie kann ich Ihnen dienen, mein Herr?” the waiter asked.
Sighing, Tom decided that playing charades would be the best solution, and mimed drinking from a glass. With sudden understanding, the waiter nodded and handed him a glass of champagne.
“Danke,” Tom said, knowing that much in German, at least.
“Bitte,” the waiter replied, before continuing through the crowd where he was needed. Thank God – ironic coming from Tom, being a devout atheist – the main staff can speak English, because two weeks of that would be a nightmare. Taking a sip from his glass, he examined the crowd, wondering what to do for the next hour or so before the ballroom opens.
@Jig Me and Flavia were talking about doing the collab before the party instead of after bc they both have downtime before the party, but the scheduling just doesn't really work in our favor and we won't have time to actually write it until this week, and there is no sense in delaying for it; might as well just do it afterwards like initially planned.
1 IC month corresponds to one week OOC. For now, at least. If that is too long it can be shortened. Timescale within that week doesn't matter.
*returns to the work I'm supposed to be doing*
*returns to the work I'm supposed to be doing*
So I'm doing this thing called the Ludum Dare. It is a competition where you have to make a game from scratch in 48 hours, all on your lonesome. Sounds fun, right? Right!
Anyways, I'm going to be streaming my development as usual, and if any of you are interested in following along, you are more than welcome!
If you aren't interested, well, why are you still here?
See you there! Or not. Who cares?
Anyways, I'm going to be streaming my development as usual, and if any of you are interested in following along, you are more than welcome!
If you aren't interested, well, why are you still here?
See you there! Or not. Who cares?
Our co-GM has gotten things underway!
You may all now consider these strange lands your home for the foreseeable future. Have at it!
Welcome to the Yellow Gullies...
You may all now consider these strange lands your home for the foreseeable future. Have at it!
Welcome to the Yellow Gullies...
Finally finished my sheet, including information left out because I'm lazy af for suspense.
Not sure if I'll actually be able to start this weekend, I'll be totally busy with a game jam, and won't have time for anything else, really. I've told @McHaggis that she can feel free to start the IC herself if she wants to (after all, she wrote the lore and whatnot as well!), so I guess you all will just have to hope for that, or else wait until Monday or Tuesday. Sorry :(
Lastly, you two are both accepted.
Not sure if I'll actually be able to start this weekend, I'll be totally busy with a game jam, and won't have time for anything else, really. I've told @McHaggis that she can feel free to start the IC herself if she wants to (after all, she wrote the lore and whatnot as well!), so I guess you all will just have to hope for that, or else wait until Monday or Tuesday. Sorry :(
Lastly, you two are both accepted.
Leader information to be revealed IC.
Tom Porter
The conversation continued briefly, before a third man entered, making the group even between men and women. Immediately afterwards, their lounge time was cut short by Michael Aust. He looked strangely familiar...
Then it hit him. Aust was the guy on the plane with him. He's wearing the exact same suit, even! Tom attempted to make eye contact with him, but Aust evidently wasn't inclined to return his gaze. Soon they were led into a remarkably luxurious limousine, which took them to the manor. There wasn't much conversation, as everyone was intently focused on looking out the windows. Or trying to, that is, because they were tinted well beyond what would be legal in the States.
Before long, the limo came to a stop in front of the manor. Tom could think of no appropriate adjective to describe it other than amazing. And he was going to be living here for a while? That certainly didn't trouble him. Approximately 70 million and 6 introductions, and rounds of faire la bise later – including Félix's reintroduction – Tom was given his room key, and left to his devices. Approaching the door, he was almost nervous. Everything in this house was so amazing, but what about my room? Is it boring? Please don't let it be boring! Holding his breath, he turned the lock and swung the door open.
Oh.
The room was simply fantastic! Oddly, it was exactly how he would've wanted it, had he designed it himself. These Wolfs must be wizards or something! Okay, maybe not. Wizards don't exist. Unfortunately.
Tom walked in, slowly spinning around, to take everything in. Everything was so–
Ow.
Tom swore as he backed into, and tripped on, the table. At least it was sturdy.
Getting back up, he entered the bedroom, and after a moment of internal debate, leaped onto the bed. Tom was pleased to discover that it was high-quality memoryfoam. Sitting back up, he noticed the letter sitting next to his head.
Tom had brought plenty of formal wear, as instructed, so he didn't bother to even check the wardrobe. At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Tom shouted.
The door clicked open, and Tom heard the distinct sound of dress shoes click clacking across the wooden floor. Félix appeared at the door.
"I have brought your luggage, sir. Where would you like it?" the butler-bartender-chauffeur-everything asked.
"At the foot of the bed is fine, thank you," Tom replied.
Félix did so, and after standing back up asked, "Very well Mr. Porter. Can I do anything else for you?"
Tom thought about it for a moment, before nodding. "Yes, do you have any Advil? If you have any I'd greatly appreciate it."
Félix nodded, with a small, knowing smile. "Of course, there is a variety of over-the-counter medicines in the bathroom."
Of course. Tom probably should have thought about that. That's kind of what a medicine cabinet is for, isn't it? "Ah, of course. Thank you, Félix."
Félix nodded, and left the room. Tom went to the bathroom – as impressive as the rest of the room – and took an Advil from the cabinet.
Now, I suppose I should probably get ready...
The conversation continued briefly, before a third man entered, making the group even between men and women. Immediately afterwards, their lounge time was cut short by Michael Aust. He looked strangely familiar...
Then it hit him. Aust was the guy on the plane with him. He's wearing the exact same suit, even! Tom attempted to make eye contact with him, but Aust evidently wasn't inclined to return his gaze. Soon they were led into a remarkably luxurious limousine, which took them to the manor. There wasn't much conversation, as everyone was intently focused on looking out the windows. Or trying to, that is, because they were tinted well beyond what would be legal in the States.
Before long, the limo came to a stop in front of the manor. Tom could think of no appropriate adjective to describe it other than amazing. And he was going to be living here for a while? That certainly didn't trouble him. Approximately 70 million and 6 introductions, and rounds of faire la bise later – including Félix's reintroduction – Tom was given his room key, and left to his devices. Approaching the door, he was almost nervous. Everything in this house was so amazing, but what about my room? Is it boring? Please don't let it be boring! Holding his breath, he turned the lock and swung the door open.
Oh.
My.
God.
The room was simply fantastic! Oddly, it was exactly how he would've wanted it, had he designed it himself. These Wolfs must be wizards or something! Okay, maybe not. Wizards don't exist. Unfortunately.
Tom walked in, slowly spinning around, to take everything in. Everything was so–
Ow.
Tom swore as he backed into, and tripped on, the table. At least it was sturdy.
Getting back up, he entered the bedroom, and after a moment of internal debate, leaped onto the bed. Tom was pleased to discover that it was high-quality memoryfoam. Sitting back up, he noticed the letter sitting next to his head.
“Welcome Thomas!
We really hope you have a great stay. Don’t forget the ball is at 9:00PM and drinks at 8:00PM in the entrance hall – we would hate for you to be late! If you need anything, just give the rope a tug, and Félix will come to help.
We really hope you have a great stay. Don’t forget the ball is at 9:00PM and drinks at 8:00PM in the entrance hall – we would hate for you to be late! If you need anything, just give the rope a tug, and Félix will come to help.
Sol :)
PS: I hope you’ve brought something nice to wear for tonight. Just in case, we’ve left you something in your wardrobe."
Tom had brought plenty of formal wear, as instructed, so he didn't bother to even check the wardrobe. At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Tom shouted.
The door clicked open, and Tom heard the distinct sound of dress shoes click clacking across the wooden floor. Félix appeared at the door.
"I have brought your luggage, sir. Where would you like it?" the butler-bartender-chauffeur-everything asked.
"At the foot of the bed is fine, thank you," Tom replied.
Félix did so, and after standing back up asked, "Very well Mr. Porter. Can I do anything else for you?"
Tom thought about it for a moment, before nodding. "Yes, do you have any Advil? If you have any I'd greatly appreciate it."
Félix nodded, with a small, knowing smile. "Of course, there is a variety of over-the-counter medicines in the bathroom."
Of course. Tom probably should have thought about that. That's kind of what a medicine cabinet is for, isn't it? "Ah, of course. Thank you, Félix."
Félix nodded, and left the room. Tom went to the bathroom – as impressive as the rest of the room – and took an Advil from the cabinet.
Now, I suppose I should probably get ready...
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