Moving things forward tonight or tomorrow, folks and dudes, depending on how much time I've got tonight
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STATUS: Sad to say I'm currently experiencing Writer's Block. Luckily I learned Writer's Kung Fu and I can chop the block in half with my hands like Bruce Lee 10 mos ago
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10 mos ago
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Sad to say I'm currently experiencing Writer's Block. Luckily I learned Writer's Kung Fu and I can chop the block in half with my hands like Bruce Lee
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12 mos ago
Why is the sun like bread? It rises in the yeast, and sets in the waist. Haha! Isn't that so cute? Join my RP or more puns will come.
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1 yr ago
What's the difference between a Hollywood actor and a piece of driftwood? One is Justin Timberlake. The other is timber, just in a lake. Hahathisiswhati'mdoinginsteadofwriting
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1 yr ago
Hey, folks: I've just kicked off an RP, a fantasy where you can worldbuild as much as you can adventure. So if, like me, you like worldbuilding nearly as much as writing, check out Pilgrim's Caravan
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3 yrs ago
That moment when losing a character in a rougelike makes you want to shed tears. No backup. It's gone.
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Current RP I want you to join: roleplayerguild.com/topics/191461-car…
Hey y'all. I've been at this for about 10 years, and I've played a lot of kinds of RP. I like fantasy and sci-fi the most, just because they give me the most to play around with, but I'm cool with almost anything. I just like writing.
Hey y'all. I've been at this for about 10 years, and I've played a lot of kinds of RP. I like fantasy and sci-fi the most, just because they give me the most to play around with, but I'm cool with almost anything. I just like writing.
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@MST3K 4ever
Stay in school, kid
(But class will go by faster if you think about writing during it)
*vessel lands directly on Vei*
Stay in school, kid
(But class will go by faster if you think about writing during it)
Someone should probably salvage the refuges vessel before it Plummets somewhere.
*vessel lands directly on Vei*
@Starlance
Also, if you're wondering- Vei would not have caught the error with China and the U.S. moon landing
Also, if you're wondering- Vei would not have caught the error with China and the U.S. moon landing
@Starlance
Teleported, via sci-fi whatever, directly to the med bay
Teleported, via sci-fi whatever, directly to the med bay
@Eviledd1984
No need to apologize. Everyone posts at their own rate, and I don't like to rush folks
EDIT: Buuuuut, whoever posts next will be the 100TH P O S T
No need to apologize. Everyone posts at their own rate, and I don't like to rush folks
EDIT: Buuuuut, whoever posts next will be the 100TH P O S T
@Eviledd1984
In what sense do you mean? We're not on the planet anymore. But he could scan for ships that might be pursuing the guy we just picked up.
In what sense do you mean? We're not on the planet anymore. But he could scan for ships that might be pursuing the guy we just picked up.
Vei only stayed silent while the Prize crew said their piece. But when they were all finished, she stood up to her full height, and Nick couldn't help but be a little impressed with how her robes folded around her.
"Very well," she said, after studying their eyes for a long time, "I believe you mean what you say. But I do not believe you are true. The truth is not in you." She pauses, as if this is something significant. "If we accept ISA's friendship, you will want to send more diplomats. More ships. And that means more traffic through the wormhole. More explorers. Trade. More aliens." She makes that growl-snort again. "And then soon our culture is gone, lost amidst the dozens of ISA. I won't let that happen. You are not welcome on Havi. Leave. Do not come back."
The journey back to the Prize was solemn. Aside from calling back the ones who were on the scouting mission, Nick hardly said a word to his crewmates. There was nothing to say. There was no way to spin this mission as a success. With Vei's refusal, the system was essentially off-limits for ISA. And since Vei's system has the wormhole in it, there would be no way to explore this side of the wormhole without violating her territory every time ISA sent a ship through. So the Prize would be recalled, their mission ended, and Nick would almost certainly lose his command. It was the worst day of his life.
Soon the Prize was floating in orbit over the planet, apparently named Havi, and preparing to break away back for the wormhole. Briefing the scouting team on Vei and her command had been difficult, but Nick muddled through it. The Bridge Crew kept glancing at him out of the corners of their eyes. They knew something was wrong, but what was he going to say? There's nothing in the ISA handbook about how to deal with the shameful silence of a failed mission.
But maybe he won't have to. "We're receiving a hail," the Comms Officer perks up, "from a Havi ship. Audio only." Nick gives the order to accept, and the voice that comes through the Prize's bridge sounds absolutely terrified.
"Travelers," the male voice coughed out. "You must help me. I am injured and pursued. I need medical attention."
A cursory scan showed that the hailing ship was very different from the massive vessel that escorted the Prize to Havi. It was unarmed, light, and cramped. And coming in fast. Nick hesitated for a moment, then ordered the alien onboard the shuttle to be transported to the Prize's medical bay immediately.
"Very well," she said, after studying their eyes for a long time, "I believe you mean what you say. But I do not believe you are true. The truth is not in you." She pauses, as if this is something significant. "If we accept ISA's friendship, you will want to send more diplomats. More ships. And that means more traffic through the wormhole. More explorers. Trade. More aliens." She makes that growl-snort again. "And then soon our culture is gone, lost amidst the dozens of ISA. I won't let that happen. You are not welcome on Havi. Leave. Do not come back."
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The journey back to the Prize was solemn. Aside from calling back the ones who were on the scouting mission, Nick hardly said a word to his crewmates. There was nothing to say. There was no way to spin this mission as a success. With Vei's refusal, the system was essentially off-limits for ISA. And since Vei's system has the wormhole in it, there would be no way to explore this side of the wormhole without violating her territory every time ISA sent a ship through. So the Prize would be recalled, their mission ended, and Nick would almost certainly lose his command. It was the worst day of his life.
Soon the Prize was floating in orbit over the planet, apparently named Havi, and preparing to break away back for the wormhole. Briefing the scouting team on Vei and her command had been difficult, but Nick muddled through it. The Bridge Crew kept glancing at him out of the corners of their eyes. They knew something was wrong, but what was he going to say? There's nothing in the ISA handbook about how to deal with the shameful silence of a failed mission.
But maybe he won't have to. "We're receiving a hail," the Comms Officer perks up, "from a Havi ship. Audio only." Nick gives the order to accept, and the voice that comes through the Prize's bridge sounds absolutely terrified.
"Travelers," the male voice coughed out. "You must help me. I am injured and pursued. I need medical attention."
A cursory scan showed that the hailing ship was very different from the massive vessel that escorted the Prize to Havi. It was unarmed, light, and cramped. And coming in fast. Nick hesitated for a moment, then ordered the alien onboard the shuttle to be transported to the Prize's medical bay immediately.
Just a heads up, y'all, I'm going to be moving the plot forwards Sunday.
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