TrippyNightmare

Sanguine Frontier | A western Gothic Vampire RP |

Rotate me in.

Death of the genre

<Snipped quote by Silly>

This is (relative in Internet terms) a long standing community, with equally long standing members comprising it; if we go back to the old vBulletin forum that was once the Guild, there's close to/over two decades that have lead it to where it is now.

Inevitably, a place that's been around a while, playing host to people that have been around a while will see the development of groups that are more tight-knit than the average one-off RP cast: people who have been in multiple RPs together, people that have migrated as collectives from one site to the next for whatever reasons, people who have established a sort of lore between their OCs or have collaborated extensively in the past. This is the territory wherein cliques start to lean into exclusionary behavior, I think moreso than people coming together for an RP of common interest.

Wanting to maintain the effiency and consistency of the creative group is one thing. But then, maybe don't open it for the RPing public? Or if if the intent is hold a higher level of skill as a standard, set up shop in the Advanced section wherein the talent sought is more likely to come around.

My personal experiences with cliques in RPing have been situations wherein a few people with history together seemed to relegate those not of the in-group to background noise, and their characters being kneecapped into irrelevance either from conception or through the collaboration and plotting; GMs at the core of it. Fundamentally a GM should bd able and willing to account for players and characters outside of the clique, especially in RPs not driven by an official central plot. When you try to iron out character relations with the GM and their adjacent circle and get told to instead work with the other newcomers... that is kind of a red flag; "you can play near us, but not with us." In essence, a clique within an RP.

This was in the Casual RP section.

If I were in any position to GM, I might well have taken a stab at running my own RP.

@Little Bird

Wow amazing post dude.

.....So....Hi...

Saw this in the discord, tapping in.

Salutations

You like Ham?

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝟷𝟶𝟷

𝚂𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝, 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 "𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍" 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 - 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗.

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 - 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.

𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 - 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚎𝚞𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝙿𝚁. 𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 '𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚒𝚍' 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙, 𝚠𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡.

"𝙸.. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛."

𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳

This is too niche to run, I wrote it while shopping for designer clothing.

It's also close to the holidays and I'm a responsible GM, I can't host a RP that players will flake.

Burn Notice Style rp

Tentative, Monarch 101 is taking tf off so I might not have time but I like burn notice.

Death of the genre

I'm excited for the summer when RP will return along with new GMs, players and ideas.

I too just got the dreaded "silly 1st post on" about my avatar I feel obligated to March forward holding hands with affects parties into introduction threads to protect the innocent and attack the cold callers of this forum.

Profile pic complimenters consider yourself on a red notice.

Death of the genre

Yeah really good point silly, unfortunately the only community that has historically survived on the guild is The Recollections Universe. I really wish the mixtape ghost note would weigh on how the does it so GMs of today can learn and adapt their RPs because most will just drop dead especially after new years the cracks appear.