Vilageidiotx

What are you guys planning on getting me for Christmas?

a partridge in a pear tree

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

Honestly, Spore probably does suck, and I'm giving it too much credit because it's a very charming kind of suck, but usually that's because it's a "So bad it's good" kind of feeling, which I don't get from Spore. I guess it kind of railroads you into playing a certain way early on, and it can be hard and expensive to switch between playstyles, which ticked off a lot of people... But I ended up liking it better than the Sims, which I've been told is a very decent game, and it's something I agree is a very decent game. Not least because of all the fetish fuel. Sometimes Spore taps into that as well, actually.

@Sombrero

Spore is a good example of why EA sucks though. It was a great idea, and in the execution you could see what it could ended up being if given the sort of attention good games get, but at the end of the day they created the hollow shell of that good idea instead of fleshing it out.

I liked the creator and seeding system. That was probably the best part of what they ended up making. The actual game play was like a series of shitty arcade games leading up to a lazy 4x space explorer, but the novelty that came from meeting other people's creations, and seeing them, and playing them when it came to adventures, what pretty clever. I think I played the game part for maybe a month, but I played with the creators for thereabout two years.

Hunger Games: Happy Holidays Edition

Sit down, put on a festive record, and warm yourself by the fire as you take in the carnage.



Cynder has a melodramatic sleep. The Equestrian guard injures himself yet again, and tends to one of his many wounds. Bing spends the night alone with a hefty portion of fried rice. Then Chunk and Sloth...



Killed by elves? What horrifying creatures would destroy such beautiful purity? The death of Chunk and Sloth marks a moment where our games go from brutal to devastating. Santa dying was sort of sad, but this? This is gut wrenching. My gut is being wrenches as I type this. It's wrenching.

Woody Guthrie, unaware of this horror, lays down his sweet head, as visions of sugar plums dance in The Elvenqueen's head.

Papa Smurf finds himself defending a Turkey. Unlike the Wicked Witch's, I suspect Papa's turkey will be absolutely drenched.

Witch Cat, so stunned by the death of Chunk and Sloth, prepares to go home.

Ursula kills Putin with one of her sweaters. Putin, his gay apparel donned, his chestnuts roasted, greets death like an old friend, perhaps one he used to deck halls with back in his hall decking days.

Jesus, having been left with a frozen tongue by Frosty, now plays the same trick on Dr Light. Dr Light was once thought to be made of snow, but this seems to disprove that supposition.



It's the feast! Material is replenished and the survivors decide how they are going to respond.

Papa Smurf, Clint, and Cynder grab Burma. Clint and Burma had just the night before been allies in attempt to yoink Papa's turkey, but Clint abandons the Southeast Asian nation-state in favor of an alcoholic with a wet bird.

Most people stay hidden, though Jesus steals the Elvenqueen's egg nog. The Equestrian Guard's long pacifist run is ended when Bing Crosby bashes his head in with a turkey leg that may or may not have came from his Chinese take out. Everybody else stays hidden.



Papa Smurf camoflages himself as an elderly lush with red clothing. Dr Light is happy despite having just had his tongue frozen to a pole. Perhaps he is snow after all? Clint just takes a moment to chill.

Bing Crosby, being a larger than life celebrity, kills an entire nation when he falls down. They both die as a result.

Baby Jesus makes a toy version of his childhood. Bowser roasts his nuts.

Ursula murders the Witch Cat. I think the Witch Cat's attempt to steal Ursula's sex kitten title in the OOC offended Ursula, and she stakes her claim as number one diva in all the games.

The Elvenqueen stops moping and steals some chestnuts. Nearby, Woody Guthrie arms himself with cake.



The death of Chunk and Sloth alone is enough to make this the heaviest toll of all. Still, many other lives have been lost, and we must pay tribute to the dead by making sure all but one of the survivors die in short order.

Hunger Games: Happy Holidays Edition

Been distracted by holiday stuff and dying car batteries, so sorry for the delay. But here we are again! Let's kill some folk!



Bert dies. He saved Santa, killed Ash, and came upon a midnight clear. He did not deserve to die, but he died, because that is the way of the world and gladiatorial fights to the death.

As some Judaism takes place, somewhere in another room a drunken Papa Smurf burns his blanket. Probably stumbled and dropped the candle. Thus dies snuggie, who listened to people's inner most thoughts and helped them sneak up on people to kill them. RIP.

Santa dies sad and alone. Merry fucking Christmas.

Putin roasts his chestnuts. These are probably the chestnuts he helped steal from frosty, which means he is roasting hot chestnuts.

Emoticone overeats and passes out.

Then Baby Jesus fucking nails it and sticks himself right in the middle of the correct event. This is a Christmas miracle fit for the good book itself.

Cynder misses the lovable funsters Chunk and Sloth. And really, who isn't having a blue christmas if Chunk and Sloth aren't around?

The Equestrian Royal Guard gives Witch Cat a place to stay for the night, which is another unexciting even for ERC.

Frosty tries to blow up a Turkey, remembers he is a snow man, but 'members to late and is obliterated by the first splatter of oil. All that was left of him was a corn-cob pipe, a button nose, and two eyes made out of cole.

Just remember, if you did not doubt it, that Bowser will be at your door before Christmas. Don't even worry about him not showing up. He will be there.

Dr. Light hurts Ernie and leaves him to die in the cold. This has been a brutal day on Sesame street. That's one puppet dead, two puppets dead. This deadly day has been brought to you by the number two.

Clint gets in an epic anime-style fight with Bloody Charles, and it takes a fully charged spirit of christmas attack to destroy the killer boy for good.

Ursula makes some cookies.



Bing Crosby searches for Clirkus. Ursula, taking her gingerbread cookies out of the oven, goes to the door to find some freshly packaged yellow snow. Whether or not sure likes enjoyed this gift is anybody's guess.

Papa Smurf, leaving the burnt to a crisp snuggie as ashes in the hall, goes outside, takes a swig, and breathalyzes the morning air.

Dr Light, having just left a dying Ernie to freeze to death, gently pats nutmeg into Jesus's cuts and lacerations.

Not everyone in this game apparently believes that anything as wholesome as Chunk and Sloth can exist. The Witch Cat knows they exist, but apparently think they are a single snow-constructed entity, like "Chunkand Sloth the Snowman".

Five rings to Cynder in murder-kitchen of stone.

Burma finds an Emoticone passed out from too much turkey and, on a lark, as a gag, just a prank, stuffs Emoticone full of turkey until he dies. Because it's funny, right guys? Like, he ate too much turkey, so I killed him with turkey? Get it?

Clint apparently has gay apparel, and he wears it alongside four other gayly dressed tributes just tryin' to survive.

Bowser, on his way home, stubs his toe and covers it in pie filling.



A lot of child-hoods took a beating here. Remember as you look at this sad list that, no matter how much childhood lays dead on the field, seven months ago Mr. Roger triumphed in the Election Year Games.

Help?

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This was extremely helpful. Thank you!

And then... how do you correctly shoot an arrow in a RP? I've always gotten the feeling of doubt whenever I try cause I've never referenced to anything else.

@DesperatePerson

In an RP setting you probably shouldn't get into to much technical details. The only times it would be appropriate to bring up stuff like where you put your hand, how you sit the arrow on the string etc, would be 1: If you have a character discussing it in dialogue for some reason, such training, or 2: If you need to build tension related to the shot.

So the best way writing-wise would be basic. "Jim guessed at the wind and let loose an arrow" or something to that affect. Most people's imaginations will fill in the blanks. One way I heard it explained is that, in writing, you should only describe the stuff people couldn't work out themselves based on the information available. A person using a bow to shoot an arrow is probably going to follow the same process we expect to see in movies, so you only describe it for effect, or if they are doing something weird with the bow.

As for the process of shooting an arrow, it isn't particularly complicated. The arrow has a notch. You place the notch against the string while gently holding the notch in place, then you rest the shaft on the hand holding the bow, pull the string back with the notch-hand, get an idea of where you are aiming, and let loose.

With novel shit like this youtube can really be helpful. I'm probably not the best person for bow advice because I've only played around with them for hunting and fun stuff, and I am not at all a serious archer (The only bow I even own myself is a crossbow). You can however find serious archers, or serious anything, all over youtube. There are several weapons channels that are just dudes nerding out about stuff like this. There is also how-to videos, and videos about experts enjoying their field. Sometimes the research can be more fun then the writing.

Help?

You don't wear an archer's bow, you hold it and use it to propel arrows.

Some ideas and thoughts about RPG - as a community, as a writing forum, but mostly just in general

I haven't read the entire thread, mostly just skimmed it, so somebody might have mentioned this before...

...how much of this decay is because of changing culture? I know some younger people use Twitter to RP, for instance. Maybe decay is sort of natural for forums at this point, since those who are attached to forums grow older and get busy, and younger RPers end up embracing other methods of RPing in enough numbers to cause forums to wane.

Hunger Games: Happy Holidays Edition

I have to ask though: has the Equestrian Royal Guard done anything during the games except exist?

@Dinh AaronMk

-found rum
-was in good cheer
-spun a dreidel
-knows dr light was made of snow and isn't a fairytale
-argued politics with the emoticone (dangerous)
-becomes injured, fixes it with pie filling
-joins in a failed attempt to take the wicked witch's turkey
-distracts the elvenqueen with christmas lights and runs away
-uses gift wrap to patch a wound

Roleplayers who work

Weirdly enough, at the end of 2012 when I was working full time and going to school full time simultaneously, I got more writing than I do now, at a time where my hours oscillate between 50 hours a week to no hours a week depending on the time of year. I think one thing having a busy life does is it gets you into a tight schedule, which helps keep you writing.

Hunger Games: Happy Holidays Edition

It's right now, and you know what that means?! It's time for more games!



As the moon comes up on the fourth night, the survivors reflect on the past day. The Equestrian tends to his wounds. Bert comes upon a midnight clear, while his life partner goes a-wassailing with Cynder and Woody Guthrie.

Putin wraps himself in a snuggie and sneaks up on Earl Browder, beating his head in with a fruitcake. The murder doesn't disturb the night, and the Emoticone looks out across the snowy field, as a pre-wassailed Smurf take Bowser and Chunk-and-Sloth on a wassail.

Bing Crosby thinks about the dead. Charlie Brown murders Travolta with a ham, this after he killed Clirkus in defense of the Waifu, and poisoned an Elf, making Charlie an unexpected power player.

Clint laughs at The Elvenqueen's weight which... hey! That's mean! Stop that!

John McClane, not having the courage to go up to Burma, eats Chinese alone. Meanwhile Burma joins two witches and Dr Light for some Judaism. Ursula gets with Santa. Since she was once with Travolta, and now is with Santa, I think Ursula is the sex kitten in these games.

Frosty sacrilegiously tricks the Baby Jesus into licking a frozen poll.



Bert tends to those wounds Santa received from cuddling with Ursula. Clint, Witch Cat, Putin, and Papa Smurf take revenge out on Frosty for his treatment of the Baby Jesus the night before, stealing his chestnuts. Dr Light naps, having stayed up all night wassailing. Apparently it was Chunk and Sloth that saved Jesus, and they talk about traffic as Bing Crosby listens.

The Elvenqueen, Cynder, and Woody Guthrie wrap up in a snuggie and sneak up on John McClane, then they sing at him so badly that his love sick heart cannot take it and he dies.

Ursula chats up Ernie while the Notorious Charlie listens on. Bowser, meanwhile, fines a tree.

The Emoticone kills the wicked witch after an argument over politics. Perhaps it was her opinions about the nestle controversy in Africa, or the Flint Michigan crisis, or California's drought, but some weird opinion of hers set the Emoticone over the edge and he splashes her in the face with a cup of water. Imma guess they must have been eating the Witch's much fought over turkey, and perhaps its dryness contributed also to the Emoticone's foul mood.

The Equestrian Guard wishes Burma happy holidays, perhaps unaware that Burma's one true love is dead and her world is ended.



There goes four more. We are nearing the part in the games where everything goes quickly. Strap in to your seats and start placing bets.