Zero Hex

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Right, let's see here. I think the survival challenge should come first over the tourney, which has something of a split on how players want to handle it, so that way there's more time to actually work out how the tourney'll be done. But personally, I feel it should be arranged between each player how they want to go through with it. If someone doesn't want to prearrange it, well, they don't. If someone tries to have it prearranged and decides it's not working out, well, the other person'll have to deal with it.

I feel making Arena threads for each individual fight, which have to resolve and then have to be condensed into a likely annoying as crap to read megapost for each, will only serve to take away activity from the actual game to little real benefit. It's a route towards people losing interest and moving on to something else, I feel. On that subject, bringing in a panel of players to act as judges only serves to turn things into a popularity contest.

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@Dblade26
No he's just wearing street clothes

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And now I wait and see how many people miss the angry screaming black person because they weren't personally tagged.

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"But what about fights?! I can just punch people and you're cool with that?! Can I punch people here?!" Zeke continued to ask of Asa, who had completely failed to address that a "faculty member" (herself) had more or less just told "students" they could fight under their direct supervision, to no avail. Her explanation for the game rules also felt nonsensical to him, but only because years of training grappling had taught him that falling to the floor and being grabbed are more of a temporary setback if you know what you're doing. So he kept asking: "But what if I can break out of being grabbed? And there's a ton of ways to force a standup too..."

Of course, Zeke's more or less reasonable questions fell to deaf ears as Miss Pukeshoes set up the teams and everyone started to plan their way around the game. He could see some kid twirling a sword on the other end. Seriously what the fuck was it with this place and swords. "Screw it, I'm fucking dead, can't get any worse, what the fuck does she mean powers I just punch people..." he grumbled under his breath as he went off to join his team and start preparing. He was about to pipe up when some chinese broad stepped to him and what did you know, she was dressed exactly like in a comic book: not very much at all.

Before he could comment on that, however, she just patted him in the back and said some completely meaningless stuff about things being okay and then walked away and Zeke was once more left dumbfounded and watching her go. And not exactly for the same reasons as Ryousei. "I, wuh, but...how the fuck does that help me! No this shit ain't okay there's too much sword around! What the fuck kind of school is this! I was better off in juvie...", he trailed off, realizing the futility of it all. Maybe this wasn't some cool ass animu afterlife and he was being harassed by demons or something. Fuck it, he was gonna take it out on somebody if he could.

Grunting and leaving no one a chance to say otherwise, he went and parked his ass right beside his team's flag. "THIS HERE FLAG'S MINE AND IF ANYONE TRIES TO GIVE ME SHIT ABOUT IT I'MMA PUNCH THE LITERAL SHIT OUTTA YA", he announced loud as he could and with as mean a scowl as he could muster. It was pretty loud and a pretty mean look. Today sucked. He was gonna do as little as possible and if anyone tried to get funny with him they were gonna get hurt. In a hurry.

@tipssyCalibrator @13org

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"A spar? Motherf...the crap are you using a goddamn sword for then?" was Zeke's reply to the ginger kid, openly gesturing at the naked blade, and more would have followed suit had the situation not been interrupted by some woman trying her level best to cosplay as a drill sargeant of some sort. Unlike the girl with the bat, who was apparently easily fooled by glasses and a cap, Zeke recognized her immediately, possibly because she was the last thing that made sense before he realized he'd died. "Oooh, hey, you're Miss Pukeshoes!", he blurted out, entirely unconcerned with how obviously anyone would rather move past such an incident.

And then what the woman said, the way she said it, actually processed in his head. "So, no, wait...fights are totally okay long as you're watching, is that what you're saying? Teachers set up fights?". Once again, his mind immediately went to the phrase "man what the fuck". What the hell was this afterlife, who the crap would set up some kind of dead children fight school thing? Who the crap would set up child fights at all? Well, Russians did, but this all didn't seem russian. This really was straight out of a cartoon. "Right, whatever, this is all insane anyway, what's the worst thing that could happen? What are we even doing here?"

@CondorTalon @tipssyCalibrator

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Right, did a thing. Also @VitaVitaAR I might just be missing it but I don't think anyone's ever mentioned something about a capture the flag game IC.

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The last thing Zeke remembered as the school building thing just...magically showed up right outta nowhere was thinking: "What the fuck". After that it was kind of a blur. There was a lot of wondering about brain damage and if he'd fallen asleep watching a Harry Potter marathon, and considering everyone around him insane for not questioning the invisible building in the middle of nowhere. There was also a lot of running in the opposite direction from everyone else, knocking people aside left and right, before being caught and dragged towards the "school" by two nameless, faceless goons like the ones that'd driven him there.

Or maybe they had names and faces and rather than dragging him in they'd just gently guided him towards a nice, comfy office. He really couldn't say, he was so dumbstruck he didn't even try to punch them and just kinda sorta almost listened to the lecture about some magical force or another and how they were being trained to use it. He would've told them that sounded mental and dangerously close to some cult child soldier shit if he were functional. Maybe he hadn't dodged that asshole truck driver the other week and he was actually dead now. Yeah that was totally it. The afterlife was weirdly okay, it was like something out of a chinese cartoon.

By the time he was led back outside in what felt like a really rushed, impromptu situation, Ezekiel had taken several deep breaths and more or less centered himself. If he was dead he might as well see how this whole thing went, what was the worst thing that could happen? It didn't, however, mean he was exactly calm. It was all too much to take in all at once and he was still more or less on autopilot, going about like a man posessed. Feeling the need to confirm he still, on some level, existed as he knew himself, he walked up to a tree, took a deep breath, assumed a perfectly square stance and dug his fist right into the bark.

Such an action would likely not go unnoticed by the two other teens standing nearby, a short red haired girl carrying around a baseball bat and an equally strangely redheaded asian carrying around a shinai like a spaz. Who the crap just carries a wooden sword around? If the first impact and the sudden sound of splintering wood didn't get their attention then perhaps the following two did. Practiced strikes done for form rather than power, each thrust of the fist accompanied by a matching pulling motion on the other arm, aimed in order at an imaginary nose, sternum and stomach. Then another set for good measure, each set in the blink of an eye.

Everything checked out. Breathing was fine, posture was solid, same distance, same impact. Dying wasn't too bad, he got to keep his body as it was and everything. Hell, he didn't know if he could trust himself but he felt a bit stronger and tougher. Then and only then he really took stock of the situation and saw the one kid looked to be dragging an actual sword around rather than a fake one. "Hey! The fuck you think you're doing with that?!" he called out, stepping up to the little shit with his mind in full guard and already measuring a conservative maai. "Put that shit away before you do something you'll regret".

@CondorTalon @tipssyCalibrator

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Not when the whole thing is sold to the person as a legitimate project precisely to make sure that the channeler doesn't just shoo away the weirdos and goes on about life with his powers unchecked. You can read the character if you'd like, it's all there. But I guess you're right, it is easy for people to be swayed by spectacle and there is comfort to be found in simply going along with whatever large groups of people are doing. Would still like a GM response, assuming a case like this can't be all that rare and that there are situations where it's best to educate the channeler for his own good and the good of others, even if they're not all in on it.

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Okay so you've never ever had any second thoughts upon comparing a worded premise vs its physical reality, nor do you know of anyone who has experienced this. I envy your decisiveness and apparently very honest and straightforward environment. Also my character was approved as not having been told about a magical alternate society because hey, turns out a large number of people wouldn't buy into that. They would also likely start having doubts when taken to some nondescript field in the middle of nowhere.

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So, here's a thought that will likely be my next post. Beyond willfull suspension of disbelief for the sake of the story, what's stopping a crop of modern day teenagers from deciding that this whole situation is too good to be true and choosing to not enter the magically appearing castle? Just deciding this whole thing is too weird and strange and reads like the setup for a cult or something and choosing to walk off to try and reach civilization.