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Coc0loc0 wrote:Maybe we should try to reboot pelvichammer anyways? It was a cool RPG with a funny touch to it. I mean, it basically had an open ending.
I wasn't a part of it, but Ludd is gone dude. He was pretty important, right?
Coc0loc0 wrote:Maybe we should try to reboot pelvichammer anyways? It was a cool RPG with a funny touch to it. I mean, it basically had an open ending.
I wasn't a part of it, but Ludd is gone dude. He was pretty important, right?
Ludd wasn't that important, but shas'o'vera and nikev are gone. And without them its basically dead.
I've been thinking about a new, rather strange RP to set up.
Bassically, it's an inquisition roleplay, but I wanted to spice it up. So, I was thinking of letting two people who joined the rp play as Main Character (from here on called MC). One as an inquisitor (lord) and another one as an Arch Heretic, each with their own Henchmen. Those Henchmen are the other players joining the RP. Each MC (Inquisitor and Arch Heretic) think up on some good ations, and PM to their 'Henchmen' what they want to do in a called event .
The two MC's send in their Ideas to the GM who calles the events,and who combines the sent actions in events, thus balancing the game.
any suggestions, interests or help?
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^ Not enough freedom in that system Scrazz, it'd take too long and you haven't actually said anything about the background of the story, so it's hard to judge.
Oke, so I've written the background. I'll stick to the imperial/inquisition side with this one. But if I GM this one, I won't be able to play myself. Either way, I hate GMing. I'll put it online. Tha start of it with the background I mean, and I'll ask if anyone wants to be GM.
Scrazza wrote:Oke, so I've written the background. I'll stick to the imperial/inquisition side with this one. But if I GM this one, I won't be able to play myself. Either way, I hate GMing. I'll put it online. Tha start of it with the background I mean, and I'll ask if anyone wants to be GM.
Wait for a few roleplays to die off first.. there's too many going on at the minute, and to be honest, you don't post on the zombie roleplay a great deal. Admittedly, not much has happened to your characters, but now sh*t is happening, so.. go deal with that sh*t.
Ludd wasn't that important, but shas'o'vera and nikev are gone. And without them its basically dead.
Gone.......a commissar is never gone......only.....not here as much.
So, I was in this place people call the mall a while back. And I had the urge to expel some bad spirits. As I went into the bathroom, I chose the urinal closes to the corner so I could have some privacy. So I whip out Lord Pevincy and let him loose the bad spirits. Well, I was looking at the wall as the Lord was expelling the spirits and I seemed to have gotten distracted. Turns out, I missed a little.
SO I'm sitting at my computer right, and I have a Coke, Bottled mind you. But it got warm, so I got a Coffie cup and I filled it with the coke and some Ice and I sipped as I did my internet stuff. So like and hour passed and I hadn't sipped any of it. and when I go to sip it, I notice that something solid is in it. So I'm like, "No, why would there be something solid in my coke?" SO I pull these solid THINGS off my tongue and guess what they are? F ING ANTS! I was like WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And so I ran into the Kitchen coughing and what not and I threw those little bastards down the drain with a flood of hate and cold water.......those bastards are lucky I don't have my Nucians yet!!!
It's pretty funny. Before I joined, there were quite a few roleplays, but not many seemed to have been that successful - only a few were any good, it seems. One reached 84 pages or something, but that record is soon to be broken.
Most of the threads were survivor threads, which aren't actual Roleplays.
Then all of a sudden I popped up and started creating roleplays left-right-front-and-centre. Ever since, it's almost like there's been an explosion in roleplays and that survivor threads a dying away now.
guys I have a cool idea for an RP, but i'm not sure about it, this I how I intend to open it (my one problem is lack of descriptiveness, curse my to the point brain)
my imagination wrote:A formation of interceptors broke away from the main pack, chasing the enemy fighters away from the transports, they wove inbetween the guns of the battleship, point defence lasers flickering as they tried to get a fix on their target. One fighter was caught in the tail and exploded, leaving a small impact scar across the hull of the capital ship. The interceptors Continued, Spiraling down into the carnage below as Republic cruisers traded blows with their Dominion counterparts, many of the larger Republic Ships were trying to flee but the nimble dominion frigates were like wolves, chasing them down and disabling them, waiting for the larger ships to finish them off.
Landers began to squeze between the two sides, plunging into the atmosphere on cushions of fire, ready to disgorge the Dominion troopers onto the inocent civilians below
On the ground civilians lined the streets, standing in the dark, watching as the flashes of light danced above their heads.Many had already begun preperations, hoarding foord and trying to gt away from the population centers. then as the streaks of fire began to light up the night sky the people began to relise what had happened. The Republic had lost. The Dominion were coming. People started to panic, they tried to strm the starport, a few managed to secure a place on the freighters docked there, but as they tried to escape they were blown out of the sky by Dominion fighters.
then the landers touched down, well they crashed into the earth, carving great gouges of dirt into the country-side before disgourging there cargo of beasts onto the planet...
basically a sci-fi survival game, the dominion is a mix of reavers, borg, orks and krogan and the republic is your generic sci-fi civilization, think star-trek, halo, star-wars.
the other way I was thinking of rinning it would be 40k, with gaurd against nurgle cultists.
but you guys would know better, what do you think?
Its a good Idea, but it could just be humans versus Humans. It doesn't have to be Humans verses some crazy alien race(though it could be) but humans would have more of a reason to let the planet live. Generally aliens would just destroy the planet, or if there was any resistance, destroy the planet. I like how I know what all of those races are...but I don't know where the borgs are from.
Guard verses Nurgle cultists I doubt would work very well. If the cultists one, they'd just infect the world and the world would be lost.
Fantastic Idea though I'm a huge fan of last stands.
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So, I was in this place people call the mall a while back. And I had the urge to expel some bad spirits. As I went into the bathroom, I chose the urinal closes to the corner so I could have some privacy. So I whip out Lord Pevincy and let him loose the bad spirits. Well, I was looking at the wall as the Lord was expelling the spirits and I seemed to have gotten distracted. Turns out, I missed a little.
SO I'm sitting at my computer right, and I have a Coke, Bottled mind you. But it got warm, so I got a Coffie cup and I filled it with the coke and some Ice and I sipped as I did my internet stuff. So like and hour passed and I hadn't sipped any of it. and when I go to sip it, I notice that something solid is in it. So I'm like, "No, why would there be something solid in my coke?" SO I pull these solid THINGS off my tongue and guess what they are? F ING ANTS! I was like WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And so I ran into the Kitchen coughing and what not and I threw those little bastards down the drain with a flood of hate and cold water.......those bastards are lucky I don't have my Nucians yet!!!
aren't borgs famous for saying, " You will be assimilated?" I think thats how I know them mostly.
Well then good thing you came to us
So, I was in this place people call the mall a while back. And I had the urge to expel some bad spirits. As I went into the bathroom, I chose the urinal closes to the corner so I could have some privacy. So I whip out Lord Pevincy and let him loose the bad spirits. Well, I was looking at the wall as the Lord was expelling the spirits and I seemed to have gotten distracted. Turns out, I missed a little.
SO I'm sitting at my computer right, and I have a Coke, Bottled mind you. But it got warm, so I got a Coffie cup and I filled it with the coke and some Ice and I sipped as I did my internet stuff. So like and hour passed and I hadn't sipped any of it. and when I go to sip it, I notice that something solid is in it. So I'm like, "No, why would there be something solid in my coke?" SO I pull these solid THINGS off my tongue and guess what they are? F ING ANTS! I was like WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And so I ran into the Kitchen coughing and what not and I threw those little bastards down the drain with a flood of hate and cold water.......those bastards are lucky I don't have my Nucians yet!!!
Brother-Captain, sensors are finally able to scan the ship. They indicate it is a corvette-sized minor ship, probably a scout of some kind."
"Design?" asked the captain, warily.
"Sensors indicate... it is approximately 3040 meters on all sides, with a cubic shape."
Picard nearly spilled his tea, though reacted quickly enough to avoid it. "The Borg!" He stood up immediately, after setting down the teacup. "Shield up, ready all weapons, red alert!"
Commander Flavius was impressed as he followed the orders. "So THIS is what it takes to motivate the Federation." He would have to research the Borg a little more later, to learn what made them different from the Romulans they DIDN'T destroy earlier. Honestly, a race had been in multiple wars with humanity over the centuries and Picard didn't immediately open fire?
"Keep us just outside their weapons range." Picard paced the bridge over to the science officer's station, placing a hand on Data's chair's head. He was visibly sweating.
"It is time to finally see how these faux-Naval officers react to battle." he thought. He had never met a true Imperial Naval officer, only Guardsmen, but he'd heard of them. The Federation seemed like some bizarre combination of them and extremely lenient Rogue Traders.
"What's the enemy cube doing?" Picard asked.
"They appear to be... hailing us, sir. Shall I respond with a torpedo?"
"I wonder what they're going to say. Maybe that we should resist them" Worf mused sarcastically. A smirk appeared on Troi's face; apparently there was some joke here Flavius wasn't in on. Only the emotionless Iron Man and Picard, too busy for humor, said nothing. "Put it on screen." he said, facing the viewscreen.
An albino alien with cybernetic enhancement flashed across the screen. A terrifying red artificial eye adorned its face, with the other side covered by metal. Flavius recognized the alien, actually.
"Sir, this is not a Borg! This is an--"
"WE ARE DA BORK. YER TECH... TEK... SCIENCY AND BIOWHATZIT DISTINCTIVENESS'LL BE SCAVENGED AND ADDED TA OUR OWN. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE, BUT FUN. DIS BORG SQUARE'S GOT ALL DA FIREPOWER OF A SPACE HULK, BUT MORE." A toothy smile adorned the Bork's face.
Brother-Captain Picard very quietly, very patiently walked back to his chair in the center of the bridge, all eyes on him. He took a sip of his tea, crossed his legs, straightened his shirt, and while still holding the teacup, responded with an uncharacteristically serious "Mr. Flavius. Fire all weapons."
For some reason, as he entered the commands into the computer to fire (with its atrociously childish sounds as the buttons were pressed), Flavius' mind flashed back to his first day on the Enterprise, a week ago.
He'd been in the galley, and despite these Federation values of "acceptance," no one sat at the table with him. Admittedly, no one else wore constant battle armor, was eight feet tall, and required three chairs and entire side of the table.
After a few minutes alone, looking over a PADD of Starfleet protocols the Brother-Captain had advised him to read, the dark-skinned Tech-Priest wandered over, and sat across the table.
"Hiya!" he said, extending his hand. "Name's La Forge."
"Greetings." Commander Flavius shook the hand. Fortunately, he'd had experiences with regular Guardsmen, and knew to use a fraction of his strength even when unarmored. As it was, in full armor, La Forge was lucky Crusher wasn't needed.
"May I ask you something, Tech-Priest?" the commander asked casually.
"Uh, sure."
"Why are you so... unaltered? I am aware cybernetic enhancements are considered standard and necessary amongst the Omnissiah's chosen, but while my own experiences with them have been limited, it was my impression that having nothing except artificial eyes is considered to be the barest of minimums."
"Uh... in the Federation, engineers don't normally have artificial body parts unless their real ones are destroyed somehow."
"Oh. I assume you lost your eyes in battle? Perhaps with the Klingons?"
"No, uh, I was born blind."
"Ah." The room fell silent as they did; apparently, everyone was listening to their conversation. Flavius poked at the "replicated meat" and "synthehol." He suspected it was a good thing that one of his chapter had been sent, and not a Space Wolf.
"I am Battle-Brother Marcius Flavius of the Imperial Fists."
"Oh, do you guys have your own ship?"
"Yes, our fortress-monastery Phalanx sails the stars, recruiting new hopeful marines from the various worlds we come across, both primitive and advanced. We are especially known for our self-flagellation." he said casually.
La Forge choked on his food. "Self... flagellation?"
"Yes. We punish ourselves for inadequacies. Our sergeants and captains do not even bother to punish failure; it is assumed that any failure by a marine will be dealt with by himself. Why, I am using a pain glove right now." He set the PADD down on the table and waved to La Forge with it; now that La Forge actually looked at it, it WAS a different glove than the heavy gauntlet on his other hand. "It stimulates the pain receptors all over the body. Every Imperial Fist owns at least one. I'm used to it enough by now that I can still function; otherwise these gloves wouldn't be usable in battle."
"What..." La Forge's disbelieving and disgusted eyes were luckily obscured by his VISOR. "What inadequacy are you punishing yourself for?"
"The Brother-Captain suggested I read this PADD of protocol." he said, picking it back up. "The implication is that I am not yet versed enough in Starfleet rules, so, I endeavor to please him."
"Oh." La Forge awkwardly finished, picked up his plate, and left.
That was the last time anyone ever ate with the commander.
Dozens of torpedoes flashed from the Enterprise, spreading out and impacting the Bork ship with incredible force, burning through bolted armor plates and exploding within, blowing weapons of all kinds out of the square.
“Evasive action,” Picard said calmly, “Pattern Delta-3. Circle them.” He turned briefly, eyeing Commander Flavius, who was holding down the firing buttons for all the Enterprise's weapons with one finger. “Continue firing. Target their weapons and shield emitters.”
“Yes, Brother-Captain!” the Marine shouted, quickly scanning the console for the appropriate options, remembering the memorized schematics from the central computer. Worf watched with approval as he selected the correct commands.
The Enterprise went to half-impulse, skirting the edge of the Bork square's engagement zone while pouring phaser fire into its flanks. Literally every surface of the rusting metallic vessel was covered with weapons, be they missile batteries, old-fashioned autocannons or guns so big they could swallow a Galaxy-class cruiser whole. One of Marcus Flavius's expertly targeted torpedoes sailed into the mouth of a big gun, detonating inside the firing chamber.
An answering storm of hot lead cascaded from the Bork square as the gun exploded, taking a three hundred-meter chunk out of the side, killing thousands of drones. The Enterprise, even maneuvering like a bee fed only with cocaine and promethium, was taking hits.
“Shield strength decreasing rapidly, sir!” Flavius yelled, happily blowing his enemy's guns to bits, “Seventy-five percent and falling!”
A random console exploded, blasting a random crewman halfway across the room.
“Medical team to the bridge,” Picard said, his voice tense, before he looked back at Flavius, steadying himself as the ship rocked to one side. “Suggestions, Commander?” he asked pointedly, testing Flavius's knowledge as much as looking for a brilliant tactical plan.
The Marine glanced at the displays before him, and nodded. “This foul ship we're fighting is tough, sir, but only on the outside. These scans indicate that the core is made of wood and iron. We still have the shield strength to break through.” Inside his helmet, he was smiling.
Picard blinked. “You're suggesting we ram it?”
Flavius nodded again. “I am, Brother-Captain.”
Picard turned to face the viewscreen as sparks flew from every available surface, blanketing the bridge in an ensign-burning glow. “Then by all means make it so, Commander. Take us in.”
“Aye, Brother-Captain!”
The Enterprise suddenly tilted to one side, going to full-impulse as hundreds of shells spattered off its forward shields. Firing a full spread of torpedoes directly ahead, the well-built Federation vessel routed all emergency power to the forward emitters and charged in.
For a moment, the battle ceased.
...and then the Enterprise came barreling out the other side of the Bork square, trailing plasma from both nacelles and with its saucer covered in wreckage and broken green bodies. Behind it, the enemy vessel vanished in a brilliant explosion as its primitive petroleum power plant lit. Picard took a moment to assess the damage to his ship before issuing his next orders.
“Contact Starfleet Command,” he said to the Commander, “Inform them of what transpired here and of our current position while we attempt emergency repairs.” He sighed. “And get those infernal things off my ship's hull.”
“Yes, Brother-Captain!” the Marine answered, quickly bringing up the communications screen and preparing a message. When he had finished, he would be the first out the airlock, scrubbing corpses off the Enterprise's saucer section and finishing off whatever might still be alive. It would be just like old times.
Right so apparently, we're not aloud to discuss the thread about zombies in any particular detail, or hear other peoples views on the matter. Huh.
Who'd have thought Dark was Totalitarian?
Anywho, from general chatting with JP, it seems to have occurred that people feel let down by Dark, and want to elect a new GM. What's other people views on this matter?
Ive been in RP with jp discussing the situation...
Below is a direct copy and paste of the first reply I sent...
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While I personally would hope that perhaps Dark can get his gak together and carry on...I would of course participate in a new thread.
However,I must say I am a bit hesitant to simply unceremoniously dump Dark on his ass.
The kid has stumbled quite a bit recently...but he has put a great deal of effort into this RP,perhaps more than many people are aware of,and booting him due to recent events seems overly harsh.
Perhaps I'm being soft on him...it's a possibility,but he is after all a kid..15 perhaps?,his perspectives and interpretations are not the same as an adults,so I try not to judge him by adult standards....which of course may not be the best thing in this situation.
Dark may indeed have bitten off more than he can chew,I cant argue that...obviously as of late he's been in over his head and perhaps overwhelmed attempting to utilize his time to encompass school,friends,down time,the RP etc....and of course his current attitude isn't helping.
Maybe...and it's just a maybe,we could allow him a slight bit of leeway...although I know we already have...and perhaps see if he will be able to pull things together and carry on...if not...new thread..new GM.
Copy of my second PM...
I do agree that Darks apparent "whirlwind" schedule has left him "wanting" in the capacity of GM,and perhaps being in a "Player" posistion would suit him better at this time,as you said..his "inability" to participate in an RP will not bring it to a screeching halt in the same way his "inability" to GM does.
I would say that if he is given the opportunity to rectify the situation,yet doesn't do so in a reasonably timely manner...then we would be left with no recourse other than to open a new thread and replace him as GM.
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I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
I'm general neutral on the matter. I mean, I'm no game master, as many of the old schoolers may recall, the first zombie rp I did maay have ended at 15 pages. However, I think the real reason people are getting slightly feather ruffled about this whole damn business is his attitude. He just doesn't seem to bat an eyelid about commenting on every other part of the forum multiple times, but when it comes to the thread, he's suddenly 'out of time'
I know JP is definitely annoyed, as I believe FM, silly and Kais are in the same boat. I'm fairly sure that Silver and Scrazza have all but abandoned the thread.
As for Darks age. I don't personally feel that's an issue, without it becoming condescending bullcrap. If Darks old enough, and mature enough to write eloquently, I damn well believe he's mature enough to keep deadlines, and not let people down!
I have nothing persona; against him. Hell, of recent, after the whole argument died down, I regret acting so rashly towards Karon, but I do feel that his act of not giving someone else the mantle, even just for a few weeks, seems incredibly selfish.
ghosty wrote:Right so apparently, we're not aloud to discuss the thread about zombies in any particular detail, or hear other peoples views on the matter. Huh.
You're just being silly now dude, you know that all I said was not to post in the RP thread.
As for the rest of you guys, 'tis not my discussion. But I won't deny that I agree with what FITZZ is saying .
ghosty wrote:I'm general neutral on the matter. I mean, I'm no game master, as many of the old schoolers may recall, the first zombie rp I did maay have ended at 15 pages. However, I think the real reason people are getting slightly feather ruffled about this whole damn business is his attitude. He just doesn't seem to bat an eyelid about commenting on every other part of the forum multiple times, but when it comes to the thread, he's suddenly 'out of time'
I know JP is definitely annoyed, as I believe FM, silly and Kais are in the same boat. I'm fairly sure that Silver and Scrazza have all but abandoned the thread.
As for Darks age. I don't personally feel that's an issue, without it becoming condescending bullcrap. If Darks old enough, and mature enough to write eloquently, I damn well believe he's mature enough to keep deadlines, and not let people down!
I have nothing persona; against him. Hell, of recent, after the whole argument died down, I regret acting so rashly towards Karon, but I do feel that his act of not giving someone else the mantle, even just for a few weeks, seems incredibly selfish.
*Super french shrug*
Yes, I am being selfish. But that is because I enjoy being a GM and I want to see my plans of mass destruction come to fruition.
Now, I post on other threads because I'm a sociable guy - I like to chat about stuff. "When it comes to the roleplay, he's suddenly out of time" - no dude. As a writer yourself, I think you can appreciate how long it takes to write even a small good piece of fiction. Considering this event could quite possibly be, in total, the largest post ever written (no kidding - it's gonna be longer than even the 5.5k word one!) and requires me to take into account lots of actions and requests and preferences, it's going to take a lot longer. It requires time, and a certain mindset.
My comment concerning Darks age wasn't exactly meant as a means to excuse him,nor meant to be condescending to Dark,I simply meant that...perhaps a young man...even an extreamly bright young man..can at times find budgeting time a bit of a difficulty.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
@Dark - I apologise for the first post. From what you had written, that we had to PM you on the matter, removed all chances of seeing other peoples views.
Being a GM is a selfless position; your instated in power to keep everyone satisfied. I think, that whilst YOU are enjoying you being GM, apparently others really aren't.
Incidently, it has been mentioned before, many times. If you say that you don't have enough time to write the whole post, why not, you know, do it in sections? And I personally don't find it takes long to write a good piece of fiction, provided you keep your head down, and plough into it.
A-and I believe a reason why people are mildly perturbed, ( a word I do love to write) is because they've sent their requests to you, what? 24 days ago? That's getting on to almost a month. So by your own plan, if you were to follow your own thesis, you'd finish the event by, ooh maybe may time?
Not attacking you, but I think the players have been pushed maybe too far from waiting? They're no longer politely waiting for the event, like they initially were. They're now (Excuse the analogy) A ravenous mob of hoodlums out for your blood.
