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>Rich: Because the GM forgot to level you up after that whole HERO PILE thing. Sorry about that. Level 12 Musician Summoner! +240,000 BOONDOLLARS! | |
>Shit! >Xavier: Assess the situation >Xavier: Fly up and attack it's head | |
>Rich: Examine both major landmarks in no particular order. The store is a no-brainer, and you may as well check out the bulletin board, though your significantly increased APPREHENSION METER may prevent you from accepting any ZANY SIDEQUESTS! | |
>Xavier: You manage to fly up to the monster's head before it can recover from its attack. You flash out with your blade, and manage to slice off part of its ear before the creature soars away, shrieking in pain. Again, it lands on the wall, twitching its uninjured ear, and hissing slightly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Rich: Right, let's check out the store first. SPARE COG. 5 BOONDOLLARS. CHORALE OF CHEER. 525,000 BOONDOLLARS. And the bulletin board has all kinds of ZANY SIDEQUESTS! All of the zany sidequests. Like, the arbitrary fetch quest that asks you to gather 10 of a certain item, likely held by Underlings in the nearby area. Or, the required courier mission, having you carry a certain package to the next town over and deliver it to a certain individual once you arrive there. And of course, the dreaded escort mission, wherein you must guard someone as they travel through Underling-infested wastes. They all sound like such enjoyable, cliche ventures. | |
>Dirk: Do the only logical thing OH GOD DAMN IT. >Future Dirk: Sprite Log? Maybe? | |
>Chas: Talk to GRANDPASPRITE. That was mildly productive. You don the VAGUE SILHOUETTE OF A PENDANT. You're almost entirely sure this thing looks really dumb, but that really doesn't concern you much anymore, now does it? >Chas: Seek the eyepatches. | |
>Connor: Who is a GM? You don't know, but he sounds like a pretty crabby guy. I bet he's got a lot of shit he can't handle. Too bad for him... Also, controlling other people? What? Anyways, you buy the bottle and leaf hat. Yay. >CG: You were only doing it for the sake of comedy. As in, this thread is too up tight. Too much pointless eye gashing, troll drama, and never ending dungeons that high level players can magically get though while level 25 or so Xavier is still stuck in it, when I could get though my first dungeon in a snap. I think the fact that Xavier is still stuck in there and not with this cool guy's original character (do not steal(wait, it's myself. Ha HA!)) so we can epically have epic adventures that me and him have been talking about for like, what now, two months maybe? On a side note, I would like to point out that it would of been fucking amazing if Dirk got to eat that cake before Shepard Pie showed up. You two would of had fun with that sprite log. I'm not joking, I was trying to do you a favor. I'm sure this whole talk between Future Dirk and Shepard Pie is gonna be boring. Well, whatever cool guys. I don't really care, I'm just in this RP to make 4chan references that go over your heads and fuck up shit. And by fucking up shit, I mean doing it in a way the exact opposite direction then Chas, who is being so active but yet such an asshole that his character tends to fuck up the plot and makes him like a male whiny Vriska. Also, Benndak, good job so far at trolling everyone. I never doubted you for anything but your bitches, and almost anything you've ever told me other than you being a master troll. Man, this is the longest self insertion in history(ironically backed by a total self insertion). My poor writing skills, shitty spelling, asshole nature, and over all hipster douche bag like attitude will go down in infamy. And you know what Pappy, Benndak, CJ, Metriod, Waffles, and Nightmare. I wouldn't want that or this thread any other forking way. | |
>Waffles: Sigh Connor, we went over this in the Mall Fight thread, you can't be the GM all/any of the time. The mere fact that things did go out the way you planned is nobody's fault but your own. Pappy isn't "crabby" or "uptight", he's the GM! He governs what is and is not going to happen in this thread! Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe!, he knows exactly what he's doing? So Dirk didn't eat one cake, that's a small potatoes subplot in a whole orchard of well thought out plots! All I'm saying is, post something plot related, at the very most, sparingly question the GM, have fun. | |
>Benndak: Be the proud, strong black woman who don't need no man. Connor, cut the personal attacks. You have no right whatsoever to go around criticizing the creative decisions of myself, Pappy, or CJ. Or anyone for that matter. You're most certainly entitled to your opinion, but the juvenile 4chan attitude and the fact that you feel a need to consistently show up on your soapbox and either attempt to get your own overly predetermined actions through or attack Pappy for disagreeing with you is not ok. If you don't like the way I control my character, fine; bring that up with me, but I take serious offense to you saying I consistently and deliberately fuck up the plot, particularly to the entire group. This isn't a discussion that should be taking place in this topic, maybe you might get a little bit more sympathy from us if you didn't come into this without any real interest in the actual RP and consistently try to undermine the GM. You are a player in an RP he started. He has every right to deny you one of your many requests. | |
>MetroidNut: Attempt to defuse situation. Well, Connor, I think you picked a bad time to mess with the GM. Just saying. Anyway, I don't have the authority or ability to address your complaints, but have you brought them up in private with Pappy? If not, I strongly suggest doing so, and probably removing them from the main thread. They seem rather private in nature; putting them in here is just going to undermine and annoy Pappy, and generally make the situation worse. I mean, we're not out to ruin your fun. But I would argue that if you want to have that fun, you need to go along with the GM a bit more. Being confrontational isn't going to help anyone, least of all yourself. I dunno, sorry if I'm overreaching my bounds here, and sorry if I'm not making any sense. I'm fucking tired. | |
>Dirk: You're not exactly how on earth that's supposed to be logical, but okay. Sure. You fall out the window, flailing your limbs wildly (You notice now of all times that your left hand is still flesh and blood. Neat.), but soon find that you're apparently capable of flying. Also neat. You find that your tower is not exactly built on solid ground. No, it and its neighbors are actually built on a moon, locked in place by a massive chain tethering it to a dark planet far below. This violet world, shrouded in the shadows of the outer rim, is covered by a silent city, the majority of its streets empty and lifeless. A few figures can be seen navigating the winding alleys and passages that criss-cross the sphere, hastily making their way towards their destination. After flying around for a bit, you find yourself staring at an enormous palace, with seven tall towers rising from its base, each topped by a brightly glowing orb. All in all, it's a very ominous place. The sound of the reaper's scythe echoes throughout your session. Be wary. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Future Dirk: Sure, why not? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Chas: You head towards that closet over there in the corner. You know the one. Opening the door, you find that there's suddenly a box tucked away in the back, one that you've never noticed before. It pretty much just screams "TREASURE!" In addition, your vaguely Daredevil-ish powers clue you into the fact that the box is probably booby-trapped. So, you should probably proceed with caution. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Connor: The TURTLE happily accepts your BOONDOLLARS, handing you an empty glass BOTTLE and a fancy PALM LEAF HAT. | |
>Benndak: Slow clap. That is how you use a soapbox. >Chas: Open the box. You're not in the mood to go through the whole Se7en routine, and you distinctly recall being able to take the full brunt of an experimental laser box. Surely this is merely a step up. Regardless, maybe it's time to stop being metaphorically blind and ideologically hopeful and start being dreary, bitter, and literally blind like all the rest of your friends. ...Wait. Ah, fuck it. >Chas: Tear into the box with reckless abandon. | |
>Connor: Wear hat. This is amazing. You feel so awesome. Anyways, you go head to a random interesting location on the map the turtle gave you. >CG: Didn't think you had it in you not to rape, Pappy. The only point of that was to piss you off, and it seems I failed terribly. Epically even. To the point of a personal win for me. All I can say is, well done. You've easily thrown by me into rage like the classic rage face at a few times in the past, with out me even trying, but it appears me trying is what leaded to it's failure. It appears I should leave the trolling to those who slow clap for what they agree with, which may be ironically. However, I did scare a few people into thinking you were gonna flip shit. I'm sure Benndak was expecting you to not get mad, but who knows with that guy. Anyways, guess my game is played. Counter trolled and kinda looking like an idiot. And I still wouldn't have it any other way. I am happy with this RP, cool shit has happened. It's more up to us users if cool shit happens or not, me included. I wasn't even trolling with that. I totally love you guys. It's just you're all so serious at times, I don't see the point in that. I'm never said fun doesn't happen, but most of the time that isn't just adventuring or serous plot bullshit, then it's just a few jokes every know and then. I"m not saying the seriousness don't have it's place, but if we have too much, which while I can't say is fully true, it is an increasing notable issue. I think what little jokes me, Waffles, Benndak, and even Pappy for a lot of the time, are what make this worth RPing for. Anyways, if I did troll any of you somehow, I am sorry. Looking back, it was a bad move. I'm sure I didn't though, but whatever. But anyways, that cake is getting lonely in the fridge. I won't wait til my character gets back for someone to eat it. | |
>Nitemare:Get involved in argument Naaa.Anything you would have said has already been said by people who are probably better at saying it then you.Also,you admit you have no idea why people find trolling fun. >Greg:Walk around in armor You walk around your LIVING ROOM in your new "shiny" ARMOR.You can't move very fast and you flexibility is kind of gone,but hey!You LOOK like a real Knight now! You take a moment to revel in that fact. OK.Moment over. You contemplate trying to see if you could combine your SHIRT,abit without the blood stains,with the ARMOR,but it would probably cost another LOAD of GRIST.That and Illire gave it to you.You feel it would be kind of rude to change his design any. Now you need another opinion on how you look.And you know just who to ask. Lily! | |
>Dirk: Be confused at what you're seeing. No thanks. Your intense GENRE-SAVVINESS informs you that this is almost certainly the palace (as what else could it be but a palace?) of the main villain of the game, what with its dark atmosphere, ominous architecture, and devilishly stylish use of purple. You would almost certainly encounter enemies if you entered this terrible place. And yet... you take this as a perfect opportunity for a little scouting mission. Maybe find out a little about the WHITE-SUITED AGENT. You slip in through a window, wary of whomever might be within. >CJ: Be pissed at Connor Fuck that, I'm pissed at enough shit right now to go into detail on why someone shouldn't be an overly-entitled brat when, frankly, the GM has done their best to cater to their every whim without turning this RP into an EVEN MORE blatant wish-fulfillment scenario than the usual RP. What you need to remember, Connor, is that this isn't just you and the GM here. There are a multitude of real people present in this thread, all doing things with their characters. Pappy has to keep track of all of that, and he has to run it all together and try to make a coherent story. Andrew Hussie is a master at weaving plot threads together, but they all come from his own head. His best laid plans will never be fucked up by someone deciding they want to ignore Plot Point A to check out Shiny Nickel B. In a way, Pappy works even harder than Hussie, because he's got real people making sometimes remarkably stupid decisions to deal with. He does NOT need you being a troll. Frankly, that's pretty immature and bratty of you to try and put extra stress on the GM because you think it's somewhat funny. It's not. It's really not, the only one laughing here is you. At this point I wouldn't blame Pappy if he gave your character a gloriously embarrassing death, or simply kicked you out and handed your character's reins over to somebody else. You are a part of this RP because Pappy wills it, the least you can do is show him a little respect. | |
>Chas: As you tear into the box with reckless, youth-like abandon, you are greeted by the imminent explosion of a pair of old fragmentation mines. Said explosion sends you hurtling backwards, slamming into the far wall, and knocking a large portion off your HEALTH VIAL. However, you are at this point a high enough level to not be slain by a mere booby-trap, and are soon able to climb back to your feet. It seems that the worst casualties are your suit and hat, which have a torn sleeve and is missing their brim, respectively. Nonetheless, you are soon able to examine, in full, the contents of the MYSTERIOUS BOX. You find THE CASSOCK'S EYEPATCH! Also, an old bottle of vodka, your family genealogy, and a small pile of cash. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Connor: As it would be hypocritical of me to control your character at this point, I'll have to ask you to be more specific. Do you want to head to the mysterious cave, the mysterious temple, or the mysterious Third Gate? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Greg: Alright, you know the drill. Let's do this! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Dirk: As you climb in through an ornate window, you find that the Palace is strangely devoid of life. You can hear the frantic scurrying of a few people running about, but it's not nearly enough to justify having such a huge place. Anyway, you soon find yourself at an intersection in a long hallway. Several signs are on the wall, thankfully written in good ol' English. They read: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >GM: Be confused, and slightly pissed. Right, can do. So, all of this, ALL OF IT, was just an attempt to get some kicks by possibly making someone mad? Is that honestly what you consider fun? Is that seriously how you want people to view you? Whatever amount of respect I still had for you, whatever slivers of affection still clung to me, have successfully been dashed to pieces. So, well done. I no longer view you as anything more than an annoyance. And a rather incompetent annoyance at that. So, here's the bottom line. You've got two strikes. No, that's a lie, you've got way more than two. But, I was willing to overlook the personal insults and pesters, the mental blows that you inflicted (Intentionally or not) upon my already cracking psyche for the sake of maintaining a coherent RP. We've already lost two players, I don't want to lose another. That said, while I can deal with whatever annoyances you throw my way, if you ever, EVER, show this degree of disrespect for your fellow players, I will not hesitate to kick you from this RP. You've got one more chance. I would advise that you don't fucking blow it. | |
>Dirk: Go to Throne Room You may have just jumped out a tower at breakneck speed with no knowledge that you could fly, but you're not THAT stupid. You go to the ARCH-REGENT's OFFICE. | |
>Greg:Make a few items You thank Lily once again and head back to your HOME,the spring having returned to your step. Once you are inside,you contemplate what color you will want to make the ARMOR.You could go with the color of the phoenix but you think you will go with white.Less of a scary color. Before you do that you try to make another SHIRT OF THE WHITE RAVEN and a six more CAPTCHACARDS. You then combine your old SHIRT OF THE WHITE RAVEN with your ARMOR. Combine:SHIRT OF THE WHITE RAVEN&&IMPERIAL DRONE ARMOR=PSCHOOOOOOO | |
>Xavier: Pacify the beast | |
>Chas: Observe damage. Your LASER FEDORA has already been damaged, but in the sexy, action hero-looking way by RICH; and now, the brim's been blown off clean. This hat is no longer wearable. You slowly lay it down on the ground, wiping a small tear from your eye. Another good one lost. Meanwhile, your SUIT JACKET evidently took the brunt of the blow to your torso, a sleeve charred and ripped off entirely. You lower your head and take it off, placing it over your lost hat. All that remains are your waistcoat over your dress shirt and a black tie. You give yourself an indulgent nod and take off the latter, tossing it into your newly-spacious SYLLADEX just in case you end up with another jacket. Fate has conspired for you to look like the THIN WHITE DUKE. All you need is to comb your hair back and develop a crippling addiction to cocaine. You can't do either at the moment, but you make a note of it. >Chas: Continue. You metaphorically pocket the COSSACK'S VODKA, as it is undoubtedly imbued with magical, COMMUNIST energies. When you are a man, this will be your drink. You also fold your FAMILY GENEALOGY and carefully slip it into one of your waistcoat's pockets, and are sure to CAPTCHA the cash as well, once more filling up your SYLLADEX. After one last look around, you hold the COSSACK'S EYEPATCH - surely beyond comprehension in mystical energies, and were you not blind you are entirely sure it would be glowing red with sheer WORKER'S POWER - and ascend the stairs to your roof and its various ALCHEMY MACHINES. Time to put your plans into motion. >Chas: Alchemize. Ask for this. You first create a second COSSACK'S EYEPATCH, then you create a slew of CAPTCHA CARDS. Enough for them to become entirely irrelevant to the plot at this point for you. Now for the fun part. COSSACK'S DUAL EYEPATCHES && LASER FORK If all goes as planned, you should end up with Halloween Jack-themed communist laser eyepatches that are implanted into your neural cortex. One might say... | |
>Dirk: You follow the signs through a virtual labyrinth of hallways, before finally finding yourself standing outside a rather cluttered office. You can see mountains of paperwork through the slightly grimy window, a small desk (Piled high with more paperwork) and three walls of six monitors (Which are currently turned off). Hung from the door is a sign that used to read, "Back in five minutes." The five minutes part, however, has been crossed out and replaced by, "Mind your own damn business." Well. Looks like the ARCH-REGENT is currently off somewhere else. What's the plan? Go somewhere else? Break into the office? Burn everything to the ground? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Greg: You create the ALTERNIAN STORMTROOPER GUARD! Basically the IMPERIAL DRONE ARMOR colored white, with black highlights at the joints. In addition, the <3 and <3- symbols have been replaced by a black outline of a RAVEN and a PHOENIX, respectively. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Xavier: As soon as you begin talking, the beast swoops in your direction again, swiping at your head with its claws. Luckily, your dodge skill is high enough to avoid the attack, and the monster passes you harmlessly, making its way towards one of the walls again. It doesn't look like this'll end peacefully... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Chas: Okay, come on. Think think think... You create the PIRATE'S EYE CANNON! An eyepatch that shoots lasers. Neat. You create the WE ARE THE DEAD! Basically the same eyepatch (That still shoots lasers) except more glam covered and David Bowie-ish. Really no better way to describe it then that. Finally, you create the DEAD EYE IMPLANTS! A pair of retractable eyepatches (Still capable of laser shooting, and still very glamorous) built to be stuck into your face, much like the sunglasses worn by Jensen. Looks like you're probably going to need some help with getting these attached, unless your capable of performing detailed ocular surgery on yourself. | |
>Examine DEAD EYE IMPLANTS. These things are pretty damn cool, and are also probably computers. You honestly don't know about that last part, so naturally the only thing left to do here is try and stick these into your face somehow. Unfortunately, while you do have some experience in ocular surgery (hardy har), you're pretty sure these things aren't exactly designed to just be smashed onto your face. Surely there's some kind of...wait. >Chas: Attempt to equip DEAD EYE IMPLANTS via SYLLADEX. | |
>Xavier: Sigh >KNIFETECH LVL 28: X2 >Waffles: Drive away any lingering intensity by commenting on the recent update My God, Hussie you fucking comic genius, I haven't laughed so hard in sweeps. Well done sir, well done. | |
>Dirk: Break in OK, think, Dirk. Surely there must be some way you can break in? You consider breaking down the door, but you decide that's probably a bit too violent. You don't want to just piss off the ARCH-REGENT, whoever that is. You are looking for information, not new enemies. You then consider sneaking in. But to do that, you'd likely need a KEY to get through the door. You scan the halls, hoping to find some CLUELESS DERSITE with access to the place. >Find CD | |
>Connor: Choice choice on the map. Hmmm, yes, what to chose, what to chose. You pick the third gate. You feel like giving Chas a hello that's long over due. You don't really care if Blue wants him to kill you, as you figured by now. You leave the village back the way you came, get some water in your bottle, and you go though the temple, kill any baddies inside, go though the third gate, and attack the nearest thing around it. And wear you're awesome hat. That is what you are calling it now. It's awesome, and it's a hat, and it's an Adventure Time reference. You feel you should make more of those from now on. Enough vidya, more cartoons. Vidya is too serous anyway, and too time consuming, as you can tell by playing this game. But, you are still having fun. You pretty sure you can say that much. | |
>Chas: It seems that equipping the IMPLANTS through your sylladex does little more than place them upon your face. Yes, their in position, but they're still not really attached. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Monster: Lv 41 BATTLETECH: BLEED EVERYWHERE. As Xavier's knives cleave through the beast's armor, it shrieks in pain, twin splatters of blood erupting from its wounds. The monster has taken significant damage, and one of its wings is out of commission. The creature awkwardly scuttles along the ground, its one good ear still twitching. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Dirk: Sadly, you are unable to find any DERSITES of the CLUELESS persuasion roaming through the halls. It appears that they're likely off doing something silly, and possibly plot related. You do, however, stumble into a CAREFREE SOLDIER, a Dersite dressed in a plain uniform. Of similar height and build to LR (Without the scars, obviously) he gives you a cautious glance, before speaking. "Can I help you with something?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Connor: ...Well, this should be fun. As you leap through the Third Gate, you find yourself landing on top of a rather tall house, with various ALCHEMY EQUIPMENT on top of it. You note that you're apparently in a different land, one with thousands of tiny stars shining overhead and small pillars of metal sticking out of the ground. The nearest thing to the Gate is some kid in dress clothes, trying to put a couple of EYEPATCH things over his eyes. Your attack (Presumably with your batkind) slams directly into said kid's face, driving the EYEPATCHES into his skin. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Chas, again: Some kid randomly shows up and slams a bat into your face. It hurts. A LOT. But hey, looks like that got the DEAD EYE IMPLANTS to stick in place! So, that's good. | |
>Chas: React. AGH FUCK WHAT THE EVER LOVING GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST IS GOING ON HOLY FUCKING TITS The out-of-nowhere batslam hits you square in the eyepatches, and your whole world comes to life with a spark. You cry out in pain as the DEAD EYE IMPLANTS merge with your NEURAL CORTEX, doubling over and staggering backwards. As you stumble in your painful stupor, you notice the outlines and silhouettes get sharper; you have by no means regained your vision, but rather seem to be developing a HUD. Soon on comes a display of your HEALTH VIAL, and immediately afterwards your various STAT BARS. Your HEALTH VIAL in particular grabs your attention, seeming rather low - actually, you can make out the warm flow of a considerable amount of blood down your cheeks. It hurts. A LOT. Through your suffering grimace you manage to turn your head in the direction of the guy who just hit you, standing back upright. The pain in your head is splitting, both at the entrance wound and at your body rejecting the augmentations. In addition, seems the stranger on your roof has a red outline (or maybe that's more of your blood?). There are a couple things certain here. One, whoever just did that is an enemy. Two? You didn't ask for this. >Chas: Turn this reference into a menacing one-liner. I DIDN'T ASK FOR TH- Suddenly another sharp pain in your head turns your one-liner into a bit of a mix of a whimper and a scream, before an unexpected concentrated laser blast shoots out of your eyes. You spray an uncontrollable volley everywhere, knocking yourself over at last. >Chas: Get up. Retribution. You bring yourself to your feet, at first contemplating a pun, but then just deciding to toss your sense of class out the window just this once. >Chas: Laser eyes. The guy on your roof. Now. You send a salvo of CYBORG EYE-BEAMS stranger-ward. In another universe, you can only imagine what a certain blueblood is feeling. | |
>Rich: Have no time for this bullshit! You do so! Clearly these ZANY SIDEQUESTS are nothing but unimportant distractions! You can't afford any pointless grinding; it's time to get your shit together and advance in the main game. >Rich: Buy MAP, 5 SPARE COGS, and both FRAYMOTIFS so long as funding allows (if it does not, buy the STRETTO BURST); then examine MAP, attempt to determine which way you're supposed to go in order to progress in the main game, and lead Sheriff Quickdraw along this route. The word "brevity" inexplicably crosses your mind. You wonder what this could possibly be implying. | |
>CG: No, wait a second. I haven't read what's been posted yet. Posting anyways. I may of not been the best RPer, and now I may come kill the little chance I had to prove otherwise, but I may want point out something. No, wait, I'm sure I want to point something out. In fact a few things. First, I will make it clear as a minor spoiler that, I wasn't really trying to troll in the first place. I was trying to invoke a reaction, and I was hoping it be taken lightly and light hearted, but I see I am no comedian, much like the rest of us, and my first post reactions was met with mild anger from some, and annoyance from others. Now, that being all said, the reaction was not too too large, and that would be my own fault for any reaction in the first place. Pappy, annoyed, a tiny bit, or at least by everyone else. I was only in it for the coconut cake joke. Funny how such little things turn so large. Anyways, Pappy at a glance didn't seem upset. Maybe he was just that, annoyed. He said, in bold, all cap, italic text that he would listen to any one's concerns and do his best to help. This was not because he was upset, but because he was wanting to make his point. But, what about the concerns I posted at first. Were they really made note of, or ignored? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that. I don't even care if you disagree. I'm only putting out my point of view, as to explain my next post that put me on hot ice. First off, my second post over saying that I was trolling before, was trolling itself. My apology, it may of been needed, but I don't think it maters seeing how you responded to it, was made for that post itself, not the last one. Now, the fabrication of me saying my last post was trolling, was yes, a fabrication. I used it, however, ironically. It's ironic because, you all believe my attempt was trolling first off after and maybe before reading it, and also, the opposite was quite quite true, where that post did make one person really really pissed off, and made the GM relieve his true feelings over our relations.
First off, he said personal insults and pesters. I may have been pestering him a little more than needed, as in attempts to become friends with him. But he, for one, didn't really care about me wanting to be his friend(at the time), and two, took our differences in opinion on the RP as personal attacks to him. I guess that's where he gets insults from. And I already knew of the mental blows, which we where related to him disagreeing with me on something in the RP, and him having fit over my persistence over that something he backed down on anyways. Also, after writing a message apologising, that anger lead to him sending me an entire message 500 to 800 word message, about 2 months ago, over how much he didn't like me, all in attempt to hurt my feelings, and well, do what you think I'm trying to do now (I'll get back to this later) He also failed pretty hard at insulting me, they were all things I heard before and couldn't care about. Then he came back 4 days later and apologised. I accepted it, obviously, and and I attempted to keep our disagreements peaceful, or at least as best I could. Failed hard at it myself, I take blame for that. And you know Pappy, I tired to be you friend, and I tired to be cool with our arguments, and I did pretty well at looking past them to see you as a good person. But, if you can't handle that we disagree on shit, and that I don't back down so easily, then you can report me for this post and get me put on probation or worse. But, I just want you to know, I don't and can't really hate you. You don't seem like a bad guy at all. You're just as trouble and messed up a little inside like me, and we both know that's true. But, even if it's wrong and I'm the crazy one, or you are, I still can't hate you, no mater how much you respond to my trolling negatively, no mater how annoyed you get, no mater how much you slowed down the plot, and no mater how much you ignore me, weather what I'm saying is important or not. This entire post may even make you mad, but I think some how you won't get mad. Like, at all. Just annoyed, but not mad. I already know this, I'm just projecting. Really, if I troll anyone and get taken seriously, which I have made clear are never my intentions for this thread, then I guess I really just add up to this. So yeah, go and hit that report button. I personally would love to stay in this RP, add something meaningful. But hey, if you really think I'm not worth it, and blocking me on PC and ignoring any message I give you isn't enough, then please. Do yourself the favor and do what you think is right. A wise man told me that you can't control other people's choices. And, I guess I should of learned that by now, maybe if I did you won't hate me. Also, my good byes to everyone if I get banned or taken out or something. CJ, I just skimmed your message. All I can say is you are mad. Unless you meant pissed as in drunk. Well, getting drunk to me would be pretty cool. I'm really flattered. (I am just joking though, sorry guy I don't know very well at all.) Waffles, we both know the amount of GM sharing and character sharing inside Mall Fight, don't be a hypocrite man. You know me Coolio Guy, I am just trolling. Nite: I figure you won't really care about this entire ordel when it boils down to the point. You're pretty smart for a guy like you. Keep doing what your doing Benndak: You saw all this coming a mile away. You knew this would be a crappy troll attempt that I would fuck up while writing and make it a sappy farewell in the case that Pappy or anyone else reports me. But hey, whatever man. You keep doing what you do. Metriod: I don't really know anything about you. At all. I don't have anything to say really other than good luck and stuff(emphasis on stuff). Well, now I am the longest self inserter. It's me. And also bad at soap box style post, it's not even funny. Please, just hit the report button. I think the embarrassment is killing me enough. >CG: See what's been posted after you wrote all that. ...Maybe if you hate me so much, you should just kill me off. At least you'll get the bloodily satisfaction you're all looking for. Now I know how Virska feels, minus the failed romance with John. | |
>Greg:Revel in your awesome new armor. Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. This ARMOR is...AWESOME!Its juts...its AWESOME! You almost have a moment of glee..before you realize you have alot to do and not alot of time to do it!You have a true Knight's ARMOR.Now to be a true Knight and be a HERO.And Heros don't idle. You stuff your old gear into your MODUS then head out the DOOR.Once outside you look up to where the Return Node is at the top of the path Lily made. You smile then close your eyes and focus on the spot. >Greg:Attempt to teleport in front of the return Node. | |
Right. Well then. You know what? Instead of responding in haste, and saying things that I don't really mean, I think I'm going to log off for the night. I'm going to go to sleep, wake up tomorrow, screw around for a while, then come back and address this. In the meantime, everyone, I'd appreciate getting your insight on this situation. As CJ pointed out, this isn't just something between Connor and I; you're all involved in this RP, and whatever I say/do next will likely have some effect on you all. So, if you have any strong feelings about this situation one way or the other, let me know, and I'll naturally take them under consideration tomorrow. Thanks everyone, and have a good night. I'll make sure to have some actual content up tomorrow morning. | |
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Eidt: Connor Lonske is kicked from this RP. That is all. | |
I am going to drop the whole RP Thing for this post as I feel this is a very serious matter and I want to show that I am being very serious about it. I won't go into a big long discussion or post about it because,as I said before,what I have to say has been said by people who are no doubt better at saying it then I am. So to put it in simple terms,I am going to support Pappy in this matter.I am sorry Connor.I bear no ill will toward you. No,its not an attempt to suck up or get special treatment because that isn't what I want.I want to see this RP go as far and as long as possible.I want to see us all work toward that goal. I am not trying to take sides in this matter,which I am probably failing at. I know that I don't need to say this.But I feel I should add my two cents in.If it is wished,I will remove this post.Again,I merely wish to give my two cents. | |
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>Greg: After donning the armor, you find that you are able to move around in it easily enough. Sure, like all armor it restricts your speed and flexibility, but it's nothing that you can't deal with.
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>Rich: You soon find the road again, and presumably follow it to its destination, another, slightly larger town, still built out of glass. The main difference here is the lack of Underlings running about, and the fact that the citizenry are not panicking.
You see a large group of about twenty CROCODILES marching through the streets, arranged in two orderly lines, with a larger Consort at their head. In addition, you think you can also make out another SURPLUS STORE, and another BULLETIN BOARD. Huh, it's like all these VILLAGES/TOWNS/WHATEVER all follow the same formula of buildings/landmarks.
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>Connor: The clerk is unable to tell you much more than that the two items are FRAYMOTIFS.
As for the amount of money you currently have, the GM is not keeping track of it. Since, however, you don't want to go through the archive to find that out, he'll take some time out of his day to go back and do it for you. He won't be happy about it, however.
Also, while he's in a bad mood, the GM would like to take the opportunity to admonish you for trying to control another player's character. Not cool.
You appear to have approximately 200,000 BOONDOLLARS.
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>Dirk: You are somewhat disappointed to find that the only way out of this tower appears to be the windows. You fail to spot a door, stairway, or exit of any other kind.
You guess you could try climbing out the window or something, but that might be kind of dangerous.
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>Future Dirk: While you wait for Connor's eventual return, you notice something pink flying toward the apartment. Soon, a pink Sprite, appearing as a pony dressed in futuristic combat armor, slips inside, looking around nervously.
"Is he gone?"