December 30th, 2009
Jane isn't exactly limping when she gets into the Nexus but she feels like she should be. She drops into a couch and rolls her shoulders a few times. Then glances around watching the various people who frequent the Nexus. She doesn't think any of them look like trouble or anything and she thinks that she might get a few ideas from here.
"Right. If you were thinking of some kind of protection what would you go for? I'm talking something flexible. More so than just a bullet proof vest. Just curious."
That's pretty much a lie, no one who asks stuff like that is ever just curious. "And here's another. I've got a client who has a top of the line can't be broken into security system. At least that's what it's supposed to be. Any entrance that could be used to break in and get the goods he was keeping are too small to get through by normal means as far as I can tell. Okay so guess what, someone broke in and lifted some things. He doesn't know how because he doesn't have security cameras in his vault."
She taps her chin and leans forward. "I have a few ideas on how he got robbed. What do you think happened?"
((Cross posted for great justice.))
There is a flash of light, and Q's back in the Nexus.
No, not that Q, the other Q.
She's wearing the form she wore here last time -- a tall, red-haired, human woman -- but the arrogance she carried herself with last time is mostly gone. She looks tired, and while she makes a token attempt to sneer at the Nexus, it's only a token... the sneer is gone in seconds, replaced by an expression that seems both empty and unhappy.
"How do you live with knowing how weak you truly are?"
This was getting to be a habit. Hubs at the end of the world - or the center of the universe, rather - seemed to be a popular hangout for the Endless. Maybe it was the multitude of people that gathered there, or maybe it was how incredibly big the universe felt there, or maybe she just found them interesting, but Death could always be found there, as she is now, sitting a table sipping a drink, and smiling at the world as she sees how it's all going to end.
"Hm-mm... pop quiz, folks."
She sets down her mead, and flashes a knowing smile.
"Why?"
Now, it's quite often that the Doctor finds himself in a strange place. He's been to an over-abundance of worlds, after all, and with all the time he's spent bobbing around the universe he's used to ending up somewhere he doesn't quite expect. The TARDIS had fallen into the unfortunate habit of surprising him lately, too, and normally he'd figure turning up at the hub was just her silly way of saying "Why thank you, Doctor, for being such a nice Doctor - here, take a load off and have a drink, why don't you?"
Except that the Doctor doesn't quite know where his TARDIS is, and that's not a very usual thing.
"Well, this is a pickle, innit?"
He sits himself at a table, sets his elbow on its top and squishes his cheeks between his hands, pondering the far wall.
"Now if I were a blue box, where would I be? Well, I'd be where I left myself, of course, where else would I be? Now where in the world did I leave myself? That's exactly the pickle, you see, because I don't remember that. But I should remember that - no, I do remember that! It's just the matter of sorting out which where I left it it is now, innit? Except of course I don't think I've been here before, so it's got to be the newest where I left it... but the newest where I left it would have to be back there, and this isn't back there at all, that I can see, so that only leaves that I really don't remember where I left it and that's a wibbly bit of trouble."
He releases his cheeks and takes a breath, and voices a question to the multiverse.
"So if I don't remember the where I left it that I really should remember because it's the only where I left it that I left it this time around, how in the world am I getting back my box?"
When I finished the Eberron campaign, you bitched at me about how it "wasn't the kind of campaign you built your character for". I said straight up it was a travelogue so people could get how the world works, not a deep exploration of one villian group. You built your character for fighting that group; this is not, in fact, my problem, is it? Your failed assumption is not my emergency.
Then you bitched when I told you that your attitude disqualified you for the next campaign. So sad, too bad. It did. You were a jerk, and I am a game master, and I do not need the stress of straight-up jackasses in my game. There's the door, don't let the knife on the doorknow hit you in the prostate on the way out.
Then people decided, since one of our core players is out of action indefinately with cancer of the intestine and liver, to play Star Wars. Which I also run, and everyone said they had fun with the last campaign. (The final session was a fight with long-running enemies that happened the same day of the Battle of Endor; everyone got a chance to be heroic and do great things, including the guy who threw himself into the battle droid, expecting to die along with it, but was saved at the last moment before falling into the reactor core. Really, it was dramatic as all hell.)
Then you sent a 'detailed description' of how I am an 'incompetent game master' to the email list, including things from Eberron and Star Wars, and claiming stuff from my house rules as being proof of it. (I don't care you want to play an Illumian from Races of Destiny; I think the race is stupid as a concept and I don't want them in my game.)
Yeah, screw you. You're a bad gamer, a bad RPer (why are all your characters bisexual nymphomaniacs, anyway?), and that last part shows you're moving to being a bad person.
It seems Faye has been living in the Nexus since Christmas Day... Which, of course, was pretty much ruined by her near-kidnapping, temporary dismemberment and losing her sword. She hasn't really done anything productive, other than setting up a home for herself.
Currently sat on a love seat, Faye's wishing she could be affected by alcohol.
Now, there is the required question. "How would you all cope with being rendered completely helpless...?"
So. This isn't a rant, but I know we've all been there with items like this
and possibly done it ourselves, so I thought this be a nice prep and laugh from the usual anger we all hold.
Click here for amusement.
Our form:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Occupation:
Physical Description:
Personality:
History:
Particular Skills:
Other Stuff:
Your application:
My name is Corporal Sparklesue. I am specialized in undercover missions, and covert OPs because of my small height(4'9"). I love to get hyper by eating a ton of sugar and pester the enemy until they go insane and kill them selves as well. I am also a black belt in both Tae Kwon Do, and Poke Fondu. |3
Ok. Not cool.
Yes. I just started this RP. Yea, against my better judgment it's on Gaia, and I feel a bit pressured to play a 'Special snowflake ttly special' character, just to keep up with you all since you do it. But it looked, you know, fun. Plus I really had a character idea I wanted to play.
Perhaps I should have ran when I noticed it REQUIRED an anime picture. While I prefer well written descriptions, or drawing my own art, I shrugged it off and found something I thought fit my manipulative little ice queen.
But uh yea. I'm pretty sure I'm going to drop this now. I don't care if your super awesome Mod of the year. It's not cool to take control of my character. I mean, perhaps if you asked me before, and it was for a good reason sure I might say yes. But for something as simple as agreeing to coffee? Really? This just sort of perplexes me, to be honest. If your willing to control my character for me, in something as simple as going for coffee, I have to wonder exactly what else you would try to do.
( mostly about WoW raid stuff, not much about 'rp' rp, yeah, just move along )Was I right in what I did? No.Was raid lead right to hold it against me when they can't even manage their own raid? Now that's something we can be sure to debate. It would be one thing to want to help this person, but you'd start that by telling them they have no business in this raid until they learn their damn class!
There is something very irritating about GMs who have massive hard-ons for their own PCs.
But then, things can get outright out of hand.
Sure, man, love your PCs as much as you want, but I WILL draw my line when ordered by my GM superior to purposely sabotage the NPC belonging to another PC so he won't shadow his own Pet NPC.
The game is 4th D&D Ed, and I am one of the "minor" GMs, running personal storylines, stuff mostly for character development, you know, rivals\lovers, personal goals, etc. In short, stuff that won't give you a lot of gold or glory but will make people (hopefully) love their character more.
( Butthurtedness, Raging Hard-Ons and Outright Asshatery )
And that was when I delivered my resignation letter.
The End.
I've started a new steampunk RP; it's my first time running a game in a long time, and so far I'm very excited about the setting and players who have shown interest. They're people I know will cause zero drama, are superbly creative, and are super nice. The plot's fun and (hopefully) engaging. Everything is coming together for opening day.
Sounds idyllic, yeah?
...And then the WTF rolls in.
I gave the canned response with polite explanations for why it was an unacceptable app, but what I really wanted to say goes something like this:
( Long, ranting letter is long. )
December 29th, 2009
There seems to be a rather tall orange and black mech pacing about near the sign today. After a few moments, he asks his question without ceasing in his pacings.
"Suppose there's someone who was a threat to the well-being of an entire planet and its inhabitants... and someone else eliminated the threat, or so you thought... Roughly a year passes, and something happens involving the original threat, which proves that the threat survived, though in a very weakened state. Now the original threat has been totally neutralized... Though now he or she is a shadow of who they were originally. Bear in mind that they can no longer harm anyone, due to what happened... Do you accept that and let them be, or do you keep watch to make absolutely sure they can't harm anyone ever again?"
Recently, I decided to make my first ever forray into the magical world of RPs, prodded by a close friend of mine, and searched for an internet board on which to practise and learn the ropes so that I didn't make a total fool of myself.
I had to search around a bit because most of the RPs were very combat-based, which is understandable in the fandom I suppose, and thus had reams and reams of rules and tables and point-systems and little number/letter thingammers with doodaas and bits which all controlled which attacks you could use and what weapons you had. And all of the FAQs for explaining this ridiculously complex system were littered with technical terms and yet more tables and eventually my brain just threw up.
So I looked for a board that was a leeeetul less high-maintenance and a bit more focused on character interaction as opposed to kicking butt, taking names and earning points so you could get that wildly over-compensating, strangely phallic sword you always wanted.
( That was, I think, my first mistake. )
If you wanted your board to be exclusive, maybe you shouldn't have let in players you don't want to play with or just don't like. Not when you've made such a big deal about getting everyone involved. Belittling them to your special group and ignoring their ideas and feelings seems like a real waste of valuable play time. You think they don't notice how you're pulling other players away from them and pushing threads to continue without them?
What is this, Camp Chippewa?
Now that's an idea for a board if a good Gary Granger and Becky Martin Granger could be had...
April had not been able to visit the Nexus lately, because of a busy school semester. But today she is on her winter break, and is relaxing by a chair with a winged blue kitten in her lap.
"Do you ever think your life would be different, if you or your family was more normal?" And by normal, she means not having special abilities.
"Or is there such a thing as normal..."
I get it, you have other fandoms that you enjoy more than the one we're gaming. There's fandoms that everyone in this current game enjoys more. It'd be kickass if we could all settle on a fandom, but we're from all corners of the interest web and can't seem to settle on one. We all have "games on the side" which belong to our respective fandoms but THIS is our "big game"...our "main game."
What sets you apart? You constantly make us feel like our game is inferior to your other game. You bitch about being bored, you started dropping the dreaded one liners, you're slow at replying because you're...oh wait...at your other game. And as if that wasn't bad enough, you're now telling everyone how much you love your other game, how much FUN you have with other players and other characters which are not in our game. Fap moar pleez. If you love that game so much more then, please, leave our game and go fap to your fandom's characters/the people you play with there.
We've tried to accommodate you in any way we can. We do all the plot twists you want, we even give in to the crack pairings you want. We really just want to be a happy RP family again. I'm sorry we don't "inspire you" or "kick-start your RP muse" anymore but we're not here to be your personal jesters. We worked our asses off to keep you interested but it's clear you just want to be playing elsewhere. So, why don't you just go? Oh wait, it's because you need to sit there and ignore our threads, drop shitty one liners, and then fap on our forum/other forums or on DA about how much you just LOVE the other game. Are you trying to make us feel bad? I think so. And if that was your intent, it worked. Now people you've been RPing with for over 2 years feel like crap and you've stopped talking to everyone on aim. You disappear for days on end and make up bullshit excuses as to why you're so busy but yet you can play your other game on a regular basis.
So I guess our "friendship" really meant we were your "post bitches" and now that we're of no use to you, you can just discard us and forget us. Thanks for that, really. And also, thanks for leaving all your characters intertwined with ours. Now the mods have to think of creative ways to pretend your characters never existed or just fucked off somewhere so we can salvage the remaining plot.
If you just had the balls to tell us this, we'd be okay. But you have to be catty and backstabbing and cop out on people. I thought we were all friends, I guess you had other ideas. Thanks, douchebag. It doesn't help that now I see another RP buddy from one of my side games doing the same shit in regards to another game. My God, I'm done RPing for now.
/end emo wank
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