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Role Play Theater / An idea I had...

« on: July 25, 2011, 12:02:04 AM »

So I thought of this the other day and would like to try it here if I can get enough people interested. Essentially this is going to be like your typical RP, except every player is on their own team. You will each be given a certain set of facts that you know, things you want to accomplish, etc. The goal will be to accomplish your goals while not falling victim to those of the other players. Kind of like a competetive RP basically.

For instance, one character might be a professional thief who is attempting to case a museum for a later robbery. Another player however is an undercover cop who has a hot tip that there will be an attempt to steal a valuable artifact and is trying to catch the thief before this can occur. Obviously the thief doesn't want his identity known or he'll get busted, and the cop doesn't want to tip his hand either. Throw is a time traveler who needs the artifact to get back to his own time and perhaps a typical citizen or two that have their own agendas and you get quite a neat soup.

We can do this as a series of events such as the example I just gave, or a more long term version where a band of adventurers is trying to thwart a great evil, but one of them is actually the villain in disguise, another a runaway prince, and a third just an amoral thief who wants to take advantage of everyone.

This can come in all sorts of settings and if we do multiple (possibly even at once) scenarios we can hit quite a spectrum of things. Please post here if you're interested in this.

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Writer's Guild / A Question of Sanity

« on: September 28, 2010, 12:27:57 AM »

This is something I came up with as the result of a thought experiment a few days ago. There are several ways I could take this and I'm not really sure which is best, but I decided on the current ending just before writing it, so let me know what you think...

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One day long ago, I walked into a bar and met a man who had been there for a while and looked to be down on his luck. I offered him a drink and asked him what was wrong and he replied with a grim chuckle, "It's god. God is what's wrong. Or maybe he's what's right. I don't know anymore..."

I grimaced a little and gave a small sigh. It wasn't the first time I'd seen a religious person having a faith crisis, but it was the first time I was the one being confided in so I wasn't terribly sure what to do. Telling him god didn't exist seemed insensitive, but I didn't really know enough about religion to help him properly so I decided for a sympathetic friend type approach. After all, with atheism on the rise in our world, people like him didn't have too much to turn to anymore. "Well I don't believe in god myself, but supposedly he works in mysterious ways. Maybe if you tell me more?"

The man stared straight ahead, head supported on hand, and snorted. "I don't believe in god either, but I know exactly how he works. It took me my whole life to realize it, but there is no such thing as free will. God just made us believing we had it. And then later for kicks he made us not believe in him anymore."

I stared at the man incredulously. That was one of the craziest things I had ever heard, and either it showed on my face or he just read my silence because the man laughed and continued. "You don't believe me. Of course you don't believe me, it's not as if you have a choice after all. But think about it and you'll realize that the fact you don't believe me is the best proof you could possibly want that it is actually true!"

He gave what I can only describe as a ghost of a smile and got up, leaving the bar with a sound I couldn't identify between a laugh and a sob leaving me the only customer left in the bar. His words sent a chill down my spine and maybe it was the drink, or maybe the fatigue, but his voice seemed to ring ominously and echo behind me as I payed my tab and walked out into the dark night.

Over the next few months his words continued to haunt me and no matter how hard I tried I could not forget them. I tried getting drunk, but it just reminded me of where I first heard those words. I tried quitting my job and moving to a different state on a spur of the moment decision in order to prove that I actually had free will, but realized that what I thought to be my own idea may have been someone else's. My life was slowly spiraling down a drain that I could not find the plug for.

I began to stop caring that bars reminded me of the source of my depression and going in the vague hope I could find the man who had done this to me and... well I still don't know what I planned. Maybe I would ask him how he dealt with it, maybe I would just try to beat him up. It became an obsession until one day I was sitting at the bar in a slump and a man walked in. I didn't pay him much attention until he offered me a drink and asked me what was wrong.

Deja vu slammed into me and I gave a small chuckle as the irony of the situation struck me. One day long ago I had been that man, asking some other stranger that same question. So I gave him the same answer, "It's god. God is what's wrong. Or maybe he's what's right. I don't know anymore..."

I imagined with a sense of satisfaction the man next to me grimacing. I half listened to his generic reassurances and thought about how satisfying it would be to bring him down this same path. Maybe I didn't have control over my own life, but perhaps I could at least have control over his. So I launched into the same spiel I had been given in another bar, another state, another life. The details were different, but the message was the same and I finished with the words that had not left me alone since, "Isn't the fact that you don't believe me the best proof you could possibly want that I'm actually right?"

For the proper effect, I looked at the man for the first time with that same gaunt smile that had snagged me and froze when I saw his face. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe the fatigue, but the man next to be seemed to be the exact same man who had ruined my life so many years ago. The sensation passed quickly, if it were the same man he'd recognize the argument instead of just looking puzzled for a moment before he opened his mouth and said... "But isn't the fact that YOU believe it the best proof you could possibly want that you're wrong?"

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Role Play Theater / Islands of Infinity

« on: July 14, 2010, 07:40:10 PM »

It is nighttime in the city of Krisnaf as dark motes cloud the sky. Through the darkened sky float tiny glints of light forming patterns and beautiful designs. The residents of this city do not pay this rare sight any mind though. They are used to the odd weather patterns that are so frequent in this world and there is nothing quite so jading as life in a city.

In a tall building near the island's dock entrance, a fox sits by a window. His sharp eyes make out a darker than normal shadow fly across the sky.

Towards the middle of the city, this shadow flies on his way to rendevue with a client who hired him to steal the Eye of Lamas, a crystal that originated from a far away island and tugs gently, trying to return to its home.

Underneath this shadow, a figure rests briefly in one of the few parks this city has to offer. This city is really no place for one such as he and he intended to end his visit shortly.

Nearby in the common room of an inn, a gambler's luck was starting to go against him. The other players were starting to suspect him of cheating and his recent losing streak wasn't convincing them otherwise.

In a quieter corner of the lounge, near a figure sitting in the shadows trying not to attract attention sat another fox, this one brighter somehow. He helped draw attention away from the figure in the corner, but this fox didn't notice with his muzzle buried inside a book from the local library.

These five people, all going about their own lives, never suspecting that fate would soon bring them together. Never suspecting the adventures that awaited them... in the Islands of Infinity.

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Role Play Theater / Islands of Infinity OOC

« on: June 05, 2010, 10:36:46 PM »

Right, so DV has put Condition Red on hiatus for three months, which in my experience means it probably is dead now since it kind of required his presence to run. Even if this isn't the case however, this is three months where I have no RP :/

So I've decided to make one of my own. Only problem is I don't know what to make it or what people are looking for. So think about it (if you need to) and please post in this thread things you'd like to see in an RP. Magic? No magic? Modern era, olden times, futuristic, alternate universe, just what are we looking for? Ultimately I will be the one making the final decision (it's my RP dammit!) but I'll be keeping an eye out for any ideas to spice it with.

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Random Topics / The door opens and a gust of wind blows in...

« on: June 12, 2009, 01:23:18 AM »

Hey everyone, I'm Stormkit (or Kit for short) off from MKland. I've known Virmir for a bit more than a year now and he's been bugging me to join this forum ever since he started making his comic on a regular basis. Up until now I've been resisting because I have a thing against joining forums connected to webcomics, but it's become clear that too much is going on here with new people and conversations for me to stay away. I figured that since I actually know the author I could make an exception ^.^

Hobbies of mine include reading, science, reading, anime, martial arts, various random things, and reading. I say reading three times because I seem to do three times as much reading as anything else. I have torn through ten year long comic archives in a day, and if you don't believe me I have witnesses that can verify around the forum.

So now that you all know who I am, why don't you tell me who you are? I know a bunch of you from MK, but at least half of you I've sure I've never met, or only briefly, so stop by and say something. :p