If the Escapist Forums were like a city....
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A capital idea. It is, however, unfortunate that there´s now no way of knowing, which of us would have won this round...So I call it a tie. Kthxbye.Random argument man said:
We would be rather nice and polite...except in our justice system. There we'd pretty much be as brutal as we can be. Also, churches would probably be burned and there would be several moral crusaders protesting at stores that sell anime or JRPG's.
Also, if we were our avatars, NeutralDrow and I would team up as law enforcement, me toughly befriending the trolls and NeutralDrow fighting them off with his hand-claws. We'd also get chewed out by the chief of police Internet Kraken for not playing by the book and meet up with Max for information on the crime we're investigating.
Also, if we were our avatars, NeutralDrow and I would team up as law enforcement, me toughly befriending the trolls and NeutralDrow fighting them off with his hand-claws. We'd also get chewed out by the chief of police Internet Kraken for not playing by the book and meet up with Max for information on the crime we're investigating.
I believe the forum games & Rp would be like the inner city where noone wants to go. off-topic discussion is like beverly hills where EVERYONE wants to be 
. Gaming discussion is like downtown buisness district where all the skyscrapers are at. User reviews are like the suburbs where everyone has their own little corner.
. Gaming discussion is like downtown buisness district where all the skyscrapers are at. User reviews are like the suburbs where everyone has their own little corner.
{Achtung! Long post ahead! Also, I apologize in advance for the dreary picture. For some reason, I seem to have a knack for coming up with a lot of rainy dystopias.}
I looked out my apartment window and sighed. Rain again. Not that it really mattered; no one in Escapopolis really went outside. Technically, that wasn't true. The console wars had flared up again, and anyone with an iota of sense stayed inside on days like these. The gangs would assault absolutely anyone, and the rain only made it harder to see them coming. A blue light streaked past my window, closely followed by a white one. A red light was pursuing both of them. If there was any justice in the world, the red light would catch up to both of them, and those particular lights would not be seen again.
I let out a dry laugh. Escapopolis. The name made the city sound like a paradise. Nothing could be further from the truth. Between the console wars, the constant flames, and the troll attacks, the city was closer to a dystopia. It wasn't all bad, though. There were a couple of deep-think tanks, and quite a few celebrities. One guy with a funny accent even made it to the top-tier broadcasts, if you could believe that.
Unfortunately, most of the citizens didn't do much else but live in the city. Some barely that, based on their broadcasts. I was one of those people who, I had to admit, weren't big contributors to the city. Sure, I won an award for my first broadcast, but after that, I mainly sat back and let other people to the casting. Isn't that everyone's story, though? Find your niche and occupy it. With all the new citizens being added every day, though, even that was becoming difficult. I doubt anyone knows exactly how many people reside here now, save the elites.
I was snapped out of my almost trance-like state of thought as my phone rang. It was my friend Rob, asking "where in the warlock-forsaken world" I was. I deflected by inviting him to come over on Sunday to watch the Doctor Whom marathon. Sadly, he declined. Sighing, I turned on my computer and went to my favorite site, the Realist. I spotted an interesting thread, titled "If the Realist Forums were like a city..." I thought for a bit, cracked my knuckles, and began to type:
I looked out my apartment window and sighed...
I looked out my apartment window and sighed. Rain again. Not that it really mattered; no one in Escapopolis really went outside. Technically, that wasn't true. The console wars had flared up again, and anyone with an iota of sense stayed inside on days like these. The gangs would assault absolutely anyone, and the rain only made it harder to see them coming. A blue light streaked past my window, closely followed by a white one. A red light was pursuing both of them. If there was any justice in the world, the red light would catch up to both of them, and those particular lights would not be seen again.
I let out a dry laugh. Escapopolis. The name made the city sound like a paradise. Nothing could be further from the truth. Between the console wars, the constant flames, and the troll attacks, the city was closer to a dystopia. It wasn't all bad, though. There were a couple of deep-think tanks, and quite a few celebrities. One guy with a funny accent even made it to the top-tier broadcasts, if you could believe that.
Unfortunately, most of the citizens didn't do much else but live in the city. Some barely that, based on their broadcasts. I was one of those people who, I had to admit, weren't big contributors to the city. Sure, I won an award for my first broadcast, but after that, I mainly sat back and let other people to the casting. Isn't that everyone's story, though? Find your niche and occupy it. With all the new citizens being added every day, though, even that was becoming difficult. I doubt anyone knows exactly how many people reside here now, save the elites.
I was snapped out of my almost trance-like state of thought as my phone rang. It was my friend Rob, asking "where in the warlock-forsaken world" I was. I deflected by inviting him to come over on Sunday to watch the Doctor Whom marathon. Sadly, he declined. Sighing, I turned on my computer and went to my favorite site, the Realist. I spotted an interesting thread, titled "If the Realist Forums were like a city..." I thought for a bit, cracked my knuckles, and began to type:
I looked out my apartment window and sighed...
