A)We do a go around where everyone re-introduces themselves, and we start a new adventure.
B)Our avatars all have a mighty, awesome filled death, and we try a new thread with new rules(I thought of making another like this, cept you don't have to have your character be your avatar.)
C)Same Death-thing as above, except no new thread, and we all go our separate days, until we reunite in an awkward getting-together thread 20 years later. Ragnorak will be the successfull one while Lazor Cat is the near-dead junkie, and Orgamso the angry one that will always be known as the one that left the group before they made it big....
...Aweful jokes aside, you guys vote on what you want to do.
I'm good with either A or B, unless I missed a plot device somewhere. You could lose an arm in the mess that's been made.
Maybe change the name to accepting everyone or something? I would like to continue with either A or B. I think the thing we need most is fresh, new people and a great new story!
Maybe change the name to accepting everyone or something? I would like to continue with either A or B. I think the thing we need most is fresh, new people and a great new story!
Yup. Sounds like a good idea.
I think reintroducing, and making everyone completely diffrent, with completely diffrent roles would do some good. Then we'd be able to get this train-wreck moving. I'm fairly sure both A and B works
So, the hero's now having Splazor Cat back with them, they now turned toward the Mech and wizard army.
"We shall defeat thee!" Ram heroically cried, standing atop of a large rock whilst angelic music played in the background. Sever small children cheered with joy.
[HEADING=1]WHY? WE JUST WANT TO GO TO MARS![/HEADING]
"OH...ok then." Ram heroically cried, angelic music dulling down.
"Well, then...We shall defeat the zombie horde!" he cried again, standing proud on top of his rock. More children cheered.
"Didn't you guys take care of them?" Bill said, while he and the other mercs appeared. "Yeah, weren't they defeated by bombs?" Louise asked. "Nah, it was that crazy creepy girl." The mercs then hoped into a military-issued vehicle and drove into the sun-set, receiving a few 2nd degree burns.
"...Ok then, we'll go after Gera," Ram said, now loosing some of his original umph. The children now crowded around his rock, and one started to cry.
"Don't worry about her. I beat her, fair and square." Ragnorak said, patting his Yu-ge-oh deck with content.
"...Then...um...then...we can go after Maddawg?" Ram asked, hope tinging his voice. The rock crumbled underneath him, and the children started to walk away. One turned back to look him in his goat eyes, and spit on the ground he stood on.
"Nooo...I think he got bored with the whole bombing-the-world thing." Spike said.
"Are you even with us anymore?" Ram asked the trench-coat wearing, sandwich-making space cowboy. "Probably not." he said with a shrug.
Ram hung his head with grief. "Well...shit, now what?"
Ok, here are the choices. Either,
A)We do a go around where everyone re-introduces themselves, and we start a new adventure.
B)Our avatars all have a mighty, awesome filled death, and we try a new thread with new rules(I thought of making another like this, cept you don't have to have your character be your avatar.)
C)Same Death-thing as above, except no new thread, and we all go our separate days, until we reunite in an awkward getting-together thread 20 years later. Ragnorak will be the successfull one while Lazor Cat is the near-dead junkie, and Orgamso the angry one that will always be known as the one that left the group before they made it big....
...Aweful jokes aside, you guys vote on what you want to do.
I'm good with either A or B, unless I missed a plot device somewhere. You could lose an arm in the mess that's been made.
I like the 2nd choice. I say we do a thread based off of this Idea only we use it from a diffrent standpoint.
For example. We could play it from the roles of the silenced npcs and try and make it look like Freemen's mind..... On second thought bad idea. (p.s. If c is chosen then what will I be.)
Maddawg was in the sience ward of Nexus. There the top scientists from M.I.T (there locust. Who knew.)were hard at work on a biological weapon that would destroy the world... and Mars. The name of the weapon would be chosen at a later date. Maddawg was pleased with the results this far. He recived weekly progress reports from the project head A Dr.Freemen (Thats right the Crowbar is on my side)Soon the weapon would be finished and until then the Nukes would keep them occupied.
I have been gone for a while and if anyone finds problems with my story telling I urge them to message me with there concerns.
I've been itching to change my avatar, but I didn't want to sow confusion by playing a ninja monkey with something else (I'm not saying what) as my avatar. So I say option B.
I've been itching to change my avatar, but I didn't want to sow confusion by playing a ninja monkey with something else (I'm not saying what) as my avatar. So I say option B.
What I thought would be kinda cool, though. Is if we all have a character from a random game. And just put them all together. Never mind their actual story, or anything. We just use the characters for our own game and story. And the rules are somewhat like they allready are. I think that would be awsome. My vote goes for B
What I thought would be kinda cool, though. Is if we all have a character from a random game. And just put them all together. Never mind their actual story, or anything. We just use the characters for our own game and story. And the rules are somewhat like they allready are. I think that would be awsome. My vote goes for B
Sir, your RPing is superb. And though I like the idea your starting, I have another plan
Here's what we'll do. This post will be the begining of (the end) NEWest adventure!
We, the heros, will meet in a great hall and introduce ourselfs, and the villains may do the same in a seperate great hall. After a day or so, if no one else joins in, we'll start a new adventure!
If you choose to change your character, go right ahead. It doesn't have to match your avatar, though I would prefer something fun and/or funny. And now, TO START!
Once upon a time, a group was formed....
The Great Halls of Justice rang with merry laughter. The great oak tables was ladened with food, and all were swigging the local grog or singing a happy tune.
Suddenly, the large oak doors were swung open, crashing to the sides with some unkown force. The hall quieted, but only for a moment. When they saw the smiling face of Ramthundar, their spirits were calmed. A few raised their drinks in greeting, with Ramthundar nodding in aknowledgement.
He made his way to an empty table, and sat his haunches down. Ramthundar was a warrior of the great Ram Tribe of Thundar Mountains, but he came to the halls to find some fun. His grand horns, 4 foot high, could go through both steel and stone with ease. He also commanded a little elemental and healing magic, having studied from his tribe's Wisewomen.
A waiter came swiftly to his table, notepad at the ready.
"Hey there, Ram. Will it be the usual?"
"Grass Root Beer, as you know. And I'm ordering for some friends." baaed the furry warrior.
"Alrighty, what you need?"
"One banana-tea, a saucer of milk, some beer, cup of strong coffee, and a platter of tuna, sushi, and sandwiches."
The waiter took it all down and headed straight for the kitchen. Ram simply sat and waited for the rest to come.
The doors of the great hall swung open and a figure darkened the doorstep. From the sword across his back to the shield on his left arm, this powerful figure of a man stood in his all-American glory:He was the Paladin of Truthiness.
He walked over to the table of Ramthundar and sat across from him, ignoring the catcalls and mutterings from the other patrons. "I understand you are looking for some adventurers."
"And who told you that?" asked Ramthundar, in a slightly belligerent tone of voice. Ever since America fell to the radicals and extremes, the Paladin had not been well-received.
"A certain monkey of our mutual acquaintance." Not that this bothered him any; he stood for all that was great about America: the democratic process, freedom, and apple pie. Especially apple pie.
"Ragnorak?" Ranthundar inquired, intrigued. He had not known the ninja was acquainted with the Paladin. "How is he? Why couldn't he come?"
"He is well. In fact he is better than well, he is Americazing. He is getting married at the end of the month, and needs time to find his clan and tell them of the new member."
"Ah! Well then, I wish him all good in his new life! Are yo going to be taking his place then?"
Althought. I found my idea rather amusing. Oh well.
I'll be one guy this time. It's just not as fun to die in every second post =P
The door slammed open. It was sunny outside. No scary noises or anything "Damnit" he thought to himself. As he entered, low wispering could be heard. They all recognized him. They all feared him. Or at least his power. Or should I say his ability to cut it off.
He stood tall, with a woolen jacket, and jeans. Upon the woolen jacket, he had a vest. A vest full of tools. A knife, a plier, a couple of star and flat screwdrivers to name a few. In his pocket behind, he had his trusty Companion Rag, his two gloves and most important of all - his Fluke (Multimeter (Uhm .. An instrument to measure ampere, voltage and resistant if you don't know)). He had entered the "The Hall of Shave".The Electrician.
His first words when entering was "Who the fuck removed the two lines on the 'm', making it 'shave'??" a kid at one of the tables squiled in fear. Two others esacped into the kitchen.
The Electrician sat down at a corner table. Pulled out a snuff (No, not the porn. The tobacco), placed it firmly in his mouth, and sat back with a gleeful smile. "Only thing left, is for someone to make my day with an attempt to defeat me"
If there's anything you don't like me doing, feel free to give me a shout
The doors flew open as the small cat figure came in. everyone stopped for a second, thinking it was a street cat. a man in the kitchen came out with a wooden rolling pin to beat the cat. but he utter "yea baby yea", snapped his paw finger things, and everyone realized he was the mighty splazor cat. he sat down at the table next to ram. "did order already?"
Ram answered "yea i ordered you tuna and some tuna for everyone."
"but i wannnttt ittt allll!"
"calm down or you won't get any."
"fine. ooohhh look what i learned to do i can turn translucent or what ever the word is."
The doors of the great hall slammed shut and the bayking walked out, followed by a cohort of soliders.
"Sir the continuim has gone to hell." Said captain obvious.
"Yes, what should we do."
"Go bad freakin evil again, wipe out other evil doers and finish off the heroes?"
"To orginal."
"Go good and defeat evil."
"I'm not a cat now."
"Then what, may I ask sir?"But the bayking only grinned.
High in space:
"Sir, the ship went to fast, we are now in a different plane of existance, what will we do."
"What the plan was orginally, bomb the hall of heroes." Said The baykings brother Plantiums.
"Speeding up MaC rounds."
Below the great hall a massive party was going down in the depths of Nexus. Maddawg was sitting in his throne room. It was a celebration party for the completion of the superweapon. Gordon Freemen the leader of the project was present. He bowed before Maddawg ."You have done well Gordon. Here have a gift for your hard work." Gordon took the gift and opened it. Inside he found a crowbar he used sign language to thank the locust leader and threw the crowbar into the pile of crowbars he already owned.
If you would like to be a villan you can either enter the throne room or choose your own setting.
Below the great hall a massive party was going down in the depths of Nexus. Maddawg was sitting in his throne room. It was a celebration party for the completion of the superweapon. Gordon Freemen the leader of the project was present. He bowed before Maddawg ."You have done well Gordon. Here have a gift for your hard work." Gordon took the gift and opened it. Inside he found a crowbar he used sign language to thank the locust leader and threw the crowbar into the pile of crowbars he already owned.
If you would like to be a villan you can either enter the throne room or choose your own setting.
"Well, we've been here for a couple a days now. Let's Rock!" Ram cried, ramming his way out the door and to outdoor freedom.
"Only three members? I do not see much good coming from that" the Paladin mused, rubbing his manly-American chiseled chin.
"Yeah. The Jonas Brothers make a good example!" Splazor Cat said.
"Oh, bah. I'm sure we'll meet some more on the road. We'll just do some random dungeon-crawling till the main-baddies have a evil plan we can thwart. Plenty of time."
Ram then started heading toward the north. He passed a large sign bearing the words "LARGE GENERIC MONSTER CAVE, 20 TURNS/26.3 STEPS NORTH."
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