Joeyray's Bar

Brave World The king paced around the throne room alone, mildly apprehensive. "Where is my son?" he asked again, "Why is Robert not here yet? He promised to be here yesterday yet a whole day passed and still he is absent!" He sat down on his throne, his hands covering his mouth. Robert, though young was punctual and an intelligent lad. For him to be late, an entire day late, was unbecoming of him. The king was silent. If disaster fell on his firstborn son, his heart could not bear the grief. The loss of his second son to the plague some years ago was devastating enough. "No, I cannot think like this. He is safe and sound. Some matter must have occupied him from coming. He is one that will aid a stranger in need. It is alright. It is alright." There was a knock on the door. "Enter." A servant came in. Bowing his head, he spoke,"The Queen request your presence in the chambers. She says it is urgent." "Very well. Tell her I will be there soon. There are some things I must look after." =============== Today was a sunny and bright day as Regina Gilmore lead her small detachment of troops towards the main gate. It was open and with it, an enormous crowd flowing in and out of the city, the likes of which Regina Gilmore had never seen in recent memory. The capital was always a bustling city, but today it was quite something else. A buzz of frenetic excitement filled the air as people were making their preparations for such a joyous day. A beautiful day held in celebration of the recent birth of the King's third son! ... Matthew Shaw. He was a very by the books man, inflexible, and rather short and his way of doing things was usually shouting everyone down to oblivion until he had his way. Granted, it was crude and he'd probably have more friends if he could temper his words but his words often held good consul. Perhaps his voice was always so loud because he was too short to be heard. She chuckled. Reaching the front gates, she was stopped by a watchmen. "Hail! What is your business here madam?" asked the watchmen. Regina reached for her pockets and showed an officer's seal. The watchmen understood, nodding and stepping aside. "Make way for our soldiers! Let them through please!" She led her men through the streets and found to her surprise what an ordeal it was. The crowd never seemed to end. The streets were crowded with merchants hawking their ware to tourists. The crowding did not ease when wagons carrying all sorts of assortment were making their way towards the center of the city where the Grey Keep was. Finally, they arrived at the barracks. "Wait here while I get our orders from Shaw," she told her troops. Taking a flight of stairs up, she opened the door to Shaw's office to find the man sitting down buried under loads of paperwork. "Captain Regina Gilmore reporting in. What are my orders sir?" "You are here! Good! How has the border treated you?" "Nothing but bandits. Nothing too hard to take care of? And you sir?" "I spend more time here lifting a pen than I do a sword. Bah! You'd take me for a clerk were it not for this uniform!" "Good to hear sir! About my assignment-" "Yes, yes, your assignment. Nothing strenuous, really easy to be honest. You will be assisting the royal guards in their patrols inside and around the keep. You should be honored! Not too many people are free to move around the keep." "When do I start?" "Get something to eat first. You still have time before your shift. I think I heard your stomach growl. Just get to the keep within the hour." Animus78
Apr 20, 2015
Zanon's PRP Bar (Part 35) Continued from Zanon's PRP Bar (Part 34) Zanon499
Apr 17, 2015
Australia sc2 not working plz help the game wont allow me to play in any region Australian and New Zealend problem plz help. I tried uninstalling and re installing but it wouldn't work any ideas plz post on ANZ chat. chears christoned6
Apr 7, 2015
New here. Help! I see a lot of abbreviations and I don't know what they mean. The sticky post said fan fiction, but I've been told this is RP now. Sorry to take away from the scene, but if anyone would kindly tell me the workings of things around here, it'd be greatly appreciated. I am intrigued :) tilt8
Apr 5, 2015 Mar 22, 2015
Asylum Ring! Ring! Ring! It’s 1550. School’s over. Pack your things, grab your bag, walk out the door. “Hi.” A familiar face says, ignore. Keep walking, keep your head down, listen to your music, it will be over soon. Another familiar face is passed outside, he waves. Just look at him. Don’t turn back now, keep going. There she is, the girl you are (were?) sweet on for 3 years. She smiles and waves. Give a small smile back at her, and attempt a wave. Look at the car. Try for the handle, it’s locked. You idiot. Unlock the door, put your things in the back seat and hope nothing spills. Call mother. “I love you.” She says. “Love you too.” It replies. Buckle up and prepare the music. This ride home will be long, longer than usual. Just as always. Drive away, don’t look back. People, they are nothing. Words, they mean nothing. Direction, they lead nowhere. Friends, they give you nothing. You. You are nothing. You don’t exist anymore, none of them matter, you don’t matter. Nothing matters. The rain falls and cascades off the side, It’s your day washing away the filth of the day. The path home is always a long ride, Existence is only relative. Once you’re gone, everything will be okay Disappear, and you return to the fray. It gets home. “Hi.”, It says. Take the shoes off, walk into the room, take the Thing off. Don’t worry about your work, it will be done later. Check the Phone. Did she respond yet? How is she doing? Why do you care. Undress. Redress. Sit on the bed. Listen to your music some more. It listens. Essence. It lowers. Presence. What? “Greetings.” A figure says, standing in the corner. “What do you want.” It says. “I’m just stopping by to say Hello. How was your day?” “What do you want.” It repeats. “Well that’s rude, isn't it?” It says nothing. “Well, I’ll come back when you’re in a less pitiful mood.” 'Pitiful.' He wouldn't know pitiful if it hit him in the face. Because it wouldn't ever hit him in the face… “Don’t worry about him, he doesn't know what if feels like.” It looks at this figure. “You can cradle yourself inside of me.” The figure expands into a blanket of darkness, enveloping It. It lies in the fetal position. As comfortable as can be. It’s eyes never close in here. It never stops staring. It never stopped crying on the inside. And never started crying on the outside. A lighter one descends behind him. “You look sad, _____.” The last part sounds like a garbled mess. “Why are you sad?” “You know why…” It says. “But it never hurts to ask!” This new figure says, It feels this one smile. “Why won’t you ever say my name.” “You know I can’t do that, silly!” The other two descend around It. They say, simultaneously, “Those who don’t exist cannot be addressed by name...” … … “You are my only friends.” Korozain14
Mar 14, 2015
OOC: Advice/info to a newcomer? Hello guys!! I've been interested in participating in some RPs recently now and I thought I'd drop in and say hello! I haven't done very many sci-fi RPs and haven't done very much RPing since my wc3 days but I think it's really fun and I'm gonna try to get back into it. Mind getting me up to date on who everyone is and and the history of Joeyray's Bar? Also mind giving me any info on the do's and don't like if your gonna talk OOC then keep it in this thread, or put OOC before chat? etc. Also I've never RPd in a forum before and it's been awhile so I'm not 100% on all of the proper etiquette. (I'm sure I'll learn quick enough) I'm looking forward to our future RPs together! :D KillerofGods27
Mar 12, 2015
Fragment (OOC) It has begun. You don't know how, you don't know why. The universe itself is beginning to break down. Reality is shattering like a pane of glass that just hit the floor. And like a pane of glass, each of these fragments is it's own world. For some reason no one can explain, every one of these individual realities is made of decisions. And not in the way you would think. Every single time anyone makes a choice, the pane of glass they occupy divides in two or more. One where they made one choice, and one where they made another. Allow me to give you an example. Say that you are approached by a man with a gun. You realize you can either run or fight back. And as you make the choice, your universe divides in two. One where you run, and one where you fight back. And then the man has the choice in both of those universes to shoot you or let you get away. So now you have four universes. One where you ran away, one where you ran away and got shot, one where you kicked his butt, and one where he shot you as you attempted to fight back. To make matters worse, the human species has developed two new subspecies; Clerics and Watchers. The Clerics are genetically similar to humans, except they possess the unique trait of being able to travel backwards in time and warn themselves of future events, causing the universe to fragment even more. Each time they go back, they have created three universes; one where they didn't go back, one where they did and they heeded their own advice, and one where they went back and didn't pay attention to what they said. Watchers are even more unique. They have the ability to travel between fragments. What this essentially means is that every time they make a decision, they can see what both outcomes would be, and then choose the more favorable one. However, many of the Watchers have killed themselves shortly after realizing their powers. This could be caused either by A. that their subspecies is more prone to depression, mainly because they can only reproduce within their own subspecies, and have only a 12.5% chance of fertilization, or B. that they realize life is meaningless if you never have to suffer the consequences of a poor decision. And after all is said and done, there will be nothing left but glass dust on the floor. So what has humanity been doing in this time? Well, the general public is ignorant. Life is much as you'd expect it to be in 2016. New president rushed into the White House pretty recently (I wonder why they were in such a hurry to get him in there), War was declared on Cuba (Goes to show how well we did in terms of self-restraint when we removed the trade embargo, doesn't it?) and a new mineral, Tarydium, was discovered and lab testing began on it. But what was really going on? The new president was ushered in so quickly because of the problems that arose around Tarydium. War was declared on Cuba because they had a large natural resource of it. And as for the mineral itself? When they attempted to take the mineral and run a high voltage through it while bombarding it with loose ions and alpha radiation, the mineral reacted to the process by shattering the whole freaking universe. Like, the whole thing. Like a pane of glass. Application! Name: Gender: Race: (Human, Watcher, or Warden) Appearance: Backstory: Other: Standard RP rules apply. Also: If you want to create your own subspecies, you can. Just run it by me first, either in the Other section of your app or through a P.M. If I decide it's not too OP or if it's OP and I really like the way you describe it, then I'll add it to the main post so that others can use your cool new race. I'd rather have you use the races I designed, but I'm willing to go with anything as long as you do it well. FlCoDamThree10
Mar 8, 2015 Mar 6, 2015
Origins OOC: Will update every 2-3 days. Dawn broke upon the prairie as the morning dew dripped red with blood. A lone marine ran down a hill as loud shot rang, taking away a large chunk of the marine’s right leg. Falling to his knees, he looked up defiantly at his would be captors and snarled viciously. Blood sprouted off the wounded stump. Arnold Ravener looked up from his scope. It amazed him how resilient his target was in evading and killing his pursuit team. Nearly four hours passed since the operation began and it was only now that the target showed signs of fatigue. Arnold felt a sense of euphoria. He sensed it. The hunt was nearly over. “Theta-01 have you subdued the target?” a voice came from the radio “Affirmative HQ, we have surrounded the target.” “Good. Carry on.” Looking back through his scope, Arnold saw the marine slowly regenerating his leg as he crawled furiously on all fours, desperate to reach the forest. “OPEN FIRE NOW!” Arnold yelled through his radio. The forest roared to life as a hail of gunfire came from within. The marine staggered backwards and it was still standing as gunfire came to a stop. POW! With the squeeze of a trigger, a hand sized hole appeared on the marine’s sternum. The marine fell on his back and the gaping wound on its chest did not show any sign of regeneration. Arnold wiped his brow. The grueling task was over. The marine’s armor began to liquefy revealing the marine’s true identity. A changeling, amorphous and still, was not what Arnold quite expected. Arnold found it hard to believe that such a weak looking zerg was this formidable. How unexpected! No wonder the higher ups wanted it alive so badly. Did I kill it? I do hope not. Getting up and patting the dirt off his pants, Arnold picked up his radio. “Command, mission accomplished. The target is subdued. Send over the transport.” “Well done Theta-01. Escort the transport back. You and your team have earned a well deserved rest.” Arnold lit a cigarette. “Alright team, secure a perimeter around the target. Keep your distance, you all saw how capable it is in close combat. It shouldn’t be moving but if it does, you all have permission to unload 1 clip into it.” “Aren’t we suppose to keep it alive?” “It’ll live.” He began to make his way to the changeling. He heard the familiar sounds of a dropship’s engine from the distance. He counted four of them. Standing over the changeling’s body, Arnold started a quick inspection. The wound he inflicted on the chest struggled greatly to close the wound. His eyes wandered up and his gaze met with the changeling’s eyes. Five eyes, three small ones and two big ones moved rapidly, up and down and right and left, as if it too was inspecting him. It was still alive, breathing heavily. The changeling’s eye suddenly stopped, looking directly into Arnold’s eyes. Arnold briefly seized up. All five eyes were listless and unmistakably filled with malice. Unnerved, Arnold forced himself to look away. The dropships landed and a containment crew came out. What was it that unnerved him? He fought killers with stone cold eyes face to face so why did he feel that slightest hint of fear? He turned around and found the changeling still gazing intensely at him. Does it know? …It knows I am the sniper. Is it scoping me out? This changeling, can it actually think like us and plan?” He shook his head. Preposterous. Zergs were all feral animals, save for the command strains. For such a lowly zerg, a mere changeling, to possess intelligence was laughable. It may be special; its lifespan is far beyond typical changelings topped with an absurd regeneration rate but that’s should be it. His thoughts were interrupted when a well dressed man appeared. Several nearby marines saluted him. “Bring the pod over! Hmm, this is quite excellent. What a wondrous specimen. How is it still alive and regenerating after all of that damage? Careful now, this thing is worth more than your lives time times over! You and I will have quality time together. Oh yes.” The changeling shrieked madly, feebly trying to break free of the clamps as it was scooped up and sealed inside the container unit. The man said something inaudibly into his earpiece. Who was it? It wasn’t a scientist Arnold recognized. The man gave another round of orders as the containment unit loaded up in the transport. “Pod #47…” Arnold slowly read off the label on the pod. The man saw Arnold, smirked, and went inside the dropship. The loading doors closed and the dropship left, soon followed by two others. A soldier approach Arnold. “Hey, the transport is ready. We’ve loaded up the changeling in the container. Them geeks say the specimen won’t cause any trouble once inside. We're just waiting on you and a few others.” “Mhm," Arnold replied somewhat absentmindedly, "Theta, back to base!” Arnold climbed onto the dropship and took his seat, lighting up another cigarette. He shook his head once more hoping to get rid of the haunting image of the changeling's eyes. It stuck. Animus15
Mar 5, 2015 Feb 25, 2015
Roll to Dodge Redux In this thread, players may in their posts Attempt to do things. An attempt could be anything from trying to Spawn Moar Overlords to eating cake to conquering the earth. All could potentially be fatal, or could make you rich! I (or another qualified person) will roll a die to determine your level of success. Providing example: Bob: I attempt to cook a pot of soup. Roll 1, lethal failure. Bob's soup is so bad that he dies instantly and his body is charred to ashes on the spot. Bob is now ashes: Dead. Roll 2, failure. Bob's soup tastes awful, so bad he begins vomiting violently. Bob is now Vulnerable. Roll 3, grey area. Bob eats a bowl of the soup, but it's not appealing. He leaves the rest. Bob is now either Fine or Vulnerable, dependent on magnitude of attempt. Cooking soup is mundane. He is Fine. Roll 4, success. Bob makes a delicious soup. He eagerly eats it all. Bob is now Fine. Roll 5, great success. Bob's soup is so good he opens a soup restaurant, which is immediately successful. Bob is Good. Roll 6, extreme success. Bob's soup is fantastic! It raises his psionic index by 2 and gives him eternal life. Bob is Great. You may get tags from actions. THis is what they mean. Keep in mind that I might not enforce them if I take pity on you, get irritated by you, or am simply too lazy. Tag scale: Exiled - out of the game unless someone specifically summons him. Cannot roll. Dead - could be revived accidentally or on purpose. -2 to all rolls. Injured - not in the best shape. -1 to all rolls. Vulnerable - off balance. -1 to Dodges. Fine - nothing wrong here. Good - feels pretty good. +1 to all rolls. Great - things are going very well. +2 to all rolls. Giddy - sick with happiness. +3 to non-Dodge rolls. Prepared - ready for anything. +2 to Dodges. Godlike - SOMEBODY STOP HIM! +3 to all rolls. Cannot be Killed, Exiled, or Injured. All players begin Fine. If higher than Fine, will lose one rank each turn. If lower, action must be taken to raise rank. If someone Attempts to do something nasty to you, you have to Roll 2 Dodge. The die will be rolled for you to determine how much damage you suffer, if any. In addition to being a qualified operator of the Dice of Power, I also represent the Celestial Court, to which you can appeal if you are Exiled for a couple of turns or if you feel you've been wronged. Qualified Rollers: The Original Trio Zanon KnarledOne Animus ShadowFury *tentative* *Note that each roller may use a variant of the rules. Anyone else who thinks they have what it takes may apply to the Celestial Court for a chance at Rolling the Dice. If "we" like your work you could become qualified. Make your Attempts. ========= PLOT: Animus has crossed a bridge safely. The gargoyles on the bridge gave him adulations until Animus asked them to join him. The gargoyles spat profanities instead. Furious, Animus gave them the finger, disintegrating them on the spot and continued his way to Castle Black where upon he discovers the Apple. Upon touching the Apple, it turns out to be Anthogyna, goddess of Nature and keeper of the Tree of Life. Accepting her hand in marriage, Animus is soon smothered to death. Not soon after his death, Anthogyna is killed after using up her life force in an unsuccessful bid to restore Animus. Left with 3 seeds of life, Animus gives one to Charon to gain passage through Styx. He meets Judge Oshae and weighs his heart on a scale. KnarledOne has managed to turn a derelict town into a bustling metropolis in a very short time span. Quoting Cato the Elder, he become a Senator for the Motherland. However the real Cato appears in his ghostly form but is soundly defeated. After several mishaps and successes on the election vs Thunderbama, he has become Our Most Benevolent Undying God, Cato the Elder, ruler of Djo'e-Rais. Warhawk signed up for Computer Coddling Class. He became Thunderbamacare's head computer coddler and appointed to a position on the Worldwide Computer Coddling Board. He mastered actual computer coding in his free time and is in a position to use these two skill sets to create something awesome. CrymsonRaven blew up the UBD's shipyard where battlecruisers are made. Then he covered it up successfully (and rebuilt it in the process). Creating a ship that rivals that of Aiur's Kitchen, it self destructed when the Oleaginous Hemispingus construct installed on the maiden ship was searching for a successor persona. Wandering aimlessly through the streets, he was dragged off and shipped offworld into a salt mine as a slave. At the salt mines, he instigated a successful revolt. With his engineering degree, he opened a portal within the mines as a way to move supplies in and out. An eldtrich horror appeared at first but it was successfully captured and bribed with cheese. He found the most fertile lands in existence with his portal machine and though he managed to get lava flooded on the lower levels of the mines, they became a source of geothermal energy. He then resurrected Shadowfury from exiled but got only a feral dog that did its own thing. When nature started dying, CrymsonRaven attempted to grow food. For his efforts, he was poisoned by his own work and died. Upon reaching the underworld, he attempted to bribe Judge Oshae who promptly weighed his eye on the scale. It was heavier than the feather. For his sins, CrymsonRaven was exiled to the abyss, waiting for someone to summon him. Jester tried to sabotage the shipyard. He ended up in a wormhole instead. He briefly King/Lord/God of the underworld but that was a brief moment. Tampering too much in portal, he ended up in the same wormhole he was stuck at, dying. The Reaper showed up and offered to save him if he told the World's Funniest Multiverse Joke. "Who's the best at rebuilding civilization after an apocalypse? Programmers. Cuz they always start from nothing!" Fortunately for him, the Reaper has a terrible sense of humor and Jester was revived at Barville. Zarkun builds personal robot cyborgs called the Zarkanes. With this, he spreads anti-empire messages through the sector and he gains a following. In an effort to build a war chest, he uses a weapons company as a front, selling subpar weaponry to the Empire. But, Zanon keeps a close eye on his operations. Orion attempted to cheat the system by forging a d16 dice. He was promptly with a mundane regular ol' die. Then he tried to use that same die on a roll. Pylons exploded in his face. He died. However, security in Hell was very lax so he managed to escape back into the world of the living with another body. Upon returning to the living realm, Orion transmute lead into gold and in the process, breaks the law of conservation of mass. He ends up with more gold than he started with lead. FegelKitteh plays DOTA. Xer summons a legion of bad###muthas who have some very special properties. Then Xer constructs a mage tower but that fails. So, he constructs a command center but he doesn't have enough minerals. Frustrated, he installs a cheat that gives him infinite minerals and it works! Blizzard's warden won't be catching him any time soon! Lekroger Vecen Shadowfury Animus499
Feb 17, 2015 Feb 14, 2015
Zanon's PRP Bar (Part 34) Continued from Thundercrash's PRP Bar part 34 Zanon499
Feb 12, 2015 Feb 11, 2015 Feb 11, 2015 Feb 2, 2015 Jan 30, 2015 Jan 20, 2015 Jan 6, 2015
Zarkun's Pizzeria and Arcade Welcome to Zarkun's Pizzeria and Arcade. Outside of Blizzard's Code of Conduct, I have three rules: Rules: 1. Don't shoot my games or my TVs. If you do, I'll feed you to some Mutalisks I caught the other day. Figured this would be the best way to deal with them. (No one will tell me what ShadowFury did to those roaches.) 2.Trolls will be burned to a crisp and thrown to the Mutalisks with extreme prejudice. I despise trolls. 3. My word is law. If I say no food fights, I mean no food fights. Here's your menu: Good old Pepperoni: What the name implies. Just choose your type of cheese. Meat Lovers: Every kind of meat you can think of, and some you haven't. Choose your cheese. Deep Space cheese: Why's it glowing? Zergling Pie: Careful, it's prone to try to eat you! Protoss Special: Not sure whats in the crust or on the pizza. Still trying to figure out why a Protoss made a pizza. Mind Melter: Inspire by a drink from Zanon's bar. Not sure what the chef used, but it has similar affects as the Mind Shredder. Custom: Take anything you can come up with and order it. If it's popular enough, I'll add it to the menu! Flamethrower Wings: So hot, you'll really breath fire! SuperNova Wings: Guess. Cheese Sticks- Bread sticks topped with your choice of cheese. Cheeses: Cheddar, Habenero Jack, Deep Space Cheese, Predatory Feeling, Whatever the chef used on the Mind Melter, Monterrey. Toppings: Pepperoni, Sausage, Bacon, Canadian Bacon, various other meats, zerglings, pineapple, olives, and various fruits and veggies from across the Koprulu sector. Zarkun22
Jan 2, 2015 Jan 2, 2015 Dec 31, 2014
The Writing/Roleplaying/Misc. Resource Thread I figured we should have a single thread to put all the various RP and writing resources we've found over the years. Feel free to post your own (please also add a brief description), I'll try to add them all to the OP (let me know if I miss one). More info on some of these may be given in the comments by the people who provided the suggestion (or others). Now on to the links... RP/Writing Advice and Tips: - So much stuff, and most of it pretty good. Tips, advice, links, character tests, and random generators for everything you could possibly make a random generator for. Site admin is often on chat and able to answer questions there. Some personal bias from the author regarding certain issues, but nothing too bad. Semi-frequent updates. Highly recommend taking a look. - Blog entirely devoted to advice regarding writing fight scenes and combat of any sort. Admins are pretty knowledgeable in general about the subjects they deal with. Massive archive and very detailed posts. Ask box open, in case there's anything you want to know which hasn't already been answered somewhere in the archive. Updated pretty frequently. - Some good stuff regarding character development and worldbuilding, among other things. Not too many articles, but worth looking at. - Blog contains some good writing advice and tips. Haven't looked through too much of it, but seems decent from what I've seen. - Lots of stuff in archive, with regular updates. Generally pretty good. Well organized and easy to find posts relating to any given topic. Asks are open, if you have a question that's not already been answered somewhere else. Also has lots of links on the Resources page, so you might as well just go there instead of reading this list... - Blog of author Karen Woodward, contains a lot of writing advice and ideas. Quite thorough with explanations. Organization is pretty decent, and a fairly large archive of posts is available. Updated frequently. Useful Miscellaneous Stuff: - Makes dead URLs work again (unless every trace of the site's content is gone from the web). More about how it works and what it can and can not do is explained on the site itself. - Black market prices for all sorts of stuff, researched through various publicly available sources such as newspaper articles. Useful for figuring out things like how much an assassin might charge (you should be able to do approximate price conversions for non-modern settings). - Exactly what it says on the tin. Also gives sentences, paragraphs, characters, etc., and shows keyword density (which words you use most in a given text and how often they occur). Also seems to keep whatever you last pasted into the site upon returning to it, seemingly for an indefinite period. - Common tropes and cliches, information regarding any kind of game/movie/show/whatever else, and a bunch of other stuff. Loads of content, as in thousands upon thousands of pages. Warning: TV Tropes is officially classified as an addictive substance and should be viewed with caution, lest you end up reading articles for multiple days straight (be doubly cautious if using tabs). - For whenever you know the perfect word for something and just can't quite remember it. Lets you enter a bunch of parameters that help the site figure out just what exactly that word you're thinking of is. Other RP Sites: - The official (ish) wiki for all RP stuff on this very site. Fairly new and content is still being added, slowly. - A general roleplay forum with what seems to be a fairly experienced RP community. Three levels of roleplay; free, casual, and advanced. Seems to be pretty active. Haven't looked into it too much, but looks to be worth trying if you want another site to roleplay on. Owlfeathers5
Dec 31, 2014
The Sixth World (Shadowrun 2.0 PRP) Well hello again, my fellow barmembers. We gather here today to discuss a foray into another world, an alternate dimension, as it was. For some, it will be a return to a life that they have only briefly experienced. Like a fading dream or a thought that you had the back of your mind. Nothing more than something you’ve brushed off as a mere figment of your imagination. Take a walk with me, as I unlock your abilities to perceive. This is a metaphorical walk, you see. We ARE, at this point in time, entering the very core of your conscious mind. There, you as you know yourself will cease to exist, and your new personas will rise from the interdimensional turmoil that is your everlasting and timeless subconscious. So. You just sit tight. Kick back and relax. I’ll be back with you in a split second. And here we are. Back on Earth… but not as you know it now. It’s the Earth of a different timeline entirely. This Earth resides in the year 2075. Magical entities roam freely, creatures from mythology and technological marvels exist. This is fact. The Matrix has a hold over this world, just as every device is connected to it. The Megacorporations have made monopolies on every single market in existence, and their all seeing eyes peer into every crack and crevice on the streets of their cities and living complexes. But not everyone has that kind of… privilege. The kind of privilege to slave their lives away doing menial tasks for their corporate overlords. You call those kinds of people wageslaves. They are the mindless, brainwashed citizens of the Megas, who soak up their propaganda like sponges. They live in fear of the unknown, they exist unknowing of anything other than what the Megas want them to believe. You know better. You’ve found yourself on the streets. One way or another, you can only remember the blissful ignorance of living without responsibility- working from 9 to 5, day in, day out. Earning barely enough to keep your apartment, and feeling empty inside. Or, perhaps you’ve only known the dangers of the slums, outside of the Mega’s presences? I know not how you got there, but at some point in time, you took to the shadows of the world. You found yourself scraping by, committing runs by night, and putting on the facade of innocence by day. Your very life, your friends and family, is a lie. Your day job, and your Social Identification Number(s) [SINs] are lies. They are your cover, so you can pocket the cash you need to rise to the top of the social ladder. You do the dirty work of anyone with the money- sometimes even the Megas themselves. Anybody who needs something done that’s… outside of the law. Your talents are going to be put to good use, and you’ll find your skills being used in interesting ways. So welcome to the world of Shadowrun. You will be creating your individual Shadowrunners, and posting them in this thread for me to see. If anyone new is interested or wants to ask any questions about the game, they may ask me directly in this thread, or by finding me elsewhere (I am UndergroundByDesign on, and If you are contacting me, please confirm that you are a forum person by mentioning your username in the email or note.) I will be serving as your Game Master/Narrator, and will be of assistance in the event that there is a mixup or question in the rules. This thread will still be under construction for the time being. SlnderBurito17
Dec 28, 2014 Dec 20, 2014 Dec 20, 2014 Dec 19, 2014 Dec 17, 2014 Dec 10, 2014
Echoes of the Past (OPEN RP) The colony Argth'sa has sent out a distress signal for some time now. Now, Argth'sa is situated upon a rich Khaydarian mineral field, making this place a very valuable asset. According to these logs, nearly a week has passed since the distress signal has activated which makes the situation all the more puzzling. Even more suspicious is this; their communications are apparently still online, yet they have not responded to any of our inquiries. The psi field that allows our warriors to warp in somehow do not work. Evidently, disaster has befallen the colony. Onboard scans has indicated that the colony is intact and there are no abnormal readings oddly enough. Observers have been dispatched throughout the planet to see if there are survivors elsewhere on the planet. The crew of the Harathir has two primary objectives upon reaching Argth'sa. The first is to locate and evacuate any of the 1246 colonists there. The second is to find out what has happened to the colony. Any hostilities encountered will be eliminated. The Harathir will be in orbit to provide support in logistics. Entaro Tassader, warriors! ======================= *You are aboard a Khalai Vessel. Most friendly NPCs will be Khalai. *The Harathir is more a frigate than a capital ship. *Several dark templars are aboard but they are unavailable to players. A Prelate happens to be aboard this ship. *Regarding character sheets, you can be any Protoss unit (custom is good too) although I don't know how RPing a colossus/probe will be fun/interesting. You can be as detailed as you want but as always quality is better than quantity. *Colony defenses are offline. Name: Age: Class: Gender: Backstory/Personality Flaws: ^That's all I really care about but you can add me stuff if you want. Animus12
Dec 10, 2014
The Puppetmaster (OOC) Just went through a rather harsh breakup, and decided to write to get my mind off things. And what better way to write than to start an RP? The year was 3000. Earth resembles nothing but a barren wasteland. Oceans had shrunk to fractions of their previous scales, and once great rainforests were just mere oases of life. Barren cracked dirt and clouds of sand ravaged the remains of human life on the planet. Most of our once great species now lives off-world, in colonies on Terra, Gaea, and Zemlya. (Why, look at how original our names are!) Human life still existed on our once great world, but it was shattered and desolate. Then, an unprecedented transformation took place. First it happened to Terra. The colony's communication systems went offline without warning, and Gaea launched an expedition team. What they found horrified them. Not a single human life of the once-present 8 billion humans on the world remained. All that persisted was a world covered in steel and other alloys, machinery looking almost human in nature. Everything was coated in steel pipes, platforms, and infrastructure. Even the greatest Gaean and Zemlyan scientists couldn't understand it. The machinery was fairly basic; Generators, steam release valves, and other fairly easy to comprehend items; but why it was there and how it got there was what baffled them. What kind of race could cover an entire planet in our machinery? Intelligent life had never yet been discovered yet. The closest was a vaguely canine species on Gaea, which was accidentally eradicated due to human disease. Then Zemyla's communication systems went offline. The Gaean military rushed to the planet without further instruction, and it was even more horrifying. The same exact substance that coated Terra was present, but so was all the life, in some perverted semblance. Every living being on Terra had been converted to an alloy known as Cubic Boron Nitride, an extremely tough and durable substance. Several of the 'statues' were brought back to Gaea, and what they discovered on them horrified them even further. Every minute detail of them was preserved. The weave of a fabric, the veins in a hand, the sequence of their dna; it was all perfectly frozen in a black alloy. Gaea took it as an immediate warning and beefed up their defense systems tenfold. The military was on constant watch, and the population was in constant fear. And then the riots started. Believing the whole thing was a hoax designed to scare the populace into submission, a group ironically calling themselves the Steel Fist tried to take power. And while the military was putting down the upstart, no one noticed that all the communication systems had gone offline. ----------------------- One week later, the same thing happened to Earth. But this time it was different. This time, there were survivors. ----------------------- You are one of the remaining humans in a strange, unrecognizable, heavily infrastructured world. You have little to no memory of your previous life as a human and everything that you know and love has disappeared. Some human/animal/plant 'statues' remain, and small areas of the planet seem to be untouched for unknown reasons. And for some reason, one thing seems to be seeded deep into your mind. Find who did this. Kill them. FlCoDamThree8
Dec 9, 2014
The True Swarm (fanfiction) (Note: Since their is a faction known as the True Horde in WoW, and Blizzard seems to be making StarCraft 2 like WoW, I just decided to do this. Why not?) The True Swarm is a faction of Zerg that arose during the Brood War. After Daggoth's Swarm was defeated, it was thought that the Cerebrates were extinct. However, the surviving Cerebrates, including Daggoth, Gorn, Nargil, Zargil, Araq, and several unnamed Cerebrates,along with their broods, were rescued from extinction by a unique Zerg organism known only as The Undermind. (Image here. Warning: I ripped off Warhammer 40k: The Undermind is the founder of the True Swarm, and the pinnacle of the Zerg commander strains. Designed to act as the Overmind's greatest weapon, The Undermind was given control of the Plague Brood, a brood designed to evolve the swarm and augment the many zerg strains. With the death of the Zerg Overmind, the Undermind was left without direction or purpose. Continuing to serve the purposes of the Overmind, it gathered the surviving Cerebrates to his allegiance, and genetically modified them to be able to survive without the Overmind. Replacing the Overmind as the guiding intelligence of his own Swarm, the Undermind and his Cerebrates hid on a distant planet far from the Koprulu sector, while still continuing operations in the sector. When Kerrigan was deinfested, the Cerebrates seized this opportunity, hunting down as many Broods as possible and assimilating them.Many Broodmothers and their broods were either assimilated into the True Swarm or annihilated. The Undermind, however, left many Zerg behind, still hiding his existence and the survival of his brethren from the Terrans and Protoss. Placing a spy (Abathur) amongst Kerrigan's zerg, the Undermind then departed the entire galaxy, using a Xel'Naga Warpgate. traveling to the Andromeda galaxy, the True Swarm found a galaxy teeming with life, untouched by the Terrans or Protoss. With Amon's return well o it's way, The Undermind decided to hide in the new galaxy, feeding and growing in order to repair their tremendous losses. Still carrying out the orders and directives of the Overmind long after it's destruction, the True Swarm now watches, and waits. Still oblivious to Amon's influence over the Overmind, the Cerebrates now are rebuilding their broods, and prepare for the inevitable time when they will return and reclaim the entire swarm, to continue the Fall of Aiur conflict that was thought to have ended so long ago. TheUndermind8
Dec 6, 2014 Dec 5, 2014
01010100 01101000 01100101 01111001 00100000 Journal ETX-, Property of a Warren Kogy (Enter Log); 01010100 01101000 01100101 01111001 00100000 01100011 01100001 01101110 00100000 01101000 01100101 01100001 01110010 00100000 01110101 01110011 00101110 Entry 1: A gentle breeze cools the steel of a metal fortress. As snow gently pushes up against its walls the cool air seeps in. This is the warmest it's been all year. The closest the planet is to the sun, and it all ends in three days. The soft thin layer of snow beneath your feet flattens in the presence of your feet. You feel free. But it'll be night time soon. It gets cold at night. Back inside you suppose. The Terran Comm - Sat Station on the Frost world of Alpha Crominiku is empty. It's always empty when you aren't there. No static from the intercom, no heat from the shafts, no crew walking by. All alone. As darkness takes over you shut the windows. You don't want them seeing you. The emergency power is on, the most basic lighting fixtures in place. As your feet patter down the halls you are once again reminded of the emptiness in place. Bundle up. That pretty much sums up my job. Cold, unforgiving, worthless. The heats been out for thirty - some days. No one has bothered to bring new energy cells for the reactor, the solar panels are shoddy at best and I'm freezing my butt off every night trying to catch a glimpse of shut eye. It's not like I have anything to wake up to, it's just. . . So empty, there's not even a white noise, there's nothing. I'm snowed in, the damn sensor is down so there's no reason for me to be here. But I am. I suppose that'd be like the Dominion, leave me out here to monitor pirate activity. Who would go to this backwater system though. The Crominiku star is too dull for any life to grow, too bright for rare minerals to form. There is no purpose for this base's existence. Yet it does exist, and I've been tasked with manning it. They told me to record anything I find on this log. Well I'm recording what I've found, and guess what it is. Piss all. 01010100 01101000 01100101 01111001 00100000 01101011 01101110 01101111 01110111 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01110101 01110011 00101110 Entry 2: Three Days ago this anomaly was picked up on the sensors. It's weird, I thought the sensors were down under all the snow. Those new Herc Suits we got were useful for once at least. Cleaned right through the snow. Got me there in one piece. When I arrived at the sector of the anomaly (Or at least where I thought it was.) there was nothing there. I headed back to base, empty handed and disappointed. But when I got back the signal was still going on. You can't stop the signal man. I'm going to sleep. I'll check on it tomorrow. 01010100 01101000 01100101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01100101 01100101 00100000 01110101 01110011 00100000 01100001 01110011 00100000 01110111 01100101 00100000 01110011 01101100 01100101 01100101 01110000 00101110 Entry 3: The signal was still going, but with that new Herc suit I was able to clean up the scanners, so before I went out I did some repairs. Turns out that signal is coming from underground. I'm working on a makeshift drill for the Herc, I need to find out what's going on down there. 01000010 01110101 01110100 00100000 01110111 01100101 00100000 01100100 01101111 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01110011 01100101 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 01101101 00101110 Entry 4: I did it. This journal is being recorded from underground, and what was creating the signal is. . . astonishing. I wish my wife could see this. The architecture, it's a whole damn temple. But it's not the temple creating the signal, no, there's this portal, kind've like a Protoss gateway. Sensors say it's been up for the last four days, but gateways are only active when something is going in or out. I don't know which is more terrifying. I'm radioing for Dominion reinforcements, I need a science crew. I'm gonna sleep on it. I've been feeling weird lately. 01001000 01100101 01101100 01110000 00100000 01101101 01100101 00101110 Entry 5: I can see everything. It's all clear. It all makes sense. You can't stop them. We need to stop us. You all need to go. They already know of me, but they don't need to know of you, it's not worth it. I can feel them. Crawling through my skin, digging into my brain. I can't write anymore. You'll get too curious. They get mad when you get curious. I can see them now. They're coming for me. Stay away. This Journal was found in a ruins under the thick snow world of Alpha Crominiku, discovered by Dominion scientists. A small forward study lab has been made out of the re - purposed Comm - Sat fortress. Any trace of the worker who discovered this has disappeared. I'll keep you posted. -Davis DrButts10
Dec 1, 2014 Nov 26, 2014
Thundercrash's PRP Bar part 34 Welcome back, stranger, to the Roleplay Bar Dimension. JoeyRay’s Bar is an excellent place to come to relax, to let the strain of obliterating your opponent in honorable combat drain away. I have been coming to this fine establishment for some time, and though I have enjoyed myself many times, I have noticed something lacking. Drinks! So, being the considerate man that I am, I have taken it upon myself to serve this much needed necessity. Patrons may partake from our fine range beverages, some only found here. Drink menu: New Addition!: The Jumpstarter: This drink possesses an electric kick that is more or less guaranteed to get your brain moving, if it doesn’t completely fry it. If you’ve recently come from Planet Employment, or its satellite Post-Secondary Moon, this one is on the house. A Jim Raynor -- Cheap, harsh, and served up warm in a filthy glass. A Tychus Findlay -- You’re not actually sure what it is, but you spilled a few drops and the counter is still smoking. The Zeratul -- It isn’t served to you, instead it appears from the shadows. Then, when you try to drink it, you experience weird visions and the glass disappears. Zergling “Special” -- “Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my rag-time gal…” Firebat -- Burns goin’ down AND comin’ back up. Psi-Storm -- Hits so hard you’ll remember what happened tomorrow, yesterday. Grounds for Divorce -- Matt Horner was drinking these when he “won” a fateful card game. What He’s Having -- Kachinsky always seems to be in here, so whatever he’s having must be pretty good. Baneling Body Shot -- Are you sure this is a good idea? I’m not sure where to put the lime... A Glass of Milk -- “Whaddya mean there aren’t any cows in Koprulu? Where’d this come from then?“ The Solar Shot -- For those looking for a good time. Flame-proof clothing recommended, cuz you’ll be shining brighter than the star of Typhon. Korhalian BackStabber -- Good for the recently betrayed and left for dead. The Jail Breaker -- new from the recently opened New Folsom Prison Bar. The Bloody Medic -- kills the pain, but we still say you should have a doctor check that out. Redstone Mixer -- expensive, but I can guarantee it’ll be served in a clean and sterilized glass. Careful, that lava’s hot. The Broadcaster -- You’re not ready for the raw $ex appeal this sucker brings. A favorite of a certain ex-convict. The Hellracer -- suspension of sobriety is an integral part of any drinking experience, but this experience requires suspension of sobriety and inhibitions. The Maelstrom Shocker -- Only served here, a 40% bigger hit than standard Shockers, guaranteed. Psionic Cooler -- yes, I know it feels weird. Don’t worry, the energy coming out of your body should wear off in a couple days (insert generic letters to indicate gibberish) -- I don’t know what’s in it either, but that guy down there had one. He started screaming and thrashing for a while, and now he hasn’t gotten up off the floor in over an hour. The Judicator -- Perfect for influencing the minds of the intoxicated. Prismatic Void -- Gets better with every drink. Has been known to be lethal. Mind Shredder: perfect for those wishing to forget everything and start a new life. For anyone not wishing to do this, this drink isn’t advised. Scotty Bolgers old no. 8: the good stuff Andorian Ale: Can’t tell you how I got this, its a trade secret. Charge: Made using stim and several other ingredients. Side effects vary. Mjolnir (Thor’s Hammer): If you really want to feel hammered, this is for you. Served with a side of hot lead. Enlightenment: tell me when you get there. Marine: may cause you to see the counter vanish Feedback: served cold. All those annoying voices in your head start telling you what you did wrong today. M.U.L.E.: Good buzz, but may cause a break down later. Haven Splitter: you’ll either feel warm, safe, and content, or depressed, paranoid, and possibly like injecting yourself with random serums. 50/50 shot. Ace Suicide: I don’t actually know what this does. Nor do I recommend it. Alcoholic Projector: Ever wanted to know what you’re actually like when you get totally trashed? Take a few sips of this, and all the alcohol in your system will condense into a ‘party’ version of yourself, where you are completely wasted, have no inhibitions, and are just out for a ‘little’ fun. The more you’ve drunk beforehand, the better the projection. Have fun! The HBRB: however crazy you think you are, this will make you worse. Yes, that includes you, namesake. The Noodle Incident: we all know what happens when you drink this. It needs no explanation. Little bit of everything: Exactly what it says. I’ve taken everything I’ve got, mixed it together, and put in the laser accelerator for a few hours. There’s no telling what will happen. Slicer: Has the unique property that it changes effect depending on the drinker's personality, amplifying any traits they have a good thousand times over. Buzzes in the back of your skull begin after three drinks, amplify slowly, and you randomly sprout wings after the 11th glass. The Scoutmaster: May result in the drinkee feeling experiencing high levels of Trustworthiness, Loyalty, Helpfulness, Friendliness, Courtesy, Kindness, Obedience, Cheerfulness, Thriftiness, Bravery, Cleanliness, and Reverence. Not Recommended for parties. Mar Sara Black: need a pick me up, or something for radiation poisoning? Or jut something to get a good buzz going that doesn’t break down? Then say good night, because we won’t be seeing you until the morning. The Jingle Bell -- There's no candy involved, but you will definitely be needing a cane. Drink accessories: pylon shards (for those that need that extra crunchy glitter) hydralisk spine umbrella (not for the more bubbly drinks) Mentos: you’ve seen that experiment with Coke? Wait till you see what happens with my stuff. Laser accelerator: Heh heh, you think you’ve had it all? Time for a little ‘randomosity’. The menu will updated every so often, so check back to see if there is anything new you might like to try. There are only two rules here: If anyone starts a bar fight I will either: throw you into the pen of Roaches I keep in the back. I feed them regularly, but you know how voracious Zerg are personally blow your head off, and use your dead body to make new drinks and 2: what happens in the bar, stays in the bar. So come. Drink. Enjoy. Chat with friends. Make new ones. Pick up a date [or a one night stand ;) ]. Drown your sorrows. Bi*ch about your life. For those of the literary bent, use this opportunity to get the creative juices [among other things] flowing. As long as you pay your tab, and don’t break anything, I really don’t care what you do. And the best part is: no hangovers! On an extra note: Due to the recent conflicts involving trolls, flash-mobs, and nuclear activity (pointed look at Zanon), I’ve moved the Bar to its own pocket dimension. Don’t worry, nothing has really changed, this is just for structural stability. Thundercrash499
Nov 26, 2014 Nov 26, 2014
Raiders of The Lost Ark Text Log Begin. . . Dominion Operating Systems. . . Hello [Science Technician Samuel Davis]. . . Preparing Log Layout. . . Preparing Text. . . Enter: Entry 1: Listen now, I think you're all hotshot and swagger, but let me tell it to you straight, you're not gonna know what I'm talking about without context, but luckily enough for you, I've uploaded the files to any secure Dominion Computer. Or for simpletons, this: So, begin. First off, the Ruins. Protoss in nature, obviously. But, my technicians have discovered that this isn't a normal Protoss structure, it's elongated. Further study required. This Kogy guy, completely off his rocker. Babbling about seeing or something. We've been here for four days, and no signs of [Delirium] are showing. But, I don't think he's alone down here. Any dumb[Censored] can decipher Binary, it's one of the oldest remaining Human codes, and him being an Engineer, no matter how dumb, would know this. So, and this is just a guess, I think he was trying to hide something, not from us, but from whatever [sees] him. I'm heading back. It gets cold at night. Entry 2: The second shipment of supplies came in. I can do more studies now, luckily. A basic outline and seismograph of this cave system leads me to believe that this isn't a ruin at all. It's a crash. A spaceship crash. The Rocks in this system are inconceivably old, before even the Terran arrived here. Another thing, these aren't rocks, it's some Protoss alloy. Don't call me crazy, but I think this might be an Ark Ship. What am I saying, I must be [Censored]ing crazy. Entry 3: One of the Marines shot the Sgt. today. Said he was talking to loud. Lunatics, every single one of them, can't handle some snow and some ancient architecture. He's in the brig now, thinking of doing a Psych eval, just for the hell of it. Maybe there is something going on, something that only affects morons. Entry 4: One of the Marines left, four have gone completely insane, turned something on. Emergency lights best I can tell, because as much of this Ruin we've dug out we haven't found a single pylon. However, it gets me thinking that maybe my ideas weren't unfounded, maybe this is an Ark Ship. That'd be something. I'd be famous. Hopefully we can fully unearth this thing before there's another incident, because it seems like this whole Camp is going crazy. I need more men, and I'm gonna need some pylons to. I'll send out a request wavier. Entry 5: Gotta hold on. The portal activated today, and I. . . Well I can't see. All I do is hear. Everything is so loud. I feel them. They crawl and they itch and they never go away. I need. . . I just. . . The Log abruptly stops at this point, no new text is added for fifteen minutes. The text then continues, but in a different style and speed. That pompous bastard got what was coming to him. Technician Davis, saying we're all crazy. He's the only crazy one, not seeing the truth. He didn't see that bullet coming either. [Censored] this planet. I'm ordering a full Planetary Scorching. This rock, and anything on it is gonna burn. Us with it. It's the only way. Addendum A: The Log entries then abruptly stop, not updated for three days. On the third day the Log stops working. Since no one has been on the planet since them, there is no way of recovering the physical log, however the entries were broadcast through Dominion channels, making them available to Dominion Computers everywhere. Addendum B: In addition to the Log entries, one of the bases security cameras picked up a Small Vessel landing nearby the base, emerging from it several unidentifiable figures. The cameras were then disabled. DrButts3
Nov 23, 2014 Nov 15, 2014 Nov 12, 2014 Nov 10, 2014
Leovaunt's (unoffical) Starcraft RPG Ruleset Hello, fellow residents of the Koprulu Sector! I hope this is an exciting a day for you as it is for me. I have eagerly been devouring all the information about Legacy of the Void, as I’m sure most of you have. I am Leovaunt. Over the last few years, I have created a table-top roleplaying game for the Starcraft setting. I now want to share it with the world and the community, and let the project grow with the help of my fellow Terrans. All my currently published resources about the Starcraft RPG can be found at the following website: Allow me to first assuage concerns by answering a few questions. ‘Why did you make it?’ Simply, why not? Starcraft was one of my first serious forays into the science-fiction genre. I see it as an optimum setting for a heroic sci-fi roleplaying game. It has a lot going on in the setting: dueling factions, variety of worlds, killer robots, monstrous aliens of all sizes, psychic powers, and enough magical aspects thrown in to make it a science fiction-fantasy hybrid. It is a setting where you can easily have a wide variety of different characters throw in together and start on an epic adventure. I made it so my fellow Terrans could enjoy exploring the universe of Starcraft as I see it, in a zoomed in scale in a manner that is rarely seen by the game. This is not a roleplaying game for the Starcraft games: this is a game for the Starcraft setting. It uses the books, comics, stories, and lore bits from the website to create a game universe that is expansive and real, more than just moving units around a map. However, the setting also allows a view of heroic individuals facing impossible odds and prevailing, like we see in the exploits of great heroes such as Jim Raynor. Of course, this epic project is also my first major public venture as a game designer and a writer. This project is also my resume, so people can see what I can do. ‘Aren’t there already Starcraft roleplaying games?’ Well, yes and no. Obviously, there are plenty of Starcraft roleplaying groups on forums and websites around the world. Some others have even tried to convert other game systems to the Starcraft setting, and there was a little known official Starcraft RPG years ago, if albeit a small one. The way this is different than the forum RPGs, is that this is a structured ruleset. Players can create characters by spending characteristic points to buy skills and attributes. They earn weapons and abilities that have statistical values, and involve dice rolling to make different effects. While the narrative play by post format is awesome, this allows players to roleplay in Starcraft in the classic fashion I grew up with; bunch of fellows around a table with dice, record sheets, and a map. Why is this different from other RPGs that have been put out? If I had to pin a word on it, I would say it’s the scope of the game. Not only is it a zoomed in view of the larger Starcraft universe, but this project covers all angles of game play. Any type of game is playable with this RPG, from detective mysteries, to warfare, to space exploration, espionage, piracy, or simple treasure seeking. The rule set is open ended, allowing players to create whatever type of characters they want, chose from a wide variety of backgrounds appropriate to the setting, and be supported with endless options for character customization. That is the main difference with my system versus the roleplaying games, that this is a set of rules that lays the ground work for a Starcraft setting. It is a set of example game mechanics, relying on dice rolling, which allow a structured yet customizable playing experience. I plan on supporting this project for some time, assuming I have Blizzard’s blessing. ‘Okay, so what is this game like?’ Anyone familiar with d20 roleplaying game systems, such as Dungeons and Dragons, Pathfinder, or Star Wars: Saga Edition, will be able to pick it up fairly quickly, as it uses a twenty-sided dice as its main mechanics. However, it is not a clone copy of such rules. For example, the system ONLY uses twenty-sided dice. Everything in the game can be determined with one type of dice, and usually only one dice roll, making encounters fast and simple. Furthermore, the statistical values of the game are determined in a completely unique manner. More than that, the system is extremely customizable and without a rigid class-like system. Every time a character levels up, they receive a number of statistic points, prowess points, skill points, and a talent. These factors allow complete fine tuning of a character, and the higher level a party is, the more different each character will be from one another. Even better, equipment is varied and adjustable. Almost every item in the game has an equipment tier, everything from flashlights to missile launchers, allowing the character to constantly be seeking better and better items as the campaign goes on. There is no staleness of being stuck with an item for 10 or more levels, as the players will constantly be able to seek out better and better loot. Even vehicles have tiers, so players can upgrade their combat craft as well as their personal items. The game is spread across 20 levels that cover a massive diversity of player power. A level 1 character is little more than a common civilian, and would be quickly ripped apart by a single zergling. A level 20 character is a legendary figure that could take on squads of Dominion Marines single handedly, and can even give pause to the great horrors of the setting, such as terrifying Zerg brood lords and ultralisks. Even psionic powers offer a great deal of flexibility, with every manifestation of a power giving a varied number of ‘power points’ that can be used to customize a psychic power to the exact needs of a character at that moment. But be warned, for there are many enemy psychics in the game, ranging from Terran Ghosts, Zerg Queens, and all manner of Protoss warriors. Only Terrans are available to play as in the game at this moment. I do plan on adding support for additional races as time goes on. ‘How is this going to be released?’ I have created a website where all the details on the roleplaying game will be revealed in a number of files. My first release will be the How to Play Guide, which details the basic mechanics of the game system. This will be followed shortly by the first adventure, the Escape from New Folsom. It pits the players as a group of prisoners trying to escape the planet following that climatic level of the Wings of Liberty Campaign. This will be accompanied by a series of pre-generated 2nd level characters to start on the adventure. The adventures of these escaped prisoners will continue in future adventure detachments that will send them all over the sector and beyond. Also there will be supplement releases so anyone playing the system can make their own characters, and eventually there will be support for Game Masters to create their own campaigns and stories. All of this is a fan-made project, and will be completely free of charge. As usual, all creative rights to the Starcraft setting, including names, locations, and species, are the property solely of Blizzard Entertainment, whom I by no means represent. ‘What other work have you done?’ I have created my own personal universe known as the Stellar Realms, which is the setting for my Heroes of Keshan series of novellas. To learn more about my setting and find links to my published stories, go to You can find my published stories on the amazon kindle store. To find my website with my introduction files, go to Leovaunt2
Nov 8, 2014 Nov 7, 2014
The Great Escape (OOC) Let me preface this by saying that the following RP will have nothing to do with Starcraft. You heard me. Absolutely nothing. Now that I have your attention, let me dive into the story. The year is 2125. Humanity has advanced significantly, with many great leaps in technology, all thanks to a great corporation known as Knight Industries. Everyone on the planet knows of Knight; they are the air, food, and water of civilization and technology. They are the 'Massive Dynamic' of my RP. Now, although everyone knows of this company and their technological and scientific conquests, no one knows how they conduct their research. And the answer, in all truthfulness, is aliens. Damn right. Not zerg, not protoss, and certainly certainly not xel'naga. Now, Knight currently has no way of getting into space, although they are developing it. They are an area-51 esque organization, developing things based on aliens that crash-land on earth. Many great inventions have originated from this: Uberfuel, a type of green liquid that burns slowly and provides quite a bit of energy, and Novafuel, which burns extremely quickly but provides ten times the energy and tends to ramp up the effects of whatever it's connected to. (Are you seeing the gameplay possibilities yet?) There are four ingestible drugs, only three of which really should be ingested, and one of which should only be ingested if you're dead, unless you were killed with the fourth ingestible drug, in which case you might just explode. They are Aeternitas, which increases your lifespan theoretically infinitely, but if a sample is not taken every day the immediate threat of heart failure occurs; Psyternaline, which bestows psionic powers upon the ingester (There are no natural psionics!); Radionite, which is technically a fuel for travelling between dimensions but works just great when consumed for giving you temporary superpowers (and occasionally setting you on fire, injecting you with deadly bioweapons, freezing you into blocks of ice, and other wonderful side-effects); and Mortenol, which if injected directly after death will bring you back to life. This is pretty disorienting, and you might suffer some memory, strength, IQ or limb loss. They have also made renewable fusion reactors, force-fields, guns that shoot lightning, guns that shoot plasma, guns that shoot lasers and guns that shoot rainbows. (Don't ask, it has it's uses) Now, you may ask, what happens to the aliens after their technology has been extracted? There is a part of the facility deep down in the earth where the aliens are stored. Legend tells of them; only the top eggheads and the rarest of guards have seen them. Down here the creatures are tested on, their doors blocked by force fields kept alive by the facility's sixteen tandem fusion reactors. That is, until the fiftieth anniversary of the first 'prisoner's' transport. Every month there was one day where all the engineers and eggheads left the facility, leaving only the guards and technicians. It was on this day that the reactors exploded in a miraculous miniature supernova, completely destroying half of the underground facility and bathing ten floors in human-lethal radiation. This is the day that the monsters were set free. Orion12
Nov 5, 2014 Nov 4, 2014 Oct 30, 2014 Oct 29, 2014 Oct 25, 2014
Running in the Shadows (RP) Sign up/FAQ/Character Sheet: Initiate Chapter 1: Zephyr ===== Cold eyes surveyed the wealth of information that flowed past them, observing name after name, alias after alias, skillset after skillset. There were very unique parameters for the candidates that had been requested, and these eyes had to judge every potential member in a fraction of a second. But that was no matter, she would soon receive what she had asked of him. He was used to the high speeds at which the information flowed, he had become attuned to it during his time in the Matrix, and data sifting was more of a background process to him than something that required his full attention. Finally, the bits and pieces of information began to fit like an intricate puzzle. A team that had fit the parameters. One with potential, that lacked experience, was naive... One that could be employed for her services. With the list in tow, he contacted her, hesitantly, at first, taking a brief moment to doubt his choices, before reaffirming his confidence. The request to meet on the grid was left hanging for a few seconds, typical of her, of course. As her persona entered the private grid, he took a deep breath before speaking, shakily sending the files over to her form, and watching with a nervous anticipation as she went over them. Her perusal seemed to take longer than usual, and her persona said no words to him. He half wondered if he had done something wrong, when a beep alerted him to a message. "They are cleared, and fit my standards. You have completed your task, arrange for their employment." Her persona vanished, and shivers went down the man's spine. He hurriedly went back to his own personal network, contacting a large number of their associates, to track down and coordinate a simultaneous capture. Days later, the sounds of Seattle had been drowned out by a heavy rainfall, belaying a dark and deathly atmosphere. As quick as the lightning struck, armed men appeared from the shadows, and from all corners of the city, very specific individuals were taken down, drugged, and brought to the designated meeting place. ===== "Hello, to-be Runners. I see you are all starting to wake up, its good to see that our associates hadn't killed any of you during your transferral here." You strain to open your eyes, your head pounding and your bodies sore. It is obvious that your captors didn't transport you with much care, and you find yourselves strapped to chairs, which are bolted down onto the floor. You are arranged in a half circle, all facing a television in the center, broadcasting an image of a figure cloaked in scarlet, a metallic mask jutting out from her cowl, stylized in the fashion of a bird. They tilt their head, glass disks on the mask hiding their eyes, and their words carry through the air from a multitude of speakers. It is feminine and mechanically altered, yet still easily understandable. "We have gathered you all here for a specific reason, and we hope that you will comply with your given orders without a second's notice. You will be rewarded handsomely for your efforts, as we trust you will complete them with relative ease." SlnderBurito326
Oct 21, 2014