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+1. So many fucking plus ones. SARGE APPROVES. P.S, actual reasons: Monkey's a damn fine roleplayer, and I believe it's beneficial to the server to have more good RPers in more roles. Let him have this.

Brendanielreads. A man with a beautiful voice, reading the shittiest fanfics (SONICHU INCLUDED) https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7EpM9PXIn3bTIlJYiP1xWg

Swing over the river with the vines. You wanna get out of here ASAP, and the log doesn't look sturdy enough. Going around would take too long.

Jacques looks about himself, quickly surrounded by potential companions. He holds a hand up to the assembly for a moment, looking at the not-so-blind drunk crawling about aimlessly on the alley floor. He snatches up the man's discarded crossbow and looks to the massive axeman, requesting in rudimentary Russian: "Friend, take the blind drunkard and make sure he doesn't run." Turning to the rest of the gathered travelers (including the somewhat bedraggled and bewildered scholar), he spoke again in Russian. "We retire to our noble friend's home. There we will discuss matters of work and pay. Let's be off before the city guard descends on this wretched place!" Jacques watches as the Russian warrior reluctantly scoops up the blind beggar, who puts up a frail resistance and mumbles something in gibberish French. The group would do well to be off soon, lest they all end up on the gallows for murder and disturbance of the peace.

Jacques could see the fight was quickly spiraling out of control, with more and more ruffians joining the fray. Suddenly, something of value spilled onto the floor elsewhere in the bar, and the patrons became a massive, screaming throng. The French lord saw his chance, and made a dash for the establishment's back door, shouting: "All of you that want good pay for your work, with me!" When he reached the back door, he spied a thug running after a somewhat scholarly looking man. Jacques slammed his side guard in to the thug's head, leaving him sprawled out on the ground as he followed the scholar out the back door.

Stickman battlefields were the shit. I wish I were still enough of a child at heart to draw them.

This looks beautiful. Good work! I'm currently trying to make my drawings more polished/anatomically correct/gooder. Might post some stuff here when I think I'm decent enough.

oooo gurl u so rachet On a related note: "Hey, are you basic? Because I don't want someone complex."

As a woman's voice echos from across the bar, Jacques nods to the massive man beside him and then lunges forward, thrusting out his rapier in a deadly stab. His lunge carries him far, and the point meets it's mark, going through the stomach of the nearest ruffian. Jacques kicks the man off his blade, quickly slashing the leg of another man charging at him with a knife. As the man falls to the ground, a cry escaping his lips, Jacques pushes the point of the rapier in to the downed thug's jugular. Just as he pulls it free, the largest of the three thugs left charges at him, roaring, and makes an overhead swing with a hatchet. Jacques barely catches the attack on his sword's crossguard, and as he struggles to keep the axe from being forced down on to his head, he calls out in broken Russian: "Kill this bastard!"

Yeah, valid points, except: People DID try to change things. I tried to change things. All we got was complaints and moaning, aggression, and alienation. We tried to impact the things we didn't like. We didn't choose to fail- what we did choose to do was quit when it was clear that change was not wanted. And you say that, as a community, we're trying to cultivate a certain atmosphere. All I've seen is the cultivation of an atmosphere that is hostile, restrictive, and festering. And there's a reason that the atmosphere has been cultivated to be this way: players that negatively effect the atmosphere have become deeply engrained in the community. Players that whine and complain to admins and in OOC/LOOC whenever they are wronged. Players that think that just because they made a super special character who's 7 feet tall with floor length neon hair, they get to be a shit to others. Players that come in, needlessly tear out and replace massive chunks of lore and shove it down people's throats, and complain loudly whenever they receive criticism for this. Players that think that role playing isn't about having fun, it's about being serious and strict and following the lore and rules to the letter. Players that forget that this is just a game that everyone is trying to enjoy- not their personal, stable RP chatroom. Players that refuse to try new things. Hate me, and the rest of those that jumped ship, if you want. But don't say we didn't try. We just didn't succeed- and who would want to stay in a toxic place that you couldn't change?

Hey, I'm dropping back in to the community for a bit to say something: (Pardon my French) Fuck this. Fuck this whole line of thought. I'm sorry to say it, Sue, but it doesn't surprise me that you'd go with an approach like that. "Oh, based on some posts I read at one point, those people must all be filthy TG peasants who can't RP. Their arguments are invalid. The community is in the right." But no. That's not how it works. No matter how much you, and others, might want to convince yourself that endemic favoritism, elitism, and hostility to outsiders isn't a problem in this community, that doesn't make it so. So many long time players, myself included, have quit the server because we're frankly disgusted with what it's become. So no, you can't just say, "take what they (implying some group of people who are separate and lower than you) say with a grain of salt." Because if you can't see how blatantly elitist (and indicative of the problem) that statement is, then (and I'm gonna use that term you love so much) you are literally fucking Hitler. P.S sorry if I hurt anyone's sensibilities. Not really though.

Right, without further ado... Let's begin. Jacques sat at his small table, the crudely made legs of his stool bending slightly under even his light weight. His beer was watered down, and the bread on his plate was stale, but during his time in this barbarian Russian land, he had become used to such poor fare. Grimacing as he gulped down the rest of his beerwater, he peered around the room, hands under his cloak. The Sick Bear was full of the usual Vasiliberg scum- drunken, grimy men, tavern whores with loose bodices, and a few unsavory looking figures near the back of the establishment nursing drinks and cradling weapons. Suddenly, Jacques was slammed forward on to his table as a drunkard stumbled in to him. Whirling around angrily, he found himself face to face with a reeking, bearded Russian, who was all but growling at him with rage. "Watch where you're sittin', yuh fuhckin fhhish...", he spat. His friends, sitting nearby, let out a low laugh. Jacque's lips curled in to a grimace, and in a flash, he grabbed his solid pewter mug and swung it up, embedding it in the drunkard's eye with a disgusting, squishy noise. As the drunkard fell to the floor, screaming and holding his mangled eye, Jacques jumped up and looked towards the man's friend. They were all standing, drawing weapons from inside their coats and cloaks. Jacques drew his thin rapier, gritting his teeth and dropping in to a fencer's stance. In broken Russian, he yelped, "Come and get it, coward dogs!" Needless to say, his situation wasn't looking very good...

What it says on the tin. Some of you might've noticed I've been playing less and less lately, and probably with a bit less enthusiasm or gusto than I used to. And there's a reason for this. In light of recent events, and after some thinking and examination of the current server community and environment, I've decided that Aurora isn't really where I want to be right now. Don't get me wrong, there are quite a few of you that I love dearly and have had a great time with, but there's also quite a few people (as always, not naming names) that totally and utterly befoul the experience of RPing here for me. I'm talking about the people that are constantly being negative, shitty to others, criticizing the habits of their fellow players even while hypocritically doing the very things they condemn. It breaks my heart to see people like this so heavily ingrained in a community that I've been a part of for over two years now. I've been with this group of players since we still played on Apollo, but as more and more of my old friends have left and been replaced with new blood, not all of it to my liking and some (I feel) outright detrimental to the community and what it stands for, I've begun to feel like a stranger in my own home. When I actually take the time to sit down and thoroughly examine the community and it's makeup, I begin to feel like I don't belong here any more. So I think it's about time I hit the road. I sincerely hope that you all enjoy yourselves. And please, please remember that RP isn't about following all the rules, or having the edgiest 7 foot tall white-haired character. RP is about having fun, more specifically, EVERYONE having fun- not just the elitists. (P.S, just because I'm not playing here anymore doesn't mean I don't exist. Feel free to hit me up on Steam. We'll play some vidya. Steam: Cthulhu Pakabol)

Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos. Swaggy swaggy.

On the rare occasions that I play a scientist, I run clinical trials involving monkeys, electropacks, and burn meds. Is this good science?

If you can find them, maybe you can hire... THE B-TEAM

My theme: Totally legit

Fuck whoever had such a lack of moral fibre to do something so terrible to someone as kind, fun loving, and overall likeable as you. Seriously. You're probably my favorite community member, and the fact that someone (a staff member, no less) back stabbed you like that makes me seriously consider leaving myself. So I guess I'll see you on steam, you magnificent bastard.

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I think it should be full on WWF Golden Age style wrestling, with wacky overdone characters and ridiculous storylines. It'd just make for an overall goofy and hilarious story. I think it should be set in Ireland, but maybe have the backstory be that it's an American enterprise to introduce professional wrestling to Europe. Maybe the company can be called Aurora Wrestling Confederation (AWC). Drugs should be only minimally regulated. Here are some wacky wrestler versions of my characters: Leonin Smythe (aka, The Red Menace) Leonin's character, The Red Menace, is a greatly exaggerated (and easily hate-able) caricature of a Soviet army officer, who according to AWC lore was sent by the Commies to defeat all the American wrestlers. He speaks broken English with an extremely overdone Russian accent. He wears an Ushanka and long coat when he makes his entry in to the venue, but his outfit when he enters the ring is a red speedo and combat boots. His special move is "The Stalin Submission". The AWC fervently denies that Smythe was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest. Peter Thrushwood (aka, Captain Redbeard) Born in Ireland, Thrushwood is a new addition to the AWC roster. With unkempt dark orange hair and a large beard (as well as a missing eye) and a thick Irish accent, it was easy for him to fit in to his new character. Captain Redbeard's backstory is that he was a fierce pirate captain in the 1600s, but was frozen in ice when he fell in to the winter sea off the coast of Ireland. Finally, he's thawed out, and now he's back to make a new fortune by taking down other wrestlers in the ring. A running gag of the character is his lack of familiarity with modern technology, and his frequent anecdotes about life on the high seas. His outfit in the ring is a white silk blouse, black spandex, and 1600s-styled boots. His special move is "The Gallows Suplex", where he suplexes his opponent by their neck. LETS GET THIS DAHN

((Was hoping for one or two more people first.))

I am bringing Kevin Mahoney back. I AM. Moving on from the subject of intentionally cringey neckbeard characters... This is what I subconsciously visualize every time I see "Russian accented" characters:

Another "what it says on the tin" topic. Straight to the point: I feel that hallucinations brought on by psychedelics or other substances are a bit, well... Tame. Tame to the point that you can pretty much OOCly, and therefore ICly, ignore them. I think hallucinations that are more extreme would make hallucination RP quite interesting, and might create some interesting (read: hilarious) situations for onlookers. Here are just a few ideas: "I'm In Space!" You know that hallucination where one of the floor tiles is replaced by a space tile? Take that hallucination... And then make ever tile of any sort in a 50X50 radius around the victim in to a space tile, causing the illusion that they are floating in space, and making it difficult to navigate until the hallucination subsides (I.E, even though that wall looks like space, it is still a wall.) This would likely end with victims looking and acting extremely disoriented, screaming about pressure damage and flailing around. "I'm Melting!" Simple. The victim enters a hallucination where they get the "your face melts off!" message, and, if possible, sees their own icon as the gross burnt grey one. Bonus points if they get more status message describing the gruesome details of their face sliding off. "You're a Monster!" Random (real) characters around the victim begin to display inhuman attributes, much like the status messages you receive when you see a changeling or vampire do their thing. Some examples: "Leonin Smythe's neck distends and lengthens inhumanly as he leers at you!" "Roy Wyatt's mouth opens impossibly wide, and he emits a chilling, heart-stopping screech!" "A swarm of cockroaches begins to crawl out of Ana Issek's mouth and ears!" And other messages could be more inconspicuous: "Peter Thrushwood flips you off." "Phoebe Essel whispers something to herself while staring at you." "Armando Elysium says, "Your mom's like a truck-stop hooker, except she's twice as cheap!" And stuff like that. Maybe the messages would depend on what drug you were under the influence of, if that's possible." "The Floor Is Lava!" Do I really need to explain this one? All floor tiles within view replaced with lava tiles. OH FUCK, RUN! So that's my ideas for now. I'd like some feedback, maybe some other ideas for more extreme hallucinations. Post!

ITT: People thinking people notice their characters.