Averick

Satanz little helper was in trouble. Big big trouble. He ran as fast as possible, but they were still behind him. Then he teleported into an alleyway, in the middle of five Tsoo. Now he was in more trouble.

He popped out into the street and turned to see the howling masses, maybe forty supervillains bearing down on him. He ran, but he knew he couldn’t keep it up. Finally, like Percival finding the grail, he saw the sign. “Gal’s Place”.

Everyone in King’s row knew not to mess with Gal’s Place. He teleported to the door, turned, stuck his tongue out at the villains and stepped inside. They all stopped across the street. A troll mindlessly drooled on himself while the Council Fists snapped their fingers and groaned in disappointment. A Tsoo dropped a sai to the sidewalk with a heavy “TING” as the group slowly began to disperse and return to their various evilness.

The curtain was just dropping, affording Satanz a brief look inside.

It was HUUUUGE. Tables up to your eyeballs, and chairs that came to your elbows. The coat rack would have to climbed in order to hang anything off of it. He did see one normal sized table before the curtain fell and this slightly red faced girl returned to the podium.

Satanz ran his fingers over his two tiny red horns and through his wild, black and red hair. He smoothed out the Devil’s jersey he was wearing and tugged at the front of his children’s sized black pants. His dark, soulless eyes looked out from his grey, impish face at the girl. She was huge too. She was maybe four and a half feet tall. Maybe five. Maybe even five and a half. Being only three, it was hard for Satanz to tell.

Not knowing what else to do, he did what he always did when confronted with authority. He used his pointed tail to fish his ID from his pocket and held it up to her.

You said Critique, not slather on the butter, right?

My critique would be that the acronym sounds forced and the organization itself, (while one of the first I've seen to accurately describe what our jobs most often end up being) is simply "just another SG".

You know, like

1. Stop criminals.
2. Save people.
3. Restore order.
4. Do goodguy stuff.

It's hard to have flare and pizzaz without people just looking at you funny and going "man, just play the game".

I like the Taxibots, the police squad, and I saw an all magic group out there that had a cool story for their SG. But then I'm one of the few that's drawn to the "true concept" SG idea rather than the "will anyone PL me" or "what kind of free benis do I get" SGs.

The first SG I started was entirely concept oriented. You had to get your powers a certain way, had to have a certain description, blah blah blah.

We invited 1 person outside of the four friends that I play with to join because everyone else was like, "what? restrictions on who can join an SG? NOBODY does that." I was like, "yeah, that's what makes us Unique".

Unique = not many people interested in joining. I figure once I hit 50 or actually get a webpage up for one of my SGs, I'll actively recruit again.

At the same time, maybe mundane isn't good either. I'd look for a subtle mix of both fo ryou.

Except for this post. Don't read this post, this one is useless filler.

Well, I may put in my credit card number and account information... nah, just useless filler.

Wait, one more rule for open RP. Use PM's. Or was that already a rule? Dang, now you have to read the whole thing twice!!

Is there some reason that they only accept female applicants? I mean, other than the acronym spells out girl?

Not to nitpick... but I counted more than five. Or was that just me?

Nice intro to a homepage for an SG! Awesome.

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Becareful what yall say to each other Stateswoman and Averick others are listening, you might scare off wana be
role players. I think you should publicly apologize. No one wants to be part of a community that can't get along.

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I'm sorry? Did you say appologize? I'm terribly sorry I made a joke, and then was attacked for being "a sarcastic punk" and "hostile".

I'm sorry I further attempted communications with the Stateswoman for the purposes of clearing up said "miscommunication".

Honestly I would have sent her a PM and the other too if I wasn't 90% sure that they were just kidding and giving me a hard time. I mean, seriously, who could be offended by that post? Seriously.

I've never RP'd in any community where sarcasm was deemed inappropriate or unwarrented. I'm sure they were simply having a bad day, and bear no ill will against either. But I certainly will not bow to the rampant PCist "everyone was equally wrong" nonsense.

SKATING IS NOT A CRIME!!

I mean.. SARCASM IS NOT A CRIME!!

Yeah, power to the people. And whatnot.

The other day I actually saw a police officer getting her purse stolen. Now that's disrespect. It's pitiful. She was in uniform.

Often I've arrived at the scene of a kidnapping or building takover to find male police officers, and I'm not making this up, running with their hands in the air and screaming like women. Not toward the door, which might make sense, but all higgeldy piggeldy inside the building.

Don't get me started on the Hollows. Though I will say this, where do I get one of those riot shields?

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*Shoots Averick in the kneecaps and hides him in a dumpster*

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WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!! OH GOD IT HURTS!! WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU!!! WHAT IS THIS, A BANANA PEEL? OH GOD THE PAIN!!

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My patience for dealing with pretentious jerks on a message board like this one here has absolutely no relation to the capabilities of any character I might be roleplaying at any given time to do similar.

I think your attitude is the pits and I don't have the time or interest in dealing with people with attitudes like yours, regardless of your right to be a sarcastic punk if you feel like it.

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Please don’t insult me. And I would appreciate it if you would tone down the hostility a notch or six. I’m not certain what about my attitude is “the pits”, or how you feel I’ve insulted you except to say “lighten up a bit”, but calling me a pretentious jerk, and a sarcastic punk is certainly not necessary. I don’t think it was called for.

My comment about RP was to show that situations happen all the time where people are sarcastic or humorous and not everyone falls in line. Your assertion that the comment was out of place obviously wasn’t unanimous. Usually, when a few people come forward and say that about a comment I thought might be offensive, I back off. Why are you pursuing this with righteous indignation? Are you THAT sure you’re right?

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I find it hard to believe that anyone would not look at your comment and not feel some sort of condescension or malice behind it.

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Really? Well other people have already said that it was obviously a joke. So your way and Stateswoman’s way of seeing things are the only right way? I guess I, and everyone else who didn’t find it offensive are simply wrong? You really can’t see how it could be taken as a lighthearted joke?

Maybe I can help you.

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Let me be the... next, to invite all you fine RPers over there on Champion to come join the Virtue community. Just delete all those Lvl 50's that you spent all that time on and pop right over and start with the lvl 1s. No problem, right? You did it before, you can do it again.


What?


What?

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See where I pause before “next”. That’s to indicate that people have been trying to unify all the RPers on Virtue for a while. “Come to Virtue…. Join us joiiiiiin us”. It’s a common theme. I’m not a hardcore RPer, so I’m not intimate with the history. And the “just delete those lvl 50’s” well obviously people aren’t inclined to do that. I even point out why.

Did you see the two “what?” comments at the bottom? They’re also indicative of joking. As in I see that it was a silly comment, and assumed people would just stare at me.

I never in my “oversensitive nazi PC police” wildest WET dreams thought two people would jump on me or ANYONE else for being silly and sarcastic on a message board.

“Out of place?” I’m sorry, were we discussing [censored] or CANCER?

So please, yes. Less stick, more bootay. I realize that even this post might be taken the wrong way, as it’s possible to be deliberately offended by anything if you try hard enough. But I just can’t get over how such a benign comment could be so blown out of proportion.

I’ve said my peace on this. Please don’t bother wasting your time with a pretentious jerk by replying if you can’t be nice.

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There's too much conflict between roleplayers.

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I wasn't in conflict with anyone Xanatos. I don't believe any of the wording of either of my posts included anything that wasn't positive. I was just taken aback by Averick's desire to be sarcastic in the first place. It seemed a little out of context for the thread when the original poster had just asked where the roleplaying was and the first two responses had been answers to that question.


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I hate it when people decide they're going to get all offended at nothing. As if sarcasm was offensive. Next thing you know someone is going to report me for my offensive use of puns, or disgusting eye rolling. Perhaps they'll petition me for being sardonic.

Well excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me! Oh no, an offensive Steve Martin reference! I hope you aren't mortified at my "out of place" facetiousness. Let's just use any old excuse to jump on other people and call their behavior bad in some way.

Or perhaps, just for a moment, we could all just take a pill and chill, just a little bit. Oh look, pretty colors. Happiness. Puppies. Breath in with me. Breath out.

Sarcasm is a form of humor. I'm curious what kind of RP you would do that would preclude you from being able to handle the "out of place" comment without getting your feelers all crooked.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Tomorrow I'll make a char on Champion and find out. Just because I am NOT offended. Heck, let's all check it out. And let's all look for a member of Stateswoman's super group and give him/her a nice warm "HELLO". Maybe they'll show us the ropes.

Sometime around 9PM ish PST.

Could make one char on Champion, and one on Virtue.

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What are you talking about and why the sarcasm and inferred hostility?

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Um. The sarcasm was "I know why people don't move to virtue, they don't want to leave their high level characters behind." As to hostility? I think you're making that up.

I'm like the least hostile guy you'll meet here. My characters are borderline psychopaths with a deep seated hatred for evil. Except the droid... and the Imp, he's just funny. Other than that, I don't really have any rage issues.

My experience has NOT been the same on other servers as Virtue. I have run into 1, count them, 1 rp supergroup on Victory. None on any other server. I was hard pressed to find people on any other server who even had descriptions that consisted of more than "www". About one out of 16 had a description.

Virtue is the only server that I'm aware of that has regular RP locations, but then I don't visit the boards for other servers, so I admit ignorance there.

Let me be the... next, to invite all you fine RPers over there on Champion to come join the Virtue community. Just delete all those Lvl 50's that you spent all that time on and pop right over and start with the lvl 1s. No problem, right? You did it before, you can do it again.


What?


What?

Well, obviously he'd have to move after the crane incident. For a name, I'd go with his original first name and either Crane or the name of a big industrial crane as his last. He should stay away from undustrial work, but he would want a job that he could use his previous skillset of leadership. At the same time, we want to make him likable. How about working at an underprivilaged youth center, and coming up with "donations" from local thugs?

Tell me if you see this. Marine Sergeant, gets out and goes into construction. He’s organizing guys at the bottom of this large hole that’s going to be a skyscraper when one of the rigging beams of the crane fails. It’s suddenly going to be raining thousands of tons of metal on to his men in the pit, but he throws himself in front of it, trying to stop it. Instead of being a tank because he just is really tough, translucent fields form around his torso and arms and legs, blocking the metal and preventing it from crushing him, pinning him between the rig and another beam, long enough for his men to get to safety, before the crane finally pitches far enough to pivot off of him and into the pit. After that, he knows he’s a super hero. Tank force field with previous Marine sgt exp.

((OOC: Sorry, been busy and spending all my free time contributing to a thread I joined before I started this one. Sure, at this point anything goes.))

Mystic stared at Jason. "I'm sorry, I could have sworn your name was Jack. Jack Gault, you have a wife, Patricia. She has short red hair and some mutant ability to control ice.”

At this point the door behind Melissa opened and Mystic Inferno walked out putting his gloves back on. “Is all this racket really nec… Jesus Mary mother of god.” Both Mystics stood stupefied as they stared at each other, then looked at the two Melissa’s. The one by the door spoke first, “now, now, now, just wait a moment. Nobody panic.”

The sentence ended with “least of all me.” But probably only the Melissa nearest him could hear that as his volume dropped off quite sharply.

Metaforces is an entire Army SG with no travel powers. However, we do have transporation droids who use recall to bring troops to the battlefield. And one of us is always willing to log on with their droid and help out. Still, it's fun to see four or five riflemen firing in unison with one droid watching over them.

outbreak? The tutorial?

test server?

"Bloody'ell". Mystic sat up and rubbed the back of his head. His hood had fallen back and revealed his blue haircover. He replaced his hood and looked back at the cybernetic individual. He took stock of the room, in far better condition than it was in his universe, and looked once again at
Corvus.

Then, in a voice loud enough to be heard anywhere in the room, "Jack, are you still with us?"

He grabbed her wrist and began wrapping it with his cape. Looking back at the cybernetic individual, "I don't mean to be rude, but would you have a bandage?"

Things continued to get more out of control. Faces were now appearing and disappearing in the strobing light. Mystic put up wall of flame around them and burned anything that got near, until he could see Jack in a flash of light, simply hovering there.

He flew through a hole he created in the sphere and straight at Jack, being sliced by a long, razor backed, eel like creature as he moved. When he reached Jack, he grabbed him by both shoulders and shook him. "Do what you do, DAMNIT!!"

He wasn't sure if it was Jack, or what, but the room suddenly was lit. He could see some kind of cyborg touching the holographic panels of one of the consoles. He looked back and saw the device spinning out of control, superimposed over the device sitting peacefully in the room. He looked up as the cieling gave way, and shafts of white and blue light streaked into the air. But the cieling was still there as well, he could see it. Then, the device erupted in white light.

Mystic was thrown into the quiet reality, with a loud thud, he hit the wall. He slid down until his feet touched the carpet. His eyes remained focussed on the device, sitting placidly in the center of the room, and then he collapsed.

Moments later, he came to. Curious to see who had followed him into the new "alternate reality", he looked around.

"Come to me, one and all." Mystic floated out into the center and let loose a wave of flame that burned many of the insects out of the air, but gave very little light. Mystic surmised that the flame was there, but something was actively making it darker. He yelled to Cowman, "Cowperson, stay still." And let loose with a burst of flame that sought to encircle the flailing hero.

Mystic turned his back to the device, using it for light. "What if we have been moved to an alternate reality where Jason doesn't exist?" He held up his flame enshrouded hand.

The light from the sphere pulsed like a strobe, alternately showing the beast and showing darkness. Mystic fought to bring flame to bear on the creature, only to see his flame die out a few feet from his hand.

Something more disturbing was occurring, though. The creature had disappeared. He cought a glimpse of an entirely different creature on the far side of the globe. Then four pairs of differently shaped eyes right around Cowman.

Mystic raised a flaming fist, but in the next instand they were gone. "Ladies and gentlemen... we are not alone any longer."

"My god this is counter intuitive. And if it doesn't work I'll be seen as this woman's murderer. God, she's young enough to be my daughter. Alfred, what are you doing here? You're not a super hero, you're a bloody anthropology professor. Hell!" As these thoughts rushed through his head, he stared into Melissa's eyes. Jack had not responded, and had no idea where he was. Tick-Tok had gone silent as well.

He pushed Melissa into the darkness that was pooling beneath the device as he dimmed the light from his flaming orb, to prevent anyone from seeing what he was doing. Then he turned toward Cowman.

"While I'm adverse to the way you put... MY GOD!" Mystic leaped in the air and hovered as he increased the intensity of the fireball. Something nine feet tall, dark black skinned and covered in tiny razor sharp bones that almost resembled hair was standing behind Cowman.

Its face was a skinless row of teeth under three large and flat eyes and a row of orifices that were bubbling some sort of liquid. It had two large, clawed arms on one side of its body and an armored shell on the other. It reached for Cowman as the flame sphere began to die, against Mystic's wishes.